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The Abrupt Kissing Meme

The Abrupt Kissing Meme

Plain and simple: your character is being kissed. Abruptly. How did this happen? Were they talking too much to the point where it was the only way to shut them up? Was someone bidding adieu or just not able to hold in their feelings? Or was this some CPR class gone bad? More importantly—how do they react?

How this works:
→ Leave a comment with the usual information in the subject line: character name, fandom. Any preferences, including what you don't want, should be included as well. Congratulations, your character is being kissed by whoever tags them!
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→ Feel free to roll RNG (1-9) if you cannot come up with scenarios of your own.
→ Have fun, and be excellent to each other!

1 — Simply put: I like you. (You may or may not know this already.)
2 — I did it to shut you up. (It worked, didn't it?)
3 — I've always been curious... (About what it'd be like to kiss you.)
4 — It was an accident! (I totally tripped!)
5 — Farewell. (I may never see you again and...!)
6 — Taunting. (Bet you didn't see that attack coming didja?)
7 — CPR (You were asleep and you suddenly woke up..?)
8 — No more waiting! (Ain't nobody got time for that.)
9 — Fuck da police. (In other words, the random/whatever option.)

(Shamelessly copied from here.)

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[After what had a couple days or so ago, Sam buried himself in books. Hours and hours and was barely getting any sleep and he was living on coffee. It helped now that they were back at 'home base' and had a routine briefly set in place. They had their own bedrooms, more space and it helped, barely, with the feelings that Sam still had, but felt like it was best for Dean to keep them buried deep down.

Right now though, Dean was in the library part of where they were living, sitting across from him and Sam kept glancing up over at him. After their last case, Sam had said to Dean that he was worried he'd fail, basically and he decided to keep talking about and he cleared his throat to get Dean's attention.]

Hey uh, if.. something does happen to me, after these tests. You're going to go out and live and everything, right? I don't want you just sitting around, drinking yourself to death or anything or to hunt until you fall over dead from it or get yourself killed.

Dude, don't. [Things had been strained enough recently, without adding to it.] I mean it. You promised you wouldn't die and you better keep it.

[Dean was a desperate man. Every night, he prayed for his brother and while he doubted it was being heard, it was all he had. There wasn't any stopping Sam, wasn't any taking this on himself. He didn't know what to do.]

But drinking and hunting are what I'm good at anyway, so not gonna promise I'll be stopping either.

Dean, stop it. I know I said I wouldn't die, but I can't tell the freakin' future. This is something we need to talk about. [He sighed, closing one of the many books in front of him and rubbing at his tired eyes.]

You always want me to promise stuff that really, I have no control over yet you can't promise me something you have complete control over? I seriously feel that I'll die before you, Dean. Maybe not after these tests, maybe not in five or ten years, but eventually. And I mean, how many people really make plans for this stuff? Most of all, hunters. We die, our bodies get burned and that's it. Nothing more. I just.. want you to be prepared to do that someday and not trying to make deals or anything like that to get me back.

Sam. [He huffed and looked away from Sam. He couldn't look at him right now, didn't even want to think about it. He honestly didn't know if he could do it without Sam, but...]

Yeah, alright. I promise. I'll keep going, okay? [He didn't want to... knew every bit of him would want to die right along with Sam, if he did, but when had he ever been able to say no to him?] No deals. But you can't give up that easy, Sam. You gotta keep trying for me, man.

I'm not gonna' give up that easy, but.. there's something I gotta' tell you. [Now was a better time than any, right? They were already somewhat on the topic. Also, after the last couple of days or so, he'd been thinking about telling Dean more and more about what was going on with him.] Just when I tell you, don't flip out or get pissed, alright?

What? [The question came out guarded cautious. Nothing about that sentence made him feel at all at ease with what was going to follow that.] I'm not gonna get pissed, just tell me.

Alright. [He cleared his throat, looking down at the closed book directly in front of him on the table.] Ever since I killed that Hell hound, well.. I felt his weird pain in my arm at first and now, probably once a day I'm.. coughing up blood. I don't know what it is, I don't know if it's part of it.. I don't know if that means no matter what, when these tests are done, I die anyway. We don't know anything about them.

Why didn't you tell me, Sam? What the hell? [Don't flip out? How the hell was he supposed to not flip out? He tried to take in a breath, tried to calm himself back down, but... dammit. He knew it. Knew he shouldn't have let Sam do this shit.]

How do you feel besides that?

Because it doesn't change anything and I didn't want you constantly worrying about me. This, what I'm doing, is bigger than me, is bigger than us.

[He stood up, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He felt too anxious all of a sudden to sit and kept pacing slowly back and forth. At Dean's question, he shrugged.] I don't know, alright I guess. Sometimes I have some pain, but nothing I can't handle.

Well, too late for that. I worry about you anyway, Sam... that's my damn job, no matter how overgrown you get. [He got up too. How could he keep sitting there when God only knows what was wrong with Sam?]

Sam, this is why I wanted to do it. I get it. It's bigger than both of us, but you... You don't deserve this. I don't want to see you die like this, whether it's after these damn trials or later because your body is getting wrecked.

It's not your job, Dean. [Since Dean stood though, Sam moved over to stand in front of him, his arms crossing over his chest.]

Why, so that you could do it and be in the same position I'm in? No. It's better if I do it, alright? You just gotta' trust me about this. And Dean, neither of us deserves it, but it's gotta' be done. [A sigh and he knew Dean wasn't much of a hugger and honestly, after what happened a couple days ago, he wasn't sure it was the best thing, but he needed to hug his brother. So, uncrossing his arms he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Dean, closing his eyes.] Trust me. Please.

Yeah, well, I can't stop it either. You're everything that's important to me, Sam.

[He didn't know how much more clear he could make it. He'd give everything he had for Sam and then some.

And the hug was surprising. After what happened with Sam already, he hadn't expected touching at all, hadn't thought Sam would even want to...

But screw it. He wrapped his arms tight around him, keeping him close. No, he didn't hug usually, but after hearing that news? He kind of didn't want to let go.] You know I trust you, Sammy.

[Sam did want to touch him, that was the thing. He was doing everything, everything for Dean. Yes, Dean was the big brother, but in Sam's mind he felt like it was his turn to protect Dean.

As Dean hugged him back though, Sam started to think about what happened a couple nights ago, how it made him feel inside and what if he did die after all this and he left things how they were? He couldn't do that. So, a little cautiously, Sam pulled back slightly and looked at Dean briefly before leaning in and pressing his lips - this time softly - against Dean's, his hands coming up to cup his face.]

[Dean felt almost frozen when he realized what Sam was about to do and maybe like he should pull back. If he was any kind of brother, he would have. Last time had ended in a huge fight he hadn't cared to repeat...

But he didn't want to.

Even if it had just been a taste, he'd missed it, had been craving it.

He leaned into the kiss, responding to it just as softly as he dropped his hands down to Sam's waist, pulling him in a little closer.]

[Sam made a soft noise into the kiss when he was pulled closer, his thumbs moving slowly back and forth along Dean's cheeks before he dropped his hands and wrapped his arms loosely around his neck.

Probably to other people, this would be wrong and perhaps disgusting, but not to Sam. It felt right and it was something he realized he had been missing for a long time. It was different, obviously kissing Dean than anyone else he'd been with. Sam didn't look at other guys, but Dean was different. His kissing was different than women, better. So much better.

Briefly, he ran the tip of his tongue along Dean's lips before breaking the kiss, but barely pulling back.] I'm sorry, about the other night. That was real crappy on my part. [He whispered.]

[Kissing Sam was different... better than anyone he could think of because it was Sam. It was wrong by anyone's standards, he was sure of it, but it just felt right. It felt damn near perfect actually.

And Sam wanted it.

He'd never been able to tell him no and he really didn't want to in this case, wanted it more than anything.

He let out a sigh when the kiss ended, lips quirking up as he felt some tension ease out of him.] I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, man. I really didn't have any idea...

[He shook his head.] It's alright. Like you said, you had no idea. I was just kind of.. shocked, I guess. That you felt the same and for however long. [He let out a breath before pressing another quick, soft kiss to Dean's lips. From the world, they had a lot of secrets, but Sam knew this was one they definitely had to keep to themselves.]

Yeah, well... [He was just as shocked that Sam felt the same. Either way, he was leaning in for another kiss... seemed like he was allowed to now, with the way Sam wasn't pushing him off.] You sure you wanna do this?

[He had to know, had to be sure of that, because if they started down this road, he didn't know if there'd be any coming back, not for him at least.]

[Dean's question made a smirk quirk his lips up.] What, clean the bathroom? Yeah, totally. [Screwing with Dean? The best thing ever.]

[Dean made a face at that, wrinkling his nose.

And because Sam was apparently in the mood to be a bratty, pain in his ass, little brother? He was totally getting a whack on the shoulder.] Brat. Obviously, I need to kiss you again if your mind is stuck on scrubbing the toilet.

[He chuckled and shook his head.] Don't really know if that'll help. Your breath kinda' smells like a toilet right now. [Now his smirk only grew.]

Excuse me? [Another whack! And a huffier look.] Dude, that's it. See if I let you kiss me again after that.

[Okay, even after that whack, Sam had to laugh a little.] Wow and I thought I was the girlie one between us. [But that look that Dean had, Sam couldn't help think it was hot looking.] Alright though, if you don't want me to kiss you again, I won't. I'll just go back to reading, grumpy.

Shut up! You're totally the girl. [Stupid little brothers. Stupid hot little brothers.

And because he was kind of tired of being the one who kept getting surprised with kisses, he reached out to grab at Sam's shirt and tug him in for another. A little harder and not girly. Brat.] Dude, you've read practically every freaking night, all night. Give it a break.

Dean Winchester | Supernatural | open

5 - I can totally spin this.

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