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The Morning After Meme (Expanded)

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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And then he would wait.
He would wait and stare and mourn for him, not knowing if he would return for him, not knowing if he'd done something wrong. But... Eridan wouldn't do that. He wouldn't. He couldn't. Gamzee's arms tightened their hold, clutching almost as possessively to Eridan as Eridan had gripped his horn. They needed each other. They needed each other so badly that it was hurting them, neither quite aware of how much it was affecting the other.
Gamzee didn't want that fear, that dread, to plague this perfect moment. But it was always there, lurking like a being truly detestable, scratching around the depths of his pan to remind him that there was in him a fatal flaw. Something unknown that was wrong with him that had made him unwanted by everything he'd ever tried to love, and he truly feared the day Eridan would discover what it was. For now he would give and give, everything he had until he had nothing left, anything he could do to make the boy want to stay with him, because being left behind again would shatter him.]
Thank you, sweetest of jades. You all got any idea what you're to be fuckin' meaning to me?
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[Eridan smiled against Gamzee's skin, wallowing in the strange sensation of being wanted and loved and cherished. Most of all, forgiven. So at some point his brain will kick back and reboot and he'll remember Gamzee probably forgives him because Gamzee has never really seen the hideousness he's truly committed. That even though he's told him, he'll never be able to show him and truly make him understand. But here and now it didn't matter. Here and now he basked in it, the sweet words and the gentle hands and the precise tone of Gamzee's voice when he was quiet and soft and perfect. It was only in the spirit of such feelings that he could say something like this:]
Tell me anyway?
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[That felt good to hear. Gamzee was glad he'd been able to show him how much he adored him, at least even a little. Fuck, that sounded creepy. He was probably coming on a little too strong. Oh, God, who the fuck was he kidding, he always came on a little too strong.
He snickered quietly at that, nuzzling his nose and lips against Eridan's some more.]
You sure you all be wanting to get your hear on of this shit? Noise gets all motherfucking sorts of crazy sloppy once it gets all fuckin' started. Ain't too easy to shut it the fuck off once it start, neither.
[He was keeping himself afloat by making light of his feelings. Because honestly, he wasn't one to dwell. He really wasn't. There were some parts of him that wouldn't stay down, couldn't be ignored, but along with that was the Gamzee he was, the Gamzee he wanted to be and the one he presented as fact because it was fact. The stupid, silly little clown chock full of impulsive snuggles and honks. There's a darkness in everyone, but it's their own choice whether or not they want to let it define them, and he sure as hell didn't want to give his the time of fucking day.]
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Lay it on me, bro, I can take it.
[He could. And if he couldn't, he'd make himself able to. It was just the way things went.]
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[Oh. Oh, good. Now was a great time to lose face. Yeah, real helpful. He hadn't actually thought of what he was going to say, so he stumbled for a second, concentrating on those gentle movements against his cheek and letting them guide his mind back to where he'd started.
It probably was for the best that he hadn't planned anything out, because that wasn't how he rolled, anyway. Better to have the feelings come right from your pusher than from your pan. He brought his eyes up slowly to meet that adoring gaze, and suddenly he felt that all of the things he'd been keeping to himself this whole time, well, it had been very unlike him. He should have been telling Eridan everything whenever he felt it, lest the boy believe Gamzee's feelings didn't run as deep as they actually did.]
Like... the way you all be lookin' at me like what's the fuck right now?
[He paused briefly, bringing a hand to Eridan's face and running a cool thumb over his forehead, down his temple.]
Ain't never all had a motherfucker to be goin' up and all gettin' their glancing on at me in like, such a motherfucking fashion. An' I know you're all to be knowing that wicked shit already, but...
[He paused again, but no action punctuated this silence.]
...but it gets a brother to feel real nice when he ain't ever was to be motherfucking thinking no one was all ever going to be lookin' at him in a way like that.
[His eyes flicked down sheepishly for just a second, then came right back to Eridan's. Yeah, that felt a little hard to admit, but it wasn't terrible. He'd plow through it.]
So like, when I all was first to be fallin' all lugbone-perpendicular-to-motherfucking-footsleeves for you, not that I've been ever too motherfucking keen on getting the mystical wear on of motherfuckers like those or nothing, but, uh...
[Oh fuck, oh fuck, what was he saying, again...? He took an exasperated breath in, closing his eyes and pressing his forehead to Eridan's.]
I was scared you weren't all gonna love me back. 'Cause no motherfucker ever does the shit that way when Gamzee gets his fuckin' pity on all hard for 'em. But you just been so fuckin' kind to me, Jadebro. Like you all really pity me and shit. And like, to all have someone who's at being the stars and moons in your motherfucking world be all actin' like you might be what's the same in theirs...
[He smiled gently. It was hardly a good explanation of his deepest and purest of devotions, but it managed to scratch the surface.]
it feels like maybe I got the most motherfucking precious thing I all could ever be hoping to fuckin' finding, it fuckin' does.
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I was terrified.
[His voice was small and hoarse and barely above a stolen whisper.]
I was so terrified. You were the single most pitiful troll I've ever met, Gamzee. You still are. And I love you so much and what if I fucked it up. What if I was wrong and I ruined everything and made you hate me? I don't have it in me to hate you, not that way, not any way.
[He swallowed hard again, shivering.]
What if I was just imagining things, what if you didn't really pity me and were just being nice and I was just... just making up things that weren't really there.
[He leaned in to press a soft kiss to the corner of Gamzee's mouth.]
Maybe you're not my moons and my stars, but you're my sun. So bright and warm and mine.
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They was never not there, brother. Them pity feelings, I fuckin' mean. For you. Always had 'em, even if I wasn't to all fuckin' be gettin' my understand on of them proper. I like being yours.
[He smiled, laughing a little to himself because damn he really never could understand his feelings. Who he was flushed for, who he was pale for; he was pretty sure he'd never had any black feelings, but who the hell really knew? Until, you know, now, when he was absolutely smitten. It was hard to be confused until someone reciprocated. To not know if your heart was hurting or if it actually wasn't, or if it was even justifiable to feel that way at all.
But, he didn't have to worry about that anymore. And that's why he felt it might be okay now, to laugh at it.]
You ain't got to worry, not at all. Nothing you all do is gonna ever make me wanna get my motherfucking split on from you. Ever.
[That felt a little overwhelming. Maybe he should have toned it down a little.]
I never seen you fuck the shit all up like you're always to be saying you do, but even if you all get at doing the biggest motherfucking fuck up anyone's all ever got their wicked sights on of...
[He returned that kiss. They were a mess of kisses, back and forth with those innocent things.]
Even if that happens, this motherfucker ain't ever gonna stop getting his pity on at you. I'm always gonna be right motherfucking by you, bro. 'Cause it's all where I motherfucking belong.
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Good, because I'm not going anywhere.
[He closed his eyes, smiling lightly. He felt himself melting, exhausted and content and sated. He nuzzled up into the skin closest to him, all but purring.]
Nowhere else I'd rather be.
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Wrapped in that blanket, clutching a happy, exhausted Eridan against him and being quite thoroughly exhausted himself, Gamzee let his head rest back on the pillow.]
Right here, nowhere fuckin' else.
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Then he smirked against Gamzee's smirk.]
You do realize, that I'm draggin' you back into the ablution block as soon as we wake up again, right.
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We gonna agree to all not mention those motherfuckers ever again. Okay, sweetest and most motherfucking merciful of flushmates?
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It was a good feeling, that. And if Gamzee didn't understand that wasn't teasing, but an honest warning, well, that was Gamzee's mistake and not his.]
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Sorry 'bout your bed.
[This was almost undecipherable, as he was getting very tired very quickly. With a warm Eridan curled up on him, thoroughly taxed and blissed out, it was hard to fend off sleep.]
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And he proceeded to do just that.]