Judar Scenarios and One Shots

Wedding Dress

Summary:

anonymous asked:

scenario or HC ( whichever you are more comfortable with ) for Judar and s/o bickering over wedding dress style xD

Rating - 'E'

"Oh my god, this is literally the millionth dress you've tried on today! I'm starving, just pick one already!!" Judar flopped into a chair, resting his sore and tired feet. They had been at this for hours, going to at least ten different stores and trying on at least one of every single type of dress. At this point, Judar was completely exhausted and extremely frustrated.

"Seriously, I hope this is the last place. I'm about to eat my own hand." He gave a gasp as a shoe flew from the fitting room his lover was changing in, smacking him on the side of the head. "Shut up, Judar! Why are you being so insensitive, this is an important decision!"

Judar rolled his eyes, rubbing the injured spot on his head. "Oh please.. It can't be that hard to pick a damn dress." He gave a wince in irritation at the shriek from the fitting room in front of him. "It's not my fault you shoot down every dress I try on! Short, long, pink, black, white, mermaid, ball gown, you don't like any of it!"

Crossing his arms, Judar huffed and pouted a bit, knowing they were right. He just felt like nothing suited them in the perfect way, but he wasn't able to really describe the dress he wanted them to wear. His lover was gorgeous in every way, and only the perfect dress would suffice.

"Hey, don't get me wrong, I want you to find the best dress. But you're just as indecisive as I am! If I even say that I do like it, you suddenly hate it! So it's not all my fault." Judar grabbed the shoe they had throw and slid it across the floor back under the fitting room door, causing his lover to shriek in surprise.

He began to laugh, slumping down into the chair more. "Chill out, it's not a rat. Hurry up, show me what you have on." He could hear a small sigh from inside the room, only able to see the very end of the dress as his lover shifted about nervously inside. "I really like this one, Judar..."

Judar instantly sat up more in the chair, feeling his stomach bubble a bit with nervousness. "Well come on then, show me!" He bounced a bit in his seat as the door started to open, unable to help a grin stretch across his face. Although he made a fuss about it, he actually truly enjoyed doing this with them and every dress he saw them in made him happier than he could really ever tell them.

The door opened, and as his lover took a few shy steps out of the fitting room, Judar could feel as his face instantly caught on fire, his grin fading as he went into what could only be described as shock. His lover shifted nervously in front of him, noticing the look on his face. "Come on.. What do you think?"

Judar cleared his throat a bit, leaning back into the chair again as he reached up to rub his cheek, able to feel the heat radiate from his face. "Well... you know.." He looked them over for a bit longer, noticing how nervous they were becoming at his silence. After a moment, he stood and walked over, taking both of their hands into his gently.

"I think it's perfect."