The Abrupt Kiss 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.)

Comments

[teenyoda]

That shouldn't have sounded as funny as it did, but it had a pained laugh leaving him. Derek was there, comforting him at his bedside like a... well, like someone that actually cared. In light of what had happened earlier, that fact shouldn't have relieved him as much as it did, but panicked brown eyes sought out blue ones as he lay there.

Deaton measured salt into the water, reaching into his bag to grab two more bottles that he poured a little of the contents from. The water turned a vivid red and Deaton nodded, like that was a good thing. "You might want to cover his mouth with something. This is going to hurt."

[haled]

Derek knew how funny it sounded, but the laugh meant that Stiles could actually hear him and was registering what he was saying. That was a good thing to him. He met his eyes and leaned in, nodding at what Deaton said without breaking eye contact.

"I'm gonna cover your mouth, alright? If you have to bite my hand for the pain or just to keep yourself quiet, do it." He kept one hand at the opposite shoulder then covered Stiles' mouth with his hand, going for that because the other option was his pillow and he wasn't looking to actually smother Stiles.

[teenyoda]

Stiles felt the hand over his mouth and started to breathe in heavily through his nose, anxiety rising even though he knew they weren't trying to hurt him. It was still a compromising position, but Stiles knew it was for the best.

Deaton waited until Derek had a good hold on Stiles, moving in to pin down his legs as best as he could before soaking the cloth in the water. Squeezing it out, he brought it over to Stiles' leg and laid it out over the mark, pressing down on it. The cloth sizzled, steam rising up quickly from it as Deaton kept pressure on it.

Stiles screamed. Or at least he tried to. It was muffled by the hand over his mouth, but tears filled his eyes and spilled over. His back tried to lift up, to arch off the bed, his body wanting away from the feeling of a branding iron being set to him, from it feeling like it was slipping up inside him and burning him on the inside.

[haled]

There was enough anxiety that the shift in it once he put his hand over Stiles' mouth wasn't an insane jump. But he knew it was going to get worse once Deaton did whatever he was about to do.

Derek pressed his hand down a little harder when Stiles screamed, shifting closer so he could lean over him and use his torso to better pin him down against the bed. He kept his mouth covered as he did, glancing at Deaton.

"Tell me that's helping him."

[teenyoda]

"It's breaking the link between him and the caster. That's going to cause some pain as the caster tries to keep that from happening." Deaton managed to grit that out as he kept pressing the cloth over the mark, steam starting to billow up and fill the room.

Stiles was still trying to scream and pull away, but the combined weight of the pair of them just pointed out to him how utterly physically helpless he was. Especially against Derek.

[haled]

It was probably a good thing that the window was open because the steam had a place to escape. But it was still enough that it was starting to make Derek sweat and he shifted himself over Stiles, still leaving himself over him as he moved so he was closer to his face instead.

"When this is over, I'm gonna kill that witch myself," he promised, looking down at Stiles as he kept his hand in place over his mouth. He watched him, trying to meet his eyes again, but he knew it wasn't likely to offer much comfort given the pain he was going through.

[teenyoda]

You know what would be nice right about now? A dead witch. That's what Stiles was thinking as Derek hovered over him, his screams turning to muffled sobs that he didn't bother even contemplating trying to hide because god, it hurt so much. It wasn't confined to his leg. It felt like a hand was up inside him, clawing through him and trying to take him with it.

But it was starting to move lower, grasping and ripping lower and lower until it was just in his leg.

Not that that felt any better.

[haled]

He couldn't even imagine just what it was doing to him sobbing under Derek the way he was. He just hoped it was almost over because having it push Stiles that far was unnerving. There was just a glance back at Deaton that was greeted with a nod as if to say it was working before his attention was on Stiles again and he took a second to move his free hand up, wiping at the corners of Stiles' eyes.

"It's almost done." Derek wasn't sure of that, but he hoped it was the truth. "Just a little longer, Stiles."

[teenyoda]

Later, he would bug Derek about wiping his tears away. Later, when this was all a bad memory and he couldn't feel the pain ripping through him. Now, he actually appreciated it, the touch somehow transmitting to him that he wasn't alone. That there were people there to help him.

The cloth finally stopped steaming, but Deaton kept it pressed there for another minute, though he lessened his hold on Stiles. Slowly, he removed the cloth, showing the reddened outline of a hand on Stiles' leg, but more like a sunburn red than the glowing ember it had been before. "The connection's severed."

[haled]

It was all he really could do and he knew it wasn't much help. But he did want Stiles to realize that he was there and that he was trying to help, even if he wasn't the one working the magic to fix what was being done.

When Deaton spoke, Derek glanced back again then looked down at Stiles, loosening his hold over his mouth, wanting to see if he was alright to actually pull his hand away without the sound waking the Sheriff up.

[teenyoda]

Stiles took in huge gulps of air, still sobbing a little, but more residually than actively. He could move again, but everything hurt. Like he'd been doing a five day workout in twenty minutes. His leg still stung, but it was a normal burning sting that he was used to, not the brain-numbing agony of before.

"Is it... is it done?" He hiccuped, hand lifting to wipe at his face.

[haled]

Derek pulled his hand away completely once he realized Stiles was much quieter than before. Then he shifts back, still on his knees beside the bed as he watched Stiles, almost expecting him to end up curled up again because of the witch.

Deaton nodded and slowly pushed himself up from the side of the bed. "It's done. You two are going to need to protect yourselves. He's powerful." He put things away and closed his bag. "I'll work on something to help with that." Then he left the room and Derek listened to quiet footsteps heading back down the stairs.

[teenyoda]

Stiles lay on the bed, still waiting for a new pulse of pain to hit him, but nothing did. Deaton left and he nodded at him, or at least he thought he did, but then he was left there with Derek.

Again.

"Thanks." There was a lot more behind that one word, but his brain wasn't functioning enough to let him say it.

[haled]

He looked him over once Deaton was gone, also still waiting for some kind of catch, but it didn't come. And he felt some relief at that. Gripping the side of the bed, Derek pushed himself up and looked down at Stiles, nodding at him.

"You're welcome." He considered leaving, but stopped himself from moving as he followed it with, "Need anything? Before I leave?"

Since Stiles didn't exactly look like he was going to be moving out of bed right away, he figured he'd offer.

[teenyoda]

"Yeah, if you can find my dignity? I think it's on the floor near my phone." The relief was overwhelming and he was wondering about why Derek seemed to be the one to be there for him lately instead of Scott. Well, probably because he'd been doing things non-Scottified lately. Was that a good thing or not?

[haled]

Derek didn't say anything to that, but he did lean down and scoop Stiles' phone up to hand it off to him. Then he nodded at Stiles and headed for and out of the window, closing it behind himself and jumping down to head to his car, where Deaton was already waiting to leave.

[teenyoda]

Okay, so maybe he totally owed Derek for this. But for now, he was just going to curl up and let himself fall into an exhausted sleep.

He was going to be so sore tomorrow and his dad would ask him about it, but comparatively, the pain was manageable. He might have to actually do something for Derek and Deaton.

[haled]

There had been enough life saving exchanges between them at that point that Derek didn't really care if Stiles owed him or not. It was just the way things worked. One of them needed help, the other helped, they went back to fighting a day or two later, supposing they even made it that long.

He just headed back to his car, let Deaton in, and headed to drop him off and head home once again.