mistletoe meme comment with your character bam, now your character is under some mistletoe. no moving until you lock lips with someone. easy as it sounds.
[Wow do you think you're getting out of here with one goofy line of meta? THINK AGAIN. Because Jon is super used to kissing with a very cold face, because if your eyebrows and eyelashes (and super manly facial fuzz) don't have frost in them north of the Wall, that probably means someone set your furs on fire while you weren't paying attention. Literally the only explanation.
So suddenly there's fingers in Jack's hair, tangling and tugging (not hard enough to hurt, exactly), and teeth pulling on his bottom lip until his mouth opens. Then there's tongue, and hey look at that Jack actually warms up pretty nicely, we'll all understand if his skinny little knees happen to buckle. Jon isn't actually terrible at this despite his whole entire personality seeming like it would very much get in the way of him ever learning how to kiss. (Bless Ygritte.)
[He almost expects Jon to not really know much about the matter, considering his lack of experience with dealing with people socially in general (or at least being awful at it for the most part). But for a northern man who gloats on the cold, his mouth is plenty warm and much more welcoming than Jack happens to expect.
Those tugs to snowy white hair are all the more encouraging as he slips fingers over a scruffy chin, splaying traces of frost there, knowing of Jon's appreciation for some cold. It's a contrast to the temperatures where their lips meet, where Jack no longer has control of keeping it cool, too distracted with a decently heated tongue to think on it much.]
[Stiles looked up at the mistletoe, then at Jon with an almost pleading look. That hadn't been there when he'd come over to talk to you, bro. He'd been trying to avoid them after seeing the effects.
[Wow Jon gives it a weary look, like it has been following him around all day meme.]
How should I know? [dryly:] You're the one who has a sense of humor.
[He looks back down to Stiles with that pleading look on his face and...] Just-- [Whatever, he leans forward and plants one right on Stiles' lips. Jon is a straightforward sort of guy, okay? And there's no way around this so someone just had to get the ball rolling already. Totally.]
[Good thing it was Jon, because Stiles would have talked the mistletoe into letting them go. Or tried to.
As it was, he just sort of stood there in shock that Jon was kissing him. On the mouth. Wow. Was that beard he felt? Beards felt weird. They weren't as scratchy as they looked. Well, he knew that from his own scraggly attempt, but still.
Why was he thinking about beards? Was it rude to not think about the kiss? Maybe he was intentionally trying not to because, ah... kissing. Kissing made things happen. Just endure the kiss so you don't do something stupid like pop a boner. No boner. Boner be gone.]
[Jon pulls back without so much as a single word of apology, because he's Jon and Stiles should totally be used to this by now. He does shrug, though, as if to pass off all the blame for his action onto the mistletoe.
He didn't expect Stiles to be into it but he didn't even participate at all. Little bit ouch.]
[Jon blinks and tries to back out of Stiles' personal space, only he finds that he can't. His feet feel entirely too heavy, like they've been nailed to the floor.]
... It worked with everyone else.
[Just how many mouths has Jon Snow been shoving his tongue into today? The world may never know.]
Everyone else, huh? You maybe want to think about looking up before you go barging around if you're having to kiss everyone you come in contact with. How many cooties do I have from other people now, huh?
[Rude, Jon Snow. He thought he'd been the only one. His heart was broken. Boo. Hoo.]
What? What... how does that even work? You kissed me. We're supposed to be free. Maybe you did something wrong. Maybe you've broken your kiss, huh.
Maybe because I wasn't expecting Jon lips to just come crashing down on mine. It's generally kind of polite to ask before you decide to give someone an oral exam.
[WOW RUDE he gives out a free oral exam with complementary face exfoliation via beard scratchies and all he gets are complaints. Last time he bothers to be generous, tbh.]
I just wanted to be able to walk again! You were only going to stand there nervously talking about nothing, like you do, until one of us died of old age.
Well, maybe I was trying to find a non-kissing way out of this. Not like I walk around kissing guys every day. Which, by the way, you're clearly very comfortable with. There something you're not telling me, Jon? Were you actually awake for those sponge baths?
Awake for the-- what? [No. Just best not to question Stiles when he's being Stiles-y.] It's just a bleeding kiss, what's it matter? [MR TALKS ALL THE TIME ABOUT MASTURBATION.]
[ He's actually sorry for upsetting Jon; it happens with frequency because Hiccup isn't the type of person to keep his mouth shut on default, that sort of thing takes actual Moments Of Resolution, the sort he doesn't employ when chatting with his friends. So he starts off the kiss firm and soft, a connection that unmistakably wants to be there but isn't sure if he's welcome.
Just like the way he curls an arm around Jon's waist to try and coax him to stay, Hiccup remains in place but allows for the other man to take out any frustrations that might have built up. He wouldn't blame him. ]
there's enough jon to go around!! all i'm saying is orgy. just tossing that out there. for science.
[Jon makes a noise of surprise and almost goes crosseyed getting a better look at Hiccup. It only takes him a second to give up, because his resolve his weak and Hiccup's kissing game is actually pretty strong.
Look it's just... it's been Awhile. And Jon likes to pretend that he's a block of wood and totally above such things, but he is so not.
So when he feels the arm about his waist, all caution goes flying to the wind and he grabs a fistful of Hiccup's shaggy hair and bites down on his bottom lip, sucking on it. Just a little. He kisses roughly, because he likes to, but in truth he's not frustrated with Hiccup anymore. He doesn't hold grudges well when they're against friends.]
[ Jon's Kissing Game isn't anything to sniff at, either.
Accustomed to being pawed and pushed and angled just so by Astrid, and rather having enjoyed having her showing such dominance in the bedroom and wherever else, Hiccup lets a soft moan pass into his friend's mouth as he sucks on that invading heat, a metal foot clinking quietly as he takes a step forward, the fist in his hair holding him captive in ways he doesn't protest to. He's always been attracted to warmth and gentle touches, a distinct lack of both on Berk mostly to blame for the way Hiccup soaks up affection like a sponge.
The bite gets a reedy nasal whine, cut off as he digs his hands into what he can of Jon's clothes (stupid layers, why so many) and winds up grasping the back of a belt, lean leather-clad hips slotting in to let him feel the way Hiccup kisses with his whole body, arching and shifting to get closer, to touch more. Jon can have anything he wants, if he spoils a certain demanding Viking first. Hiccup is hot in his armour, a little breathless, and durable enough not to complain about the roughness; exactly the opposite. ]
[Poor Jon, you know nothing. She actually doesn't mind a little roughness, and it shows in the way she handles him. Merida nips at his mouth, swiping her tongue across it after as she fists her hands in his shirt.]
[Jon used to dream about what he'd say if he saw her again, what he'd tell her and what he'd apologize for. How he'd hold her, if she didn't stick him full of holes for what he'd done.
He'd made a lot of plans, but now that he sees her all he can manage is:] Ygritte?
[ Disoriented and well, pretty grumpy, Ygritte is not so happy to be here, where ever it is. However when she sees Jon Snow, she does not hesitate, she moves towards him with purpose, even if she suspects what he truly is, who he is. His betrayal is not one she has experienced yet. ]
Jon Snow. [ she moves until she is beneath the plant above and is suddenly stuck close to him, her blade out.] Where are we? What is this place? [ Has he finally betrayed her as so many said he would?]
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So suddenly there's fingers in Jack's hair, tangling and tugging (not hard enough to hurt, exactly), and teeth pulling on his bottom lip until his mouth opens. Then there's tongue, and hey look at that Jack actually warms up pretty nicely, we'll all understand if his skinny little knees happen to buckle. Jon isn't actually terrible at this despite his whole entire personality seeming like it would very much get in the way of him ever learning how to kiss. (Bless Ygritte.)
Just. Blame the mistletoe. Yes.]
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Those tugs to snowy white hair are all the more encouraging as he slips fingers over a scruffy chin, splaying traces of frost there, knowing of Jon's appreciation for some cold. It's a contrast to the temperatures where their lips meet, where Jack no longer has control of keeping it cool, too distracted with a decently heated tongue to think on it much.]
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[Stiles looked up at the mistletoe, then at Jon with an almost pleading look. That hadn't been there when he'd come over to talk to you, bro. He'd been trying to avoid them after seeing the effects.
Goddamn mistletoe.]
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daymeme.]How should I know? [dryly:] You're the one who has a sense of humor.
[He looks back down to Stiles with that pleading look on his face and...] Just-- [Whatever, he leans forward and plants one right on Stiles' lips. Jon is a straightforward sort of guy, okay? And there's no way around this so someone just had to get the ball rolling already. Totally.]
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As it was, he just sort of stood there in shock that Jon was kissing him. On the mouth. Wow. Was that beard he felt? Beards felt weird. They weren't as scratchy as they looked. Well, he knew that from his own scraggly attempt, but still.
Why was he thinking about beards? Was it rude to not think about the kiss? Maybe he was intentionally trying not to because, ah... kissing. Kissing made things happen. Just endure the kiss so you don't do something stupid like pop a boner. No boner. Boner be gone.]
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He didn't expect Stiles to be into it but he didn't even participate at all. Little bit ouch.]
That's done, then.
[He's not red, YOU'RE red!]
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How come he can't go anywhere.]
Um...
I thought that was supposed to work?
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... It worked with everyone else.
[Just how many mouths has Jon Snow been shoving his tongue into today? The world may never know.]
Mayhaps you did something wrong.
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[Rude, Jon Snow. He thought he'd been the only one. His heart was broken. Boo. Hoo.]
What? What... how does that even work? You kissed me. We're supposed to be free. Maybe you did something wrong. Maybe you've broken your kiss, huh.
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At least I did kiss. You just stood there like a... dead fish. Maybe you're what broke it.
[Honestly though, how do live fish kiss? It's probably very unpleasant and slimy.]
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[Huff. HUFF HUFF, JON. GOD.]
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I just wanted to be able to walk again! You were only going to stand there nervously talking about nothing, like you do, until one of us died of old age.
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LOOK WHO GOT HERE FIRST WOW heartbroken
Just like the way he curls an arm around Jon's waist to try and coax him to stay, Hiccup remains in place but allows for the other man to take out any frustrations that might have built up. He wouldn't blame him. ]
there's enough jon to go around!! all i'm saying is orgy. just tossing that out there. for science.
Look it's just... it's been Awhile. And Jon likes to pretend that he's a block of wood and totally above such things, but he is so not.
So when he feels the arm about his waist, all caution goes flying to the wind and he grabs a fistful of Hiccup's shaggy hair and bites down on his bottom lip, sucking on it. Just a little. He kisses roughly, because he likes to, but in truth he's not frustrated with Hiccup anymore. He doesn't hold grudges well when they're against friends.]
this should be a thing why isn't it a thing
Accustomed to being pawed and pushed and angled just so by Astrid, and rather having enjoyed having her showing such dominance in the bedroom
and wherever else, Hiccup lets a soft moan pass into his friend's mouth as he sucks on that invading heat, a metal foot clinking quietly as he takes a step forward, the fist in his hair holding him captive in ways he doesn't protest to. He's always been attracted to warmth and gentle touches, a distinct lack of both on Berk mostly to blame for the way Hiccup soaks up affection like a sponge.The bite gets a reedy nasal whine, cut off as he digs his hands into what he can of Jon's clothes (stupid layers, why so many) and winds up grasping the back of a belt, lean leather-clad hips slotting in to let him feel the way Hiccup kisses with his whole body, arching and shifting to get closer, to touch more. Jon can have anything he wants, if he spoils a certain demanding Viking first. Hiccup is hot in his armour, a little breathless, and durable enough not to complain about the roughness; exactly the opposite. ]
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He cups the back of her head and doesn't go quite as rough with her because they're... them, who cares, but she's her. u feel me?]
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NOT ARYA.
SCREAMS INTO THE WIND
He'd made a lot of plans, but now that he sees her all he can manage is:] Ygritte?
:D
Jon Snow. [ she moves until she is beneath the plant above and is suddenly stuck close to him, her blade out.] Where are we? What is this place? [ Has he finally betrayed her as so many said he would?]