Mistletoe Misunderstanding

justwritingscibbles:

Fic Request: 
– Can you do like a fluffy prompt mistletoe with Anti or Mare? Please? Pretty please with a Darkiplier on top? *Does puppy dog eyes* 

– For the requests, you don’t have to of course, but maybe, just possibly, kiss under the mistletoe with Anti? Just sorta fluffish/flirty-ish. Bonus points if person lives in a cabin in the woods

(I’ma do Anti cause he needs a little lovin’ for Chistmas)

This Christmas was going to be simple and easy going, you promised yourself. As easy and simple as it could get with Anti accompanying you to the little cabin you were renting out for a few days. 
Anti wasn’t all that excited about being in the woods. There would be electricity, but no TV (save for DVD’s) or computers or anything. He complained loudly that he would get easily bored, but tried to ignore him. He had been like this all month. A constant grump and stick-in-the-mud in the Septic House. And you thought getting him away from the other egos would help lift his mood. Get some time alone and without interruptions. 
But his mood seemed to sour upon looking at the small wooden cabin nestled in amongst the trees. 
“This is where we’re staying?” He asked, as if the thought was a bitter one. 
“Um.. yeah. This is my family’s cabin. No one actually comes out here, though. It’s usually rented out to other people.” You explained cheerfully. Trying to keep your own mood from plummeting. You stopped the car and got out, shivering a little from the cool temperature outside the car. Anti didn’t seem bothered by it. He only stared up at the cabin with a distasteful gaze. And you could have sworn he muttered “this is a waste of time.” under his breath. 
You hurriedly got your bags and went inside, watching Anti carefully as he took in the view of the decor. It wasn’t fancy, but neither was it bland. Paintings of forest scenes and waterfalls dotted the walls of the cabin. The lights flickered gently before coming to life, giving off a warm orange glow. 
“Huh, someone must have come up to decorate the place.” You noted with surprise. Playing with a bit of tinsel on the fireplace fondly. 
Anti still wore the same bored expression. But took it upon himself to fill the silence with music. He huffed a humorless laugh as carols started to play. 
“Tacky. Rustic. Yes, babe, this is a definite luxury cabin.” He said sarcastically and you sighed heavily. Half glaring at him as you snatched your bag from his hand. 
“If you don’t like it, you can go home then. Sorry I at least tried to make our first  Christmas a nice one.” You spat out the words before you could reign in your anger. Storming up the stairs to the master-bedroom.
For days he’s been like this. Everything didn’t seem to be to his standards and he’d be ticked off by the smallest things. You weren’t even surprised when he didn’t follow you upstairs. No doubt he had actually left. 
Maybe it was for the best. You did push him into coming. Basically cornered him and begged him to come. Had you been too forceful? 

“Hey (y/n), can you come downstairs?” You hard Anti call up. There was a short space of quiet before you heard a hesitant, “Please?” 
You left your half unpacked bag to descend into the main area. The fire was roaring, the warmth from it made the room seem lighter. Candles were flickering along the window sill, giving off a sweet fragrance. And you couldn’t help but smile as Anti grinned at you from his position next to the Christmas tree. The lights flashing their varied colors in a slow frenzy pattern. 
“I’m…sorry I’ve been a douche the past couple of days.” Anti said as you approached. “I just felt… I don’t know. Pressured? I don’t think that’s the right word, but anyway, with the holidays coming up the fuckwits back home kept annoying me with questions. Usually about you and me. And, since it was our first Christmas… I was sorta uncertain of what to do. And you know what I’m like when I get stressed.” Anti grinned sheepishly and snaked a hand into his coat, pulling out a terrible wrapped gift. He held it out to you and when you took it, he coughed awkwardly. “To be honest I think I’m doing this wrong, but… I’m kinda nervous for the holidays. It’s good to get out of the house for a bit.” 
You were confused, but eagerly opened your present from him. You almost dropped it when your chest bounced with giggles. In between the red paper and a whole lot of tape, was a small branch of mistletoe. Anti watched you nervously and his eyebrows furrowed when you started laughing. 
“Anti, this is adorable. But it’s not how mistletoe works.” You chuckled and Anti plucked the branch from your hands. Twirling it between his fingers. 
“How does it work then?” He asked, and you nudged his hand so it was dangling above the two of you. It was then you leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. One that Anti was not letting go quickly, and he chased your lips to prolong the touch. He was as gentle as always. His lips giving off a soft buzz that made your lips tingle whenever his tongue playfully tickled your lower lip. You felt him smile broadly. And you in return smiled as well.
It wasn’t until you needed to breathe did he pull away. His arm, the one not holding the mistletoe, had snaked around your waist to pull you against him. Your hands pressed against his chest, enabling you to feel the always-too-quick heartbeat under his rib-cage. 
“Like that.” You said breathlessly. “The pair have to be under the mistletoe for the kiss to start. Or walk under it at least.” 
Anti nodded, chuckling softly as is eyes flickered over your head towards the doorway. His smile stretching as he leaned closer to brush his lips over yours again. Ever eager for the touch. 
“Well, we walked under a branch at the door of the cabin. And considering you walked under it again coming in here, I think you owe me two more kisses.” You laughed and shrugged. Always happy to give the man some affection. He at least was in a better mood now.