meme || under the mistletoe

[kisumibaby]

MISTLETOE MEME

Ah, the shameless (shameful?) classic. Happy holidays, Holly Heights.



How it works:
➜ Your character is going about their business when suddenly... oop, mistletoe.
➜ Double oop, someone else walked under at the same time.
➜ Maybe this is usual mistletoe and they can just joke about it and awkwardly shuffle off.
➜ Oooooor maybe it's cursed mistletoe and they can't leave until they kiss each other.
➜ Good luck with that!

copypasta'd from our wonderful ante!

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hey

[pickoffs]

[ he knew he should have left the room as soon as small loud and orange could be heard in the distance.

he tries to step away because no way in hell is that happening, but. nah. apparently the landlord is even more of a sadist than he'd expected. ] Oh come on. [ he eyes shrimpy. ] I'm gonna have to sit down so we can be on the same level...

this was the very first actual tag anyone did on this post

[kablam]

[ one minute, hinata was minding his own business going to the food table, and the next, he was in hell. he stares up at Shitty Glasses 2.0 for a second utterly clueless, trying to figure out what the hell's going on and step past him, to no avail. ]

Wha-- [ seriously, he can't even move? ] --oi! Let me go!!

[ are you talking to the landlord or miyuki, hinata ]

someone had to break it in

[pickoffs]

It's not me! [ he wants that very clear.

he turns down his expression to the most unimpressed tall person one he can muster. ]

Somebody is really interested in seeing me tear all my hair out. Are you still young enough you believe in cooties?

operative word being 'break'

[kablam]

[ well, hinata might have tried to logic this out (it would have been a failed endeavor) but then miyuki had to go and be miyuki ]

NO! [ yes ] And that's a girl thing anyway!! I'm not kissing a jerk like you, no way!!!

[pickoffs]

[ hinata you can't serve a volleyball at the mistletoe to solve this problem. ]

It's not a girl thing, stupid. [ he feels dumber already. ] You couldn't kiss me, anyway, you'd have to get a ladder.

[kablam]

[ WAS THAT A CHALLENGE ]

I CAN TOO! [ you have fucked up this is happening now ] I CAN REACH YOU JUST FINE, I DON'T NEED A STUPID LADDER!!

[pickoffs]

[ IT WASN'T... ABORT MISSION, ABORT MISSION ] What're you gonna do, climb me? I'm not a tree, shrimpy!

[kablam]

NO!! I don't need to climb anything!! Being short's nothing!! [ hinata stop yelling jesus. anyway, now someone has made the foolish mistake of saying "you couldn't" which means that hinata is going to do this if it kills him (it might). so he reaches up and fists his hands in the front of miyuki's shirt and gives a very ungraceful yank to pull him down.

he has felled taller trees than you, you wanna go ]

[pickoffs]

[ god dammit. his first reaction to getting dragged anywhere is just to go with it... it's easier that way. but this time he's on course to kissing shrimpy the orange. not happening. a beat late, he squawks and freezes up, leaning away.

you can't catch him alive. ]

Do you always manhandle people you want to kiss, because that explains so much about you...

[kablam]

[ hoe don't do it ]

[ well, hinata had not really thought this through, but like hell if he's letting go now, so he keeps his grip there and tries to tug him back, come here dammit ]

[ hoe don't do it ]

I've never kissed anybody before!! Quit moving, I wanna get this over with!

[ oh my god ]

[pickoffs]

[ he's a little too big to get tugged down enough to be in the range of mr. kissing monster over here... thankfully.

and then hinata drops the proverbial bomb, and he laughs so hard he could cry. wait, he may actually be crying? or at least teary-eyed. ]

Ahahahahaha--haha--hahaha--of course you haven't, you haven't hit puberty yet, right?

[kablam]

[ well...the embarrassment makes him drop his shirt at least. hinata goes bright red and defensive immediately, half flailing his arms around in his attempt to defend himself.

his voice even cracks. ] Sh-shut up!! It's not because of that, I have too!! I just don't have time for that kinda stuff because of volleyball--why does it even matter, anyway?!