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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!
→ 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.)

(Shamelessly copied from here.)

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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.

[He was about to say something back at being called the girl..

Holy-- he was both shocked and completely aroused at how Dean grabbed his shirt and pulled him in for another kiss. The kiss was harder and caused Sam to groan. So, he just nodded at his brother's words before going in for another kiss, returning the hard kiss he had just gotten while tightly gripping the back of his brother's neck and pressing himself more against him.]

[There, that was better. He was going to keep that trick up his sleeve for the next time Sam got annoying.

And there would be a next time, and a time after that and on and on because no matter what, Sam wasn't dying on him again. He didn't care what he had to do.

Not that he was letting himself linger on those thoughts too long. Not when he had Sam pressed up against him, kissing him like that. Dean's own body swayed into his brother's as his arms slipped right back around him. He nipped at his lower lip when he pulled back, giving it a little tug.]

[Another groan came from Sam when his lip was tugged on, his tongue flicking out to run over his own bottom lip before he was kissing Dean again. It was quickly becoming an addiction and Dean knew better than anyone how Sam was when it came to being addicted. I.E. demon blood, but at least Dean was a healthy addiction.

He moved both hands to tightly grip his brother's hips and turned him, pressing him back against the table as he pushed his own hips forward against Dean's, wanting that sensation and friction from the other night.]

[Well, some might not say this was the healthiest addiction, but it was one Dean could get behind thoroughly.

Dean's arms came around Sam's shoulders when he was pressed back against the table, letting him guide him anywhere. God, this felt amazing to have finally. His hips pushed forward against Sam's, moaning lowly.] Sammy...

[He pulled away from the kiss to move his mouth over Sam's jaw and neck. Kissing and nipping down his jawline and neck. Couldn't get enough of touching Sam. He didn't want to ever stop]

[He loved the way Dean sounded and just something that was verbal sent a shudder from his head to his feet, which only happened again when he felt his brother's lips and teeth on his skin. The way it felt was almost overwhelming in the best of ways and had him moaning out his brother's name.] Dean..

[He knew what he wanted with his brother without a doubt now and knowing exactly what he wanted helped. He pulled away though, panting and felt the straining in his jeans and it was getting extremely unbearable. He leered at Dean though, licking his lips.] Meet me in my room in ten, alright?

[Dean was almost tempted to tug Sam right back down against him. He was so turned on right now, all he could think about was getting hands on his brother, drawing out more of those noises.

But the offer of a bed sounded so much easier.] Yeah... alright. I'll be right there, Sammy.

[Maybe he should have thought about this before making such an easy agreement, but Dean was glutton for pleasure and enjoying it with Sam? It ws too good of an opportunity to pass up.]

[Sam smirked at him and pressed one more quick kiss to his lips before rushing off to his bedroom. Suddenly, he felt like a woman was coming over and he was getting prepared to sleep with her. But no, it was Dean, but that didn't make Sam any less awkward. In most situations with women, Sam was awkward and it was obvious to him, this new thing they were trying that it wouldn't be any different with Dean. Not right away anyway. So, he brushed his teeth, put deodorant on before stripping down to nothing and getting beneath the sheets. He tried to pose all sexy, but figured he probably looked like an idiot so he just tried to move around the bed to be comfortable and not look stupid.]

[Dean was a pro at this stuff... he hooked up all the time. It felt so damn different when it was Sam though. Sam meant something more than one night stands, he was someone he was going to have to see again and again.

This was going to change everything.

Dean went to his own room to clean up a bit, strip down to his boxers since there wasn't any use pretending this wasn't gonna happen, and get up the nerve to cross over to Sam's. It wasn't the sex he was worried about--Dean had confidence in that area. Just everything else. But he wanted it... God, he wanted it.

Pushing his nerves aside, he headed to Sam's room and grinned a little bit at the sight of him, looking him over appreciatively..] Hey, Sammy.

[He moved slowly over to the bed and went to slip in on the other side. He gave a teasing grin.] Miss me?

[Sam had been looking around his bedroom, trying to occupy himself and to forget about the nerves he felt. He'd never been with a guy before. He knew the gist of what happened, but how did anyone ever figure out who was on top and who was on bottom. It was different with women because it was obvious with a woman who was 'taking' it, but with a guy? Sam was lost. Did he ask? Did he suggest? Dean was the more dominant one of the brothers, but Sam had his moments.

He was thinking too much about it.

Thankfully, he heard Dean's voice and looked over, his eyes widening at seeing his brother in just boxers. Even though he was naked beneath the sheets. He had seen him in them before, but this was so very different because his eyes briefly were focused on a certain area. Jeez.]

Hey and yeah, I did. [He swallowed down a lump in his throat before remembering, lube. Two dudes needed lube, so he reached over into his nightstand and took out a bottle settling it down on top. Don't ask why he has it. He looked back at Dean though once he was in the bed with him and all he could think about was touching him, kissing him, so he shifted and kissed his brother's shoulder while cautiously, nervously moving a hand beneath the sheets until he got to Dean's groin, rubbing him through his boxers.]

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