Thread continuation for thetaintedsorrow.

[goatsongs]

[from here]

Heh. I can think of plenty of people who'd call me vain for drinking to that one. Lucky I'm drinking with you instead.

[Chuuya drinks, naturally.]

Well, never have I ever been a sexy redhead.

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[goatsongs]

[Come is easier to clean up than blood, which is easier to clean up than ink.

Chuuya gently pets his boyfriend's hair.]

I love you too. So much.

[thetaintedsorrow]

Mmm. Let’s get out of here and go take a nap.

[Chuuya crawls into the front seat before turning on the ignition, and then the radio, with a smirk.]

Unless you think I’m gonna crash.

[goatsongs]

You'd do a better job than I'd do sober.

[He's. Not much of a driver.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

Heh. That so?

[Turns out Chuuya doesn’t crash, and they can spend the rest of the day lazing around and cuddling like they should.]

[goatsongs]

[While they're cuddled up together...]

I heard if I got you drunk that you'd tell me what you and Niimi were talking about.

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Chuuya goes deathly quiet for a moment before finally speaking up.]

...yeah.

[A slow, shaky exhale.]

He asked when we were getting married.

[goatsongs]

[That's just the kind of thing Niimi would ask, isn't it. He should have guessed.]

...What do you think about something like that?

[Chuuya is quiet, but not sad or afraid.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

...I dunno. Never considered it a possibility in my line of work.

[He rests his head on his boyfriend’s chest.]

I wanna be with you forever, but a big wedding can’t happen. It’s too dangerous.

[goatsongs]

I know it can't.

[Chuuya starts to lightly pet his boyfriend's hair.]

What about a small thing? Unofficial. Nobody outside of this library would have to know.

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Chuuya will always melt into his boyfriend’s touch.]

That would be nice. Just a few close friends.

[He kisses poet-Chuuya’s cheek.]

You’re the only one I want, for the rest of my life.

[goatsongs]

[Mafia-Chuuya can always make his heart skip a beat with a kiss, no matter how chaste.]

Same to you.

Is there anybody you'd want to invite?

[thetaintedsorrow]

Mm. Maybe Akutagawa and Kouyou-anesan. Not sure who else.

[He can’t very well invite the boss.]

You?

[goatsongs]

Niimi, Miyazawa-sensei, Mori-sensei. Just them, I think.

[At least he wouldn't have to worry about children being a nuisance at the wedding.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

That sounds good.

[He kisses poet-Chuuya on the forehead, soft and sweet.]

Would I look hot in a wedding dress?

[goatsongs]

You'd look hot in a cardboard bag.

[...but yes, he'd look especially hot in a wedding dress.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

Heh. You too.

[He takes poet-Chuuya’s hand in his own before kissing his ring finger.]

I’ll buy you a ring. We can pick it out together.

[goatsongs]

[Chuuya loves this man so much.]

I'll never take that ring off.

[thetaintedsorrow]

Me either.

[And Chuuya loves him so much.]

I’m gonna be with you forever. I promise.

[goatsongs]

Good, because you're not getting rid of me. No matter what happens.

...Guess I should do this properly, huh?

[Chuuya sits up straight, takes in a deep breath.]

Nakahara Chuuya, will you marry me?

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Oh boy, here comes the part where Chuuya gets all choked up and can’t speak, tears streaming down his cheeks. Maybe they won’t grow old together, but they can live every moment to the fullest until they’re dead and gone.

He throws his arms around Poet-Chuuya’s neck before sobbing into his shirt.]

Yes. Yes.

[goatsongs]

[Chuuya would wipe away his boyfriend's tears, but that would mean letting go of him for a second, which he can't do. Besides, his own eyes are so blurry with tears that he'd probably miss.

Not just his boyfriend, his fiance. They're engaged now. It doesn't feel real.]

I love you. I love you so much...

[thetaintedsorrow]

I love you too.

[They’re both blubbering messes and Chuuya loves it.]

Guess we should start planning, huh?

[He kisses the top of his FIANCE’s forehead, heart swelling with affection.]

I want a cake.

[goatsongs]

You're getting a cake. As big of a cake as you want.

[Maybe they only have six guests, but leftover cake is delicious.]

I want to wear a kimono.

[thetaintedsorrow]

Sweet.

[Haha, dessert puns.]

Yeah? You’d look incredible. Do you already own one?

[goatsongs]

Not a wedding kimono. Something in white and red... lucky I have some cash saved up.

[Not for a wedding kimono specifically, but in case he ever needed it for something besides booze.]