the morning after meme

[toastysocks]

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!

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Ygritte | ASOIAF

[southwards]

[veneries]

[Not one for romantic snuggling in the morning, Ramsay's awake and sitting up on his side of the bed, checking his phone.


It's actually Ygritte's phone, but he hasn't figured out the passcode yet.]

Wanda Maximoff | MCU

[hydric]

Keith | Voltron Legendary Defender | m/m

[lonered]

Stiles | Teen Wolf

[stumblingly]

Padmè Amidala | Star Wars

[uncondoned]

Jessica Jones | Netflix Marvel

[underachievements]

Sybil Crawley | Downton Abbey

[chauffeured]

Soren Armani | Original | OTA

[aucupo]

Shelby Manning | Need For Speed OC | F/M

[shelbycobra]

[Would love fluff or general adorable awkwardness.]

5 + 1

[prideaux_goeth]

[So the thing was, Daniel didn't do one-night stands. He resigned himself to being single forever after his wife died and usually, somewhere inbetween the initial flirting and the first kiss, he felt too guilty to continue trying to move on. He'd make excuses, duck out, and never make contact with whoever he'd attempted to flirt with ever again.

Then he met Shelby while out people-watching at local bar. Bars were not traditionally a romantic venue, but then he sheepishly admitted to her that he had no idea how the car race on the bar TV worked and she lit up. More than anything, he was drawn in by her enthusiasm, her passion, the sparkle in her eyes, and somehow a few questions turned into talking that eventually turned into a comfortable conversation. That wasn't common, for him. Daniel rarely had people he connected with and felt at ease around. Perhaps that and his relative lack of drinking experience was what ultimately led him to this outcome, long limbs wrapped around her, blinking his eyes open to unfamiliar surroundings. For a moment, he shut his dark eyes and ignored his headache, unwilling to move if that meant waking her.

Ultimately, though, his mother raised a gentleman, and he gently detangled himself from the sleeping blonde to get his pants and shirt back on, giving up hunting for the rest of his clothes for the moment. If she was as hungover as he was, she would need something to eat to take the edge off and if there was one thing he was actually quite knowledgeable about, it was food. He rolled up his sleeves, humming, and got to work within moments of figuring out where things were in her kitchen, feeling oddly content. Being able to do something for someone was fulfilling, in a way. By the time Shelby woke up, Daniel had a platter of honey-topped oladyi and stuffed potato knishes ready and was making scrambled eggs in a belated attempt to come across a bit less blatantly foreign to her.

He just hoped that a full breakfast would be enough to apologize for the preceding whirlwind night of drinks, bad decisions and blurry memories.]

Kevin Flynn | Tron AU | OTA

[spaceparanoids]

[ m/m for castmates ]

matt holt | voltron

[prioritised]

Carol Danvers | Marvel | F/M

[cheeseburgermarvel]

jake muller ( resident evil )

[peremptory]

( who the fuck wants this in their bed i mean gross how drunk were you. )

pretty drunk, i'm really sorry for this ( 5 )

[tonkotsu]

[ The first thing he's irate about is the sour taste on his tongue from a night of too much drinking.

It doesn't happen often -- he's not a party-goer unless it's undercover, and he'd rather spend his time eating his weight in hors d'oeuvres than drinking. His eyes slowly open, heavy with sleep, blearily casting his gaze to the black cocktail dress on the floor, the one with the flowered skirt and lace sleeves. A pair of sensible heels aren't far off, pretty, but still good to run in. He needs to get up, pick up his clothes. He doesn't like a mess, and his knives need cleaning. His bank account should be full from the kill last night; maybe he'll go out for brunch, to that crepe place he's been eyeing for several days now.

Before he begins to rise, his eyes move further, settling onto a pair of boots, distinctly male and nothing Lin has any interest in wearing. There's a jacket nearby, some indistinguishable dark color -- green or blue or black, all too similar to matter. He lifts his head, his blond hair falling over his shoulder, and shifts slightly, right into a warm presence that should not be in his bed.

He's up in a flash, straddling the stranger and pressing a knife to his throat before he can take a breath. Lin's bare-chested, but strangely enough still wearing his dark boy shorts and thigh-high stockings from his previous ensemble. He doesn't know who this asshole is, currently wracking his brain for what the hell he did after he stabbed his mark in the throat and stuffed his body in a parking deck closet for someone else to clean up. ]

What the hell are you doing here, shithead?

lance mcclain ( vld )

[spazzed]

5

[prioritised]

[ Moral of the story: the I-bet-I-can-think-of-more-good-qualities-about-Princess-Allura-than-you-can drinking game should never have been invented. It definitely should've never been played by anyone with a head to hang over. It was a bust, a wreck - a Kerberos, even: nothing but devastation and pounding nauseous grief in the morning.

(Look, what's the point of surviving a disaster if you can't laugh at it after the fact?)

The point is: Matt wakes on the morning after the umpteenth banquet in Voltron's honor with no feeling in his thighs, his elbow securely planted in the back of Lance's knee, and his face somewhere both thinly padded and somehow worse. The blurry shift from drowsy bemusement to full conscious horror wrenches him to sit upright -

- which is a perfect time for morning nausea to sandbag him in the face. He collapses again, this time on Lance's spine.

Somewhere in this alien morning, the birds are singing, possibly into little bird microphones. The sun's glaring like a spotlight through a magnifying glass. All of his veins have grown three sizes in his body, and are throbbing like it. Most importantly, even with his chin digging into flesh, he can't feel Lance's pulse. ]

Hey, Lance? Lance, are you dea - nng.

[ Too loud. Wincing, Matt rolls the syllables over his tongue and reassembles his question into a whisper. ]

If you are dead... can you just confirm that I'm also dead? Just... really quick.

Rey | Star Wars

[nobodyfromnowhere]

Karu | Replica | M/M

[scapedoll]

(slightly au'd because doll body-- )

did they sleep together or just shared a bed tho, we never decided xD;

[clowndoll]

[ When Karu's master had passed he had been sad for him. He cares a lot about him, and had hoped that it would take a lot longer for him to lose someone than it ended up being. He wasn't sure how well or badly he would take it, and had made sure to be there for him. He'd experienced losing masters before, though not by death but by defects on himself that had him end up in second hand tradings, so he understood most of it, even though it was different.

A few days had passed by now, and Sattsu had kept close to Karu since. It was a morning after they spent the night together, and the weather was inappropriately sunny outside the window. The world didn't care about the loss of its inhabitants.

He pressed a kiss to Karu's forehead and hugged him as he noticed him stir, though he wasn't sure if it was through dreams or waking up. ]

Mikasa Ackerman | Attack On Titan | OTA

[callyourname]

6

[blackparagon]

[The sound of running water stirs Xander from his slumber. He pulls his eyes open, blinking the sleep away a few times, and sits up. That's when he realizes he's bare-chested. He feels around, but there are no clothes nearby.

Oh, right. He and Mikasa had made love last night, then fell asleep in the afterglow. It took a moment for the memories to come back. Today was a day off for Xander, and they had decided to celebrate the occasion.

Sliding out of bed, Xander makes his way to the bathroom. The sound of the falling water is inviting; the thought of Mikasa in there, still naked, drops of water glistening off her sexy body...well, it was enough to get him hard all over again.

Once in the bathroom, he taps gently on the shower door.]

It's me. May I join you?

Korra | Legend of Korra | OTA

[goestoextremes]

Natasha Romanoff | MCU | F/M

[bozhemoi]

gamora | mcu | f/m

[gardenofthegalaxy]

Steve Rogers | MCU

[waitedtoolong]

( m/f; 25+ )

[cheeseburgermarvel]

[waggles eyebrows]

Peter Parker | MCU

[arachnobatics]

( aged up to 18 for this, tbh I’m still feeling our ships for him but just about everything will be awkward. m/f )

3 lmao

[glaza]

[ When she wakes up, the first thing she notices is that this is definitely not her bed. Looking around only further confirms she is not... Her eyes widen way too much, way too soon after waking up but she doesn't even notice how her eyes burn when she turns to her side and sees Peter there beside her.

Fuck.

She's still for a long moment before getting out of the bed and immediately collecting her clothes, the whole time muttering to herself in sharp, whispered Russian.

How the hell could she--she will never, ever live this down if the others find out. ]

Jessica Drew | Marvel | f/m

[adaptate]

midnighter | dc (rebirth) | m/m.

[thingpuncher]

Prince Xander | Fire Emblem Fates

[thinksofbunnies]

[Revelations Route]

10

[deniles]

[The morning after was basically how long they could sleep for and how drowsy they'd be the next day. Niles was not a very long sleeper, and generally only got a few hours in. With few nightmares still trickling through, it was a wonder he slept at all.

Xander as well was a very rough sleeper. But his problem was being overworked. And doing work late into the night. And even with that, they both wound up waking up early enough to be a problem.

Niles groaned when he started to wake up, drowsy and exhausted. He looked towards Xander and moved to wrap an arm around him.]

We're sleeping today.