bakerstreet | The Morning After Meme (Expanded)

prepare to lose half your life staring at this.

the 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.

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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!

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[ john watson prides himself on always being in control of his faculties. all of his faculties. at all times and at all hours of the day. there have maybe been a few missteps along the road of his life, paths strayed down because of one meddlesome sherlock holmes. but even so! john would like to think himself in control of his own person, his own thoughts and his own actions.

this current morning, however, he can't seem to recall just what lead him to these actions. these... so unlike john watson type decisions. a quick scan of the room alerts him that, no, he's not at home—neither baker street or with mary—nor does he recognize it at all. there's someone beside him and he daren't look, no matter how much his curiosities lead him in that direction. it doesn't take a sherlock holmes to deduce what happened—he's well aware of his clothes being strewn about the room.

as much as he can feel a full on freak out coming on, he bites it back. shoves it down with a firm hand and slowly begins to maneuver himself off the bed. even with the lingering injury, the military taught him stealth well enough to move undetected. at least... that's his current aim as he makes it to the edge, feet hitting the floor.

now. where are his trousers? ]

Going somewhere?

[ the figure on the bed is awake and clearly has been for some time, curled like a particularly sated cat in the sheets. long-limbed and slender and pale, he's watching john move with poison-bright green eyes, lazily amused as the other man attempts to move quietly. whether or not he remembers the encounter, it's clear that whatever happened certainly doesn't seem to bother him.

it's not often that loki visits midgard-- even less often that he takes a human to bed. but the dear doctor had been intriguing. rough around the edges, still a soldier no matter how long he'd been away from the front lines, and loki had wanted him.

he sits up, sheets falling around his waist and hips, one long-fingered hand smoothing his hair away from his face with an absent gesture as he meets the other man's gaze. ]

Without so much as a good morning? [ he tuts, mouth curling. ] Terrible manners, Doctor Watson.

[ tension snaps across john's shoulders and down his back. posture straightening and his fingers gripping tight at the edge of the bed. the voice he doesn't recognize as anyone he knows or anyone he's overly familiar with. he can't believe he let—allowed—something like this to happen.

in the brief second their eyes meet, there's a flicker of doubt. of shame. of embarrassment. of self-loathing. any normal person may have missed it all, but loki is liable to see everything. his gaze shifts away, instead looking out of the window. why can't he remember what happened?!

john clenches his jaw tight, a hand coming up to rub over his face. he's never going to forgive himself for this. and then he sighs, almost defeated. ]

Good morning. [ fine time to practice manners now, john. an off-handed gesture, head tilted back just slightly to look at the ceiling for answers. perhaps unsurprisingly, there were none. ] Merely trying not wake you as I wasn't sure if you were still sleeping or not.

[ whoever the hell you are because he truly cannot recall a name. hell. maybe he does have poor manners. ]

[ oh, loki sees it. he always does. it's not the first time, nor will it be the last time that loki gets that sort of look. he seeks it out, sometimes-- men like doctor john watson are so much more fun in the filthy morning after, the evidence of their infidelities on the sheets and loki's skin.

he leans closer, a finger trailing down the nape of the other man's neck, voice a murmur close to the shell of his ear: ] Your trousers are on the floor on my side of the bed. That is what you're looking for, yes?

[ lips brush the top of john's shoulder, slow and coaxing, sensual. loki is a creature of shadow and sin, so unlike the other aesir, and seduction is as much in his blood as magic. maybe they're intertwined-- as malleable as his shape is, after all, perhaps it's no wonder that he's learned what others might call another effeminate art. ]

--You've already forgotten my name?

[ a shudder races down his spine, shooting tendrils of ice cold infidelity across each and every nerve ending. woman or man it doesn't matter, john would still feel like this. his mind is racing and he can't seem to concentrate on any one thought. a slight fear almost grips his heart, not quite tight yet, but there. lingering and creeping up from the bottom.

john leans away, not falling prey to loki's actions. not now, no. he's becoming too high-strung for that. but he also doesn't want to get up just yet because he isn't quite sure he's all that comfortable. instead he just opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out so it snaps shut again. a breath and he stammers just a bit tightly at first before gaining his footing. ]

Ah, yes. That is indeed what I'm looking for. [ he should ask for them. but foolishly he feels slightly guilty for not remembering his name. so it's almost like a punishment for himself that he doesn't. ] Yes, that, ah—.... yes. It seems that I have.

The Morning After Meme (Expanded)

loki laufeyson | marvel movieverse

three...ish

oh john you just have no idea

oh he's probably about to........... D:

b a s i c a l l y yeah

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