The Morning After Meme

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 the morning after

┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ a meme
→ COMMENT WITH YOUR CHARACTER'S NAME, FANDOM, AND PREFERENCE.
→ PICK A CHARACTER YOU WANT TO TAG AND HIT UP RNG (01-10), OR CHOOSE A SCENE OF YOUR OWN.
→ PLAY NICE; NO WANK, FLAMES, OR GENERAL HUMBUGGERY.
( keep in mind that sexual scenarios are the basis of this meme! please enter with caution )
┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ the scenarios

          ① BREAKFAST IN BED;

           your partner is up and about -- maybe dressed, maybe not -- and in the kitchen. what are they making you?           could it be... grilled cheese?
② HIT ME BABY;

they're such a peaceful sleeper. a peaceful, sexy sleeper. actually there's too much of that sleeping happening. why don't you wake the up, world's kindest alarm?

③ ESCAPE FROM AZKABED;

you wake up to find they're rummaging about for their clothes, about to leave. why the rush, can't you convince them to stay?

④ THE AFTERNOON AFTER;

and the evening, maybe even the morning after after... hours have passed but you just can't leave each other! or maybe one of you just won't...

⑤ HANGOVER FROM HELL;

there's a tiger in the closet, a baby in the bathroom, and a total stranger curled up beside you. who is this person beside you, smelling of tequila and regret? do they know any more about what, or who, went down than you do?

⑥ WET AND WILD;

don't feel too lonely waking up by yourself -- the shower's on and the sound of water falling is mighty inviting. why don't you get cleaned up -- or down and dirty all over again?

⑦ I'LL SLEEP WHEN I DIE;

sleep? what is this sleep thing you speak of? dawn's breaking and neither of you have gotten a wink, or want one. who's ready for round xxx?

⑧ A BITTER PILL;

turns out the reason you scored wasn't your sparkling wit and magnetic confidence. your partner had an ulterior motive -- they already knew it and you're about to. recon? revenge? rebound? tag and find out, if you can handle the truth!

⑨ THIS ISN'T MINE;

that sleepy person in your living room had a great night -- with your roommate. well, might as well get to know each other while you're both there, right? ... right?

⑩ WILD CARD;

roll more than once and combine scenarios, choose your favorite, or make up your own!

 

 

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Joan Watson | Elementary

[formersurgeon]

[markonmysoul]

[I've been looking for a reason to tag your joan. I got Seven. Do you wanna say they have cases that crossed over? Joan would probably know that Dean was lying about being in law enforcement from the get go.]

[formersurgeon]

[Yay! This sounds awesome! I must admit, I am a bit canon blind for Supernatural. Could you set up the scenario? :)]

[markonmysoul]

[No problem! Just lemme know if you have any questions. Being canon blind might be good for Joan in this cause it's her first time interacting with the supernatural. SHOULD BE WEIRD.]

For once in Dean's life he was actually giving God a little prayer of thanks when he walked in to the New York City police department for a case and found Joan Watson to be working with the NYPD as a consulting detective. It looked like the usually noncaring God was looking out for Dean this time seeing how he sent a pretty damn cute girl down to help Dean and Sam in their investigation. Dean and his brother had been brought to New York City due to a string of strange deaths that had the police baffled. The Winchesters of course knew that the killings were monster related. The victims were found with flays of flesh missing, insects were always found near the scene of the body. Almost like an infestation.

It was a rakasha, Dean knew it but he had no idea where to start looking for the shape shifter. Seeing how Sherlock and Watson were especially good at solving mysteries and finding the locations of missing people Dean decided to use their knowledge to his advantage. He and Sam approached the two claiming to be from the FBI and on a man hunt for the serial killer. Little did the Winchesters know that Joan and Sherlock had figured out that they were not federal agents from pretty much the moment the two brothers walked in to the precinct.

Sam had long fallen asleep and Dean was up with Joan in Sherlock's living room, groaning in exhaustion as he stretched his arms up over his head and gave a long yawn. "Fuck." Dean announces loudly, scratching at the base of his neck. "Wish this fucker would just save us the trouble and turn himself in already." It's been a long day, okay?

[formersurgeon]

"Unfortunately, murderers aren't exactly the most courteous of people." The files were spread out on the table in front of them, but it had been an hour at least since Joan had even looked at one. It seemed like they had gone over every single one of them a hundred times.

She sighed and looked at Dean. The case was interesting, but at the moment she was actually more interested in this man and his brother. She and Sherlock knew pretty much from the beginning that they weren't FBI, but hadn't said anything because they obviously knew so much about the case. Turning them in would rob them of that resource. So they played along, allowing the brothers to believe that they had the detectives fooled.

"So, how does this rank with all the other things you've seen?"

[markonmysoul]

Most law enforcement was easy to fool. As long as you strode in to the crime scene like you owned the place, barked a few orders and flashed a badge people tended not to ask questions. Dean and Sam should of figured Watson and Sherlock would be different and figure them out in a moments notice. Just let Dean revel in the fact he thinks he's fooled such a great detective in the first place.

"Such assholes." Dean mutters, pulling off his suit jacket and throws it over the back of a chair. He rolls up his sleeves, muttering angrily while he tries to blink the exhaustion out of his eyes. "I need my four hours. Don't these guys think of anyone but themselves?" Loosening his tie Dean reaches a hand to the back of his neck and gives it a long scratch. He's tired but Sam is on this sleep shift so Dean will have to go a few more hours. Exhausted green eyes stare at the photos taped up on the wall over the desk where Joan is sitting.

"Honestly? Not the weirdest thing I've seen. Not by a long shot."