You walk into Y/F/S, hand in hand. He knows what's coming and holds his hands out as you throw random clothes into them. He suddenly stops, dropping all the clothes on the floor.

"G/N, what's wrong?"

He pouts, hanging up all the clothes you spent ages going through.

"I'm choosing now. You choose weird clothes." You laugh as he throws shirts, sweaters and pants into your arms. He picks up a dress and pushes you to the dressing room. You oblige, slipping into it. Smiling, you admire how it looks. 

You exit the room and are immediately wrapped up in his arms.

"Do I have the most beautiful girlfriend or what?" You laugh, admitting that his fashion sense is a good one and watch as he gets flustered when you spin in the dress.

"Please buy that dress so I can live peacefully."

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Y/F/S - your favourite shop (clothing)