The 'I Just Couldn't Make It To Bed' Meme

[batsu_espada]

You must have been more tired than you realize, because one minute you're lounging around on that fabulous (or maybe it's hideously uncomfortable) couch of yours, and the next thing you know, you're knocked out.

Too bad you're not really alone to catch up on that beauty sleep now.

You just really hope that whoever finds you doesn't decide to make

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buffy summers ;; buffy the vampire slayer

[slayery]

[ She's asleep on a couch.

It could be hers or yours.

UP TO YOU. ]

hi 8>

[allintuitive]

[ His, naturally. Someone was up too late with the slayage again, poor kitten! Just coming down for tea from his own perusal up the stairs and--

Buffy. Have a blanket laid over you. ]

oheyyy

[slayery]

[ Squirm, squirm... Hand to face, eye-rubbing, light groan. ]

Huh? Who -- [ Squint. Nose-wrinkle. ] Giles?

[allintuitive]

[ How very chipmunk of you. He just gives a tiny nod, focused on arranging the blanket. ]

You drifted. Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you.

Spike | BtVS/AtS

[breakmychest]

[Spike is sprawled out in what looks like a pretty uncomfortable position, seeing as one leg's over the top of the couch and his arm is dangling off the end. Still, he's pretty much dead to the world. And by that I mean... he's not breathing. He looks like a corpse.]

[beltbucklerebel]

[ugh..what the hell?

This was not what he wanted to wake up to find. He looks for Spike's shoes (or, if Spike was still wearing them) any other heavy-ish object, which he promptly throws at him. Hard]

Hey. Get up.

[breakmychest]

[Spike wakes up, but he doesn't get up, instead flashing two fingers up at him.]

Make me.

[beltbucklerebel]

Like hell I will. You're in my place.

[tolerating you for Brennan's sake doesn't mean he actually has to like you]

Nicholas D. Wolfwood | Trigun

[misguides]

[Snoring loudly with a blanket over his head.]

[sax_you_up]

[ Stumbled into the wrong room at the local inn, didn't you?

He just. Throws a pillow at him. YOU ARE LOUD SHUT UP. ]

[misguides]

[Apparently, man. What is the world coming to when he can't even remember which room is his?

He snorts, effectively startled, and fumbles with the blanket a little before sitting up. Aaaand chucks the pillow right back at him.]

The hell is your problem?

[sax_you_up]

You're my problem. What are you doing in here?

Wichita | ZOMBIELAND

[zombiefree]

dean winchester ;; supernatural ;; shipping/romance females only // gen, all welcome

[thesoldier]

[ He's either drunk and passed out or crashing here because he sure... Has been hunting and isn't crappy-motel-ing it up. ]

[tamarangqueen]

[Cara rolls her tongue in her mouth, displeased to find a drunk on her bedroll. She places on a hand on her hip, debating the best ways to rid herself of this problem. She purses her lips as she makes up her mind. With one swift motion, she's pulling it from under him.]

[thesoldier]

[ He finds himself flipping and rolling over onto the hard ground and yells out loud, flailing. ] Augh! [ THE FUCK ? ] Aw, man -- what the Hell, lady?

[tamarangqueen]

[Judging the fuck out of you rn Dean.] Do you often find yourself stealing other people's beds?