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Abrupt Kissing

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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[20+ OTA! Castmates (JINUS, her girls, other Saja Boys too), crosscanon, crossmedium, assumed CR, AUs, OCs etc all always welcome!]

[Castmates, crosscanon, crossmedium, assumed CR, AUs, OCs etc all always welcome!]

{ooc; still voicetesting!}

crosscanon is welcome

[No incest but otherwise castmates, crosscanon, crossmedium, assumed CR, AUs, OCs etc all always welcome!]

Edited 2026-04-21 01:43 (UTC)

[open to existing cr, assumed cr and random new encounters too!]

Edited 2026-04-20 23:33 (UTC)

( ota! responses may vary 😅 )

( ota 💘 )

[Lay one on her! Experiences may vary.]

[OTA, and if you want her to kiss your character instead, I'm down.]

[Magic was a wonderous thing, and using it to hide in plain sight as he slipped into the area where Lestat was giving another video interview about some product or another had him staying where he hoped his scent wouldn't give him away. Not until Lestat got up in between takes and seemed to be heading for his dressing room did Rowan make his move.

A slither up behind him, a hand grabbing and turning him to shove him up against the wall, and then his lips were on him, glamour still keeping him unseen.]

[ the seemingly pointless shoots were grating, as were the endless prompts of the director. lestat has to step out between takes in order to keep a semblance of sanity, else he might just strangle the product ceo standing nearby himself. everyone was a critic, particularly when it came to soulless investors greedy to turn a buck on the latest media sensation.

so the vampire is in a remarkably irritable mood as he stalks back to the solace of his dressing room, only to be snatched and shoved against a wall by - seemingly nothing? firm lips press against his, a familiar scent drenching his senses at last - rowan. a sound of recognition, large hands flying up to grasp the shape of the man he'd know intuitively by now. clinging to his waist, claws digging through the man's clothes possessively as he kisses him back, a growl bubbling up in his throat. ]

[He laughed, keeping the glamour on as he licked at the point of one tooth, pricking his tongue and letting blood slip in to lace their kiss.]

I believe you were headed to your dressing room?

[Whispered quietly, but he didn't fight the claws keeping him close, hip sliding in to press against the front of Lestat as he sucked at his lip.]

[ the gift had been an unexpected surprise, and had left him sort of overwhelmed for a few minutes. he'd been teasing lestat about the flowers, knowing the other man would get annoyed about it. when he'd left the book with the pressed flowers in it for him, it had just been.. well. he doesn't know, really. he'd wanted him to have the chance to read more about his kind, and maybe he'd also wanted to flirt a little. it's fun, it riles lestat up, and he likes the way the vampire's expression goes through the five stages of grief every time perpetua does it.

but then lestat leaves him this: the stone is beautiful, of course, the writing familiar now. the flowers are his colors, and they smell beautiful, and they look beautiful, and he has a few slightly hysterical moments to realize that this is the first time he's received flowers from a man in this sort of context. not much reason to receive questionably-romantic gestures when you're a priest, and as papa, well.. it's different, isn't it?

he spends so long admiring the blooms that he almost doesn't really notice the details of the square of silk wrapped around the stone. it's the little bat catching the light that draws his eye, though, and then he realizes it's not just a bat. he rubs his thumb over the V, smiling foolishly to himself in the middle of his office. the handkerchief smells faintly of lestat's cologne, and that's.. --had he embroidered it himself?

he doesn't really know what any of this means, though. it's such an extravagant gift. and for a man who'd looked panicked at the thought of courting perpetua, it's definitely an old-fashioned courtship type of gift.

he has a feeling there's more going through lestat's head about this whole thing than he entirely understands, but even so, he seeks the vampire out in the library a few hours later. he wanders through the shelves, quietly greeting a laybrother engaging in a late-night study session, then leaving him behind for the familiar quiet sound of pages turning. he finds lestat there flipping through one of mercy's restored books, and before the man can do more than glance up and see him, perpetua steps into his space, touching fingers to his cheekbone as he leans in to kiss him.

it's a quick one, little more than a swift, hard press of lips, before he pulls back to blink wide-eyed at him from behind the gleaming metal of his mask. ]

Thank you. For the gift.

[ sure, lestat may have spent actual time hand embroidering a silk handkerchief for the younger man. clearly the little presents perpetua left had made an impression on him, as had the man's unconditional kindness overall. flirting was one thing, and lestat had never considered himself conservative when it came to sex but - there was an underlying loneliness there in the man's little gestures. one that struck him long after interactions, niggled at the vampire in odd ways.

listening to skeletá seemed to provide at least another hint of what lay behind the static and dread. a melancholic acceptance of his circumstance, the distance from his family despite being so close by, was it? lestat wouldn't admit it to his face, but perhaps the man understood the challenges of vampirism beyond the violence required to survive. a pitiful thing to experience whilst still holding onto a mortal life.

the man deserved at least a kindness in return. it's what he's telling himself at least, to justify such an elaborate and personal gift. (the flowers, well. he's going with intuition there. there was no need to tell anyone that the hitch of breath was still lingering in his mind, as was the odd flutter in his chest at seeing the man's departing smile, soft around the edges.

he's lost in his quiet research in the library when cool fingers suddenly touch him gently, a silent alert to the presence that has snuck in close without his awareness. lestat catches a glimpse of the silvered mask before he's being kissed, firm and brief. it still leaves lestat's senses full of rich incense for a dizzying moment, the aroma permeating from perpetua's clothes.

an owlish, confused blink back in response, mouth twitching at the thanks. immediately lestat struggles to wrestle back the scowl blooming on his face - for all his gifting efforts, the kiss taking him aback felt as if that hard victory was immediately forfeit. ]

-Of course. [ his voice is a touch pitchy and he flushes, turning away and clearing his throat. ] It is only polite. A gift in return for your hospitality. It is appreciated, not having to - [ the wave of a hand ] - travel back and forth. Or to interrupt Rain's peace simply to slumber during the day.

You found the gifts adequate?

[ prefs in journal, 26+ year old Claire also available if you'd rather not abruptly kiss a teenager ]

[ It's a typical day at the ED, his last for the week, which means a few of the dayshift are picking up on the "Friday" vibes, preparing for their days off, so close to being done they can basically taste it.

He also has a date tonight, so on top of having the weekend jitters, he just has a bubbling excitement of someone finally being able to go out with a person they actually like, and not having to feel ashamed or embarrassed or like he'll get in trouble. He actually gets to enjoy it. (Maybe for the first time ever.) Even Santos' idle teasing can't bring him down.

By the time he's finishing up rounds, he's practically bouncing, a bundle of nervous energy, his arms crossed, fist tapping against his arm as he shares the history of his patients. He can tell when Elijah enters the hospital, for one thing, both Trinity and Joy glance towards Dana's station and then grin at him, Javadi staring from him to Elijah and back, he tries not to let it mess up what he's saying, even if he can feel his ears going red again.

For his own sanity, he tries not to look over to where he knows Elijah is until rounds finish, walking his way carefully back, not too eager, trying to just seem normal, like everything is fine...that lasts about as long as it takes for Elijah to open his mouth, probably in some form of greeting, or judging by the smirk, a flirt of some kind, but he beats Elijah to it, leaning forward to kiss him instead.

He's pretty sure he can hear Trin making noises, and someone else giggling, he just puts his hand out, flipping his middle finger in the direction of where he remembers Santos being, and continues the kiss. Tame, nothing crazy, gentle, basically a peck. But out in the open, unafraid, it feels like a lot more. He's not going to let anyone ruin it. ]

[Elijah, for his part, was picking up the nuances of the way the hospital ran. What days he could slip in early and drag Dennis into the stairwell, or an empty room for five minutes. He also knew when he had to play nice and stay by the charge station, let back because he sometimes caused a distraction in the waiting room. And the chairs should be for people that needed it.

So he came in and leaned on the desk, telling Dana how lovely she looked and how lucky her husband was. He got a swat for his efforts, but his nose told him that she was pleased to have that harmless, not-going anywhere flirting without any HR needing to poke their nose in. He scented Dennis before he saw him, and there was a nervous sort of energy around him. Ah, anxious. Pleased for the end of the day and their weekend to start.

He watched the brisk strides over to him, opening his mouth to say something absolutely scandalous, but Dennis' mouth beat him to it. He got a kiss instead, and it surprised him enough that it took him a second to react to it. But he did, and he kept it clean and PG, even if his hand came to rest on the small of Dennis' back.]

Dr Whitaker... what a pleasant greeting. Whatever mood you're in, please bottle it and keep it going.

[ By the time he pulls away from the kiss, he's gone fully red, but at least he's smiling, putting his face down, basically shielding it from everyone. ]

Uh...[ The 'sorry' is right there, he only just swallows it down. ] Just saying hi. I still need to get ready.

[ He had hoped to be able to get out a little early, but that was basically a pipe dream here. Getting out on time was practically unheard of. He was just hoping to be a bit more prepared when Elijah walked in, somehow he doubted Elijah cared too much. Especially now. ]

I like your hi.

[No, Elijah did not care a wet fart's worth, more content to see that pinking of those adorable ears as he leaned in and kissed his forehead.]

We'll get ready at home. I'll have a car come pick us up, so if you want to have a bit to drink, you can.

[It wouldn't affect him too much, but he was also pretty adamant about not drinking and driving. He figured too many of those idiots made their way into this hospital, or one like it.]

Going to have to shower separately, otherwise we'll miss our reservation time.

[He heard a laugh from Dana, smirking as he stepped back.]

Got everything you need?

[ have a drive-by kiss from an oddly cheery vampire. no warning, just a flurry of golden hair and the scent of iron mingled with florals - (gardenias?), and a soft but firm press of lips to the water ghoul's. ]