The Abrupt Kissing 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.)

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Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf | OTA

[teenyoda]

1/2/3/8/9

[anticonvulsant]

Stiles does this thing where he plays with his mouth a lot. In class, out of class, he's always chewing on pencils or his hoodie or touching his lips with his fingers.

And Erica? It drives her nuts. She likes his mouth, likes the way it runs on and on, how easily it slides into a grin, especially when he's taking on Derek in a fight of wits and sarcasm.

She's wondered what it felt like. Was it soft? Maybe a little bit chapped, but yeah, probably soft. She found herself staring at it, this time during a study session, and she had her chin leaning on her hand, watching him talk but not really listening. She hated chemistry and not even Stiles could get her interested in what that dbag Harris had to teach. He's in the middle of a particularly vehement rant about alkalines when she decides, fuck it.

Grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, Erica pulls him forehead and plants one on him, darting her tongue out to lick at his bottom lip as she pulls away.

[teenyoda]

Particles were really important, okay? They had to fuse together and rub and do all these things and it was really interesting. Totally.

Which was why the subject flew clear out of his head the second he felt himself jerked forward and had a pair of lips on his. Hey... those were lips. Those were Erica's lips.

Without teeth. That was... kind of awesome.

He was just going to melt across the top of the table, arms sort of barely holding him up as he gave her a stunned look. "Bzuh?"

[anticonvulsant]

Her grin got a little wider as she released him, but she didn't pull back and settle back into her chair. Instead, she opted for settling on the table on her forearms, eyes half lidded. "Always wanted to do that."

[teenyoda]

His mouth was still pursed as though he was kissing an imaginary friend, his eyes slowly opening, the stunned look even more visible then. "Huh?"

Yes, he was so smooth. Like gravel.

[anticonvulsant]

"Kiss you," she said with a grin, finally leaning back into her chair. Her fingers grasp at the pencil she'd set down to grab him, and she twirls and twines it in her hands, looking down at it. She's pleased with herself; that's a step she never thought she'd take, even with her new found confidence.

You don't just kiss a boy you like. The consequences are dire.

"Since 8th grade."

[teenyoda]

"Wh-- Why?" Shut up, Stiles. She's going to think he was complaining. Maybe the 'why' was wondering why she didn't do it sooner. Because he'dve been okay with that.

[anticonvulsant]

Pausing, Erica looks at him, raising an eyebrow. "Well, you're really cute. But you had a crush on Lydia for ever, so what would the point have been?"

[teenyoda]

He actually took a moment to look behind him at the 'you're cute' comment because really? Him? Why had no one else thought this? She had a point with the Lydia thing, though. "Maybe it would have been a good way to snap me out of it?"

[anticonvulsant]

Erica scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Stiles, everyone knew about your ten year plan." Like that explains everything. "You wouldn't even look at me outside of whe we were grouped to work together, let alone when she was in the room. What the hell chance did I have?"

somewhere between 2 and 6!!!

[predators]

[ they're arguing like always, bickering over something an outsider might consider weird, or dumb even. but derek's tired of stiles always insisting he be a part of everything-- especially everything dangerous. how he doesn't understand he's only human is beyond derek, but apparently it's not enough of a scare to make the teen run the other way. if anything, it seems like stiles is all the more ready to join him and the rest of his pack added with scott's gang whenever things get even hairier. and with the alpha pack running around and someone killing virgins, stiles really has no place out on the field...

so he does the last thing he's expecting from himself, and shuts up stiles with a kiss.

later, he might wonder exactly what part of his brain had to short-circuit for that to happen, but right now he's rather pleased with how effectively it works. there's nothing gentle about the kiss either, this isn't about being nice or soft or good, it's about shutting up stiles for once in his goddamn miserable little life and actually keeping him quiet, too.

he hasn't quite figured out how to keep him that way, not yet. but he'll get to it somehow.

for now, he has stiles trapped where he'd pushes him against a tree, hands digging hard into his arms and mouth still over stiles'. he only moves away an inch when he does finally talk, voice a hard growl. ]

Just shut up.

Bring it on.

[teenyoda]

[He totally had a point. He had a valid, legitimate point and Derek couldn't handle it. As usual. Because Derek was a big ol' crybaby. With a buttface.

But those words didn't come in to play when he was actually trying to make his point to the Alpha, hands gesturing as he talked, a habit he had when he was being emphatic and trying to get his point across.

A point that seemed to have been steamrolled over when he felt his back hit the tree, wondering what Derek was going to threaten him with this time. Only words didn't come out of his mouth. No growls or threats of throat ripping or face smashing. Instead, there was a pair of very hard lips on his, the stubble from Derek's face rubbing raw over his own clean shaven (because hair didn't grow there yet) face.

The kiss, if you wanted to call it that, was exactly what Stiles would have expected from a kiss from Derek, if he'd ever been inclined to think about Derek and kissing. Which he totally hadn't. Not even once.

When Derek pulled back, barely, Stiles' breath was caught in his throat, needing a minute for him to be able to focus enough to suck in a quick one.]

Wha--? Why? Because I was making sense and you suck at trying to actually do anything that doesn't require looming over people while looking ominous?

B)

[predators]

[ it's a blissful few seconds with stiles too surprised to talk that derek will cherish for a long time. of course, nothing nice ever lasts, especially not with stiles, and when the teen starts yapping away again, he resists the urge to keep stiles in place with the help of his claws. ]

You never make sense, Stiles.

[ which isn't true, stiles happens to be fairly smart as much as derek hates it sometimes. it's not right for the teen to start throwing logic at him when he'd much rather throw something like that out the window in favor of violence solving all problems. ]

So just shut up.

[ with a further push against the tree, he kisses stiles again then; angrier this time, biting at his mouth more than anything because this is how he kisses when he's angry, when stiles riles him up enough for derek hale of all people to try something and stupid as this. ]

[teenyoda]

I do so!. I ma--

[He was cut off by the extra push, then by Derek's mouth on his again. Jesus, did the guy ever do anything by halves? He felt the sting of teeth on his lips and all he could do was open them, hoping that would somehow appease the werewolf who'd clearly gone and lost his mind.

That might have been a mistake, because really, it was just sort of a natural reaction once his mouth was open and he had lips on his to let his tongue come out. Blame the few girls he'd managed to kiss in his meager lifetime. Maybe it was the tongue that had scared them off and why he'd only kissed a few. He had no idea.

But he certainly wasn't going to play docilely with Derek. He pushed at Derek's arms, a completely ineffective move, but had backed it up by mimicking the werewolf, using teeth on Derek's mouth as he bit back at him, sucking Derek's lower lip into his mouth and biting at it; more of a threat than anything meant to hurt.]

[predators]

[ derek's surprised that stiles actually kisses back, and even more so by the fact that he's not half bad at it, either. it doesn't take a genius to figure out what he's trying to do though, and derek's not about to back down-- this is just like any other argument, only without words. there's a bit of a growl as he kisses for dominance -- nobody threatens the alpha --, licks his way past those lips like he owns them while not budging an inch as if he doesn't feel the push at all.

yeah, he's definitely lost his mind, especially when he starts wondering why he hadn't stopped with the first kiss, why this turning a lot more interesting than any of their previous arguments.

when he does finally break the kiss, he's breathing just a fraction harder. eyes intense as ever, he looks at stiles as if they hadn't just done what they did. ]

That's better.

[ just stay quiet. ]

[teenyoda]

[Stiles is all kinds of frustrated. Frustrated that Derek never listens, frustrated that he keeps finding ways to shut him up, and frustrated at what this kiss was doing to him. Because it wasn't having the effect he'd thought it would.

Derek was kissing him like he owned him, licking and biting at him, that growl moving past his lips and feeling like it was vibrating low in his stomach. That had an interesting effect, one that had him seriously questioning his own sanity.

The kiss broke and Derek was still there, in his space and giving him a look as though he thought he'd won. Stiles was still pinned to the tree, but he'd been the one to make the werewolf react. Maybe he could still win this after all. There's a flicker of hesitation in his resolve when he sees the look in Derek's eyes, but as usual, Stiles just plows on ahead.]

If you say so. I'd give it about a... three. Maybe a three and a half. Out of ten.

[Quiet? What was this quiet you spoke of, Derek?]

9 for things, and then definitely sides of 1 and 6

[excessive]

The point was to watch out for Danny. Yep, Isaac is babysitting again. This time though he's dragged Stiles along with him to the club to keep an idea on Ethan and just what the alpha's plans are for Danny.

It wasn't that hard to stay unseen. Even if Ethan knew he was there, mentioning it to Danny could invite questions and so Isaac just stayed on the peripheral, dancing and talking with Stiles. At least that was the plan until Ethan intentionally veered Danny right towards where they were.

One of two things was going to happen. Odd questions that Isaac wasn't sure what answer he could have or...

He grabs Stiles, one hand curling against the back of his neck as he pulled the other boy in for a hard, demanding kiss. That he might be a bit overly into it is all acting. Just acting. Nothing but acting.

[teenyoda]

Stiles was sipping on his rumless coke, trying to pretend he was here of his own volition and hadn't been dragged out by a pushy werewolf. Except that was exactly what had happened. Jerk.

He'd just put his cup down, turning to ask Isaac how long he'd have to be here when he saw the flash of something that was either frustration, panic, or constipation on Isaac's face. Then suddenly lips. Lips on his. On his mouth. There was a mouth touching his mouth. And... oh man. That was a tongue.

The hand at the back of his neck guaranteed he wouldn't be pulling away any time soon, but maybe for the briefest of seconds in an alternate dimension, Stiles took that moment to enjoy that fleeting sensation.

[excessive]

There is a moment when he is doing everything that Derek has told him not to do. He's forgetting why he's there. For a minute it's just Stiles. The taste of him as his tongue plundered the other boy's mouth. The heat of his mouth and the lean lines of his body, surprisingly buff in ways Isaac hadn't realized, as he pressed closer to him.

He wasn't thinking about Danny in that moment. Not even about Ethan. It was all about Stiles.

His fingers slipped up, cupping the back of his head as he canted his head, deepening the kiss.

[teenyoda]

The mouth that was pushed against his wasn't moving. Well, it was, but not in an away motion. It was moving in a smooshing, licking, teasing motion that had a tongue slipping into his and short circuiting every neuron he had firing at the moment.

Isaac.

Isaac's tongue.

Isaac's tongue was in his mouth.

What the fuck?

Why was he allowing this? Oh, right, because it... uh, wait. Hold on. Give him a second. He has an answer for this.

[excessive]

Right. There was a reason for this. A reason that could damn well be dead while he was making out with Stiles.

Making out with Stilinski.

Right. What the...

He pulled back, breaking the kiss with a soft sound. Wait, sound. Damn. He didn't need that.

[teenyoda]

Stiles actually followed after Isaac for a moment, lips still pursed and his eyes closed before he blinked them open, looking around and wondering if anyone saw that.

Yes, people had seen that, but they were in a gay bar so, uh, par for the course.

He looked over at Isaac, looking like he'd just been hit upside the head with a dinosaur's dick. "Uh... huh?"

[excessive]

Isaac wasn't looking much better, staring at Stilinski as if utterly confused. And he was. By the way he tasted beneath the Coke. The softness of his lips. There was a lot that had him utterly lost and confused.

"Right. Uhmm, I... distraction." In his mind that was a coherent sentence. "Sorry?" But he wasn't and he doesn't sound it either.

[teenyoda]

"Huh?" Stiles was still in 'Isaac had his mouth on mine. Isaac had his tongue in my mouth' mode. Figures the most intense kiss he'd ever had was a joke. Screw his life.

He reached for his glass without really seeing it, almost tipping it over before he got his hand around it, lifting it to his mouth to take a sip.

[excessive]

"Don't," he said, covering Stiles' hand with his. "Don't do that. Not yet," he said, wanting to taste him again. Not the soda but Stiles as he leaned in to try and kiss him again. He wasn't thinking, he just wanted to kiss him.