In My Bed Meme

[teenyoda]

Someone Is Sleeping in My Bed!

It's morning in EST. But maybe not for you -- A little too late to be sleeping but y'know what? That's okay. People nap. Sometimes the bed is oh so cozy and you want to snuggle under a blanket and sleep forever. And you don't care if it's your bed or not. You're going to sleep. Like a boss.

Too bad someone doesn't agree.
Rules
The Poster is the character who is asleep.
The Responder is the one who discovers the sleeper.
Therefore, the Responder must do one of three things

I. Decide you know this person! (Castmate, previous threader, whatever.)
Go to Random and Roll.

a. Wake them up - You don't care how friendly you are to the person in your bed; they need to get up.
b. Happy Awakening - Such a shame they're so deep asleep when you're in the mood. How about a nice wake up call? (if you don't like smut, keep this to cuddles, kisses, hugs, or reroll)
c. Prank! - Oh, this has just go to stop. They need to be punished. But how?
Can't beat 'em, Join them - Push 'em over and snuggle up. You're too tried to deal with this craziness right now. Or sleep on your couch.
d. Let them Sleep - Whatever, it's noon. They're asleep and you got things to do. Regard them or disregard them.


II. Decide you have NO CLUE this person is! (People that haven't threaded with each other before, crossovers, castmates who haven't met.)
Go to Random and Roll.

a. Scream 'OMGWTFBBQ GET UP' - While this is probably the default reaction, it's a pretty honest one.
b. Prank! - What a better way for you to remember this moment of meeting than by painting a mustachio on your new 'friend's' face? (Remember, it's your bed. Be wise on what you do.)
c. Gently wake them up - Oh, the poor dears! They must be exhausted but they can't stay here. Be nice, even if it isn't IC for your character. This is what you get for rolling. Shake them up quietly. Or reroll.
d. Get to Know them NON-Biblically - Well, they're asleep. But they left their wallet, important work, or identification out (no matter how OOC it may be)! Let's see who's REALLY sleeping in your bed. (Use your own judgment on what you find. As a suggestion, have the most they find is the sleeper's name and maybe place of work.)
e. Tie 'em up - FUNCTIONAL tying up. Not kinky, no matter what the other party might think. Let them continue their blissful moment of rest. They'll answer questions later and you'll be safe and sound.


III. Decide - f**k the police. You hear me right. F**k 'em.
You move forward and make your own fate!

Comments

for stiles obvs. SORRY I'M THE WORST AT STARTING

[coy]

[ It's meant to be a surprise. A birthday surprise! She'd managed to clear it with his dad, her visit. She can't help the impish smile that curves her lips as she hops out of the taxi and uses the key Sheriff Stilinski left for her to find (after all he had to go to work and her early Saturday morning arrival didn't give him a chance to let her in).

She climbs the stairs as quietly as she can, leaving her bag and shoes at the bottom. And once she gets to his room, she slips inside his bedroom to find him exactly where she expected to find him, asleep in his bed. Grinning to herself, she moves to pull off her jacket and then her leggings. That leaves her in a shirt of his she stole and her underwear as she climbs into the bed next to him, the bed dipping gently with her added weight. She finds a spot next to him, moving to snuggle close as she buries her face against the back of his neck, smiling against his skin gently, wondering if he'll wake up or keep on sleeping. Honestly, after getting on the red eye, she wouldn't mind just falling asleep next to him until he actually wakes up.]

[teenyoda]

[Stiles slept like the dead. It was a weekend and he'd been up late Friday night studying. If he'd known he'd have a visitor to entertain the next day, he would have gone to bed at a decent time.

But he hadn't, so when the bed dipped and a body pressed in against his, he let out a little murmur of nonsense about shoes and gummy bears without feet, lips smacking before his mouth opened and he went back to breathing heavily. Not quite snoring, but the potential was there.]

[coy]

[ Caroline couldn't stop the soft giggle that falls from her lips when he sleep talks. He's so cute. And yes, she's smittened. It's no surprise that she doesn't wake him up when she got into bed with him, he usually slept like a rock whenever she did get to stay over with him. Snuggling closer, she tucked her chin over his shoulder and wrapped one arm around him, eyes falling shut with a quiet sigh as she settled in next to him.

If he wanted to sleep, she'd let him and she'd sleep right with him but not before she whispered--] Happy birthday, Stiles. I love you. [ Because when he was completely dead to the world is a perfect time to tell him that she loved him the first time and all.]

[teenyoda]

[In his sleep, his hand came up and twined with hers, pulling her arm over him more and being snuggled via spoon maneuver. The semi-grump look on his face at almost waking smoothed out into a smile and he let out a pleased sigh.

And woke up two hours later wondering why he was so warm.]

Dad! Why'd you turn the heat up!

[Said the groggy teen who didn't realize it was body heat making him so warm.]

[coy]

[ Caroline had fallen asleep right with him, spooning him close. He was too cute to resist, honestly, with the snuggling and the hand holding. It was easy to fall right asleep curled up next to him.

So two hours later, she was startled by the sound of his voice as he scolded his dad for turning up the heat, letting out an exhausted sigh and burying her face in the back of his neck.] Hmm... he didn't hurt up the heat, [ she said, her words muffled and groggy as she lingered somewhere between sleep and consciousness. ]

[teenyoda]

[He almost jumped at the feel of something touching his neck, half turning to see blonde hair and barely deciphering the muzzy voice as familiar.]

Caroline?

[coy]

[ Upon hearing her name, her eyes opened a bit more, squinting against the gentle light of the room to look at him.] Mmmyeah. [ Humming softly, she smiled.] Surprise! [ Of course that word is more mumbled than said, her eyes blinking open a bit more.] Happy birthday.

[teenyoda]

When did you get here?

[He's trying to turn around now, arm sliding around her waist as he manages to get so he can face her.]

[coy]

This morning. [ She hums softly, offering him a smile that's both impish and lazy, somehow.] I planned it with your dad. [ Pressing closer, she planted a kiss on the corner of his mouth.]

[teenyoda]

You planned scaring the crap out of me with my dad?

[He turned to try to distractedly kiss her back, hand smoothing up her back.]

He knows you're, ah... here? In bed?

[coy]

I didn't plan on scaring you, but yes, the whole sneaking in to surprise you was a thing. Although I think he thought you'd be awake by the time I arrived. [ And you get three kisses, lazy and sweet.]

[teenyoda]

Consider me surprised.

[He smiled, kissing her back and moving his hand up--]

Hey... isn't this my shirt?

[coy]

[ Grinning against his lips, she nods a little.] So now I'm basically stalker girlfriend status, I guess. Sneaking into your house, wearing your clothes, and climbing into bed with you. [ She lets out an amused little laugh.] Better check my phone for pictures of you sleeping.

Len -->Lucifer

[icejacking]

[It's no surprise that the Criminal had let himself into Lucifer's loft, drank some of his whiskey and eventually passed out in his large, luxurious bed. He's still out cold, snoozing away, draped half-naked in his silk bed sheets. Apparently he got too hot last night because most of his clothes are strewn about the bedroom. It seems one Leonard Snart knew how to make himself right at home. Invited or not.]

[hellicious]

[It wasn't so much the body sprawled in his bed that had him rolling his eyes as much as it was the clothes flung haphazardly around the place. What was it with people thinking his suite was too hot? He kept it relatively cool, and if they wanted hot, well, he had a previous residence that they could go to to experience that.

Grumbling to himself, he picked up the clothes, tossing them onto the couch in the living room (because if someone was going to make themselves half naked and at home in Lucifer's bed, they could get up and get dressed and put on a show while they did it. Honestly), then went over to stand beside the bed, staring down at the man and trying to figure out where he knew him from, or if he even did at all.

It was late, or early, depending on which side of the clock you looked at, and he hadn't found anyone interesting downstairs to drag up here. Sipping his own scotch, he stuffed a hand in his pocket and wondered how much of a survival instinct the man had, if he could feel imminent death looming over him.

Not that Lucifer would kill him. Hah. But he was the Devil, after all. That came with a presence, as it were.]

[icejacking]

[Len wasn't typically a heavy sleeper, but perhaps he hadn't been sleeping well the last few nights to begin with. Add booze into the mix and he doesn't notice the other's presance until he's looming practically on top of him. Though that imminent danger of death certainly creeps in on him quick and causes a chill up his spine and a soft shudder, or the knit of his brows as he is pulled into waking. Luckily for Lucifer the criminal was a little careless and his cold gun is just out of his reach, because when he stirs awake he jumps, reaching for a weapon that isn't there. Cursing softly under his breath he realizes he's boned and caught, red-handed. He'll just sort of scoot back from him a little, keeping his dignity with the sheets around his hips. ]

How long were you standing there creeping on me while I sleep?

[hellicious]

Long enough to have had a bit of fun before you could have done anything about it. Sloppy, isn't it? Breaking in and sleeping in another man's bed... tsk tsk. But if it makes you feel better, go ahead. Reach for your little toy. Won't do you a lick of good.

[Lucifer smiled, not knowing what the gun actually was, but confident that whatever it did, it wouldn't bother him in the slightest. Chloe was nowhere to be seen and he was quite certain this was no angel.]

[icejacking]

[A slight, dubious narrowing of his eyes and tilt of his head.]

Fun? What kind of fun?

[Ignoring the dig at him for breaking in and getting wasted. He had his reasons to be sloppy. The fact he's not supposed to be alive right now being one of them. His mind might be trying to calculate and click away through the fog, wondering if he can get past Lucifer to where his Gun is sitting on top of the dresser.]

[hellicious]

[Lucifer's still standing there, one hand in his pocket, one wrapped around a glass and a rather pleased look on his face.]

Oh, all sorts. Though, I suppose 'fun' depends on what it is both parties find fun, mm?

[icejacking]

[There are a few key phrases playing through his head, little words spoken by the Devil like whispers of suggestions in his ear. He finds his mind wandering where it shouldn't. Just what the other could've done with him or to him while he slept, things he's not exactly uncomfortable with. He just shakes it off and reasons it away. He's mostly nude. Sometimes that's enough to get a body into a more heated line of thinking.

He'll just slip out of bed via the other side of the mattress, silk sheet falling off of him to reveal he's wearing a pair of blue boxer briefs that shape his backside and legs nicely. The rest of him is toned, not athletic but lithe with a few scars here or there. He's just going to pad on over and grab his pants thanks. So far the guy isn't exactly a threat, yet. But he'll keep an eye on his gun, not that he thinks the other could figure out how to use it. Takes more than the press of a trigger.]

For the record, it's not like it took much for me to get in here. You should look into better security if you don't want just anyone in your suite.

[hellicious]

Oh, I don't generally mind visitors. I have quite a parade on most nights. As for security, well, one doesn't generally get on the bad side of demons, and Maze can be quite apt at heading off anything disastrous. As you're here, I'm assuming she thought you more of a way to pass the time than a threat.

[icejacking]

[He's tugging on his pants and fixing himself up but forgoes the shirt for now.]

Demons?

[That definitely gets his attention, brows knitted as he studies the other wondering if he's just plain crazy or if he's serious. He's met humans with powers. People made into gods through different rituals or what have you. Who's to say demons don't actually exist? Rumor has it this guy is the Devil, goes by Lucifer, he'd heard the murmurings down in the club from one of the saucy bar tenders. Some mouthy chick he thought for sure would've followed him up for some fun. Hell it had been her idea, now that the night is coming back to him. A set up then... For this guy?]

Fits your M.O. then I guess. What, is your friend running the bar sending poor drunks up here for you to torture or something? You're the devil right?

[And he's making his way back into the room casually, not sparing a glance to his gun even if that's really what he's after.]

I just thought maybe it was a figure of speech.

[hellicious]

Yes, I am, but no, torturing is Maze's area of expertise. I prefer the baser urges that humans seem to enjoy. Sex, drugs, rock and roll and all that.

[He's watching Lenny like he's an interesting little bug that's manage to make its way onto his windshield. He's half dressed and acting as if he's completely comfortable, but Lucifer's well aware of the lie of casualness. Still, he stands there, sipping again from his drink to show how utterly not interested he is in harming the other, wondering where the night may go. He'd been drunk enough to pass out, after all, so how clear-headed he was had yet to be determined.]

And who, exactly, are you?

[icejacking]

[There it is again, something tingling up his spine at the mere mention of the right words and a pooling of heat. It's gentle, like the trickle of a stream or the light rain against one's skin, prickling in all the right places as his mind tries to distract him with sinful thoughts. He has to fight the urge to shake it off, not wanting to show that the other was having any sort of affect on him. One that was confusing and unexpected. Maybe he is what he claims? Maybe he has some sort of power.

The Thief smirks softly, stopping within reach of his weapon.]

The names Leonard Snart.

[And snatching up his gun, which comes to life with a click-whine, lighting up in blue as he turns it on Lucifer.]

But you can call me Cold.

[Try not to laugh too hard, he seems quite serious.]

Give me one good reason I shouldn't just turn you into an ice sculpture for your little friend downstairs to find?

[hellicious]

Well, Chilly Willy, I suppose you could try, but I don't think it'd do much good.

[He tipped his head to the side to look at the gun.]

Ice, mm? That's a new one. I'm afraid if bullets won't harm me, I don't think your little ray gun will either. Does it make that pew pew sound?