The Abrupt Kissing 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.)

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[excessive]

Right. There was a reason for this. A reason that could damn well be dead while he was making out with Stiles.

Making out with Stilinski.

Right. What the...

He pulled back, breaking the kiss with a soft sound. Wait, sound. Damn. He didn't need that.

[teenyoda]

Stiles actually followed after Isaac for a moment, lips still pursed and his eyes closed before he blinked them open, looking around and wondering if anyone saw that.

Yes, people had seen that, but they were in a gay bar so, uh, par for the course.

He looked over at Isaac, looking like he'd just been hit upside the head with a dinosaur's dick. "Uh... huh?"

[excessive]

Isaac wasn't looking much better, staring at Stilinski as if utterly confused. And he was. By the way he tasted beneath the Coke. The softness of his lips. There was a lot that had him utterly lost and confused.

"Right. Uhmm, I... distraction." In his mind that was a coherent sentence. "Sorry?" But he wasn't and he doesn't sound it either.

[teenyoda]

"Huh?" Stiles was still in 'Isaac had his mouth on mine. Isaac had his tongue in my mouth' mode. Figures the most intense kiss he'd ever had was a joke. Screw his life.

He reached for his glass without really seeing it, almost tipping it over before he got his hand around it, lifting it to his mouth to take a sip.

[excessive]

"Don't," he said, covering Stiles' hand with his. "Don't do that. Not yet," he said, wanting to taste him again. Not the soda but Stiles as he leaned in to try and kiss him again. He wasn't thinking, he just wanted to kiss him.

[teenyoda]

"Hey." He was going to drink that. But then there was that mouth again and Stiles was getting really confused. Because using him as a cover was one thing, but this seemed less like trying to blend in and more like he was enjoying it.

The weirder thing was that Stiles didn't mind it. Much. Okay, so maybe he liked it as well, but he was trying not to acknowledge that.

[excessive]

Isaac knew he should quit. This was bullshit. Not on Stiles' part but his own. A need to be connected to someone else didn't excuse fucking with someone's emotions when you know they're not into casual sex.

Breaking the kiss, Isaac started to say something. He wasn't even sure the words. "Right. I... Shit." Wait, that wasn't even close to the right words and he knew it, wincing.

[teenyoda]

That was all Isaac got to say, because Stiles wasn't done with that kiss, thank you. Casual sex wasn't his thing, but his friendship, for lack of a better word, wasn't exactly casual with Isaac.

But this was still confusing, and after a moment, he broke it off, leaning back with a dazed look. "Uh..." Stiles Stilinski at a loss for words. Hell must have frozen over.

[excessive]

More kissing. Yeah he could keep doing this. For someone that Isaac figured wasn't the most experienced, he was damn good at this. Or maybe it was just for Isaac that he was kissing Stiles, something he'd wanted for a while whether he admitted it or not.

Staring at him, lips parted and panting more than breathing. "So... Right. We should be..." Oh he was fucked. He was kissing the only good friend he had and Scott's best friend and not doing what he was supposed to be. It was the trifecta of fucking up and he wasn't moving away either.

[teenyoda]

Hey, shut up, Isaac. There'd been a couple games of Spin the Bottle that Stiles had lucked out on. Lucky in that he hadn't wound up with Claire when she had her braces. Terrifying.

He sat there, eyes moving from the mouth he'd just been assaulted by before sliding back up to the confused blue eyed gaze. "What... just happened?"

[excessive]

There were a few answers he could have come up with. It would have been easy to just say it was cover, a distraction to hide from Danny and Ethan. Sure, he could have said that and Stiles would have maybe hated him and could even hit him. It would be a lie and the truth all in one.

Except the only truth was the beginning of the kiss and the rest... He still didn't know about.

"I don't know?" Honest and dumb at the same time.

[teenyoda]

"Huh."

Let him mull that over. Was he allowed to drink his pop now? Because he was going to drink his pop now. The bubbly liquid burned as he swallowed it, but it cleared his head just a little as well.

"You kissed me." There was a small tug at one corner of his lips.

[excessive]

Isaac frowned, one brow lifting as he nodded. "I did. Twice." Once had only been for show, and if he was honest, didn't have to be quite that extensive either.

"You kind of kissed back," he pointed out.

[teenyoda]

"Yeah, I guess I did." So... there was that.

He looked at Isaac again, not realizing his eyes had started to slip back down to his mouth. He'd been surprised by both the kiss and by how good it had felt. Not that Stiles thought kissing a guy would ever be a totally disgusting thing, but that was probably because he hadn't actively thought about kissing a guy.

Then he'd gone and done it.

[excessive]

"So... Uhmmm..."

Why was this so odd? It was just a kiss. Or two. Or so. It shouldn't be really anything. People kissed all the time. It was just kissing.

"Should we..." He sighed. "So you didn't hit me either. I noticed that too, Stiles."

[teenyoda]

"Yeah, I didn't."

Why? Well, hitting him over a kiss seemed a little over dramatic. He hadn't hurt him. He hadn't really crossed any line. "You let me... kiss you back?" It was a question because really, Stiles was surprised that he'd done it.

[excessive]

"I'm thinking about doing it again," he admitted in a low voice, taking a step closer to him. "And what would you do if I did?"

Closing the gap between them so he was nearly touching him. "Would you tell me no?"

[teenyoda]

Oh. Oh damn. He was going to have to do some kind of actual survey to see if lowered voices automatically made someone seem sexy. Because that was the thought suddenly going through his head.

He stayed his ground as Isaac came closer, eyes doing a quick dance between those lips and those blue eyes as his tongue came out to wet his own lips. "Uh... no?" He was mildly embarrassed by the fact that his voice squeaked, but he was too busy noticing that he was actually leaning forward to close the distance himself. Huh.

[excessive]

Nervousness suddenly seems to possess him, feeling startled that Stiles hasn't hit him yet. Or stormed off. Then there was hitting him and storming off. None of it was happening, and in fact Stiles was leaning in closer.

Someone might recognize them. Others could actually want to hurt one of them. Isaac wasn't thinking about any of that. He was focusing on Stiles and those kisses. And then new one.

His hand cupping Stiles' cheek as he leaned in. First tentative, barely brushing his mouth to Stiles'. Then his lips parted, tongue brushing against Stiles' mouth.

[teenyoda]

To say he hadn't expected to like kissing Isaac would have been an understatement. To get gentleness from him was a huge surprise. That tentative and gentle touch was so unexpected, Stiles had literally no defense against it. Maybe if he'd been rougher, harder, Stiles might have drawn back. But this? This was nice.

This had him closing his eyes and reaching a hand out to grip Isaac's arm, tongue coming out to meet Isaac's in a soft greeting.

[excessive]

All of it was still confusing to Isaac. Being close to another, sharing kisses like that. Especially when it involved someone that was quickly becoming a friend. Someone that knew his secrets, and everything that haunted him. That changed things for him as well.

Shifting closer, his body just brushing against Stiles' as he canted his head. Moaning at the heat, the feel of Stiles' mouth as he sough more from the kiss.

[teenyoda]

The moan vibrated through him, making things twist and flip inside him, his body reacting to signs of obvious happy times. The kiss stayed slow, but it deepened. His mouth opened, his tongue hesitantly coming out to see what the big deal was about using them in kisses.

[excessive]

Taking advantage of that, his tongue sliding along Stiles'. This shouldn't have been where the night went, and maybe Isaac would gave guilt for it later but not now. Not when he wanted more of someone wanting him.

So his hands slide around, one to the small of Stiles' back, the other along his spine, pulling him closer.

[teenyoda]

He felt himself pulled in against Isaac, not really fighting that as he rested his own hands on Isaac's shoulders. He wasn't sure where to put them, but there seemed like a good place.

That was the best he could do for thinking because holy tongue. In his mouth. Okay, he saw what the fuss was now. It was a good fuss.

[excessive]

His senses were in hyper drive. He wanted everything. Kisses. The feel of Stiles' body to his own. Anything the other boy would give. Suddenly it was all about hedonism and sex and touch and screw everything else.

Even as he shifted, arms wrapping tightly around Stiles. It was an embrace. He couldn't deny that, nor could he deny wanting it all.