Makes You Think What Kind Of Life Soobin Has Been Living

COMPLIMENT IDEAS #2

Here’s some more compliment based dialogue to use in your writing: 

“I love that color on you”

“You make me feel at home”

“I’ve never seen eyes the same color as yours”

“You look so cute when you laugh”

“Has anyone ever told you you have really nice hands?”

“I’m not going if you’re not going, it wouldn’t be fun without you”

“How is your skin always so soft?”

“Whoa I didn’t know you could sing”

“You have a great sense of humor”

“I thought you said you can’t dance?”

“I appreciate you”

“Your breath smells really good”

“I’m so lucky to have you”

“You always have great ideas”

“I trust your opinion”

“I would never doubt you”

“You’re so clever”

“I’m rooting for you”

“You always know exactly what to say”

“I feel like I’ve known you forever”

being married to duke!blade is a feat inconceivable to many.

overseeing the northern region where monster outbreaks are high and temperatures are low, he is feared by many for not only his undeniable battle prowess, but also his cold and dismissive demeanour. from all the stories and tumours passed down from those who battled alongside the duke, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say his mere presence alone is sufficient enough to take on an entire army.

but despite his infamous personality, the young duke had made rounds within high society when he first showed his face. he was handsome, having that rugged appearance expected of a blood-soaked warrior residing on the battlefied, yet beautiful with a haunting allure — those crimson-marigold eyes of his can simultaneously bewitch an unassuming victim and bring the most prideful of monarchs down to their knees.

and, as expected of someone with such descriptors, many of the nobility found themselves drawn to him in spite of the rumours which clung to his very being. noble ladies wished to be the first he ever danced with, while many families seeked to gain even a morsel of his power through arranged marriages. relentless as they were, none succeeded in swaying the stone-cold duke.

and stone-cold he was upon your first meeting, albeit in… less than fortunate circumstances.

having meandered around the foresty northern borders not too far from where your family estate is, you certainly were not expecting to stumble across a rotting corpse smack-dab in the middle of your path! okay, well, rotting may not be the most suitable term, but the slumped body, battered and bruised and bloodied, you accidentally kicked was very much a corpse.

you had contemplated leaving the body there but, upon seeing a bloodied insignia of an all-too familiar ducal household, you decided you wanted to live a little longer. of course, this led to you lugging a slumped, muscle-packed warrior of a man all the way to where your estate was, heaving and huffing with your body trembling under the weight.

(to say you were just about ready to collapse when the family knights spotted your emerging figure was no understatement!)

whisked away into a guest room near your own, your parents called for the family doctor immediately. when the blood was cleaned and his wounds were wrapped, the sight of his injuries mending themselves was sure to be a sight you would never be able to rid your mind of. it was a strange but intriguing phenomenon to see his skin stitched anew, that horrid sight of him collapsed in the forestry almost like that of a dream.

your father immediately sent word to the duke’s estate to notify them of the circumstances. in the meanwhile, the man of the hour was unconscious for three days. seeing as how you were the one to find him, you took it upon yourself to help look after his well-being. changing his bandages, regularly wiping the accumulating sweat with a freshly damp cloth, ensuring the room is well-ventilated — you did the lot!

(sometimes you would stare at his resting face, wondering just how much more handsome he would be with his eyes open; only to retract that sentiment when recalling the tales about how his eyes could burn a man alive. exaggerated or not, he is still a dangerous individual you would rather not further entagle yourself with.)

with his people having retrieved their master from your care, promises of hefty compensation for taking care of their lord ringing in your ears, you were ready to sweep the whole ordeal under the rug and never get yourself involved with a man like him again! after all, he is the fearful duke responsible for your region, while you’re just another noble within his domain.

so, naturally, when you first heard of your soon-to-be marriage, you thought your parents did something to offend him and were sending you as a sacrifice meant to appease his wrath.

because, well, why else would the very same duke infamous for having zero interest in romantic and political marriages be sending a letter for your hand in marriage of his own accord? being unconscious the entirety of the time made him unable to see you, let alone know your family, so of course that meant his staff had filled him in on what happened. but why would he initiate this proposal without even knowing who you are first???

(did you get a say in this? no. would you have refused? yes. did your parents care about you and your well-being? aside from their apologetic gazes at your slack-jawed reaction and somewhag rational reasoning of “his grace may have an infamous reputation, but he is not a cruel ruler nor man,” you would like to deny the parental affection they have given you thus far in favour of objecting the claim.)

well, no matter. there was little time to prepare for his arrival to your estate, as the letter stated he would be arriving to escort you himself.

after much fuss over your clothing and luggage, the day arrived; you were going to see him again, except this time, he would see you as well.

a regal carriage entered the estate’s gates. the door swung open. a black gloved hand was the first to appear, followed by a ducked head of long navy hair, a familiar figure donning a freshly pressed suit and black overcoat, and finally — finally — a pair of burning crimson-marigold met your own gaze.

you weren’t sure if it was the adrenaline of your fight or flight response kicking in or the butterflies which ruptured within you that caused your heart rate to increase, but you found yourself unable to tear your gaze away from him.

he stopped in front of you, the features you once saw up close felt more complete than ever with the addition of his eyes open.

and thus, with your palm settled atop his outstretched gloved one, your fate was sealed.

(man. was this the compensation the staff were saying to you as they left…?)

that was two years ago.

savage. cold-blooded. inhumane. brute. monster. these were some of the ways in which duke blade was described. the man who currently sits on the edge of the bed watching you dress his wounds, however, is much different than the public opinion.

ever since exchanging vows at the altar and slipping sacred rings of matrimony onto each other’s fingers, you have come to know many sides of blade you never thought possible.

and while he rarely spoke in the beginning, his actions spoke louder than any voice could ever hope to measure up to. and, eventually, he became more vocal in regards to his feelings for you, just as you have with yours upon witnessing firsthand his true character.

from his battle-haggard, near manic state when on the verge of succumbing to the curse before falling into your healing embrace, to his tender fleeting touches and ever-adoring affection repressed within his gaze when in the presence of others, you have seen it all.

the process of getting to know and understand the intricacies of his life is almost like unravelling layers upon layers of thin bandage wrapped tightly around a gaping wound, hoping to block out the vulnerabilities which could be exposed. it was rocky at first, you being in an unfamiliar environment while he had his own inner battles to deal with first and foremost, but time carved its path for the two of you to partake in talks lasting late into the night, a subtle fondness growing more pronounced as familiarity grew alongside it.

and, of course, the time he returned from a subjugation battle-worn and mind having been overriden with mania. it was the first you’d seen him in such a loss of control. knights were rushing to subdue him while the servants desperately tried to usher your bewildered form some place safe, as though this had been a common occurrence well before you came into the picture. that hadn’t gone as planned, however, as the moment blade’s heaving figure locked eyes with you, a state of chaos ensued the moment he broke through the wall of knights with ease and appeared in front of you. no time was wasted when he lunged, a panic chorus of cries following suit as you remained rooted in place.

while you would never forget the blown-out, near-animalistic look in his eyes as he drew closer at an impossible speed, the gentle — almost reverent — manner in which he embraced you then, rigid body instantly relaxing against you, would forever be the turning point of your relationship, as well as a long-cherished memory of his first true feelings.

a dull sensation poking the space between your brows snaps you out of your thoughts. “stop frowning. i’ll be fine like always.”

your hands pause in their ministrations, hovering over his bare torso where you finished tying up a bandage. a blink and a sigh, another swab of disinfectant is in your hands working at the wound on his bicep.

“but that doesn’t mean i like seeing you return to me wounded,” you mutter bitterly, blatantly ignoring his stare. “i know you can take care of yourself, what with that regenerative ability of yours, but i still worry over you. you can still feel the pain, after all, and not to mention that curse—”

a swift tug forward abruptly cuts you off, your words fizzling on the tip of your tongue as a familiar warmth encases you in its entirety. instinctively, your hands grip onto his shoulders, the coarse material of bandages not unfamiliar to your touch, while blade’s hands are splayed across the expanse of your back as he holds you against his seated form.

his nose nudges along the slope of your neck, the shape of your jaw, the contours of your face, a trail of soft kisses leaving searing imprints in its wake.

a deep breath, a ticklish sensation, a thrumming heartbeat.

and when he rests his forehead against your own, crimson-marigold eyes dyed with devotion and seeping ardour, you think the world will be okay.

(even if it were to burst into flames and be reduced to ash, if it means you would be by this man’s side for a little longer, you think it will be okay.)

Whumptober - day 30: major character death

(CW: death, blood loss, this one is just... pretty Sad, so be warned y'all)

“Villain,” Hero gasps through the phone. “I need your help.”

Villain frowns, rubbing their eyes and looking out the window. It’s not even dawn yet. And Hero’s never used the number they’d given them on a whim before.

Villain sits up in their bed, something cold pooling in the pit of their stomach. “What’s wrong?”

“I, I made a mistake. I thought I could do this on my own but there are so many…” Hero pauses as muffled noises fill the line. When they speak again, louder over screams and threats, Villain can almost see the fear lacing the words. “There are too many enemies, Villain. Can you... I need your help, can you please… I just, can’t– I, I can’t–”

“Where are you?” Villain cuts in, already slipping out of bed and into their suit. “Give me the address and I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

Hero says it, and without another word, Villain hangs up and rushes out of their house and into their car.

They’ve never heard Hero like that before. Vulnerable. Scared.

Not when they’d been a second away from losing the city to Villain, not when they’d been hurt, not when everything seemed impossible. Villain can’t stop playing it over and over in their head.

If anyone’s touched their Hero–

Villain steps on the gas pedal and races faster through the streets, dodging cars and pedestrians as they cross red light after red light.

They don’t take long to get there. Not even half an hour to a place they would usually take an entire one.

But in the end, it doesn’t matter.

Because when Villain gets there, barely parking before jerking the door open and sprinting out, there are no more fighting sounds. No roaring enemies. There’s only silence, deafening in its stillness.

Villain’s rushed footsteps stop as they spin in the middle of what used to be a warehouse, looking around the rubble as their heart fills the soundless void, hammering so loud against their chest that they barely hear it at first.

The sound of too fast, too shallow breathing. The almost silent whimpers that accompany it.

And then they see it – blood on the floor, nearly black under the fading stars, marking a trail to where Hero’s body lies limp behind a fallen pillar.

“No,” they whisper, frozen in horror at the sight of Hero’s blood-soaked uniform, their chest rising and falling in painfully erratic movements. “No.”

Hero moans, and Villain snaps out of their shocked daze, rushing to kneel by their side.

“Wake up,” they say through gritted teeth, cupping Hero’s cheeks and turning their pale face upwards. “Hero, wake up. I’m here, I came, now wake up.”

There’s too much blood. Everywhere. On Hero’s ragged uniform, feeding a crimson puddle under Villain’s knees, staining their hands.

“Hero, open your eyes!” Villain yells, voice cracking when despair filters in. “Look at me. Come on, I came as fast as I could, you cannot do this–”

“I knew it,” Hero coughs, voice small and hoarse. Their eyes flutter open a moment later. Villain nearly starts crying when their nemesis smirks at them. “Knew you’d come. When I called. I knew it.”

“Of course I’d come,” Villain huffs. As gently as they can, Villain lifts Hero’s head and places it on their lap before pulling out their phone and dialing the ambulance number, barely acknowledging how much their hands shake as they do.

“I thought I…” Hero mutters, throat bobbing when they swallow a moan, half-lidded eyes fighting to remain open. “Thought I could do it. Thought I could... win. I, I tried. Really… really did. B-but there were… so many of them.”

“It’s okay. It’s okay, I know you did. But now you have to try again, alright? You have to try and stay awake for me.”

Villain calls for help, all the while staring at Hero’s glazed eyes, their parted lips and colorless cheeks haunting in the dim light of the moon. Hero simply blinks at them, slowly, watching their lips move as Villain talks on the phone.

“Help is on the way,” they say as soon as they hang up, running trembling fingers through Hero’s blood-matted hair. “You just have to stay with me a little longer, okay?”

Hero nods, the movement reluctant and frail, but there. Villain tries to tell themself it’s a good sign, even when a moment later Hero whimpers and winces, their fingers curling over the gaping wound crossing their stomach.

Villain places theirs on top of Hero’s, and presses down. Hard. Hero wails.

“Sorry,” Villain whispers.

Hero leans their head back on Villain’s lap, neck bared as they stare up at their nemesis.

“Y-you’re scared,” they breathe.

“No, I’m not,” Villain replies with a frown, keeping their eyes firmly focused on the ever-growing puddle of blood around them both.

“It’s okay,” Hero says, free hand feebly finding its way to rest on top of Villain’s, their touch so terribly cold. “Don’t be scared.”

“Hero–”

“I’m not.”

A sob tears through Villain’s throat at that, both disbelieving and terrified.

“Stop that,” they croak, turning their teary eyes to Hero’s calm ones. They look almost peaceful, looking at Villain like that. “I know what you’re doing but help is on the way. You just have to hold on for a little longer. So stop trying to say goodbye.”

“’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to–”

“You came," they whisper breathlessly, voice wavering and cracking as they go on. "I, I called and you… came. Did w-what I asked, b-but I… can’t do w-what you're asking. I’m… sorry”

For a moment, Villain can only stare at Hero, tasting salt through parted lips as tears they hadn’t even realized were falling drip down their cheeks.

“Hero don’t you dare give up,” they snarl.

“I’m just so… tired.” Hero says as their eyes close, and for an instant Villain looks down at their chest, scared of what they’ll see when they do. But Hero’s chest rises, slowly, painfully, but rises, and then falls. Their eyes open back up a moment later. “Just wanna sleep.”

“No, Hero do not dare to close your eyes again.”

But they do.

Villain shakes them as gently as they can, and Hero dazedly blinks at them yet again.

“Keep your eyes on me,” Villain commands, pressing harder on their wound until a small sob slips out of Hero's lips. “Just a little longer, Hero. Please, just stay with me a little longer.”

“Sorry, Villain,” Hero murmurs, a too shallow breath making them whimper, mouth opening just long enough for Villain to see red shining around their teeth. “Can’t.”

“No, Hero, look at me!”

Instead, Hero’s eyes fall shut. Villain shakes them again, looking up when the distant sound of ambulance sirens reaches their ears.

“They’re here! Hero, help is here, just open your eyes one more time for me, alright? Just, just one more time, help is here.”

But when Villain looks back at Hero, expecting a hazy gaze and painful too-shallow breaths, all they find are closed eyelids and an unmoving chest.

“NO!” Villain screams, hugging Hero against their chest, hands slippery with blood as they clutch their enemy’s uniform and shake them as hard as they can. “Wake up! Hero, wake up, look at me! Come on Hero, don't die on me, please!”

Hero’s head lolls against their shoulder, almost as an answer, limp as Villain shakes them again and again.

Villain doesn’t let go. Not when Hero's skin starts cooling down in their embrace, not when the ambulance sirens become colorful lights, not when their throat feels raw as they scream into their nemesis’s bloodied hair.

But no matter how much they wish and scream and cry, Hero’s chest doesn’t rise again, and their eyes remain closed.

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tagging @ladygwennn @burtlederp @despairdragon

kisses prompts to give the readers butterflies:

(feel free to use! yk what to do babies, tag me when u writee !! importantly the 2nd, 6th and 10th prompt >\\<)

hands around your waist as they pull you closer, goosebumps swarming every part of your body that they touch

kisses where they peck you a thousand times and you just sit there giggling with your face squished in their palms while they kiss

the kiss that breaks apart for a second, a smile stretching and they kiss you back again, fingers gently sliding down the side of your face to your neck

"i like the taste of your lips on mine"

kisses where they push you against the cold wall, their hands tracing your curves as they nibble on your lower lip, hands teasing every edge as you moan into the kiss

gently tugging at their collar, out of breath, they ask, "do you want me to stop?" you hurriedly say, "just the opposite, please"

kisses where they pin their hand on either side of your head, body pressing down on yours, places touching on where it shouldn't

neck grabbing during kisses >\\<

meeting each other after a long time and running into each other's arms, hugs tighter than ever as they place a kiss on your head, relieved that it finally feels like home

kisses that turns into love bites, and you slightly moan, "you like that, princess?"

intimate back hugs where they slowly trail kisses from your collarbone to your jaw, making you shiver, and they mumble, "god you smell fucking good."

for more:

'angsty romance prompts'

So a free tool called GLAZE has been developed that allows artists to cloak their artwork so it can't be mimicked by AI art tools.

AI art bros are big mad about it.

45 OTP ANGST PROMPTS

“It’s all my fault.”

“I trusted you.”

“I never wanted this.”

“Get out of here! Just leave!”

“Please talk to me.”

“I don’t want to talk.”

“You’re a horrible person.”

“I can’t do this again. I won’t.”

“What the hell do you want now?”

“Please, just let me go.”

“You deserve so much better than me.”

“Don’t put me in this position.”

“I can’t live without you. Don’t go. Please.”

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me?”

“Hang on. You’re gonna be okay. Keep breathing.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Why can’t you forgive me?”

“I’m never coming back here.”

“I can’t believe you did this to me.” 

“You ruined my life.”

“I know you won’t forgive me, but I’m still sorry.”

“You crossed a line.”

“I never want to see you again.” 

“That was the only lie! I swear.”

“Our child is dead.”

“That was the worst day of my life.”

“I just want you to be happy. Even if it’s not with me.”

“Did it take you long to move on from me?”

“It was an accident!”

“Why don’t you believe me?”

“We have to let go.”

“Burn in hell, for all I care.”

“You broke my heart.” 

“I can’t stop crying.”

“Why didn’t you say something?”

“Another nightmare?”

“I regret ever loving you.”

“I needed you. And you weren’t there.”

“Just let me help you.”

“I’m still not over you.”

“This can’t be the end.”

“Doesn’t my love mean anything?”

“I swear, I’ll make it up to you.”

“I’ll always be there for you. Don’t you know that?”

“The worst part is, I loved you anyway.”

Words to describe facial expressions

Absent: preoccupied 

Agonized: as if in pain or tormented

Alluring: attractive, in the sense of arousing desire

Appealing: attractive, in the sense of encouraging goodwill and/or interest

Beatific: blissful

Black: angry or sad, or hostile

Bleak: hopeless

Blinking: surprise, or lack of concern

Blithe: carefree, lighthearted, or heedlessly indifferent

Brooding: anxious and gloomy

Bug eyed: frightened or surprised

Chagrined: humiliated or disappointed

Cheeky: cocky, insolent

Cheerless: sad

Choleric: hot-tempered, irate

Darkly: with depressed or malevolent feelings

Deadpan: expressionless, to conceal emotion or heighten humor

Despondent: depressed or discouraged

Doleful: sad or afflicted

Dour: stern or obstinate

Dreamy: distracted by daydreaming or fantasizing

Ecstatic: delighted or entranced

Faint: cowardly, weak, or barely perceptible

Fixed: concentrated or immobile

Gazing: staring intently

Glancing: staring briefly as if curious but evasive

Glazed: expressionless due to fatigue or confusion

Grim: fatalistic or pessimistic

Grave: serious, expressing emotion due to loss or sadness

Haunted: frightened, worried, or guilty

Hopeless: depressed by a lack of encouragement or optimism

Hostile: aggressively angry, intimidating, or resistant

Hunted: tense as if worried about pursuit

Jeering: insulting or mocking

Languid: lazy or weak

Leering: sexually suggestive

Mild: easygoing

Mischievous: annoyingly or maliciously playful

Pained: affected with discomfort or pain

Peering: with curiosity or suspicion

Peeved: annoyed

Pleading: seeking apology or assistance

Quizzical: questioning or confused

Radiant: bright, happy

Sanguine: bloodthirsty, confident

Sardonic: mocking

Sour: unpleasant

Sullen: resentful

Vacant: blank or stupid looking

Wan: pale, sickly

Wary: cautious or cunning

Wide eyed: frightened or surprised

Withering: devastating

Wrathful: indignant or vengeful

Wry: twisted or crooked to express cleverness or a dark or ironic feeling

»»—cσυηт∂σωη тσ cнαηηιε’s вιятн∂αү—«« ⤷ 찬이의 “방” 🐺 ♡ D-6

DON’T WANT YOU LIKE A BEST FRIEND

tags: post timeskip!megumi, best friends to lovers, fake dating, wedding AU, drinking & mentions of alcohol, lots of pining and yearning, me writing this and including a lot of megumi dialogue bc writers on here love to make him mute and indifferent >:( he is very passionate to me >:( | wc: 5.4k+

He’s made a mistake.

Oh, Megumi has made a huge mistake. 

He knew he should’ve listened to that tiny, pessimistic voice in the back of his mind when you’d asked him to attend a wedding with you.

Granted, it’s not a terribly strange ask of you—you are best friends, after all. But Megumi should’ve denied your advance the second he discovered the twist to it.

He wasn’t there to be just any old regular wedding plus one. He was there to be your date, your faux boyfriend for the night. To put on a show so your relatives could get off your case for being single. 

With hesitance, he agrees. He can’t not agree to helping you out. Not when you’re his best friend, not when he feels his heart skip a beat every time you so much as sigh in mild disappointment or irritation. 

But, god, was he wrong when he thought he could handle this.

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꒰ ☆ : seeing you in a wedding dress

꒰ ★ : shikanoin heizou, kunikuzushi

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shikanoin heizou [鹿野院 平蔵]

ah, weddings… the union between two individual to journey through the remainder of their lives facing every high and low, and in sickness and in health together side by side. the silver band slithered around your finger acts as the ultimate symbol of love and companionship. unfortunately, majority seem to forget how stressful it is behind the scenes. although well-known due to the many bridezilla jokes made over the years, it was never taken seriously.

heizou was grateful your best friend and her fiancée had yet to succumb to the pressure when they begged for your help in tending to their wedding plans. it is one of your many duties as her maid of honor. she did a superb job at keeping her emotions at bay; however, if he squints hard enough, he could spot her eye twitch when the dress shop clerk tried to recommend other dresses while they wait for you.

he didn’t know if this was a part of the process but he didn’t bother to question it when she decided to shove you inside the dressing room, insisting you try on the bridal gown you were evidently admiring. as they sat there, she not so subtly circles around the question of when he intends on tying the knot with you.

it felt like he was under police interrogation with the slew of questions she threw at him.

was this what his suspects felt when he grilled them for any answers? he thought, as your best friend proceeds to shake him for more information about your relationship and if he’s got plans to take it to the next level.

“uh… guys?”

it was as if time itself slowed down when you shyly step out wearing the white garment. everything and everyone seems to fade into the background as his olive eyes traces your figure. you were… bewitching to take in. heart pounds in his chest while his cheeks flush red. he couldn’t find it in him to speak. the words dried up in his mouth the moment he cast his sight on you.

it was like falling in love with you for the first time again.

it was like he went back in time and he was that starry-eyed and bushy-tailed college kid who was struck with the grand epiphany that the funny, warm feeling he felt whenever you graced him with your company was love. his palms begin to sweat and he lets out a shaky breath he didn’t know he was holding.

i can’t believe you’re mine, he internally sighs, as the tips of his ears turn a deep pink.

“oh, my goodness!” your best friend squeals, and nears you you to wrap your arm around hers. she faces you towards the mirror to see your reflection. despite being stressed out by her schedule today, a wave of emotions wash over her as it sinks that she was about to enter a new chapter of her life with you.

wiping the tears off the corner of her eyes, she shows you a toothy grin. “look at you! look at us!”

she glances at heizou to see his reaction on you wearing the bridal dress, might even tease him to say something, anything! for a chatterbox, he surprisingly kept silent for the past minute. no one heard a peep out of him. she soon finds out when she spies how fondly he drinks in your image from his seat. she’d have to be blind or in denial to ignore the way too obvious look for adoration on his face.

she can’t help but silently wish that you catch her bouquet at the wedding reception.

“god, you left him speechless!” she wiggles her brows. your hands immediately cover your face. you want to dismiss her juvenile taunts, howbeit, when you peeked through your fingers, you were stunned to see she wasn’t exaggerating at all.

the lone thought swimming in heizou’s mind on a loop right was “i’m gonna marry her some day…” and he had a stupid, lovesick smile to match it too.

kunikuzushi [scaramouche]

“and what the hell are you doing?!”

suffice to say, you’re a hopeless romantic at heart. growing up, you read through stacks on top of stacks of fairytales to pass time—each one held near and dear to you. its tellings of ‘happily ever after’s mesmerized you. you had your head in the clouds as you fantasize about meeting your ‘one true love’ who’d take your hand and whisk you away to your own happy ending.

and you did… sort of?

you found your handsome prince charming, though, he was less than kind and grouchier than the grinch himself. while he hasn’t carried you off into the sunset to spend your both of your lives in unadulterated domestic bliss, you were very hopeful to say it was a work in progress.

he loves you.

and you know deep down that he’d do anything for you and your happiness. therefore, you had a big chance of swaying his current perspective on marriage and weddings.

again, he loves you.

if he wanted to make you his bride, he would’ve done it at a moment’s notice. he couldn’t understand for the life of him why you’d want to rush your relationship. your clear fixation on marriage annoyed him to no end. to him, you already have good thing going on, why ruin it? you knew you were it for each other, what was the point of planning a gaudy, and unreasonably expensive, ceremony?

it’ll do nothing but leave you swimming in loans! now that’s for sure!

still, it didn’t stop you from dreaming or talking about it day in and day out. and without a fail, you’d get a glare or a loud scoff from him. but did that ever stop you? of course not. whether he wanted to deal with it or not, you spiraled down into your wedding fever, which only worsens thanks to your cousin recently announcing his engagement.

life just loves to get on his nerves, no?

you didn’t hesitate to offer your assistance when you heard his best man was unavailable. while you were able to evade your boyfriend’s suspicions during the days leading up, you should’ve known better because, unbeknownst to you, your cousin invited him to have dinner with both of you and alas, it led him to arrive at the most inopportune time.

“i can explain!”

you ramble excuse after excuse, however, none of it reaches his ears. it puzzled you to see him silent for once. normally, he wouldn’t waste a second later to—gently—scold you for your latest shenanigan. instead he stands dumbfounded, as his eyes roam over your figure. how does he respond to this exactly?

you were dressed in a… bridal gown? the nth one within the hour whereas your cousin checks his chosen selection from the other side of the store with the clerk’s aid.

“now i know i promised that i wouldn’t do anything wedding related or talk about it; and i know that you’re probably mad at me right now, so why don’t you go on ahead and get it over with?” your eyes squeeze shut, almost bracing yourself for impact.

it didn’t come.

to your surprise, your boyfriend stutters a weak, “y-you’re… you’re beautiful,” before facing the ground, away from your prying gaze.

“oh, my gosh…” you gasp, “you like me in a wedding dress… which means that we’re gonna get married one day… which means i can finally talk about it without you getting grumpy with me!” falling into one of your many musings about your dream wedding.

kunikuzushi grunts in reply before he struts over to you and hauls you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. he plops your body behind the dressing stall then closes the curtains mid-conversation. out of sight, out of mind, right?