I got a request on my other blog that was supposed to go here, but I accidently posted a Reddie request advertisement on there yesterday, Whoops. Anyway, here’s the oneshot.
Request: Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Reddie soulmate AU! One where you are unable to lie to your soulmate, but that doesn’t start until you know who your soulmate is. So like maybe they also get matching tattoos that don’t appear until the two soulmates share a significant experience (like facing pennywise). Then when the tattoos appear that is when they are unable to lie to each other? Idk if that males since and you can tweak it if you need to. Thank you!!
- Harry would be so nervous even in the days before he actually meets them.
- He’d be interrogating you for every little detail about your family members.
- “Harry I don’t know what ever single one of my cousins studied at school.”
- “But babe I need some material so I can impress them when I talk to them.”
- Lots of eye rolling because he’s being so ridiculous.
- “You’re a world famous singer and actor, I think that’s impressive enough.”
- Nothing you say is calming him down though.
- It’s the morning of and he’s already changed his outfit five times.
- Make that six.
- “What about this babe?”
- “H, it’s a beautiful suit but this is a backyard barbecue, not the Met Gala. Dress in something more laid back.”
- He disappears into the closet again muttering about how he doesn’t know how to do “just laid back.”
- Five more outfit changes
- “Is this chill enough?”
- The way he says it makes him sound like dad trying to be cool.
- He’s in a floral patterned button up short sleeve shirt and his favorite jeans.
- Yeah as chill as $600 jeans could be, you think. (Normally you would tease him about that but you know he would just freak out if said that now).
- “Maybe not buttoned up all the way to the top? You know I love when you let it flow loose.”
- “But what if they don’t like my tattoos?”
- He’s been worried about that all week.
- “Babe, you realize you have short sleeves on? They’re seeing them on your arms anyway.”
- He shakes his head and claims chest tattoos are whole other ballpark than arm tattoos.
- Whatever that means.
- Plus he claimed having it all buttoned up makes him look more sophisticated.
- Sure Harry, sure.
- “Babe hurry please, we are going to be late. I don’t want your family to think I’m rude.”
- “It’s okay Harry, my family knows I’m late to everything, they’ll know it’s me not you.”
- That doesn’t stop him from hovering over you.
- Making you drive there because he’s too damn nervous.
- “Wait we have to get your mom flowers!”
- “Thought you didn’t want to be late?”
- “I’ll just be a minute.”
- Detouring to the nearest flower shop because you know it will make him feel better.
- Harry getting flustered when you don’t know what your mom’s favorite flowers are.
- “Y/n, you really need to figure this information out.”
- Him coming out with the biggest damn bouquet you’ve ever seen.
- “Did you buy every flower they had?”
- “Wanted to get a variety so there has to something she likes in here.”
- Shaking your head because he’s ridiculous and over the top but so incredibly thoughtful and you love him for it.
- Harry getting more and more nervous the closer you get
- He’s shaking his leg, rubbing his palms over his thighs
- You’ve never seen him like this???
- Performing in front of thousands of people? No problem. Meeting a couple new people? A total mess.
- “Shit I can’t do this,” he says as you park the car in front of the house.
- “Harry look at me.”
- Having to grab his face and turn him towards you.
- “You are intelligent, kind, funny, and a total sweetheart. My family knows how much I care about you and they know how happy you make me. They already think you’re great, this is just going to prove it to them. Just be yourself, I promise they’re going to love you as much as I do.”
- Well almost as much, no one could love Harry as much as you could.
- Harry smiles and kisses you softly.
- “Thanks love, needed that.”
- He’s putting on a brave face now, but you know he’s still nervous.
- But the second you walk into the backyard, his charm flips on.
- Seriously you think you are hallucinating or something, there isn’t a single ounce of nerves in him.
- How does he even do that?
- You don’t know, but you don’t care. You were just happy he wasn’t freaking out anymore.
- Harry makes it around to all your family members, easily winning them over.
- He cracking jokes, stealing glances at you as if to say, “Look, y/n, I’m doing it!”
- And they all love him.
- Seriously, every single one of them has pulled you aside to tell you how amazing he is.
- You’re filled with such warmth and joy.
- You knew they would love him, but seeing him fit in so perfectly with your family made you fall in love with him even more.
- When the party is over, no one wants Harry to leave
- You swear half of them would probably take him over you
- And honestly? You would respect that decision
- When you finally get back to the car Harry is beaming
- “Well that wasn’t so bad,” he says as if he wasn’t the one who was freaking out for d a y s.
- You roll your eyes because you’ve literally been telling him he had nothing to worry about all week.
- But noooo he still had to bug out about it.
- “I hate you.”
- You’re smiling so brightly though.
- Because as ridiculous as he was, you love him with all your heart.
- And you can’t wait for him to officially be a part of your family.
a little birthday something for @microbino who asked for zimbits and moving in! happy (late) birthday, darlin’!
“Bitty, I didn’t say I was judging. I just said I didn’t quite get why one person needs so many shirts.”
Bitty rolled his eyes as his hands deftly moved his shirts from boxes to the stack of hangers lying on the blue bedspread. “Jack. Sweetheart. Darling. I love you, but you have twelve shirts. I should know. I’ve counted. Three Samwell. Two Falconers. And seven plain v-necks in different colors.”
Jack looked up from where he was crouched by the dresser, putting away Bitty’s socks. “Well, yeah. That way I have enough for the week, and then I do laundry.”
Bitty smiled to himself as he finished with the stack of shirts. This boy.
Hiiiiiiiii! This is kind of a sequel to Pretty, that I did before! Hope you enjoy xoxo
You hadn’t talked about what happened that night.
That night when your best friend had his mouth in places best friend’s should not put their mouths. That night he had his hands on places that he shouldn’t have his hands. That night he told you that you were pretty.
“Looooooooooo? Love?” you hear, bringing you out of your daydream. “Are yeh listening t’me?”
“Yes.” you reply, though both him and you knew that you were lying. You couldn’t concentrate when Harry talked to you anymore. It was because of his lips. His lips. So soft, so pink, so inviting. And it was because of his eyes. His eyes. So light green that they almost looked translucent at times. And it was because of his hands. And his neck. And……
“Why’re yeh staring at me?” Harry asks, while trying to move into your line of sight. “Wha’ are yeh thinkin’ bout?”
REQUEST: well, since you asked, I 100% would love to see patrick jealous over something minor. I feel like once he has an idea that someone is his, he latches onto the concept. so, I can totally imagine the reader talking to someone, perhaps he or she is being subtly flirtatious to that person. I picture Patrick noticing from the distance and not reacting well to it. He’s basically possessive and super jealous LOL.
Summary: Tom Holland wakes up somewhere he doesn’t belong and finds a girl who is like, totally, tubular.
Warnings: Language (some slang from the 80′s that some might find offensive)
Word Count: 2741
This photo got me feeling some type of way about an 80′s Tom so, I did a thing and it makes me laugh so don’t take this too seriously. Also this is going to have a few more parts to it so let me know what you think and if you’d like to be tagged.
Tom was walking alone in the middle of the night when it happened. He always took the same shortcut through the alley to get home, but this time, he hit a dead end, meaning he must have gone down the wrong alley. He turned to walk away, when he heard Whip It by DEVO in the distance, it peaked his interest only because he didn’t think anyone would be listening to this 30 years after it was popular; it was DEVO and not even the good DEVO, nobody listened to DEVO. He followed the techno beat into a brick building next to him, the sound getting louder and louder with every step.
The sound took him up three flights of stairs before he found an empty room with a CD player sat next to the open window. Tom went over to the player to turn it off and look around, as he stood looking out of the window, he heard shuffling behind him. He whipped his head around and in that instant, he felt himself getting pushed out of the window he was standing in front of. Before he could hit the floor, he closed his eyes and braced himself for impact, but lost consciousness before he could feel the pavement under him.
Description: You and Harry are both famous and it’s revealed that Harry has a crush on you.
Pairing: Reader (Y/N) x Harry
Word Count: 1894
“You’ll never believe who has a crush on you,” Nick Grimshaw said as he sat across from you in the radio booth.
“Oh, I can’t wait to find out,” you laughed.
You wouldn’t be too surprised to find out. Thousands of people had crushes on you. After being in the music industry for years now and having some small acting parts, you’ve made a mark on the world. So, unless Grimmy said that Barack Obama had a crush on you, you weren’t going to be awfully surprised.
“I’m gonna have you guess. It’s a guy, he’s quite popular, and he is absolutely stunning,” Grimmy gushed. He watched your face, waiting for some sort of reaction.
You widened your eyes, shrugging. “I have no idea, mate,” you laughed. Despite being American, you’ve gotten used to using other slang that was common here in England. “You’re gonna have to be more specific.”
“Hm, he’s got luscious locks, extraordinary eyes, and he’s from England. He was on last week, actually,” Grimmy smirked.
You were still puzzled. “Let me in, Grimmy. No more secrets!” you chuckled.
“The one and only Harry Styles!” he exclaimed.
You gasped, placing a hand over your heart. “No!”
“Yes! He said so himself that he has got a crush on you,” Grimmy pointed at you. “Let’s have a listen,” he said as he started to play the clip.
Sure enough, Harry appeared on the screen in front of you looking attractive as hell. Grimmy wasn’t wrong about him being ‘absolutely stunning’. He was always creating looks that you could never think up nor think you could pull off.
“So, do you have a celebrity crush, and who is it?” Grimmy asked Harry. One thing you loved about Grimmy was his bluntness.
“Ehm,” Harry thought for a few seconds before breaking out into a wide smile. “I’m gonna have to say Y/N. She’s super nice and funny. She’s hilarious, actually. I also like her style and fashion, ya know? So yeah, I’d have teh say Y/N is my celebrity crush.”
You knew your cheeks were slight shade of red, but you didn’t care. “He is honestly so great. That’s really cool of him to say those nice things about me,” you nodded your head. “I may have to hit him up and ask him what’s going on.”
Grimmy nodded. “Yes! Of course, tell me how it goes. Anyway, back to this song you featured on,” he introduced.
You answered the questions and survived the rest of your interview, planning to have drinks with your good friend Grimmy later that week. After the interview, you were brought back to the Harry Styles 'crush’ thing because your twitter was blowing up.
You chuckled at your screen. You wrote out “@Harry_Styles and I will have to meet up soon to discuss a few things” before sending it. The fans would surely go crazy at that.
You went straight to your London flat so you could rest. You knew tomorrow you had another early interview, but other than that, your day was free. Stretching out on your couch, you heard your phone buzz loudly.
“@Y/T/H, when are you free?”
You laughed out loud. Way to be blunt. You ended up dming Harry, asking how his day was then giving him your number. Despite meeting two or tree times, the two of you were never really able to get to know each other off camera. You always seemed to see each other at award shows, but nothing else.
About an hour later, Harry texted you. You responded and soon enough, you made plans to have lunch tomorrow after your interview. Biting your lip, you stood up and did a few little jumps. You were having lunch with Harry Styles. He was one of your biggest music icons and he as extremely attractive. Why wouldn’t you be excited?
You sat in the chair across from the interviewer. You woke up late this morning, so you weren’t wearing any makeup and your hair was up in a messy bun. The interviewer’s name left you in your rush this morning.
“So, Y/N, we noticed after yesterday’s interview, you tweeted Harry about meeting up and he actually tweeted back. Do you have any plans with the star?” the interviewer asked.
You scratched your cheek before pretending to think. “I mean, we’ll just have to wait and see. Who knows, ya know?” you chuckled. You didn’t want anyone to know just yet about your lunch plans with Harry. Pictures will probably be out soon enough.
“Have you always been close with Harry or any of the One Direction boys?” she asked.
You raised your eyebrows. “Well, I’ve talked with Niall the most, I think. I’m definitely a fan of One Direction’s music as well as all of their solo stuff. They’re very creative and amazing writers, so I’m a pretty big fan.”
The interviewer nodded her head and continued asking a few questions before ending the interview. You hugged her and took a picture with her before gathering your stuff and leaving. As you were exiting the building, you texted Harry that you were finished with the interview and he could pick you up at your flat.
Harry texted you just as you arrived at your flat that he was on his way. You knew you didn’t have enough time to apply makeup. At least you could fix your hair. After changing into black skinny jeans and a plain shirt, you pushed your hair into a high ponytail.
Before too long, you heard a knock at your door. Giddy with excitement, you nearly jumped to the door. Quickly opening it, you could see Harry was dressed nicely, but nothing that made you look under dressed. His hair was tousled yet it made him look even more attractive.
“You look nice,” you smiled at him. He smiled back and you could see a blush creep up his neck. “Let me just grab my purse and we can go,” you quickly said as you grabbed your purse from the kitchen table.
“Ready to go?” he asked. You nodded, still nervous.
You and Harry talked for a while over your lunch. You had actually gotten to know each other better without constant eyes on both of you. As Harry was walking you back up to your flat, you grinned.
“This was fun. I really enjoyed having lunch with you.”
Harry beamed. “Yeh, I agree. Ehm, speaking of which,” he paused and turned to you. “Niall and a few other friends are going out for drinks tomorrow night. I was wondering if yeh wanted t’ go?” You could see that Harry was nervous and unsure about asking you.
“I’d love to. Haven’t seen Niall in a long time,” you blushed. You and Harry were hanging out again tomorrow! You could barely hide your excitement.
Harry breathed out heavily. “Great! Ehm… see you tomorrow then,” he smiled.
You nodded, giving Harry a quick hug before heading inside.
You secretly watched Harry drive off before doing a little dance while squealing. Harry wanted to actually hang out with you again. Once your little dance was over, you checked your phone, only receiving a text from your friend and some twitter notifications.
You walked throughout the flat, enjoying the time to yourself.
Harry picked you up the next night. You were luckily more prepared by having your makeup and hair done. Harry looked gorgeous as always in his black skinny jeans and a patterned button up shirt that was hardly buttoned. You didn’t mind, though.
The two of you met up with Niall and the other friends who you soon got to meet. As everyone sat down for drinks, people were suddenly interested in you.
“Where are you staying while you’re in London?” one woman asked.
“I have a flat here. So whenever I’m in the U.K., I stay here in London.”
“Oh wow. So do you have family here?”
“No, I just really enjoy London.”
You noticed Harry watching you intently as you answered more questions. You would glance over at him and smile. He would chuckle and take a quick drink from the glass in front of him.
About two hours later, everyone was on the dance floor. Veronica (was her name Veronica? Or was it Violet?) was grinding on some guy she just met and Niall was hollering as he held up his drink. You were twirling around, just dancing to the rhythm. Before too long, Harry maneuvered his way over, locking eyes with you. Both of you were two drunk to really any anything, so you just laughed.
You were both in your own little world. Just the two of you danced together. Soon enough, your lips were attached to his and his hands were around your waist. The world around you seemed so far away and Harry seemed so close. Almost too close.
Once you separated, both of you chuckled a bit, slightly embarrassed. However, within minutes, you were both waving goodbye to your new friends and getting into a cab. You agreed that you were too drunk to drive, so someone would pick it up for Harry.
Both of you were making out in the back seat, listening to the radio and not noticing the cab driver glancing back every once in a while. He coughed slightly when the ride was over and you noticed Harry pull out some cash and hand it to him.
“Thanks, mate,” the cab driver said before driving off.
You walked up the steps to Harry’s house, fixing your hair slightly. Were you really going to have sex with Harry tonight? Suddenly, the nerves were building up again. If it weren’t for the drinks, you were sure you wouldn’t have even come to Harry’s house tonight.
Harry unlocked his house and looked back at you, smiling. You both entered the house and hurried to Harry’s room laughing. Both of your jackets were off in a hurry and you stumbled onto the bed. Harry was kissing your neck sloppily as you moaned slightly. He slowed down and glanced at you.
Suddenly, Harry sat up.
“Hey, ehm, I don’t think we should do this. We’re both a bit tipsy, at least I am, so I don’t want that to get in the way if we do ever… ya know,” Harry admitted. He looked extremely nervous.
You nodded, smiling. “Of course. I’m glad you said something, Harry.”
You both smiled at each other before Harry coughed.
“You’re still welcome to spend the night here. I can take the couch, if you’d like.”
“Oh, no. I might need to borrow some clothes, but I am not kicking you out of your bed,” you sat up straight, letting your feet hit the floor. “Do you just want to sleep in the bed with me?”
Harry pondered this for a moment before nodding, “sure.”
You changed into one of Harry’s shirts and decided against wearing shorts. As Harry also changed, you crawled into his bed, admiring how silky the sheets were. Harry soon followed, smirking at you.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get yeh into my bed another night.”
You laughed, leaning your head back. “You only wish, Styles.”
He chuckled a bit before turning the lamp off. “Good night.”
“Night,” you whispered as you felt your eyelids close and yourself drift off to sleep.
I really expected this to be longer. This is from the anon request for Ten with prompt 150 “What on Earth are you wearing?” I went through a few ideas in my head for this before I landed on this one. Short and Sweet, I think. I tried to make it as cute as possible so I hope you like.
word count: 523
(look what I found, yes)
You glanced up from the console
eventually with a frown. The Doctor had told you he was going to get changed
before you went to your next destination, which was weird in itself. But that
was ten minutes ago. You were even beginning to wonder if he’d gotten lost in
his own time machine. You laughed softly at the thought, heading off down the
hall to look for him. You had memorized where the wardrobe was a while back,
and the Tardis actually liked you, so it was in its usual spot and wasn’t hard
to find. You walked in and glanced around at the endless clothes in the
segmented floors of the room. When your eyes landed on the Doctor on the ground
floor you blinked in surprise.
The man himself had not yet
noticed you, humming to himself and looking through the clothes. But that wasn’t
the strange part. He was donned in about three different fur coats, a scarf, a
hat and big glasses. You could tell he was still wearing his oxford underneath
but his coat and jacket were slung over a railing near you.
“What on earth are you wearing?”
The Doctor looked up, seeming surprised
until his eyes landed on you and he broke out in a smile.
“Do you like it?” He asked, holding
his hands out and spinning for you to see.
“I don’t know how to answer that
He frowned a moment before turning
back to the rack of clothes, pushing a few pieces aside huffily. You rolled
your eyes. Great. The Time Lord was pouting.
“But, I mean, why?” You rephrased.
“This is the very height of
fashion on Luminar One, I’ll have you know” He told you.
“Really?” You frowned.
“What, you think what you wear is fashionable
on every planet?” He asked skeptically.
“What I wear isn’t even fashionable on Earth” You pointed out, wandering
over to look over his coats. “Hold on, are you wearing four of these things?”
“Maybe” He didn’t meet your gaze.
“Alright then. Show me fashion on
another planet” You requested. He grinned and ran off into the endless rows of
clothes. You grinned and followed, losing him quickly but following the trail
of discarded fur coats up the stairs to another floor. You didn’t both picking
them up. The Tardis could just reset the room whenever either of you made a
mess. One of the things you loved about the very opposite of normal life.
“Doctor?” You called, poking your
head past a rack of clothes where you thought he’d be. You grinned, stepping in
fully to laugh at the sight before you. “Oh man, that one’s even worse” The
Doctor grinned proudly at that. He was currently wearing a flower pattern
button up with bright blue shorts and there was even a plastic lei around his
“Space Florida!” He declared
proudly, making you laugh again. After a quick decision you turned and ran off
into the rows upon rows of clothes.
“What are you doing?” He called, attempting
to follow and quickly getting lost. You laughed again.
An easy, throw-on-and-go kind of outerwear that I find myself gravitating towards. Can be paired with anything (even those free college t-shirts!) and add an understated edginess.
2. Striped Shirt
I don’t know what I would do without some sort of striped item. With a striped shirt, you can easily make an outfit sophisticated or casual by swapping out accessories/outerwear/hairstyle. I usually choose thin stripes rather than thicker ones, as well as a more oversized fit as opposed to a snug fit.
A slightly cropped, neutral colored sweater can be very versatile. Layer it over a simple patterned button-up for a cute and cozy outfit. Although I love the look, I personally stray away from yarn-knitted sweaters as they are heavier and tend to hang on the body and make me look like a sad potato.
4. Plaid Shirt
I have this exact color combination and it looks amazing with a messy bun, black pants, and ankle boots. Leave it open and layer over a gray tee for a more casual, care-free look. Also looks great layered the aforementioned sweater!
5. Black Pants
A great choice for a base to make a statement with your tops. Not only is it slimming, but it gives all my outfits a very effortless vibe. I always cuff the bottom of my black pants to make my shoes stand out!
This was inspired by the book/movie Something Borrowed. It’s kind of problematic so I put a moral spin on it.
Things to know: Graduation kiss never happened. Camilla and Jack never dated in college but instead, Camilla and Bitty are really close friends. Bitty is 25 and everyone came back to Samwell for the youngest of their friends’ graduations.
“You totally like him,” Camilla smiled mischievously at Bitty. He glanced around the bar nervously before turning back to her.
“I don’t. He was my captain. We’re friends,” He said softly, stirring the straw in his vodka cran.
“Oh come on, don’t give me that,” She sighed, crouching down to his ear. “Buy him a drink. Act casual. He’s right there, Bits. This is the last day everyone is in town now that the Frogs are graduating,” She urged. Bitty swallowed, looking down and shaking his head.
“I can’t, Cam,” He sighed. She watched him for a long moment before sighing.
“Then I will,” She said, standing up straight and throwing back the rest of her drink. Bitty stilled, looking up at her sharply. “Do you like him?” She asked one final time.
He looked up at her, eyes wide and throat tightening. She was beautiful. She was athletic and smart and amazing and she deserved everything in life. Just not Jack. Anything but Jack. Please.
I saw a thing that @misteriawoon posted, and it actually helped with my inspiration slump, so….so here. Minicat coffee shop AU. Because I have no originality.
“Medium Matcha Latte for Catherine!”
The din of the Starbucks didn’t fluctuate in the slightest. It was a bright Tuesday morning, the kind of bright that made you squint without realizing, and the light poured in from the glass windows blindingly. It wreathed every customer’s hair in stunning gold shades and made the cafe tables shine pristinely. The smell of burnt coffee beans and faint toilet cleaner permeated the atmosphere, completed by the sound of tapping laptops, small talk, and slurped frappecinos.
Despite such a perfect coffee shop aura, no mystery customer approached the counter.
“Matcha Latte for Catherine!” Craig called again, raising the strange green drink slightly higher as if it would attract its buyer.
Park Jimin “I found myself falling more in love with you as I grew older.” You and Jimin were childhood best friends until you had to move away. As years passed and you both aged, the separation between your friendship deepen and you never heard from him again. More than a decade passed and you suddenly stumble upon the man who you never stopped thinking about. Word Count: 3,314 Italics = flashback (Y/F/N) = Your Full Name
thank you to everyone who reads my horrible writing )): im really sorry i haven’t been updating, my life has just been so hectic !! pls give me feedback bc im always looking to improve ((: this is NOT the last chapter !!
“Dad!” You yelled as the familiar man stepped out of his car. He looked tired, eyes heavy with dark circles that rimmed the bottom. His face sagged and his posture was bent. However, the sound of your voice instantly lit his sulky face.
“My dear!” He whispered as you quickly jumped onto him for a hug, like a small child would do. He laughed, hoarse and deep. He had grown older and weak, so he stumbled back to maintain his balance.
“Dad, I missed you!” You squealed, giddy and eager to see your parent after several years.
“Honey, when did you get back?” He set you down and tried to take in your grown face.
You went on to explain how you were to be in town for the next couple of days. “Did you not hear my voicemail?”
He lightly knocked his knuckles against his temples and groaned, “I forgot to check my machine these past couple of days. I’m sorry, my love. Where are you staying?”
“Dad, have you been well lately? I slept at Jimin’s apartment last night.” Your father looked behind your shoulder to see the cool Jimin leaning against his door frame, observing the daughter-father reunion.
He smiled lightly, “I’ve been a little tired recently. You are staying for dinner tonight, right?”
“Yes. I was planning on staying here now that you know I’m back—”
“–No, no, my dear. Your room is no longer here. I don’t have your bed anymore. You should go and stay with Jimin.” Your dad began walking towards your home. Confused, you followed after him.
Requests: WOOWOWOWOWOOWOWOW IDC IF YOU’RE NEW I LOVE UR SCENARIOS SO MUCH AND ITS SO CUTE IMHDLJDJSJDJSKKS DEAD!! Alsooo May i request a hoshi au??? ;;; can i get clingy tae when is arthritis is bothering him u rat ass hoe. jk luv u. how bout u hit me with that boyfriend hoshi shit this time and when ever he sees a dog he has to stop dates to make friends with the pup PLEASE!!! Member: Hoshi (svt) Genre: fluff A/N: thank you!! @ first request and as for the second request bite me u lil shit remember who makes meals for you (for context one of my best friends sent this in after we joked that he would never stop requesting needy tae even when we were 80)
So Hoshi is like one of the cutest people ever I think the universe has established this yeah
But he also really loves,,, dogs
Like he loves you you’re his whole world his everything his one and only yeah yeah
But dogs man,,, they’re so cute and he just wants to hug as many as he can (am I writing about Hoshi or am I writing about myself)
Dogs are the best kinds of friends they don’t steal toothpaste like Seungkwan keeps doing because he forgets to buy himself some more
Plus they don’t steal the covers until he cuddles them like you do
The first time Soonyoung stopped a date just to pet a dog was already a few months into your relationship
He decided to take you to a park this time around, the two of you munching on street foods and holding hands
And it’s really cute!! He dressed up a little for you,,, like he’s got on this patterned button up and some black skinny jeans and his hair is styled all nice
He literally looks like the kind of boyfriend you’d take home to your parents in that moment
And he keeps offering you bites of his because he knows it’s one of your other favorite flavors and he wants you to eat lots of yummy things
Plus he thinks your smile whenever he offers you a bite and insists you take some is so cute cause you just look all bashful and giddy and sometimes you blush a little
And quite frankly. Soonie is LIVING for it
It’s just going real swell and you don’t have a care in the world until Hoshi stops
You pause and look at him like ??? because you’re worried he saw something that freaked him out or something
But no he just saw this border collie and was looking at it with the most >:0 expression
And you’re like ”,,,Soonyoung do you wanna go pet the dog”
And you guys go over and politely ask if he can pet the dog and the owner is like uh yeah okay and oh my god
Hoshi with dogs??
The best thing, your eyes are blessed
Literally he crouches down and the dog like jumps onto his knees and he’s rubbing its ears and cooing to it and the dog is so happy and licking his nose
And you’re just,,, oh my god this is the cutest shit I’ve ever seen
You take a picture of course who wouldn’t and it’s IMMEDIATELY your phone background
And after a while Hoshi tears himself away from the dog and like,,, his appearance is rumpled now because the dog made his shirt wrinkled and sniffled his hair, which made it messy, and he’s got fur all over his clothes
But Soonyoung is just “Totally worth it man”
And your date continues and he’s somehow in an even better mood than before
This dog befriending routine continues,,, not super often though
It’s just when you guys go to like parks and beaches, plus he doesn’t stay with the dogs very often because he knows he’s on a date and he’s gotta pay attention to you
And honestly you don’t mind,, it’s so so cute and he seems so happy with the dogs and you get lots of pictures of it and sometimes you even join in on loving up the pupper
But one date you guys are at the beach just strolling along
He seems like he has something on his mind?? But he’s not saying anything about him
You know him though, and you’re sure he’ll mention it eventually whenever he’s ready to talk to you about it so you don’t press him
And then you guys see this bigass boxer walking down the beach and normally Hoshi would be ALL OVER THAT and befriending the dog
But he looks away with a little pout and you’re like???
You ask him “Why aren’t you going over, don’t you wanna pet the puppy??”
He sighs a little and goes “Well,, one of the guys mentioned it might bother you that I always go and pet dogs on our dates”
And you’re like WHAT
Quickly you grab his cheeks and assure him that there’s no way in hell you mind, it’s ADORABLE and you LOVE watching how excited he gets
Plus dogs only like amazing people which is just more proof to you that he’s the one for you???
And when you say all that he gets a squishy lil eye smile and he’s like “Really?”
You’re just “YES OF COURSE now go pet that dog honey bunny”
He’s so grateful to have someone like u who encourages his dog loving habits god bless
I really like how this looks–especially with the buttons fastened–but I can’t decide if it’s practical at all. Big scarves are a thing, but most of what I see are almost basically just big squares of cloth someone has cut up and not necessarily even hemmed, and I’m less certain about big scarves knit in aran weight yarn.