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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.)

(Shamelessly copied from here.)

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Only because you came over to me. What's the big deal? It was just cuddling.

[It was girly!

But Dean just huffed quietly and settled back in against Sam.] Shut up, Sam. You're just a good pillow, that's all.

[His jaw tensed as he laid back and looked up at the ceiling again.] That's all, huh?

[He shrugged as he slid an arm around Sam's waist again, trying to get comfortable. Ugh, come on, Sam, don't make him say anything sappy or stupid.]

[It's Sam, though. He sometimes thrives on sap, so that shrug from his brother didn't make him feel much better. He pushed Dean's arm off of him and sat up, grabbing his boxers off the floor where he had put them before Dean came in. He slid them on and stood, grabbing his t-shirt and sliding that on next.]

I got books to look through, don't have time for sleep. Do whatever you want, cuddle or rest with a real pillow, dude.

Sam, come on...

[Shit. Dean was just going to stop talking during this kind of stuff.] C'mon, I didn't mean it like that.

[He pushed himself up onto his knees on the bed and reached out to grab at the back of Sam's shirt, tugging it a little.] You really need me to say it, man?

[Sam spun around at the tugging and glared at his brother.] No, I really don't need you to say it, Dean. I don't want you saying anything that'll only come out bull crap. So, save the arguing, save anything you have to say and keep it to yourself. You're good at that. Now I got actual stuff to do, can't really close the gates to Hell laying in bed with you.

[His jaw tensed again before he turned and headed out of his bedroom.]

Dammit, Sam! [Fuck, fuck, fuck. He got up off the bed and grabbed his boxers to slip on before following. He was sticky and sore in places he wasn't used to, but that could be dealt with later.]

Would you stop getting pissed at me? [He huffed, jaw tightening.] I'm not good at this crap, alright? But-- maybe, just maybe, I wanted to be next to you because I like it, alright? I like touching you, I like knowing you're next to me and safe, for fuck's sake! And no, you can't close'em like that... but considering we don't know how the hell this is going to end, I thought maybe you could take the night off and stay with me instead of burying your head in a goddamn book, Sam!

[He stopped talking for a moment, jaw tightening even more as he tried to wrestle down that worry, that ache in his chest at even the possibility this might not end well for his brother.] We might not have that many more of them together.

I'll stop getting pissed at you when you stop being a douche! [He yelled back at his brother before plopping down into a chair at the large table, grabbing a book angrily and opening it. He was looking at it as though he was reading it, but he was actually listening to his brother.

Suddenly, he slammed his book shut and glared over at Dean.] Then maybe if that's what you think, anyone would think you'd stop being an ass and stop bottling crap up inside! Say what you actually feel for once, Dean! Stop making me out to be a big girl just because I don't have a problem with my feelings or emotions. [He sighed, running a hand through his messed up hair. He knew that's how Dean was, that's how he always was as long as Sam could remember, but part of him hoped now that things were very different between them, that Dean wouldn't be so closed off.] I'm not asking you to spill everything at once, but.. don't make me feel like crap for wanting to hear a little bit more than I'm a pillow. I love you, dude. Don't make me feel alone in all of this, not now.

[Dean was quiet again, not entirely sure what to do... he didn't talk about stuff. Sam had to know how damn hard that was for him to do... and fuck, he just didn't know what to do.

Not only that but he was a little dumbstruck that Sam actually said those three words they just never said. Jesus... dammit.] You should know that you're-- freaking everything to me, Sam. Everything. I mean, haven't I tried to show you that, practically my whole damn life? [He shrugged, awkwardly, looking away. God, he was just... tired.] I love you too, Sam.

Yeah, you've tried to show me, but.. I don't know. Sometimes words are needed just as much as actions. [Sam got that they never said those three words to each other or really, to anyone when he looked back on their life. Maybe their mom, but maybe that was one reason they never said it. Everyone just kept dying on them and it hurt. He closed his eyes when Dean said the words back, but honestly he couldn't sleep. He had too much going on in that Sam sized brain of his and not just about Dean and him, though it was the main focus at the moment.]

Listen, just for tonight go and get some sleep. If I can't find anything important in a couple hours, I'll get some sleep too, alright?

I've died for you, man... I'd do anything you asked me to, absolutely anything, Sam. I want you to know that much. [He kind of deflated when Sam still told him to go back to bed, alone, and just gave a nod. Fine... Wasn't like he could drag him back to bed or anything.]

Gonna grab a shower first though. [He needed one anyway. He headed to the bathroom after grabbing some fresh clothes and then headed to the shower to wash himself up.

Now he was kinda faced with a predicament. Did he go to Sam's room? Were they sharing now or... would that be weird?

Maybe he should just go to his own damn room, just in case Sam didn't want him in his. Hey, he had an awesome mattress anyway.]

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