Morning after

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morning after






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→ 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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[thecanarylives]

[ The warmth in his chuckle seems to seep through her, face burying into his chest as she attempts to anchor herself against the oncoming headache.

She sucks in another slow breath, humming vaguely. ]

Everything hurts.

[shabby_magic]

Poor thing. A spot of tea will make it better. Or hair of the dog.

[ He chuckles and pats her back. ]

If you let me up.

[ Given the way she's clinging to him John doesn't think he stands much of a chance of getting out of bed yet. ]

[thecanarylives]

Mmh. [ She pulls a face at the idea of more alcohol, slipping an arm around him to keep him close. ]

Got anything less liquid and more… burger and fries?

[shabby_magic]

No, not at all. Probably could make something of an English.

[ An English breakfast he means. ]

If you want burger and fries we'll have to get out of bed and find it. Nearest place is a bit of a walk.

[thecanarylives]

[ Another slow breath, attempting to get the nausea under control. ]

Walk? Gross. [ She frowns into his chest, pressing her forehead into his skin to anchor herself. ] Postmates?

[shabby_magic]

The hell is postmates?

[ John order food through an app? This man barely knows what an app is and barely remembers to bring his cellphone with him anywhere. ]

Come on, luv, let me get up and I'll get us something. You can stay in bed and get yourself under control.

[thecanarylives]

You know like.. [ She waves a hand vaguely, too tired to actually explain it. ] Like DoorDash. [ She'll settle on that, eventually releasing him to roll onto her back and stare at the ceiling. ]

If I die, just restore my soul again.

[shabby_magic]

You're not going to die. It's just a hangover.

[ He leans over and gives her a kiss on the forehead. ]

Drink some water. There's ginger tea in the kitchen that'll settle your stomach. I'll be back with food in a bit.

[ John gets out of bed and starts gathering up his clothes. ]

[thecanarylives]

Mmmh. [ She closes her eyes, grabs his pillow once he’s up and places it over her own face. ]

Wake me when there’s food.

[shabby_magic]

Yes ma'am.

[ His salute is very sarcastic. He puts on his shoes and jams a cigarette in his mouth before he leaves her to suffer her hangover. Clearly she needs more practice. ]

[thecanarylives]

[ She manages to drift off for a bit, then disappears into the bathroom to try and piece herself together in the shower. By the time she’s wrapped in one of his robes, she’s feeling human enough to pad into the kitchen, her hair still wet, a little more color in her cheeks. ]

[shabby_magic]

[ John comes back about half an hour later with a greasy bag of take out and smelling like cigarette smoke. ]

Look who dragged herself out of bed. Feeling better?

[ He puts the takeout on the kitchen table and starts to make coffee. ]

[thecanarylives]

My hero. [ She shoots him a wry smile, opening up the bag to pull a few fries out and munch on them. ]

Getting there. Nowhere near as functional as you.

[shabby_magic]

It takes practice. Enough hangovers you'll get the hang of it.

[ He's just that good at suffering. ]

[thecanarylives]

Or you’re just a more functional alcoholic than I am. [ Another few fries and she circles around him to grab a glass, filling it with water and chugging it down in one go. ]</small

[shabby_magic]

I'm a more functional alcoholic than anyone you know.

[ He is absolutely bragging about that. John Constantine and his coping mechanisms everyone. ]

Probably have some pain killers in the bathroom cabinet if you're really that miserable. Orgasms are also good for headaches. Release a lot of endorphins that ease pain. You're still lookin' a bit green though, luv.

[thecanarylives]

No contest. [ She shoots him a wry smile, chugging down another glass of water before turning to face him again. ]

Already took two. But if you're offering orgasms, I'm absolutely open.

[shabby_magic]

Have I ever lied about orgasms?

[ Because he's lied about all sorts of things and will again but John keeps his word about orgasms. ]

You want to finish your breakfast?

[thecanarylives]

Not to my knowledge. [ She smirks, grabbing the bag of takeout and heading back into the bedroom. ] C'mon.

[shabby_magic]

[ John follows with his hands in his pockets. ]

I was going to eat you out in the kitchen, you know. Get on my knees for you. Which I know you love to see.

[ But he's amused that she wants to be in bed. ]

[thecanarylives]

On the kitchen tile? Hot, but unsustainable.

[ Bed is so much more comfortable. She's feeling a hell of a lot more alive at least, still munching on fries as she tumbles back into bed, unpacking a burger and offering him one. ]

[shabby_magic]

The hot of it is the point.

[ He kicks off his shoes before settling into bed next to her. ]

I am shocked at how vanilla you can be, luv. Such a risky career and yet...

[thecanarylives]

[ Her nose wrinkles and she throws a French fry at his face, unwrapping her burger and digging in. ]

Fuck off with that. Just cause I’m hungover and prefer pillows to cold tile?

[shabby_magic]

[ He eats the French fry and grabs a burger for himself. It's not a real breakfast but it's not really the morning. ]

You just had to keep standing. I would deal with the cold tie. Didn't suggest fucking you on the floor.

[ It could've led to that but didn't have to. John was flexible with the suggestion. ]

[thecanarylives]

[ Having something in her stomach does manage to settle the nausea at least. She takes another few bites, smirking at him around a mouthful. ]

You know what’s better than standing when you’re hungover? Laying down. [ She pops another few fries into her mouth, solidifying her point by settling back into the pillows. ]