The Mistletoe Meme

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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!

Comments

Clara Oswald | Doctor Who

[basicallytwitter]

everyone should of seen this coming

[thatoldthatkind]

[ And there is the Doctor, leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed and a soft smile on his face. He's not one for domestics but, it's hard to deny Clara anything when she's pouting. So! Here he is, at her folks house--well more standing in the entry way ready to run away--watching the festivities. He's glad that she's happy and enjoys spending time with her family. She certainly deserves it after everything she has done. ]

[basicallytwitter]

[She catches sight of him lingering in the doorway and she drifts over, a slightly troublemaking smile curving her lips. It's nice he's here. They could both stand with a bit of celebrating and spending time with loved ones.

But he's here. In this doorway. Doesn't he know?]

Standing there on purpose?

[thatoldthatkind]

[ The Doctor stands up straight as Clara walks over. The fond smile on his face brightens. He's got no idea what's above the doorway. Who puts a plant in the doorway? ]

It is out of the way of your family. They probably wouldn't want me hovering about. [ Then he glances around and leans forward as if he's sharing some sort of guilty secret. ] And this is a doorway. Where doors are. Which, I hear, are good for exiting if one feels the need to run away from the mentioned family.

[ He may look a bit guilty about that. This really isn't his thing. ] They aren't expecting me. Are they?

[basicallytwitter]

[Her own smile brightens in response.]

The not-hovering, that's good, yeah. They might mistake it for looming and no one wants someone looming, that's no good.

They are not expecting you and I would give you plenty of warning if you needed to leg it.

But.

[Pointed glance up, look, there's a little sprig with leaves and berries and it's even got a ribbon tied on! And it's hanging from the door frame.]

Right here? Really?

[thatoldthatkind]

Looming does sound a bit ominous. [ He says, pondering the idea over. Then he decides that ominous is not cool. ]

Really? I thought that this was all part of the festivities. Being bothered by family who want to ask very embarrassing questions that need very ridiculous lies. [ Unless Clara has told them about the space-time-traveling bit. Oops. ]

[ At first he must not get her meaning, because he looks at her like she's a bit odd. Odd with a funny nose, short and bossy! He glances up after a moment and his mouth makes a small 'oh.'

The Doctor then puffs up defensively. ] Who puts those things in doorways? Isn't there somewhere more convenient to put them? On the porch would be nice! Or even at the fireplace. Your family has fireplace, don't they? They should if they don't. Everyone's got to have a fireplace. Especially if they want Santa to come. His name is Jeff, by the way. I met him with Frank Sinatra.

[ Rambling clearly means one thing: flustered. ]

[basicallytwitter]

You can't stand under a fireplace, that's properly bonkers. And if we put it on the porch we'd have to snog the mailman and the milkman. People would talk.

[She takes half a step closer, still grinning. It's possible she's enjoying this fluster rather a lot.]

Did you take Sinatra to the North Pole or did Jeff come to the Sands, then? The second one's a better story, I think.

[thatoldthatkind]

Well then maybe you shouldn't be kissing under a plant. That, Clara, is "bonkers." [ Including the air quotes. ]

[ The Doctor looks at her, then glares up at the mistletoe. He points at it accusingly, as if it is entirely the fault of the plant for being there. Then he shakes his finger. Bad, bad mistletoe! ]

Jeff visited the lodge Frank and I were at. He does travel about delivering presents you know. Perfect time to visit some friends as well!

[basicallytwitter]

No. It's tradition. Handed down from who bloody knows where or when, only that it's been forever, and that's what you do at Christmas, you hang it up and have a snog under it.

Or did you and Frankie not have any ready for poor Jeff when he arrived?

[Milk and cookies, that's just boring.

She inches even closer, close enough to sling an arm around him.]

Come on, then.

[thatoldthatkind]

You can have a bonkers tradition! You lot have plenty of them. [ He gestures around them as if that's going to be the most specific thing in the universe to demonstrate his point. ] We could find out. I do have a time machine...

[ As well as totally using it for a very good distraction. ]

Oi. I got a picture with Jeff! And he very much liked how Frank sang "Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer."

[ Not mentioning how he "married" Marylin Monroe.

The Doctor lets out a bit of a sound, glancing down at her arm then at her with big wide eyes. Right. There's absolutely no getting out of this. Is there? Of course there's not. It's mistletoe and Clara. That's basically between a hard spot and a rock. Or possibly an exploding nova and the screaming TARDIS about her shielding or whatever.

He puffs out his cheeks and wraps his arms around her. Time to not think about how the last time he kissed a Clara Oswald it was Snowmen and Victorian times. It's just proper Clara. Blimey, snogging is not hard he shouldn't be nervous.

Then he kisses her. ]

[basicallytwitter]

[She watches all this fussing and carrying on silently, eyebrows raised. Clara knows the best thing for all this teeth-gnashing and trying to wriggle out of something is to just wait it out. Let him get his fussing out and be worn down.

But goes on and on and blimey, how long can one man fuss? She straightens up a little, lips parted to speak.

And that's when he kisses her.

There's a surprised, pleased little noise, and then she raises up on her toes to get into it properly.]

[thatoldthatkind]

[ He wonders at first if he's messed it up or just been too weird about it. Then Clara makes that little sound and he grins to himself. Perhaps with a completely bad moment of judgement calling, the Doctor lifts her up and spins her around. Right there under the mistletoe.

Because she's his Impossible Girl. She saves him over and over, even from the worst decision he ever made. There's absolutely no way he can think of repaying her. After all, why would anyone save a man as old and lost as him? Not much reason to from where he is standing.

Then he pulls away with wide eyes. ]

Right. Might of over done it a bit. Sorry.

[basicallytwitter]

[There's a small, muffled noise as she's lifted, half surprise, half delight. Her hands grip the back of his jacket, holding tight even after he's set her down.

He pulls away, and she looks up; her eyes are equally wide, the color high in her face.]

...Just a bit, yeah.

[But then she breaks into a smile.]

Wouldn't be you if you hadn't.

[thatoldthatkind]

Oi!

[ Despite the fake look of being offended? The Doctor smiles widely and puts her down. He then straightens his jacket and bowtie. All proper again. ]

It might not be as bad of a tradition. The mistletoe.

[basicallytwitter]

It's not bad, as traditions go. Certainly has its uses.

[She gives the front of her dress a smoothing-down, and then she reaches up and cards her fingers quickly through her hair, making sure that's settled, too.]

I suggest we make an escape out the side door before the family does want to inspect you up close.

[thatoldthatkind]

You could have asked, Clara Oswald.

[ Which still would have ended in the "deer in headlights" look, but, the Doctor has to try and pretend to save some face. His dignity is totally on the line thanks to that stupid mistletoe. ]

Then it is a very good thing I'm an expert at escaping family situations. [ He sort of is still escaping? But heading back to Gallifrey? It's kind of complicated.

The Doctor reaches down and takes her hand. ] Right, yes, the side door. Then where would you like to go? Christmas Eve! It's your pick this time, Clara.

[basicallytwitter]

Asking's no fun.

[Clara Oswald, you little pain.

But she takes his hand all the same, not even sparing a glance to the rest of the family gathered in the other room.]

Where do I want to go?

[She thinks on this for the space of a few strides.]

Since you were just talking about him, let's go see Frank. Sinatra. At the Sands. 1966 or so?

[thatoldthatkind]

...Yeah.

[ It is true. Asking is never fun. Since when does he ask? Like, never.

The Doctor makes sure the family isn't watching before taking her a bit closer to the door. Just so they're not over heard or pulled into some sort of bobbing for apples. People still do that. Don't they? ]

Might be a bit tricky. I may have been there before. [ It's pretty hard to figure out the exact places he has been to see good ol' Frank. None the less, he's already walking off to the TARDIS and wriggling his fingers in thought. ]