Hello, everyone. I’m
crazycatt71 and they put me in charge for the week. Woo Hoo!
Today's theme is "The morning after"
Waking up after a weekend binge. That awkward moment when you wake up next to someone and can't remember their name. Any situation that carries over to the next morning.
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(Author's choice of heroes, but all my love if one of them was Natasha. Or Sam Wilson. Or Thor. Okay, anyone. Hell, go nuts.)
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Rhodey wakes up with a pounding headache and a mouth that tastes like sand. His eyes don’t really want to open, so he reaches groggily for the warm body at his side, groping around until he can find that soft sensitive patch of skin just below the ribs to poke at.
The grumbling noise he gets for his troubles is familiar, because of course that’s Tony plastered against him, too warm and too naked. Rhodey’s not in his twenties anymore, hasn’t been for a while now, so the only times he ends up with a hangover like this morning’s always involve Tony’s terrible influence ( ... )
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