maybe you'll catch a pokemon on your walk of shame.

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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. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ the scenarios ① BREAKFAST IN BED: YOUR PARTNER'S 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 THEM 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, AND CAN 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 asjldkjl? 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 FAVOURITE, OR MAKE UP YOUR OWN! Stolen from here.

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Tøич Sтαяκ ⊛ Iяøи Mαи ( cw compliant )

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[Heeey so I realize this thread is a little bit old but I would love to do something involving these two if you're up for it! Let me know & I can roll/we can come up with something :D]

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[ i'm down. hit me. ]

let me know if I should change anything! ♥

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[ Bruce wakes up with a pounding headache, muscle soreness, and exactly three memories of what occurred the night before. They are, in order:

1. Having something very tasty and very alcoholic shoved into his hand every twenty minutes or so.

2. Following Tony out of the main room, where the party's epicenter was, and up to the private suites that only a select few people could access.

3. Having the kinkiest, most enthusiastic sex of his entire life.

Now he's surrounded by rumpled blankets and too-soft pillows. When he glances down he spots the restraints they'd been using and it draws a groan, half-embarrassed and half-pleasurable, from his throat. He manages to flip himself over onto his stomach, but when he shifts closer to the center of the mattress he comes face-to-face with a very peaceful-looking Tony Stark.

He looks cute like this, Bruce thinks absently, taking in the way Tony's lips have parted a little and how ruffled his hair is. It makes him grin, despite the pain pulsing through his head and down along his limbs, and he can't help but reach out to brush his thumb over Tony's cheek.

He doesn't want to wake him up just yet, because hungover Tony is likely to turn into grumpy Tony, and also because - well - if he's being honest, Bruce doesn't really know how he feels about everything they did to one another last night. Some deep stuff came out in the middle of the kinkiness, stuff that Bruce has never admitted to anyone, and he's not sure how they'll handle that in the light of day. ]

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[ he might not want to wake him up, but the contact is enough to cause tony's features to twitch, his eyes pressing more tightly closed as he reflexively raises a hand to swat bitchily at whatever's tickling his cheek. when it's the warmth of another hand that meets his own, his brain manages to register through the fog of half-consciousness and hangover that there's a human being next to him. after another moment, he actually wills his eyelids open, but his mind takes a full minute to process through what he's looking at, and the tangle of memories that slowly flood back as an explanation for what banner is doing there, exactly.

he's not still not sure he could answer that, if asked to put it into words. it had sure sounded like the best idea of his life last night. there'd been a series of drinks early in the night that had led down a slippery slope of casual flirtation for the hell of it and then starting to push things just to see how far they could be pushed. at the heart of it all had been this overriding feeling of why not, although it became clear through the course of the following night that there were bigger things probably at play between them both.

he was definitely too hungover to think about that. instead, he's got enough to focus on here and now, considering how novel the sight of bruce banner in his bed is, and that he has to figure out what the hell to say to this.

i mean, he's still alive, which seems worth noting, considering things banner had insinuated about himself in the bedroom department following some not so subtle prying while they'd worked in the lab. it figured that at his drunkest, the idea of pushing the envelope into some rough and wild territory with a guy with whom such activities could be considered suicidal would be appealing.

speaking of which, he flinches a bit when he tries to move and gets a stirring reminder of why he probably might never want to do that again. ]

... Ten out of ten for bedside manner, Doc.