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[that_cost]

Okay, so I couldn't find a gif I liked for this meme, so I'm just gonna type this out.

This is a Morning After Meme. Yes, you heard me. A Morning After Meme.

But there are options (since I tend to play charlie f/m for romantic ships). It could be the morning after our characters had sex.

OR! For the plutonic ships, it could be the morning after a really wild party somewhere. Hangovers, anyone?

Set the scene, ping me for a starter. Either way, let's get cute. Or probably gross if it's a hangover.

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[southernreaper]

Kevin sleeps alone. He'd once thought that he'd be relegated to that life forever. But he sleeps alone with only Mimsy as a companion, because, well, she's immune to him and if his powers slip in the middle of the night, no one is going to get hurt.

So waking up with someone pressed along his front? Unusual.

Then it all comes back. The argument in the kitchen. The food fight. The cleaning up. The making out, and then....

He cracks open an eye to make sure he's not dreaming. But there, settled next to him is Charlie. Instead of saying anything, he pulls her back against him and nuzzles into her neck. It's about damned time they did this.

[that_cost]

It hadn't even been a serious argument. Not if Charlie was able to throw a handful of cold macaroni noodles at Kevin. Honestly, she didn't even remember what the argument was about. Just that one handful of macaroni noodles resulted in cheese sauce being thrown at her and then licked off her neck and then...

well...

She could easily thank Kevin for the full nights sleep she'd gotten. She feels him shift in the bed beside her, arms pulling her close and there's a soft sigh at the feeling of him nuzzling her neck.

"Careful...", she teases, grinning softly. "Isn't that what got us into bed in the first place?"

[southernreaper]

Kevin snorts against the soft skin of her neck. It blows her hair around but he doesn't care. He's not going to let her go, now that he has her here.

It occurs to him that someone in the mansion is about to be very rich, but can't find it in him to care.

"You liked that we found the bed." He purrs into her neck.

[that_cost]

"I am." Charlie laughs some, stretching her legs out and then going back into a small but very relaxed ball.

"That being said, I didn't mind the counter. Or the wall in the hallway. Or even almost the floor."

It had been like opening floodgates once things got started. They just didn't have it in them to stop.

[southernreaper]

Kevin loves being able to touch again. He'd been an angry teenager, lashing out at everyone and everything that dared come close enough to be touched. But then there was Charlie and Sooraya. Neither girl had put up with his pushing them away and had rallied around him when things had been the bleakest.

Sooraya was his best friend/sister. He can't imagine a life where she's not a huge part of it. But this part, the best part? That's completely for Charlie alone.

"We could always try the shower, later." He points out, kissing her neck. Eventually, one of them is going to have to get up and walk Mimsy. But for now, he's content, holding her naked body against his.

[keepthecamerasnolan]

Everything is way too bright.

Nolan tries to open his eyes first thing but the minute they open even a crack it's like somebody is stabbing him in them, and squeezing his head like a melon at the same time. He groans and whines and rolls over, arms moving to cover his head to try to block it out...right up until he rolls off the couch and onto the floor with a grunt of protest.

"Ow."

[hardesttofind]

Before Charlie, Damian had always slept alone. Some bed stolen somewhere, a makeshift den where he could find one, he didn't care and always made do somehow. He was a survivor, it was what he was good at.

Since Charlie, however, he typically had not only his own bed, but sometimes he wasn't alone. Last night was one of those, inspired by some nightmare or other clinging and lingering uneasiness, and now he rolls over to find her snuggled in next to him, half draped over him, and for a moment there's an encroaching sense of panic at being pinned before he gets it under control.

So instead he clears his throat and resists the urge to elbow her in the side. It's...nice, if he really wanted to admit it to himself.

[that_cost]

Charlie isn't quite as hung over as Nolan, but she is most definitely not a fan of the sun and everything it has to offer. It has everything to do with being a Phoenix that hasn't died yet. She's still human enough where getting drunk as fuck is still possible, but Phoenix enough where it takes a while longer.

When she hears Nolan fall from her spot already on the floor, she let a out a zombie groan in protest.

"You, sir, fall very loudly."

In her own odd way, that's her asking if he's okay.

[that_cost]

Charlie doesn't hear Damian clearing his throat. At most, she feels the faint buzz in his chest, but doesn't really wake up to it. He's to comfortable and this is the safest she's felt in a good, long while. So she shifts against his chest, sighing softly.


N o p e. Not waking up. Sorry. Deal with it, Damien. Charlie's happy.

[rockysmash]

It started with the pasta, and ended with them in Vegas, having dinner at the Mirage, then seeing a show at the Bellagio.

Where it really started, however, was when one of them decided that going back to Charlie's hotel room was a great idea. An even better idea? Playing games on her laptop, getting into a playful fight, one upping each other in a friendly 'I hate you, I hate you more' debate...

...and when he woke up, he was still half sprawled across her in bed, face pressed against her shoulder.

Moving was probably the best idea. Get up, talk about this--at least buy her breakfast.

Only she smelled good, he was comfortable...and he was a rotten morning person.

So, with a shrug, Rocky burrowed back in and went back to sleep.

[that_cost]

This is one of those things where "What Happens In Vegas, Stays In Vegas" doesn't actually apply. Not that she's going to run around and scream about it. But truthfully, this sort of felt like this was where things had been headed since Rock stayed in Seattle while Nolan recovered.

To a moment where a playful "no, you" contest ended up with clothes on the floor, bodies tangled together as they lost themselves repeatedly.

She sighs as he snuggles in, blue eyes opening slowly as she arches her back into him. Now that she knows what his skin feels like against hers, she'd like more of it, just like this. There's a yawn and her stretching as she eases herself onto her side to face Rock, more asleep than awake and looking pretty damn content.

[rockysmash]

The moment she shifts, there's immediately a lupine growl of annoyance as Rocky surges forward and presses her on her back again, burying his face against her neck.

"Nnnnnnnngh." he grumbles, nuzzling and snuffling. "Was comf'rble. Mean."

[that_cost]

Charlie smiles sleepily, a soft chuckle escaping her lips before she kisses Rock on the top of his head, her fingers running through his hair gently.


"Sorry. I had to stretch. I'll try to keep that to a minimum."

Honestly, she's just happy to be in a comfortable bed with someone she highly enjoys being around.

[rockysmash]

"Nnnnnn." Rocky agreed, burrowing deeper against her. He stayed that way for a few minutes before he lifted his head just enough to be able to peek at her with one eye and a small, shy smile.

"This is okay, right?" he asked quietly, half muffled with his face mostly buried against her neck as he strained to be able to see her face. "It kinda just happened, but...I mean...this is super okay with me."

[that_cost]

She's happy with him resting on top of her, enjoying the feeling of his face pressed against her neck. Charlie keeps her breathing even, eyes drifting somewhat closed as she relaxes into how safe this feels and how this feels very much so like this is where she's meant to be.

When he sits up some, she's careful to turn to look at him, listening to what he says and grinning.

"I'm super okay with this, too, Rock." Whatever this was. From her end, this wasn't just sex. She's had that manner of relationship before. This felt like...more. Somehow.

"This is very okay." And because she's good at making herself really paranoid and overthinking dumb shit; "You're really okay with this?"