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cherryblooded) wrote in
crowspace2017-06-18 07:29 pm
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Married In Vegas Meme

You wake up in a hotel room. You don't remember the previous night at all. In fact, you may not recognize the sight outside the hotel window. It doesn't matter where you were, because you're in Las Vegas now.
Also, you're sharing the bed with someone else. You may not recognize them. You probably don't. They may not be your preferred gender, or species. It doesn't matter, because you have matching rings on your fingers - or whatever you have that approximates a finger - that can mean only one thing.
You got married in Vegas.
Top-level with character and canon, all that jazz. This is more intended as a silly meme than as a shipping meme, but if you've got preferences for shipping you can list those too.

Takumi | Fire Emblem Fates | ota
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Leo clings to whoever is in his bed like an octopus. Enjoy your heater.]
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[When Leo sleeps, he sleeps. Good luck.]
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[He's still half asleep as well, and half thinks Hinata passed out in here or something. So he does what comes to mind.
He bites him]
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Kicking and trying to get his attacker in the dick. He manages it, too, by sheer luck]
What the hells?
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And doesn't come back up. Cuz he's rolling on the floor, holding his poor balls and whimpering]
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Where...
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His head feels like it's splitting open, and it gets worse when he sits up. Groaning, he presses his hand to his face, feeling something metal against the side of his nose. It's around his ring finger, shining a silvery color.
Wait. Since when does he wear a ring?
He pulls the hand away from his eyes, blearily staring at the plain white gold band. Funny how it looks like a wedding ring. Just how could he afford that, and why would he buy one in the first place?
It's about then he realizes he's not in his hotel room, and he's not alone in bed. There's someone next to him, someone with an incredible amount of platinum hair.
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Once he finds what he's looking for he settles right back down, as if nothing strange is going on what so ever.
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"U-- um... e-- excuse me...?" His voice is higher, tight and strained. He nudges the stranger's shoulder. "Who... who are you?"
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"...?"
...that sleepy look vanishes in a flash, and he yelps, jerking away and right out of the bed- and when he realizes he's undressed he just... screams and runs right into the bathroom.
Sorry if you were looking for an explanation there, buddy.
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Oooookay.
Yusuke gets up and goes to the bathroom door, knocking politely. Yes, he has neglected to put on clothes. It's just a body after all, nothing shameful about it.
"Ah, are you alright? I'm sorry if I startled you, I only wanted to know what happened last night."
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"Is this you're room? Who even are you!?"
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"It's not my room, I assumed it was yours." He looks back into the room proper, taking note of the large frilly bed they'd shared, the bucket of champagne, and the platter of chocolate-covered strawberries. Between that, the decor, and their rings.... "I think this is the honeymoon suite. I'm not certain which hotel, however. Though it makes some sort of sense, considering."
He holds up his hand, showing the unfamiliar guy his ring.
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...?
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...wha?
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...Is this even the right room.
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[He tries to move and winces, his head throbbing]
Never ever drinking anything Junpei gives me again. No matter how good it smells.
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[She holds her head with a soft groan, not noticing the tacky ring on her hand yet.]
I feel like... there are spikes in my eyes.
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[He moves to get up and sees the ring]
Wha- what the hell is this?!
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Touson doesn't remember the last night, but a quick investigation of his surroundings suggests that he's in a Las Vegas hotel. Considering that he last remembered being in Tokyo, it's remarkable that he's ended up here. Of course, it's not impossible to set up an elaborate hoax... Hm.
He'd like to go find out more, but there's someone sharing his bed with him, and he could have a wealth of information that Touson can't just discard. He should stay long enough to talk to him, at least.
...So Touson's just going to stare intently at Takumi until he wakes up.
Flawless plan.]
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He groans, trying to bury his head deeper in the plush pillows, hiding from the light. If he's noticed he's not where he's supposed to be, it doesn't show.]
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Touson pokes him in the side. Repeatedly. While still staring at him.]
Wake up.
A Tale of Two Pineapples?
Natsuru's still wearing her (disturbingly appropriate in hindsight) white dress, and one of those borderline tacky bachelorette party tiaras with a faux bridal veil attached. There's a bouquet somewhere in the bed with them, along with the one of Natsuru's high-heeled shoes that is not on the floor. And of course, there's a cheap but very significant looking ring on her finger.
Takumi probably gets to wake up first, because Natsuru is out. Some part of her is not looking forward to the hangover she's about to have.]