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

Sam Winchester | Supernatural | Slash

[nothisvessel]

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Re: Sam Winchester | Supernatural | Slash

[armed_dropout]

((You ok with a kind of "What is and What Should Never Be" AU kind of thing with dean waking up married to Sam or would you rather a more normal one?))

Re: Sam Winchester | Supernatural | Slash

[nothisvessel]

[I can do that!]

I'm good with any number you wanna include as well.

[armed_dropout]

Dean hated fucking witches. He really did.

Besides the fact that they usually traveled in groups, it was a mind field of what the hell might be spelled when you try to take them down, anything could kill you. Still, the killing part was usually pretty easy.

Sam was taking care of the bulk of the coven while Dean went after big Mama witch, totally doable job...if the bitch hadn't gotten the drop on him. She came up behind him, hitting him over the head with something that laid him out flat. The last thing he remembered before everything went dark was the witch saying she actually felt bad for him, that she was going to help him.

Next thing Dean he was waking up in bed with a shout. What in the hell? How did he get to the motel room? Though even in the dim light he could see this wasn't where he'd slept the night before. It looked like he was in a decent sized master bedroom, and the bed he was on was sure as hell nicer than anything he'd slept on before.

He sat up in bed, cocking his head realizing there was somebody asleep next to him. Had he beaten the witches? Gone out for a few victory drinks? He turned to get out of bed but froze when he saw a picture of his parents sitting on the nightstand. "What the hell?"

[nothisvessel]

Sam groaned, shifting slightly before turning his head and opening an eye. "What part of sleeping in on our day off don't you understand?" He mumbled, glaring at Dean for a moment before pressing his face back into the pillow. God he felt like his head was going to explode. He'd had too much to drink at the house warming party they'd had the night before and he couldn't think straight currently. Instead he just scooted closer to the man next to him, throwing an arm over his waist.

"Go back to sleep, Dean. After the party last night you're head has to be killing you." He brushed his fingers over Dean's side lightly, curling them to try to pull Dean closer. He wanted to feel the man next to him, wanted to feel their bodies touch.

[armed_dropout]

Dean jumped at the movement next to him until he realized who it was. "Sammy?" Why the hell would Sam be sleeping next to him? He hadn't done that since they were kids, unless he had a really bad nightmare or something. He blinked down at his brother, frowning when he realized they were both shirtless. "What are you doing here?" Not that he knew where here was.

He squirmed awkwardly when Sam started trying to pull at him, shoving him off lightly. "Dude, handsy."

[nothisvessel]

Well this was different. He pushed himself up on his elbows, staring at Dean and tilting his head. "What the hell? Dean I live here, remember? We just bought the house." He motioned around them. "How much did you have to drink last night?" He turned over, sitting up as he continued to look at the man. "And since when have you had a problem with me touching you? Hell, last night you couldn't get enough." He smiled, shifting closer again. "Did you have a bad dream or something?" Sam reached up, cupping Dean's cheek before leaning in and kissing him.

He pulled back slowly before brushing his thumb across Dean's skin. "Come on. We both took today off work for a reason. Its supposed to be our relax day."

[armed_dropout]

Dean just stared at the taller man as he tried to follow what he was saying, though most of his listening skills flew out the window the second his baby brother leaned over and kissed him on the mouth. "Dude!" he yelped, scrambling out of bed. "What the hell is the matter with you?!" It was only when he was out from under the covers that he realized he was naked. He turned bright red and grabbed the pillow to cover himself.

[nothisvessel]

Now Sam was thoroughly confused. He stared at Dean for a long time. "What are you talking about, Dean!?" He brushed his fingers through his hair, wedding ring suddenly flashing in the light spilling in through the windows. Dean was acting so strange! "Baby, tell me whats wrong." He got up, not seeming to care that he, too, was naked. He walked around the bed, moving towards Dean slowly. "This isn't funny anymore, Dean." This had to be a joke, right? Dean couldn't really be freaking out about Sam kissing him.

[armed_dropout]

"Baby? What the hell are you talking about?" Dean didn't remember Sammy having that ring before. His eyes widened further seeing his very naked brother and he quickly turned away,the red tone of his skin only brought out his freckles more. "Dude, clothes...please..."

[nothisvessel]

Ok that hurt. The hurt was obvious and he pulled away. "Did I do something wrong?" He whispered before sitting on the bed, pulling the blanket up slightly to cover himself. "Dean you're acting like...I don't even know. Like we aren't together. I don't understand." He sounded confused and hurt, but he didn't know what to do. What he'd /done/ to upset his husband like this. He looked down at his hands, twisting his wedding ring slowly around his finger like he always did when he was upset.

[armed_dropout]

"Sam...come on," Dean snapped before he noticed how upset Sam looked. Something....something was really wrong here. "I just woke up naked in bed with my brother...who then kissed me. None of that seems kinda weird to you?" He searched Sam's eyes for anything that would tell him he wasn't going crazy.

[nothisvessel]

"Dean, we're married." He sighed, getting up and walking over to the dresser. "Something...something happened to you and you don't remember any of this..." He shooked his head, blinking hard against the feel of his eyes stinging before pulling a pair of boxers out of the dresser and slipping them on. "Whats weird to me is how suddenly you seem to not remember that. I'm going to make breakfast." He turned, looking back at Dean again, eyes bright before walking out of the bedroom.

Re: Sam Winchester | Supernatural | Slash

[armed_dropout]

"Yeah? How would you manage that?" Dean tried to just keep searching though he was still coming up with nothing.

Re: Sam Winchester | Supernatural | Slash

[nothisvessel]

"If you can't get back..." He clenched his fists, fighting back tears hard. "We'll file for divorce. I...if you have to be stuck here I can't expect you to be stuck with me. Plus, I don't think I can handle it. Being here with you and knowing...you could never love me."

Re: Sam Winchester | Supernatural | Slash

[armed_dropout]

"And if I slowly forget my old life?" He looked up at Sam, not sure what he wanted Sam's answer to be. "If I start thinking this is real?"

Re: Sam Winchester | Supernatural | Slash

[nothisvessel]

"I wouldn't let you forget. It wouldn't be fair to you. I would remind you." He shifted slightly, grabbing his bottle of water before taking a drink. He looked at his cellphone before sitting back. "I'm gonna let you get back to your research, ok? I need to go pick up whatever mom got. I'll be back in...maybe half an hour?"

[armed_dropout]

Dean nodded weakly, wondering if that would work. "Alright, tell her...tell her I said hi." It was weird to think that his mom was alive and so close. "And...and that I love her....a lot."

[nothisvessel]

"I will Dean." He pushed himself up, pausing when he stepped up next to Dean. Then his hand pressed to Dean's shoulder, squeezing quickly before he pulled away and grabbed his keys. He was out the door as quickly as possible and then just gone.

About 45 minutes later he pulled back up and sat in the driveway. After he'd picked up the gifts his mom had given them he'd gone by a liquor store and picked up a bottle of whiskey. Once he was parked in the driveway he opened the bottle, taking a swig. He got out, stuffing the bottle into a basket with gifts in it, carrying it inside.

[armed_dropout]

Dean was where Sam had left him, sitting on the couch with his laptop open. The only difference was that instead of speed reading through pointless website after pointless website, he was hunched over on the couch holding his head. His skull was on fire, every time he tried to concentrate, and now when he tried to remember some of the foggier bits of the world he needed t get back to, he felt a sharp pain in his head.

[nothisvessel]

He looked at Dean as he walked in, frowning and setting the basket down on the couch. "Hey are you alright?" He sat down next to him, turning to face him and resisting the urge to reach out to him.

[armed_dropout]

"Head....head hurts," he managed to get out, feeling like he was going to pass out.

[nothisvessel]

"I...let me get you something." He squeezed Dean's arm before standing, trying to remember if they had anything for headaches in the bathroom.

[armed_dropout]

God he felt like he was going to be sick. "Do we have any Vicodin left from when I broke my foot last year?" Vicodin might help, advil wouldn't put a dent in this.

[nothisvessel]

"Umm yeah I think you only took a few..." He trailed off and looked down at Dean. "Wait...Dean look at me." He dropped back down, grasping the sides of his face. "That didn't happen to you. That...how did you remember that?"