bakerstreet | Married

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Married

married life meme
( + brand new domesticity options! )

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?

4. domesticity {

1. household chores - it's time to clean/cook/garden/take care of something! do you work together, or does one of you hide until everything is done?

2. shopping - whether it's for furniture, groceries, or something in between, shopping is something that everybody must do at some point in time! what varies is if they like it or not.

3. family vacation - WE'RE OFF TO DIDNEY WOOOOOOOOORL or wherever
... well, as long as the kids are happy, right...? you may not be happy (or maybe you are), but it's mainly about ~family bonding~.

4. romantic retreat - it's you and your loved one's anniversary, and you decide it's time to take some time off and take them somewhere nice, where you only have each other.

5. comfort - is somebody sick in bed? or perhaps they just had a bad day? sometimes, a good breakfast in bed or a home-cooked meal can really lift the spirits! or perhaps you want to try medicine, or laughter, or something else?

6. holiday - happy birthday/New Years/Christmas/Valentine's Day/whatever! it's a very special day that only comes once a year, so make it count!

7. making up -it's time to make amends for that fight/divorce/whatever you had before! after all, you love each other... right?

8. surprise, surprise - you are feeling rather loving tonight, so you want to remind the other person how much you cherish and appreciate them... if it's by something cute and adorable or hot and sexy is completely up to you.

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( Info in journal! Can come with an adopted daughter, who's a fellow AI in an android child body. )

[A wedding from hell with these two?]

[Sure!]

[Let me know if you're okay with 402 spoilers, I'll keep this opener spoiler-free.]

Oikawa Tooru, soon to be Ushijima Tooru, was in a state. He had joked about being a groomzilla up to this point, but right now he felt like one.

Or at least he wanted to spit laser beams like Godzilla. He was going to kill someone. "Wakatoshi!" he hollered towards the bedroom of their apartment. "Wakatoshi I need you to stop me from murdering my best man!"

They were due at the venue of their wedding in two hours, the wedding was in four. And Iwaizumi had lost his tux.

[OOC; Chapter 402 spoilers are fine by me!]

With just a few hours left in his life as a bachelor, Ushijima Wakatoshi wonders, idly, if the tales of wedding preparation being stressful and unbearable is just a myth. So far, everything's gone perfectly and according to plan, even despite their busy schedules as professional international-level athletes. Which is a bit of a surprise even for him, considering his husband-to-be is rather...mercurial and prone to changing his mind quickly and without warning.

But as he's in the middle of adjusting his sock garters, Oikawa bursts into their bedroom, crying out about killing his best friend.

Alright, so maybe there's some truth to the stress.

He blinks, his expression flat as ever. "I don't think it's wise. You'll go to prison and you'll miss out on next month's game against Serbia if you do."

Isn't it bad luck to see each other before the wedding? Probably, but they're already shattering a lot of traditions anyway. He blinks again, concerned now. "What happened?"

It's bad luck for the groom to see the bride, but as neither of them are brides, they're probably okay. Maybe. Well, it's not like anything else could go wrong.

"Iwaizumi was supposed to keep my tuxedo for me so you don't see it," Tooru growled waving his hands around. "And he lost it."

It's a testament to Tooru's distress that he doesn't comment on the sock garters because he usually has a teasing remark that when Wakatoshi wears garters of any kind it turns him on. Instead, he slips into Spanish and mutters darkly about his best friend as he flops onto the bed.

"With our luck, the rest of the wedding party is missing their tuxes too," he said, switching back into Japanese. The wedding is large, and it's mostly because of him. His phone buzzed and he pulled it out of his jeans to look at it.

"Is it too late to elope?" he moaned and presented his iPhone to his husband to be. "My cousins are giving me trouble for taking your name again."

He blinks, brow furrowing as he wonders how -- honestly how -- does someone lose a tuxedo? There has to be a logical explanation for it. But he's learned, after so many years, that sometimes, it's best to not question things so directly and, instead, just focus on a resolution and, of course, on making his fiancee happy.

Even when it seems everything and everyone else is dead-set on doing otherwise. He frowns a bit when he skims over the phone screen. Ah yes, those distant relatives -- the ones who barely remembered Tooru's birthday before he became famous and now seem to think they have his best intentions at heart.

He carefully takes a seat on the edge of the bed where Tooru's flopped. "If you feel eloping is the best course of action now, I wouldn't mind."

The ceremony is important but ultimately not necessary. They can just go to the registrar's office, sign the necessary documents, and go about their business as husbands.

He's tempted. So very tempted to say yes and go. But no. His parents are super excited for it, his sister is excited about it, his brother-in-law has been so helpful with planning everything, and even Takeru, who's in his grouchy teenager phase, is excited about it. Family means the world to him. And that includes Wakatoshi's mother and grandmother, even if he doesn't always get along with them.

"No, we already spent a lot of money on this. I'll just... figure something out." He blows out a sigh. "Maybe Yahaba has it. Even if has become wilder as he's grown up, he's still super dependable." He sits up and leans against Wakatoshi. Then his phone buzzed again.

"It's Tendo... and he's saying that the kitchen he was going to use has been double booked. What the hell? We made sure it was booked for him together." He started dialing the venue's number. "I'm probably going to miss the Serbia game. Someone is going to die."

Perhaps it's a good idea that they proceed further with the ceremony. It's not as if they can get their deposit back, anyway. And they've spent so much money, and invited people from all over -- it'll be rude to cancel on them at, literally, the last minute.

He loosens up a little so that when Tooru leans up against him, he's more comfortable and soft, and not a mountain of hard muscle. "Do you have a spare? Or perhaps we can put in a quick order for a ready-made one, if we call the tailor."

Then the phone rings again and even though they're professional athletes and it's expected for such an important day, it's still not something Wakatoshi's used to. Nothing good ever happens when they answer it, anyway. Case in point.

Now he's scowling for sure.

"...let me handle the venue. Meanwhile, you try to get a replacement tuxedo."

"I do. But it's been a couple of years since I wore it. I liked my new one." He was starting to whine a bit. He knew he was. He pouted at Wakatoshi. "I really wanted you to see me in it before you ripped it off of me."

He allows himself the luxury of a sigh. "I hope my shoulders aren't too big now..." He stood, pressed a kiss to his fiancee's forehead. "I can't believe everything's going so crazy right now! It was all smooth sailing until today!"

He began to call up Yahaba. "I'm hoping Yahaba has an idea of where my tux is. He's good at keeping track of things." He put the phone to his ear and gave Wakatoshi a soft smile. "Knock on wood for us, would you?"

"There will be plenty of chances for that," he reassures him as he fetches his own phone from the nightstand. According to the notifications menu, there's lots of missed texts and calls -- nothing Wakatoshi deems important, anyway. Except maybe the one from Tendou about the venue being double-booked.

Well, it's more a wall of emojis than an actual text message but the story is pretty clear.

He nods in acknowledgement and even smiles -- smiles! -- toward Tooru a little, encouraging, no doubt confident that Yahaba would either know where the tux is or at the least offer an option that would work in their favor.

Then he marks the number to the venue, his expression turning stony as the phone rings, his thick brows pinched together. "This is Ushijima Wakatoshi," he all but growls into the phone, "and I would like to speak to the manager in charge, please."

Woe be to the unfortunate employees that have to deal with him.

Tooru's so tempted to make a Karen joke, but it'd probably be lost on his husband to be.

And it's going to get things done, so best let him do his thing. (And it was sexy when Wakatoshi took charge.)

While Wakatoshi took care of the kitchen situation, he called up Yahaba, who was also dealing with Iwaizumi's panicking. This didn't bode well at all.

"Oh my gosh," he cried as he listened to Yahaba recap what Iwaizumi told him. "He didn't tell me any of that! I'm really going to kill him." He sighed dramatically and listened to Yahaba some more. "Okay. Yeah, thanks. If I end up stabbing him you're my new best man. What? Seriously? Send me a picture! Okay, gotta go. Bye."

He disconnected and looked at Wakatoshi. "Well, Yahaba thinks he knows where my tux is. In the meantime, I'm going to drive my parents and get my old one. Last time I wore it was for Yahaba's wedding to Mad Dog-chan three years ago."

Ah, yes. Ushijima Wakatoshi, one of Japan's greatest wing spikers, would like to speak to the CEO, please.

As the frightened, underpaid and lowly-ranked employee gulps and hurriedly connects him to the manager, Wakatoshi idly reaches over and tugs on Tooru's pinky. Not hard, just enough to let him know he heard that stabbing part.

Then he puts the receiver against his shoulder, his face softened. "If Yahaba can get your tuxedo, tell him I'll be indebted to him forever."

And though Wakatoshi would be satisfied getting married in their volleyball uniforms or even some swimming trunks -- just as long as they get married, really -- this is all very important, and the hard work and precision with which Tooru made the majority of these plans showed as much. It would be a shame if they didn't follow through.

He smiles at Tooru one last time, rubs a soft line on the inside of his wrist, then lifts the phone back up to his ear when the manager comes back on the line.

Back to business.

In response to the tug, Tooru curls his pinky finger around Wakatoshi's and offers him a charming, sugary smile. He would never really stab Iwaizumi. Not after being best friends since kindergarten.

He just might (read: will) hold it over Iwaizumi's head for the rest of time.

He presses another kiss to Wakatoshi's forehead. "I'll see you at the venue~"

He knocks on the door on the way out for the unspoken 'let's hope nothing else goes wrong.'

He gets the feeling that it won't help though.

Edited 2020-07-19 00:09 (UTC)

[Married life is harder when you're also living a double life.

Also, adult characters only.]

( Write me a starter, Fox. I'm useless. )

[Being a vigilante is not all fun and games. In fact, it is neither fun nor games. It is extremely serious and dangerous, and he lives with the certainty that he may be killed any time he ventures out as Lunatic. But this work has to be done. He has to see it through.

Last night, he was not killed, but he was injured. His wrist is badly sprained, and he's bruised all over as well. Which is why he is staying in bed today. Fortunately, he has no cases scheduled, or he would force himself to go to work in spite of his condition.

He had thought that being married would help him seem less suspicious, but there are drawbacks as well. How is he going to explain these things to Integra? It represents a new set of difficulties. Hopefully, he'll be able to make his way through it, but for now, he just wants to rest his aching head. Lying back on his pillow, he gazes up at the ceiling, wishing for some tea.]