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.
[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.]
Because that was my first boy kiss, that's what matters. I just thought it would be different and not so much of a 'surprise, here's my tongue'. No wonder girls are scared.
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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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