THE MORNING AFTER THE TRASHED NIGHT BEFORE MEME [ The Second ]

[anothermememaker]

THE MORNING AFTER

THE TRASHED NIGHT BEFORE MEME

It was a party, a celebration, a need to drown your sorrows, or maybe just a small social gathering. You were only supposed to have a few drinks, but a few drinks turned into... well, you can't remember. In fact, you can't remember even having your first. It was one hell of a night. If only you could remember it. Now it's the morning after the night before, and you're waking up to the cold, harsh light of day. Where are you? Who are you with? Are you fully clothed? Still in your own home town? In your own home state? Or mostly importantly, is anything pierced, shaved, or inked? The morning after the night before at its finest. Either way, you have a raging hangover and now someone is about to stumble across you in your embarrassing naked awkward plain mortifying delicate state. Who is it? Do you know them? Are they in the same state as you? Are they a caring friend ready to peel you up out of the gutter and clean you up? Are you in bed with someone you shouldn't be? Some you should be? Or are they a complete stranger more than willing to laugh at your expense? One thing is for sure... you're ever, ever drinking again as long as you live. And this time, you're sure you mean it. RULES: # Leave a comment with your character's name, fandom, and any preferences you have. # Taggers select the thread scenario. You may prefer to just pick yourself, select from the options below, or use the RNG for a number between 1 and 15 to choose for you. Or come up with an idea all on your own. # Tag others and spring them in their awkward and uncomfortable states # As always, have fun! Be as fun, serious, amusing, creative, tongue-in-cheek, etc. as you feel!

THE LIST:

[1] You're in the gutter. Just great. This was your favourite outfit too, and where the hell is your other shoe?!

[2] For some reason, you're dressed up in fancy dress, but it's really not in a classy way. Are you one half Batman, one half Robin? Or did you somehow end the night dressed in drag or a Big Bird suit?

[3] Naked, your modesty covered by only a sheet, and handcuffed to a lamp post - what the fuck?

[4] Bathroom is your first stop if you can remember how to get your feet to move. Oh holy shit, what the hell is that on your butt/breast/chest/back/hip?! You've been ink... what is it, and are you going to spend the rest of your life saving to get it removed so no one ever, ever sees it?

[5] You're in bed, you're naked, and you're not alone. Oops... Are you tied to the bed? Dressed in something suggestive? Is it all intentions pure or not that innocent?

[6] If you like it, then you should have put a ring on it. You got drunk, and you got hitched. Now who the hell is your spouse, and do you need to pull a Britney Spears, and stat?

[7] You're face down in the grass on the side of the road and seem to have lost your wallet. Oh great, now you need to try and flag down someone to help you. Who is going to be the kind soul who comes to your rescue?

[8] You're in a bath tub with a rubber ducky, snorkel and flippers. It wasn't the Hawaiian holiday you were dreaming of by any means, and it's probably too much to hope that it's the bath tub of an Arabian Prince/Princess.

[9] Shaved! Is it your head? Your eyebrows? One eyebrow? Or something way more intimate? Did you let someone get creative downstairs, which is an awkward moment, considering you're supposed to be single. Or maybe now you're bald just in time for that important date in your calander tomorrow?

[10] Is that a cat/dog/duck/chicken/gerbil sitting on your head? Wait, you don't have any pets...

[11] You wake up in a room of equally trashed people in various states of unconscious surrounded by weed, joints, and bongs. Hang, you're a good girl/boy! You would never touch this stuff. At least, not since high school. It's not yours! If anyone asks, you didn't do it!

[12] In the slammer. You've woken up in jail with your head in your cell mate's lap. Now if ever there could be an awkward moment...

[13] You're in the backseat of a car and the car is moving. You look out the window and have no freaking clue where you are. Looks like the Sunday Roast with grandma is off the cards. But wait a minute, who the hell is that driving and why do they have such bad taste in music?

[14] On the beach, a faceful of sand and not to mention realising it's stuck in all those typical uncomfortable places. You're dressed in a towel, but surely you weren't stupid enough to pack a bathing suit?

[15] Wildcard. Your choice. Anything not listed here if you're feeling creative. You're drunk, you're hungover, and now you're rudely awake - enjoy!

Comments

Q [Rule 63] || Skyfall || OTA

[quartermistress]

[The only one I'm going to say no to is #9.]

Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf | M/M

[littleredridingstiles]

Walter Bishop | Fringe

[not_walternate]

Reisi Munakata | [k]

[50_shades_of_blue]

With great power comes great responsibility, the saying once went but after last night's actions taken into effect Munakata deemed it important to add in a second part to that quote.

With great power comes great responsibility and a lower alcohol tolerance, should be it's completed sentence; Munakata thought as he gingerly rubbed the bridge between his eyes, the effects of last night's party still thickly coated on his tongue and even worse was the state of affair his once pristine office is currently in.

4 - mwahaha...

[chainsmoke_king]

[ Your office? No. No, this isn't your office, Captain Munakata. This is Izumo Kusanagi's bar. HOMRA Bar. And the state it's in is far worse than any hangover you might have right now!

Why on earth he gave in and let an already drunken Mikoto drag you into his bar late last night, he'll never know. In fact, the only thing giving him solace right now is that little flame shaped 'tattoo' he can see peaking out of the collar of your slightly unbuttoned shirt.

That still isn't stopping him from kicking you in the side, though. ]

Hey, Blue King. Either move or help me clean up this mess.

[twoflames]

[ This is why he never agrees to these things. Ever. How he'd gotten it into his head that this would have ended with pleasant results is certainly a mystery, and the fact he's face-first on a mat in Munakata's office doesn't bode well.

His glasses, luckily enough, are still on, which probably explains why his cheekbones are stinging. When he sits up, it's also clear why he's suffering from a slight chill too. Naked. He's almost completely naked, except for a sock he's positive doesn't belong to him. Fushimi glares, turning to nudge the body beside him. He doesn't care who it is or why they're there.

He hates this. ]

What happened?

5 - it goes without saying.

[ignisinfernale]

Oh good lord his head. It hurts. It just hurts all over the place. At this point, Suoh's making a mental note never to challenge the other king when it comes to trying to drink each other under the table. He's proven his point. They both have the alcohol tolerances of gods. Now there were the aftereffects to deal with.

The first thing he notices is that this isn't his bed. It's all too large, all too floofy. He's certain his at Bar Homra has less sheets and was definitely more slept in than this. There's also a distinct warmth next to him. He's on his side though like he usually slept but that warmth, well, he has to make sure.

But somehow, he can't move.

It's only then that he notices his arms are secured over his head with a pair of handcuffs at his wrists. This is when sobriety finally kicks in. He spies his shirt on the ground, his pants tossed haphazardly on the back of a nearby chair... that's definitely his jacket in a crumpled heap. With a soft grunt, he tests the cuffs. They're secure. They're definitely not going anywhere. If his hands weren't crossed, he was certain there could be a way to melt them off his hands but even then the molten metal would hurt him in the process.

Among his clothes, he's certain he spies a familiar blue coat.

No. His mind is reeling from the possibilities. But that body next to him--

Yep. Definitely.

So he shifts his position, straining to move despite his wrists locked in place. "Oi. Munakata. Get up." he growls, nudging the other king with his shoulder.

Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf | m/m

[beyourbatman]

The Twin | The Devil's Carnival | ota

[thetwin]

Vicki Nelson | Blood Ties | ota

[hellmarks]

[(Anonymous)]

Are you aware that the image you've used for this meme comes from an ad campaign aimed at preventing sexual assaults on drunk women?

http://www.theviolencestopshere.ca/dbtg.php

It comes across as pretty tasteless.

[(Anonymous)]

they may not be aware. i've seen this image around and had no idea what it was from until now. i had always thought it was a stock image.

Klavier Gavin | Ace Attorney

[airguitarserenade]

natasha romanoff | mcu

[widow]

12 because I need some hideous in my life rn

[uninvincible]

[So here's Tony in the midst of a drunken coma curled up on the floor in a cell, sleeping on your lap, Natasha. Wat do.]

Ishtar de Pheliosta | Vampire Game

[pheliostanrebel]

Saruhiko Fushimi • K

[doubledeal]

Thor Genderswapped suddenly | Marvel Movies | OTA

[thorredefined]

john watson/Bbc Sherlock/5/cast memeber only

[godyesat221b]

Re: john watson/Bbc Sherlock/5/cast memeber only

[married_to_my_work]

Sherlock wash sure thae case went well last night because him and John went to a pub to celebrate,which wasn't his normal way of doing things. He groaned as he laid into the bed..his bed he noted as he opened his eyes and looked around the room. He made the motion to move but his arms were overhis head and he felt cloth tied around his wrists....a necktie or two it would seem.

His body was sore but he felt relaxed...but he winced as he moved his hips...oh god..did, did he sleep with someone last night? He felt.warmth to his left and looked over.his eyes widening,

"John.....?"

Rosencrantz | Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead | ota for the lawls

[always_heads]

Freddy Newendyke | Reservoir Dogs | ota

[everynerve_ending]

Tony Stark | MCU

[notasoldier]

Captain Steve Rogers | MCU | OTA for the awkward

[like_a_gerbil]

4

[notasoldier]

The hangover is in full effect as Tony stumbles his way through the unfamiliar apartment. There's something not quite right about the place. Maybe it's the bareness of it, or the simplicity without the modern style he's used to, but whatever it is, it falls to the back of his mind as he seeks out a bathroom.

Considering the fact that he's pretty sure his head is about to fall off his shoulders and roll away - and that might actually be a relief from the heavy pain filling it now - he thinks it's fairly safe to say that he had too much to drink last night. It's not the first time he's woken up in an unfamiliar place and he's pretty sure it's not going to be the last. Considering he's still got clothes on and both kidneys he's going to chalk things up to a success.

He opens the second door on the right and freezes at the sight of Steve sleeping. Was this Steve's apartment? He furrows his brow trying to put the evening before together when he catches sight of himself in the mirror over the dresser. He's looks like shit, but that's to be expected with a hangover at this level. What he doesn't expect is the angry red mark just visible on his shoulder under a peeling piece of gauze. He moves closer to the mirror, turning his arm and pulling off the gauze with a soft hiss.

He expects a bullet wound. A stab wound. Any kind of wound. Instead, he sees a fresh tattoo emblazoned on his shoulder. A shield with a star in the middle of it.

"Huh," he breathes, staring at the tattoo and then at himself. He glances behind him at the man sleeping just a few feet away. Well that was.... embarrassing.

What the hell did he do last night?

Jesse Finch

[rigging]

Bradley Keaton

[brolociraptor]

2/15ish

[gloryisbullshit]

[Good morning, Bradley Keaton. Another fine day for a fine young man! The sounds of the morning include a percolator percolating and the shower running. The bathroom door is open, and the bedroom is all part of of the living room that merges into a kitchenette in this squatty, slightly squalid little studio. Help yourself to the coffee, or you could just wait until your gracious host (Party Poison, who else, you can tell because that's his phone on the ground over there) gets out of the shower. Matter of fact, you might have to wait, considering the handcuffs (police grade, what else) holding your wrist to the radiator. A bed post might have been more practical, but when your mattress is on the floor you do what you can.

[Close your legs too, honey, a real lady is careful in a miniskirt.]

galen howard • original character

[gleans]

13?! can we do this?! we're doing this. idkwhichverse you pick

[onteamdyson]

Whhhhhyyyy is the couch moving-- [Oh. Kenzi blinks, blearily trying to see anything past the sun streaming into her slightly puffy eyes. This is not her living room. Or Galen's living room. Or the living room of whoever was hosting that ridiculously crazy party they were at.

She sits up slowly with a groan, holding her head with both hands. Her hair is sticking up all over the place and she feels like junk and everything is extra loud and-- Oh. Galen's here. It's fine. Just gonna rest her chin next to his headrest and whine a little.]

... What. The hell. Is happening? Where are we going? Who's car even IS this? Oh my god, did I drunken real-life-grand-theft-auto again? [Wouldn't be the first time. Won't be the last.]

shouichi irie • katekyo hitman REBORN!

[binaries]