The Morning After Meme

[somepartsbroken]

the morning after meme
1. Post your characters!
2. Respond to others!
3. Your characters wake up together.
4. What happened? Memories can be intact or they can piece together the mystery.

Stolen from lastvoyages

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Erik Lehnsherr

[prefers_magneto]

[Be careful; if you're not Raven, he's snarly.]

Devi D

[artistwithasickness]

Zachariah Lamont

[arctic_chill]

[ he sleeps in his clothes. And he might freeze you...]

Dorian Carver

[somepartsbroken]

[ He sleeps in just his boxers, usually lays on his stomach. He's not a morning guy, approach with caution.]

Caius Vitale

[solus_unus]

Natasha Romanoff

[iwasrussian]

[Caution: You might wake up with something pointy in your face.]

bucky barnes/the winter soldier

[shapedthecentury]

Matthew

[dirtyandtrue]

[Mm, dead guys.]

[dirtyandtrue]

If there was one thing that Matthew wasn't used to, it was waking up next to someone. Going asleep next to them was fine, but not many people fancied sleeping next to what was, essentially, a corpse. As he roused, the heat from the body that (was? is?) next to him was quickly noticed. His sheets tended to run cooler when he woke up. With blurry vision, Matt half opened his eyes and looked next to him.

[iwasrussian]

One thing Natasha was usually spot on with was knowing her surroundings and knowing them well. Situations where she found herself not remembering much of the night before had reasons; ones that neither sat well with the spy, or were dismissed in favor of a good time. No excuse.

The chill under the sheet caused her to rouse with a little shiver, and her brow creased even though her eyes remained shut. There was indeed someone beside her, that she knew. But, more, why was the night before so unclear? Had she been drugged?

In less time than it took to blink after the thought Natasha's eyes flashed wide open and she was straddled over top of him with something sharp aimed at his throat and an intolerant expression that was waiting for an explanation.

Selene

[nott_caine]

Reinette

[madame_de_pompadour]

[thegreenwitch]

She rolled to her side slowly, her head still aching from the night before. Tara normally didn't drink at all, but that one glass of alien looking wine seemed so harmless. Little did she know that it would affect her worse than anything hard on Earth.

Glancing at her bed companion, Tara started, turning back rapidly at the slow realization of where she was.

"What happened?"

Tara

[thegreenwitch]

Because she's a spunky brunette!

[thekittenqueen]

Margaery rolled to her side, giving a small smile at her bed mate. The events of the night before still in her mind, though the effects of the wine had added a small haze to the evening.

"Awake?" She asked softly, leaning over him.

Margaery

[thekittenqueen]

[solus_unus]

He probably shouldn't have drank as much as he did. One thing the regeneration failed to cure was the void often left behind after a heavy night of drinking, which was exactly what had happened if the throbbing pain in his head was any indication.

Barely conscious, Caius began the grueling task of piecing things together when he realised he wasn't in the bed by himself. Slowly, his eyes blinked open and it was then he noticed the long hair spread across a naked back.

The immortal eased a little higher up and scratched his head, giving a sigh in consideration of whether to wake her.

[dirtyandtrue]

Needless to say, this wasn't the first time Matthew found a knife at his throat and an unknown woman in his bed. It was still shocking as hell though, and Matthew was smart enough to not move. For all her aggression, the Brujah was strangely nonchalant, dark inset eyes blinking fully open at her.

Natasha. Yes, that was her name. His lips tilted up in a smirk.

"Well well," he roughly lilts out, keeping his hands splayed up on the pillow and out over the bed. "Who knew you were the cuddling type, hmm?"

[dirtyandtrue]

Matthew wasn't ashamed to say that he didn't remember exactly how he'd gotten into her bed, but what happened in them was no mystery. Cracking one sleepy brown eye open, he smiled gently at her.

"No, I can't be with such an angel hanging over my bed." Even first thing in the morning, he could be charming.

Devon Darconin

[the4united]

Mary Shannon

[ishouldcarewhyexactly]

(Dare you wake her up?)

early days or post tws - your call!

[iwasrussian]

[ Getting injured was one thing. Getting injured and losing consciousness due to blood loss in an unknown location was another infuriating thing altogether. Not to mention intolerable. By them and mostly by her.

But, they had her tracked. They'd find her soon.

It was early morning when she finally came to again. Fingers moved involuntarily, then eyes beneath her lids roamed back and forth. A short few moments later, she took a quiet breath in before opening her eyes. Instantly her brow furrowed when she tried to move and felt the searing white hot pain. She wasn't where she was last, and this wasn't a place she was familiar with..

Without giving herself much more time to gather her strength, Natasha was rolled up and forward to sit up. ]

[nott_caine]

She stared out at the sunrise, giving a small smile as she felt the companion beside her stir. Shifting over, Selene rolled to her side, offering him a bit more room, even if the bed was larger than what they had in Gebo or the Wyld.

"You're awake," she said, giving him the once over. One never knew how the morning would be responded to.

[iwasrussian]

Okay. So traces of the night before started rolling back when she saw his face, but that did little to answer the question of why she couldn't remember getting into bed with him. Flirting and not so innocent kissing, yes. But, not allowing herself to be so far gone off whatever they were drinking to the point of blacking out?

No way.

"I tend to surprise people. Want to tell me what you slipped in my drink?" she said, voice still thick with sleep.

[the4united]

Devon grumbled and rolled over so he could bury his face into his pillow. He had nothing against mornings, but at the moment he just didn't want to move or even consider getting out of bed. It wasn't very often that he got to feel comfortable and safe.

"Do I have to be awake?"