the morning after

[dirtysock]

the morning after meme

 

Your character has just had a night filled with wild, crazy, drunken partying. Inhibition was lost, and good times were had for all; it's really too bad they can't remember any of it. They find themselves waking in a very unmade bed, feeling peaceful and oddly refreshed. There's one problem, however--who is that next to them?

❧ Post with your character in bed; asleep, awake, fully clothed, in the buff, it ain't no thing.
❧ Other characters will respond as your character's bedmate.
❧ The two discover each other, and shenanigans ensue.
❧ ?????
❧ PROFIT!

 

 

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[hobblepot]

The laughter stings, and a flush crawls up his neck. He's had his entire childhood to get used to mockery, to all those slights real and perceived. To being the punchline of some joke. But he never did, and he never will, and he hates this man already.

He hates how tender Bruce is being with him, as if they've done this before and he's sorry every time for the way Oswald flinches. Or like the love Oswald has been chasing for so long is something he has finally found, not with Ed, at home, but here. But the worst, worse than feeling himself lock up, is how badly some part of him wants to let go and lean into his hand. How badly it wants to know this world of touch so far removed from blood and bruising, and not to be punished for it.

But that's how they get you, a voice warns him in the back of his mind. It's how Sofia got him. A little taste of kindness, offered convincingly enough, is all it takes to ruin him.

"...Repeat it?!" Blood roars in his temples and reality swims for a minute. He breathes and breathes but all the air in the room isn't enough. "Don't touch me--!" He snaps, finally swatting Bruce's arm.