The Marriage Life Meme

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marriage life meme
(condensed version)

rules:
* post with your character's name and series in the comment title along with any preferences or notes.
* taggers, go to RNG and roll between 1 and 3, or choose one of the prompt selections down below.
* head back to RNG or go there if you haven't already and roll between 1 and 5, or choose a prompt of your own.
* play out the sequences relevant to that of a married lifestyle.

1. proposal {
1. park - you've been planning this proposal for awhile and have taken your sweetheart to a nice secluded area in the park. are they going to say yes or leave you in the dust?

2. house - dimmed lights, candles, home made dinner. it's obvious you've fixed yourself up for something tonight. let's see if your lover catches on before the question is popped.

3. public event - perhaps you're one who wants to gain a lot of attention; maybe your significant other doesn't as much. either way, this goes from writing their message in the sky with an airplane to something like a flash mob ensemble with others involved.

4. restaurant - nothing romantic like taking them out somewhere ritzy and hiding the rings in that glass of expensive wine.

5. car - you've driven them somewhere nostalgic or meaningful either to you or each other, or perhaps just a good view overlooking the city cause maybe you had no other idea how to do it or couldn't afford anything else.

2. marriage {
1. traditional - both parties have agreed and said yes, and everything goes well just like in the fairy tales you've always dreamed of.

2. arranged - you had no say so in this but somebody else like your parents did. you've never seen this person before until you walk down the aisle. what are your thoughts? are you nervous? what if you two don't get along? looks like you have to deal with it either way. enjoy?

3. elope - nothing fancy. you know, they do make drive thru chapels or perhaps you're just going to experience the excitement of meeting up at the court. all and all, it doesn't matter, just so you have your sweetheart to yourself.

4. shotgun - congrats, somebody is pregnant. there's only one more thing left to do now..

5. disaster - looks like somebody forgot the rings! never mind the fact the maid of honor is having a wardrobe malfunction or that soon to be father in law is causing a scene of some sort.

3. after marriage {
1. honeymoon night - self explanatory! come on, you know what this means. it just wouldn't be the same without this option.

2. new addition - it could be a pregnancy or bringing home a new child, or something as simple as a new pet goldfish.

3. house purchase - after months of living in a trashy apartment, you're both about to sign the dotted line and move into your new place.

4. argument - deep, relationship sort of arguments or something petty like who drank all the milk; it's up to you!

5. divorce - somebody has had enough of this and is ready to move on. how will it all go down?

Comments

proposal → car

[afieldsmedal]

[ Lydia Martin loved cars. They'd known that since their first drive (she'd stayed after the almost car crash because of the car (and the perpetually amounting adrenaline kick that came from stealing a car) and their first intense make out (she'd ended up reclined against the hood of that same stolen car, and if his technique was questionable, at least the bodywork was sun warmed, and her bare thighs and arms did not stick too uncomfortably to paint) and their first fight (that one time he tried to scare her by wolfing out, and it'd gone so badly that she'd nearly crashed, managing to veer onto the shoulder to demand he get out and walk home while she sat in the driver seat and had a little something of a meltdown) and various other firsts she had committed to memory.

The first time she actually says it is at the car dealership, running her hands along the leather wheel of the little convertible she wants but knows is unreasonable and that she can't afford. I love cars, she breathes - groans, actually. And while she doesn't buy her dream car, she splurges and buys her own.

The Nisan 370 is silver and new and she buys a little air freshener that she doesn't intend to use until the new car smell wears off. She dragged him with her because the paperwork promises to be tedious, but driving off the lot it feels like she just won something of a war. Hoist the banners, claim her spoils, etc...

Or glance sidelong over at him and commenting off handedly. ]

We should really just get married.

i love this already!

[packmate]

[He ended up with two Alphas. There was Derek, obviously. But Lydia had quickly established herself as the leader in this relationship. She was born an Alpha, and life had groomed him to be the perfect beta. And so it was with the big bad wolf and little strawberry blonde riding hood.]

[From their very first date, Isaac has regularly 'borrowed' Derek's Camaro to impress her - and Derek's wrath was almost as scary as Lydia's foot on the gas pedal. Lucky for him, the bark was still worse than his bite, and not even as bad as bringing home a failing grade to his father. But Isaac's still glad when she gets her own car. Mostly because it makes her happy, and he likes to see her happy. Enough that he's also thinking about their future. Maybe he should become a mechanic. Maybe if he keeps her engine purring he can keep her engine purr-]

[Whoops.]

Come again?

Re: i love this already!

[afieldsmedal]

[ Whoops is right. ]

[ As calculated and intelligent as most of her remarks are, there are some she can't justify - even to herself - saying twice. And, of course, there are those she just chickens out of repeating. ]

I said, 'that was fun, wasn't it?' [ Quick, let's merge; lets hit the blinker and over concentrate on checking the blind spot to avoid being too obvious in this bullshit. ]

[packmate]

That isn't what you said.

[Isaac's recovered enough now that his ears and brain and everything are all working together again. She definitely said the 'M' word. He's a little surprised that she isn't already looking for a caterer.]

Wait, are you pregnant?

[Wow, he didn't know he could be this scared.]

[afieldsmedal]

[ That's not something you ask girls, at least not while they're operating a machine equivalent to the weight of a couple baby elephants and some bricks. There's the new car smell and the new car sensitivity, so when she tightens her hands on the steering wheel and turns just a bit too sharply around a corner, they're both threatened with minor whiplash. ]

No -! Are you saying I look pregnant? [ Which is like looking fat, except with the impending promise of the loss of hair and nipple sensitivity once she slims down again. It's kind of insulting - and anyways, that's not it. That's not even close. Lydia huffs. ]

Wow, nevermind. I actually don't want your answer.

[packmate]

No! You look beautiful!

[Cancel what I said before, he didn't know that he could be this scared. She's going to kill him. She's leaving this world and taking new car and werewolf boyfriend with her in a blaze of glory.]

[But she doesn't. And Isaac calms down. And thank god he didn't claw the dashboard or the leather seats. He blinks over at her, bemused, but sort of awed.]

You really surprise me sometimes.

[afieldsmedal]

[ There. That's what she liked to hear; that's what she was used to hearing. But it's a little canned and a little promoted, so while her hands ease up and they don't go flying through the windshield when she pulls to a stop at a red light, she's totally not forgetting this. Ten seconds of brooding in front of her mirror before reminding herself that she didn't actually care, and things would be right as rain.

In the meantime, the engine thrums softly beneath her seat, and Lydia turns more bodily to face him. He's gazing at her and she has to work to keep from smiling back and remain completely objective and calm here. ]

So how about it?

[packmate]

[There are a hundred reasons why they shouldn't: they're young and he should probably get his Alpha's blessing or something. And there's the practical reasons of having their own place and more money, because Lydia's accustomed to a certain lifestyle.]

[But Isaac's still really happy that she brought it up again. He has someone. He'd live in a burned out shell of a house and eat ramen if he had to.]

Well, I would've liked to have been the one to ask you.

[He shrugs, but even that's not really a surprise to him. Isaac unfastens his seatbelt to slide closer.]

But I say let's go for it. Let's show 'em all how it's done.

[Isaac leans over, not worried about her perfect lipstick or the green light and line of traffic behind them. All he cares about is kissing her.]

[afieldsmedal]

You would have taken forever. Isaac -

[ She's going to complain, reprimand him and demand he buckle his seatbelt. But as her lips lose the battle against smiling, affection curbstomps her anal retentive driving rules. Lydia tilts her head just so and nibbles excitedly on his bottom lip until one of the cars behind them lays on the horn and she jumps. The car lurches forward and she scowls first at him and then at the offender in her rear view mirror.

What an asshole. Didn't he realize they'd just gotten engaged? But whatever, making out was for when they pulled into her driveway, and now was for speeding to appease the angry drivers behind them and planning. ]

Shoo, go away. [ The hand flapping is totally effective. ] So, do you just want to drive to LA or Vegas? Or do we want something a little more traditional?