Morning after

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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!

Comments

[semiautomagical]

"Coffee without those little plastic cups, even. Bad for the environment, I hear."

John can't see the way Harry's softly smiling at the weight of his [boy]friend pressed to his back in that sleepy way, smelling of cigarettes but not in a way that's overwhelming. He moves deliberately, slow and a little exaggerated so John gets to feel his shoulders move. Until he gives John a nudge, just enough room to turn around and hand him a steaming mug.

"Productivity juice, as requested and required."

[shabby_magic]

They are what they are. John tries not to define it in the superstitious belief that if he doesn't put a name to it then the forces that conspire against him won't go after Harry.

Not naming it hasn't changed John's frequent visits and lack of sleeping with anyone else but it makes him feel better about it.

He moves a little at the nudge but brightens at the sight of coffee. He takes it and immediately burns his tongue to take a drink.

"Ah, that's better." John takes another burning hot sip. "Now, unless we're going back to bed get out of way. I'm going to make breakfast. Your eggs are terrible."

[semiautomagical]

"Just cool it down if it's too hot," Harry chides. Sure, maybe he's usually better with fire than ice, but Winter's made him much better at a subtle little cast of cooling vapors to keep himself from burning his tongue.

Or, he will just let it cool sitting out on the counter, as god intended. John's forehead gets a smooch. Their idiocy matches one another if nothing else.

But that doesn't save him from the way Harry pulls a face. "There's nothing wrong with my eggs!" Is he going to protest enough to keep John from cooking? No. No, he is not. If someone else wants to make breakfast, he doesn't have a problem with it.

[shabby_magic]

"Of course you think that, handsome." John pats his cheek. As much as he adores Harry, his eggs leave much to be desired.

He gives his ass a pat and sends him towards the kitchen table. "If you want to help make toast otherwise sit there and look pretty for me."

John grabs the eggs, butter, and a pan and gets to work making some fired eggs. Proper fried eggs with nice crispy edges. And yes, he's still just wearing Harry's shirt. It's bloody proper domestic. John is both happy and terrified. His usual state.