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A/N: I decided to use a prompt for this one! Here's the prompt;

Premise: Person A hangs mistletoe and stands under it. Person B doesn't know what mistletoe is, and doesn't understand why Person A has been standing under the weird ceiling booger for ten minutes. 

Prompt by kogami on tumblr! Enjoy!

Also, don't fUCKING HURT ME BC IT'S A CHRISTMAS ONE BC IDGAF


You were celebrating Christmas with none other than Hank Anderson, and his adoptive android son. You weren't really one to go out to some massive party, for a holiday you should be spending with family anyways, and neither were Connor or Hank.  You were wearing a red sweater with some basic festive designs on it, and some white leggings underneath.  It was Christmas Eve at the time and you and Connor, mainly Connor, were decorating the house with lights, ornament, candy canes, and anything you could think of. Ever since the android revolution a few months ago, they finally had their free will, and you and Connor had started dating about two months back, most likely making this his first Christmas with his deviant self. in play.

Your (E/C) eyes sparkled in the lights, admiring the work you two had just finished. "Jesus, that took long enough. What do you think, Connor? Does it look nice?" You had given him a warm smile, awaiting his response. "Yes, it looks very nice. Adds color to Hank's house." He gave a soft laugh, and oh boy. No matter how many times he did it, it always managed to make you smile. You had loved everything about him, even the things you didn't. He caught you staring, and a playful smirk spread across his lips. "See something you like, (Y/N)?" "No." His smirk faltered, and he looked kinda sad now. You approached him, placing your hands on his chest. "I see something I love." A light blue blush spread on his face, as a happy smile was returned to his face. Pulling away, you remembered that you needed to hang up one more thing.

The mistletoe.

The time old Christmas tradition. You had pulled a stool over, and stood on it, successfully hanging it from the ceiling. Now all she had to do was wait.

Some time had passed, and Connor was just doing some minor things around the house to make it look as neat as possible before Hank woke up in the morning. She was getting more and more impatient by the minute.

11:57

It was getting extremely close to midnight, and she was slowly getting tired. He did watch her hang it up and was aware that it was there, he just didn't exactly know why you did. "Hey, Connor! Can you come here a second?" You called him over, and he approached you. "What's up? Is there something you need?" Oblivious and innocent. You sighed. You couldn't blame him though. All you did was point to the plant hanging from the ceiling. "You do know that that plant is poisonous, and you might die if you happen to consume it, right?" You facepalmed and groaned. You did indeed know it was poisonous, but that's not what you were talking about. "Connor, you are aware of what mistletoe and Christmas have to do with each other, right?" You couldn't have been any more obvious, it was almost painful to talk about.

11:59

He stared at her, before speaking up. "Ah. I see what you want me to do now." A sigh of relief left your mouth as he got closer to you. He leaned down, his head hovering next to yours as he started to quietly speak. "Oh, and (Y/N)? I knew what mistletoe was. I just couldn't wait to kiss you in the morning." 

12:00

Your mouths connected, and he rested his hands on your hips. Pure bliss was all the could be felt right now. Although he could most likely kiss forever, you couldn't. You pulled back, slightly panting. "Merry Christmas, (Y/N). I love you." A cute smile was put onto both of your faces, as you replied. "I love you too, Connor. Now, can we go to bed? I'm really tired after all of that waiting you made me do." You giggled, as you both made your way to his bedroom.

Christmas was awesome. And she knew he would sure as hell do the same thing next year.

But she wasn't complaining in the slightest, and neither was he.




A/N: Oof heya I got bored and wrote this

I know it's September rn, but I felt like I had to write something for that prompt. Like it couldn't wait, I had to write it lmao

But I still hope you guys enjoyed it anyways!

Word Count: 787 Words

Crystal, out!

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