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[centurybaby]

SUDDEN MARRIAGE MEME

▌ POST AS YOUR CHARACTER. ▌ ANON GIVES YOU ANOTHER CHARACTER + ONE SCENARIO. ▌ YOUR CHARACTERS ARE NOW MARRIED. ▌ THREAD ACCORDINGLY. SCENARIOS 1. EXPECTING A BABY/ADOPTING A BABY. 2. GETTING A DIVORCE. 3. HONEYMOON. 4. GETTING BACK TOGETHER AFTER SEPARATION. 5. DOMESTIC CUTE TIMES. 6. PILLOW TALK.

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[viced]

[ He's still shrinking under his look. His face is quickly turning red. ]

Well--

Shit, can we--

Not?

[waiting]

[ Normally, this would be the point in the conversation where Bradbury either rolls over and tries to go to sleep, or quietly excuses himself to the bathroom to take care of himself.

Tonight, though? His hand's sliding all-too-casually across the sheets, fingers latching into the pillowcase but not trying to tug it away. Yet. ]

Not what?

[viced]

[ He groans, covering his face with one hand, the one not absorbed by his hand. ]

You know, talk about this!?

[ Talking embarrasses him. ]

[waiting]

What's wrong with talking? [ Well, Bradbury knows exactly what's wrong with talking, but that doesn't mean he isn't gonna give Mitch shit about it. And by the way his grin turns all but shark-like, he's planning something. ]

Fine. Unless you're telling me you wanna do something else--

[viced]

I, ah--

[ He flushed. ]

No, that's alright. It's alright.

[waiting]

All right, I'll let you off the hook this time. [ Though really, he let Mitch off the hook all the time. His hand toyed with the corner of that pillow, like he was giving serious consideration to just yanking it away. After letting the quiet stretch out a little bit, he volunteered another brilliant insight. ]

Practice makes perfect, you know. [ Well, or in this case, made it perfectly obvious that Mitch hasn't exactly had a lot of experience. ] Maybe we should. You know. Practice.

[viced]

[ He narrowed his eyes, feeling (mostly) indignant. ]

What. Come the fuck on! I'm not going to "practice" at this shit, it's not like it should be that hard!

[ He was about to give up, honestly. It wasn't like he really needed it. ]

[waiting]

[ Bradbury gave Mitch a withering look. ]

Well, obviously, something's still hard for you. [ Mitch should really have known better than to use that turn of phrase, and if the innuendo wasn't obvious enough, Bradbury was kneeling up, cupping his crotch and putting on as long-suffering a face as he could manage. ]

I'm pretty sure I married you, not my right hand.

[viced]

Whoa!

[ Backing up, up, up, because holy shit get the fuck out, Bradbury, and take your goddamn sex jokes with you! ]

It's not like--

I just--

[ Mitchell doesn't know what to say when it comes to the big R word, "relationships". ]

[waiting]

[ Too bad Mitch, the sex jokes come with the whole package!! The predatory glint in Bradbury's eye didn't bode well, though, and he'd already yanked the pillow away from Mitch and rolled them back over until he's pressing Mitch into the bed.

Actually, forget predatory; maybe the mad light in his gaze is what happens when you keep getting cockteased with no relief in sight. ]

How about we try that again? [ He was was grinning, but there was something deadly serious about it, too. ]