The Abrupt Kiss Meme!

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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!
→ Tag around.
→ 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.)

Comments

Re: Angeal Hewley | Final Fantasy VII

[bustered]

[Yup, sure is nothing like sitting in camp with your mentor, downtime on a mission and rainy weather besides. Just a single tent, traveling light, two SOLDIERs roughing it and this is as much training as it is mission. Boots off to the side to hope they dry and shirts and leather belts spread out to hope for much the same, pants clinging to legs and maybe body heat will help evaporate some of the water there. Zack knows all of this, he does, and it's not weird at all except for that maybe it is, he's really not quite sure anymore. No, he's not too sure at all and that's probably due in large part to having leaned in to kiss the other man, just a spur-of-the-moment impulse because his brain hadn't caught it fast enough to stop him.

His brain's caught up now though -- caught up and full into oh gods Fair why did you do that mode.]

Re: Angeal Hewley | Final Fantasy VII

[mentors]

[Zack's mentor has also frozen slightly at the suddeness of his student's kiss, not expecting it at all even with the gesture of him pulling the other close to him, allowing him to leech body heat when he had noticed Zack still shivering from their adventures in the rain. For what seems like a long moment he doesn't know what to say, and briefly wonders if the gesture had seemed like an invitaion for such an advance, and with a flit of something unhappy that he buries before it reaches his face, hopes that Zack had not felt pressed into it because Angeal was his superior.]

I thought I told you to stay still and warm up? [He finally responds, half a tease in his tone and the other part playfully scolding, that arm around Zack's shoulders coming up to sink into his student's dark hair, to tuck his head underneath Angeal's chin as he mussed wet spiky locks out of place, then back into it. It is acceptance and discouragment both, accepting the gesture but letting it be, moving on gently to give Angeal some time to figure out if they were going to need to have a talk about boundries or how he was going to gently let his student down.]

[bustered]

'm sorry.

[It's murmured against the skin of Angeal's throat and Zack's glad for the opportunity to hide. He really needs to start thinking about his actions before his body just jumps into it, all enthusiasm and no care for the consequences. He supposes he's lucky that Angeal's-- well, that he's Angeal. It doesn't quite extinguish the sting of what he knows is rejection, but he can't be selfishly thinking about that right now. No, he's better off just-- just trying to imitate Sephiroth, trying to wipe his face into a completely neutral, emotionless slate and trying to ignore how nice it feels to lean against the other man, how good to have those fingers playing through his hair.

It's for the best, after all.]

[mentors]

No.

[It's a simple word, given to his student as his fingers continue to comb though his hair, trying to get some of the wetness out of it so that he doesn't end up catching a cold. Angeal is just as soaked, but he is responsible for Zack- another one of the reasons, he knows, that he also has to be the the one to act like it as well.]

Don't be. [He isn't mad at Zack, that much he makes as clear to him as he can.] If you don't go for what you want, what is the point in having goals in the first place?

[But he can't. Angeal can't. Dreams and honor are something he talks about so much, and as always, they apply to himself as much as he puts it to the test of others.]

[bustered]

[Angeal's trying to be encouraging, he knows this, but what Zack hears is that it's not worth having certain dreams anyway, that it's not worth it for him to want certain things. He'll selfishly let himself enjoy another minute of this almost embrace -- it's all he'll ever have -- before pulling away. His own hand comes up to brush through his tangled hair, a motion he uses to gain distance while covering up the retreat by looking like he's just trying to avoid elbowing his mentor in the face.]

's late anyway. [It is late, and it'd been a long day (made to feel longer by setting camp in the rain), and Zack's trying to play up the tired angle so he can just curl into his bedroll and try to forget the whole thing.]

[mentors]

[There is not, unfortnatly, a way for Angeal to make it any easier on Zack than he already has. Explaining why he isn't intrested-Why he won't- Is simply repeating what Zack already knows.]

Sleep then; We will finish crossing through the forest in the morning. [He reaches over to grab the rolled up sleeping bag closest to him to pass off, thinking it was Zack's instead of his, with how similarly worn the two were (Angeal's from years of use, Zack's from how hard his puppy like student works and plays in half the time.)]

[And teasingly, as he rolls out the other one for himself:]

Bright and early this time Fair- Else we will have Nibel bears after our food.

[bustered]

I know.

[He takes the sleeping bag without looking at it, without looking at Angeal and retreats to the other side of the small tent to roll it out. It isn't until he's stripped off his wet pants and crawled into it that he realizes it's Angeal's sleeping bag, faint traces of the scent of the other man still clinging to the material. It's like leather and metal and (very faintly) the cologne the other man sometimes wore, and the unique scent that's just Angeal, and it makes Zack squeeze his eyes shut, curl his hands into fists, and silently berate himself again. He's glad his back is to the other man, and forces himself to swallow down what suspiciously feels like a lump at the back of his throat.

Morning can't come soon enough.]