It's the most wonderful tiiiiime of the year. For mistletoe!

[ceded]

Oh no, mistletoe!

 

SHOOT. Who put that there?! Well, you’re caught - pucker up!

How to Play

1. Post your character and canon in the subject line
2. Next person who responds is the one you’re caught under the mistletoe with!
3. Go as awkward, sweet, or embarrassing as you like! (Quick cheek peck? Full French? Sure! But you have to kiss or the Nargles will get you!)
4. Comment, Tag, and catch others under the mistletoe. Have fun!

Gratuitously stolen from bakerstreet.

Comments

[chiabrows]

Well, uh... [Sheepish chuckle.] I got caught with Saber, of all people.

[gordianknots]

--Chivalry kissing, then?

[chiabrows]

More or less. I tried to tell her it wasn't necessary, but she insisted it's tradition.

[Purposefully leaving out that she kissed him on the hand because it's embarrassing as all hell? Why no, of course he isn't, what made you get that idea.]

[gordianknots]

[No Lamont, that's actually really cute.] Sounds about right. She and I kind of grumpily agreed with tradition when we got stuck too.

[chiabrows]

Heh. Sounds like the two of you have been getting around.

[gordianknots]

[Pay no attention to the flush in Waver's cheeks.] In the most PG way possible, yes.

[chiabrows]

Not even PG-13?

[gordianknots]

You overestimate my skills in that department.

[chiabrows]

Just because you don't think you know how doesn't mean it can't happen.

[See: Jason Todd.]

[gordianknots]

[JASON IS A SPECIAL CASE]

Well there's the difference of being active versus passive too. Mr Todd, bluntly, blindsided me to the point where I was like this the whole time: [Waver pauses, displaying his exact surprised face. It's...well frankly he expects a laugh, he knows how silly it must look.] Which I fully acknowledge as an overreaction.

[chiabrows]

[It's a laugh he expects, and it's a laugh he gets, Lamont shaking his head amusedly before he reaches to pat Waver on the back of the shoulder, trying to urge him out of his seat.]

Alright, you need to get another shot at this.

[Wingman mode, activated.]

[gordianknots]

I think you'd probably make better use of it, admittedly.

[Waver stands up at least, and elbows him gently.]

waver with steve carell pb, can you imagine

[chiabrows]

[A true statement, but Lamont is determined to make this 40-year old virgin get another smooch!

Waver gets one more clap on the shoulder for that little jab, but it's all in good fun. Lamont scans the room -- the far end specifically, they have to be stealthy and not obvious about this -- for mistletoe with any potential targets nearby. After a moment, he seems to decide on one of the hanging clusters and nods for Waver to follow him as he begins casually sauntering toward it.

Too bad he didn't look closely over the near side of the room, because he's leading the both of them right under another of the plants.]

CRIES FOREVER

[gordianknots]

[If Wvaer was in Lamont's head, he would very politely point out that he had had sexual partners back home, but fortunately, he isn't.

He has, however, stopped to look up, just in time to realize that he and Lamont are under yet another one of those damn plants. Waver laughs, looking up.]

Oh for fuck's sake.

[chiabrows]

[Shhh, Waver, it's okay, it's just a turn of phrase.

But unlike the scholar's more bemused reaction, Lamont just looks up, frowns heavily, then looks at Waver, expression dead serious.]

I swear to god, I didn't plan this.

[gordianknots]

I really don't think you could've, so don't worry.

[chiabrows]

[Okay, that's one problem out of the way, but now what?

His cheeks turning pink, Lamont just shuffles awkwardly and stuffs his hands in his pockets, gaze dropping down and away.]

We don't have to, uh-- y'know...

[THIS IS NOT THE SMOOCH HE WAS PLANNING ON.]

[gordianknots]

[Waver keeps his eyes pointedly on the plant above them, like if he stares at it long enough he'll set it on fire through sheer willpower.]

Admittedly, I'm always in favour of disregarding tradition. But I also don't object if you want to.

[chiabrows]

[Gaze darting back to Waver, Lamont opens his mouth, about to say something, but closes it again, his eyes thinned unsurely.]

You... don't object.

[It is a question, even if it doesn't quite sound like one.]

[gordianknots]

I'm starting to note that grousing about it isn't really helping, so.

[Waver shrugs. If that was asking for consent, this is him giving it.]

[chiabrows]

[Lamont just eyes Waver for a long moment. Anyone watching can see that little hamster wheel in his head spinning away, as if he's trying to make sense of things -- or a number of things. His expression slowly changes from skeptical, to uncomfortable, to vaguely surprised, then finally to determination.

Then suddenly, as if he has something to prove, Lamont grabs Waver by one of his lapels and closes the distance between them, resulting in the scholar's second snog of the day.]

[gordianknots]

[Unlike Jason's kiss, which blind-sided Waver entirely, the lapel grab gave Waver a moment's heads up that he was about to be kissed. It's enough to make sure that he doesn't stiffen entirely, that he manages to relax after a moment, and that rather than keep his hands awkwardly glued to his side, one comes to rest slightly less awkwardly above Lamont's hip.]

i love these dopes, ugh

[chiabrows]

[He lingers for a quite a while considering, then pulls back all at once, giving a sort of triumphant huff through his nose. Still, self-satisfied as he may seem, there's still an obvious blush on his cheeks, the embarrassment leaving him at a loss for what to say.]

SAME and we climbed this whole kissy mountain!!!

[gordianknots]

[Waver's focus on how fast to move his hand - too fast would imply a dislike, too slow would be awkward - allowing his overthinking the entire damn situation to utterly bypass Lamont's moment of embarrassment.

Well, until he realizes that there's a nice, awkward silence between the two of them.]

KISSY MOUNTAIN excuse me i'm screaming

[chiabrows]

[A nice, long, terribly awkward silence.

It takes Lamont another moment to regain enough composure so he can force a grin, attempting to tease despite his own sheepishness.]

And you don't think you're any good.

[Given, the kiss was a bit stilted, but no where near as bad as Waver made himself out to be. Give yourself some credit, dude!]