bakerstreet | abrupt kiss 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!
→ 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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[ The first time she sees him, the familiar features of his face evoke memories of a man she hasn't seen in some time. It's not him, of course; she can discern the differences from simply observing his appearance and analyzing the way he speaks, the manner in which he carries himself. She should let the startling coincidence go, releasing the nostalgic sentiments it brings with it, but Rose Tyler has never been very good at keeping herself out of trouble.

As a shop girl, she thinks she would have laughed absurd amounts at the notion of vampires — but after her travels, fanged creatures roaming the streets and infiltrating the latest nightclubs seems a bit less comical. It's by chance and Rose's own investigative tendencies that have never dissipated that lead them to crossing paths again, and the continued pattern of colliding progresses from that point.

It's too dangerous for her to wander off on her own mission, that much she's aware of, but she plans to do so, anyway. A few words here and a few words there and she somehow has Peter Vincent tagging along beside her. The streets are as eerie as she'd expect at this time of night — desolate for the most part as stragglers stumble into their flats. She doesn't even have a plan, really, but her prime objective is to avoid being noticed by the vampire and his cronies she's chosen to follow for the evening.

It's a goal that's becoming increasingly more difficult to obtain when they're only drawing attention. She vaguely registers that Peter is in the midst of a sentence as the footsteps approach from behind them, and it's quick thinking that leads her to prodding him into the nearest brick wall and shoving her mouth up against his.

No sane individual generally wants to approach a couple cozied up to each other in the alleyway, after all. She withdraws as the footsteps began to fade, not yet completely out of earshot, and lingers close in the chance they'll only circle back around. When she speaks, she keeps her voice relatively soft, eyebrows arched. ]

D'you usually talk this much, then?

[ In retrospect, he's not exactly sure how he ended up stalking vampires through the filthy Vegas streets with this little blonde slip of a woman he hardly knows. It might have something to do with just how nice the curve of her ass looks in those jeans, or the way her teeth have her lower lip caught between them more often than not. It could be the unfamiliar look in her eyes he sometimes catches from the corner of his gaze, something tinged with longing, lost days that can't be recovered, loneliness lingering there.

Or, it could be that Peter Vincent has had one bottle of midori too many and he's lost his damned mind.

Either way, he's sweeping around in a long leather trenchcoat with a crossbow in hand, about as far from inconspicuous as a person can manage, rambling on through the buzz still ringing in his ears from that last drink, something about the impressive amount of showgirls he's fucked, and how he really hopes Rose isn't some nut job stalker fan leading him off to his ill timed murder when she's suddenly pushing him against the wall and kissing the daylights out of him. Peter finds that as soon as it's over he immediately wants a repeat performance, blinking down at her in confusion, brow furrowed. Handily, he wraps his arms around her hips, awkward with that clunky crossbow, tugging her forward and ignoring the quip about his longwindedness. ]

Now, now, love. Don't start something like that unless you intend to see it through.

[ It's not precisely the response she's expecting, though she should be prepared for the comment. It's only fitting for a man of Peter Vincent's demeanor, but it doesn't stave off the brief flicker of surprise on her features. Her mum would be scandalized and readying herself to pummel him into the ground if she were to ever stumble across such a sight, but never let it be said that Rose Tyler hadn't inherited that same fire.

Unlike her mother, however, she isn't feeling particularly affronted about the turn of events. For a moment, she has to battle the urge to laugh at the absurdity of it, chasing after vampires in an alleyway with a crossbow almost jabbing her in the bum, as well as the situation she's found herself in. Instead, she appears to be an odd mixture of both exasperated and amused — an expression only a woman like Rose could manage, edge of her lips twitching as she huffs out an incredulous breath. ]

Me? Not starting anything.

[ That might sound more innocuous if not for her previous actions, coupled with the fact it's punctuated with a sound that's nearly a chuckle. She tilts her head to indicate the small group still lurking in the vicinity, nose scrunched into an expression that could be called mocking, albeit it's more playful than malicious. ]

'Sides, I'm using you. [ As a cover for the both of them, at least, even if none of that really helps to conceal that crossbow. ] Or I could be murderin' you. Who knows.

[ Don't think for a moment she missed that nut job stalker comment. ]

abrupt kiss meme

i'm super excited to see anyone play peter, you don't even know. if this doesn't work, lmk! anddd 2

this is 10000% okay also perfect!

good, good. ♥