I Couldn't Come Up With A Title So Have A Late Christmas Fic
Alternatively: 4 times Illinois could've kissed you under the mistletoe and 1 time he did
Illinois x gender neutral!reader
@speedyprofessionalpandaweasel ty for the request
A/N: here it is guysssss I ain't dead yet fuckers ahaha. I meant to finish this at Christmas and then I dislocated my shoulder. so. Illinois x reader, Christmas Fic. 4+1 things(I'm too lazy for 5+1) uhhhhh i didn't feel like going through and finding a screenshot so yeah no picture this time. Fluff/comedy. Yeah. Enjoy.
Illinois sighed in annoyance. He was spread out on your couch, taking up as much room as possible, yet still acting like he was upset. You had refused to go on an adventure with him because you wanted to spend Christmas with your friends and family. Sure, Illinois was your friend, but you didnât exactly want to spend your holidays running for your life.
You were decorating your living room and Illinois was being whiny and refusing to help. He just kept complaining to you.
âCome on, Y/N!â He groaned. âIâm so bored!â
âThen go on an adventure.â
âWell, thereâs no point if youâre not going!â You rolled your eyes.
âFine! Can you at least get me the wreath from the box upstairs?â Illinois whined but got up.
He walked up a flight of stairs to the attic of your house. Normally, you wouldnât be able to afford this, but the price went way down after someone was âaccidentally murderedâ there. At least thatâs what Wilford said.
Illinois dug through the box of decorations. He found lots of ribbons and lights, but no wreath like youâd asked. He frowned and dug through again. Still nothing.
âHey, Y/N?â He called, âI canât find any wreathâŠâ
âWhat? I just bought it yesterday!â You groaned. Just then, Illinois saw red out of the corner of his eye.
âHang onâŠâ He heard you stand up and begin to walk over. He pushed the box to find a new wreath with a red bow. âA-ha!â He stood and walked back down the stairs. âY/N, I found the--â He cut himself off as he saw something hanging above the doorway.
He panicked for a moment, rushing to tear it off of the doorway and hide it behind his back. You showed up at the doorway not a second later. You stared at his strange expression with a sort of curiosity.
âYou good?â You asked slowly.
âIn more ways than one.â He winked. You scoffed and snatched the wreath from his hand, walking away.
âHaha.â You said dryly.
âOh, come on! You always blush at my flirts!â He complained.
âNot anymore, Iâm immune!â You called back. He smiled and chuckled softly. He looked back at the mistletoe in his hand and then at the doorway.
It hadnât been there before⊠had it?
No big deal. He got it down, thatâs all that mattered.
Now to make sure he got all the other ones that were destined to show upâŠ
You started decorating the outside of your house the next day. Since it was so close to Christmas, you only went with a couple of colorful lights and a blow-up snowman. You were on a ladder putting up lights while Illinois put air in the snowman and watched the ladder to make sure you werenât gonna fall.
âHow longâs this gonna take?â He asked loudly. The air pump was very loud and he wanted to make sure you could hear him.
âNot long,â you said, knowing fully that this was going to take a long time for Illinoisâ standards.
âYou sure?â He asked, suspicious.
âYep,â You lied, âJust these lights. Pretty simple.â Illinois nodded and focused on the snowman in front of him. He sat and watched it inflate, resting his chin on his palm.
His thoughts drifted to the day before. Where did that mistletoe come from? You had told him that you didnât really like mistletoe, forcing people to kiss when they didnât want to seemed kind of scummy. He agreed, but what if they did want to? What if the mistletoe let them discover their feelings for one another in a hesitant yet tender kiss?
God, he was watching too many of those Hallmark Christmas moviesâŠ
Illinois let out a slightly sad sigh, and you paused your decorating. You turned to him, an eyebrow raised.
âWhatâs wrong, Illy?â You asked gently. He shook his head.
âNothing, Iâm alrightâŠâ He said. You frowned and started climbing down the latter. Illinois turned to you and glanced up for a moment. His eyes widened as he scrambled to his feet.
Again? Where did it come from?!
âStop!â He yelled and held a hand out. You blinked and froze. âDonât come any closer!â
âIlly, whatâŠâ you began to look above you
You were hit right in the face with something cold and wet. You shouted in surprise and slight pain. You shook your head and wiped your face. Did he really just throw a snowball at you? You narrowed your eyes at him. He smiled awkwardly back.
âUh⊠snowball fight?â He said in a small voice. You looked so angry. He thought youâd explode.
Suddenly, you started to laugh. It started with a small snicker and grew into a roar of laughter. Illinois stared at your happy face and felt himself begin to chuckle as well. You both just stood there for a moment, laughing, before you bent down to scoop a handful of snow. You packed it into a tight ball and smiled widely at the adventurer. He quickly grabbed his own handful and dove behind a nearby bush. You had thrown your snowball and barely hit his thigh.
You two laughed and threw snowballs for ten minutes. You both stood panting after a while, faces red and covered with snow. You wiped your face with your sleeve and sighed.
âI uh⊠I think we should head on inside,â You suggested. Illinois nodded and followed you to the door. He paused at the doorway and looked back up at the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. He squinted before grabbing a bunch of snow, packing it into a ball and hurling it at the small plant. He hit it dead on and it fell to the ground.
Illinois smiled as he looked over at you while putting ornaments on the tree. You were intently watching an ornament swing back and forth, hoping it didn't fall. He chuckled quietly and picked another one from the box.
"I have never seen someone so serious about Christmas," he commented. You hummed, but didn't take your eyes off of the tree as you picked up an ornament. He let out a breathy chuckle and stepped away from the tree.
âHow long have we been doing this?â He yawned. You shrugged in response. âOkay, what time is it?â You glanced up at the clock.
â1:00 a.m.?!â He shouted. You turned to him.
âThatâs what I said, 1:00 a.m.â
âJesus Christ, Y/N!â He groaned and grabbed up his satchel, along with his coat.
âWhatâs the problem?â He froze with his hand on your doorknob and slowly turned to you. You sat there, blinking in confusion.
âThe problem is itâs super fucking late and Iâm going home!â
âWait! Wait, wait, wait!â You called out. You scrambled to your feet and grabbed his hand. He snapped his head towards you and you pulled away. His hand twitched, missing the feeling of your hand in his already.
âItâs⊠itâs really late⊠you can stay here if youâd like?â You suggested. He raised an eyebrow.
âI donât⊠have any clothesâŠâ
âWilford left some of his pajamas, you can wear some of those!â Illinois squinted, wondering why you had Wilfordâs pajamas.
âWhere would i sleep?â
âYou could sleep in my bed!â He widened his eyes. âJ-Just as friends, though!â
âI donât knowâŠâ He said hesitantly. You took his hand. He flushed a bit.
âCome on, Illy. I donât want you getting hurtâŠâ You said. He sighed and looked down at your hand clutching his. You were worried, he supposed that was a valid reasonâŠ
âAlright, alright,â He sighed. You grinned and went to your bedroom, Illinois following.
You let him change into pajamas before reentering your room. You both climbed into the bed and tucked yourselves under the blanket.
âNight, IllyâŠâ You whispered. He nodded. You turned your lamp off and turned on your side. Illinois sighed and stared up at your ceiling with his arms folded on his stomach.
He was about to sleep in a bed. Your bed. In which you were sleeping as well. He thought he was dreaming. He couldnât let this go to waste. Maybe he couldâŠ
âWhat if we⊠cuddledâŠâ He said after five minutes. You turned towards him and, even in the dark, he could see the confused look on your face. âKidding⊠unless?â You snorted and laid back down. He let out a small sigh and went back to staring up.
âIt was worth a shotâŠâ He mumbled and closed his eyes. He suddenly felt something wrap around his torso, so he opened his eyes and looked at you. You had your arms around him, and were snuggling into his side. You looked⊠content. And very, very cute.
Illinois wasnât sure if he could take it anymore.
He smiled a bit and settled in, closing his eyes.
And then he snapped them back open. He saw a hint of green on the bedpost. He slowly took a knife from his satchel and cut it down.
âIlly, whas wrong?â You mumbled. He pet your head.
âNothing, itâs fineâŠâ You sighed and snuggled further into him. He smiled and put the knife back in his satchel. He closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling of your body against his.
He really liked the feeling.
Maybe you could do this more often...
Illinois yawned and leaned back on the couch as you sat on the floor, wrapping presents. You had wanted to get each of the egos something that year, so you had a lot of presents. You just got back from the store, where Wilford tagged along to help.
Illinois had gone with you two and acted a bit weird the whole time. He crossed his arms and huffed when you started gushing over a teddy bear in a suit youâd buy for Dark. That was only the time you noticed him.
You dropped Wilford back at the mansion on the way back to your house, and the man had kissed you on the cheek. You flushed a bit and chuckled in response. You were aware that Wil was very affectionate and it didnât mean anything. Illinois, however, was extremely pissy about this. He folded his arms and stared out the window. You laughed at the action.
âWhatâs up with you?â You had asked. He didnât answer, so you left it alone.
When you got home, you took out many different patterns of wrapping paper and threw them on the floor, wanting to get the wrapping done as soon as possible. Illinois refused to help, so he just laid on the couch watching Christmas movies.
âIllinois, help me with the presents,â you commanded after struggling for five minutes
âBecause Iâm invested in this movie.â You turn to the TV to see what he was so invested in.
âThe credits are rolling.â You point out.
âI donât see your point.â
âCan you at least get Wilfordâs present from my room?â You asked. Illinois furrowed his eyebrows. Why were you keeping his gift in your room?
He scoffed and walked into your room, picking up a cardboard box from the nightstand. He scowled at the box, wondering what you got Wilford that was so damn big. And probably expensive.
His mind drifted to what you got him⊠it probably wasnât nearly as good as what you got any of the other egos. This was the only package you said you got delivered and everything else you bought with him and Wilford. Maybe you got him something unimportant, something you wanted to get rid of. Or maybe you didnât get him anything at allâŠ
Or maybe you were the one putting up all the mistletoe and his gift would be a kiss from youâŠ
Absolutely not. You would never.
The adventurer brought the box into the living room, dropping it in front of you and making you yelp. You stood up and crossed your arms while standing directly in front of Illinois.
âWhat is your problem?â You asked exasperated. He looked up to avoid eye contact but noticed mistletoe stuck to the ceiling. He opted to look to the side and hope you didnât notice it too.
âNothing, Iâm fine.â
âIlly, youâre obviously not.â He frowned at the nickname, knowing you were trying to butter him up. He glanced at you, seeing your worried face, and began to feel bad. Why was he jealous? He had no right to be. You werenât dating himâŠ
He sighed and smiled at you softly.
âIâm okay,â He lied. You tilted your head at him.
"Good. Now," you stepped back and pointed at the pile of items on the floor, "help me with these." He smiled warmly.
Christmas Day, you went to Markiplier Mansion for a party. A lot of the egos showed up, which made you really happy. The ones who didnât, youâd just tell someone to give them their present at a later time.
You and the egos sat in Wilfordâs living room. None of them had really brought any presents, except for Eric, Bing, and Wilford. Once all the presents were passed out, they were instructed to open them by Dark. All of the egos were so happy with their presents, and you felt so proud of your choices. Wilford helped too, but that doesnât matter.
After opening presents, everyone scattered across the mansion to mingle, eat, drink, or just watch everyone else. You slid up to Illinois, who was holding a glass of eggnog, with your own mug of hot chocolate.
âDid Wilford put something in this eggnog too?â You asked.
âNo, â Illinois laughed, âBim made this.â
âIâm not sure thatâs betterâŠâ
âYeah, me neitherâŠâ He said, drinking some more. You chuckled at him and turned to the crowd.
âYou think they could get along like this normally?â You voiced a thought.
âHa, never.â You turned to him, a curious look.
âEh⊠too proud. Too selfish. Too annoyingâŠâ He named traits present in almost all of the egos.
âYeah⊠youâre probably rightâŠâ You sighed, looking down at your drink. Illinois, noticing your falling mood, decided to try and bring something positive to the conversation.
âI mean⊠if you got Eric and King and Bing, Yancy, even Mark, then⊠maybe.â
âYeah⊠maybeâŠâ You smiled a bit. You both stood, watching them all interact. It was nice to see nobody fighting, yelling, killing⊠Just friends enjoying each otherâs company.
âOh!â You gasped, making Illinois jump, âI almost forgot!â You turned to him with a grin and took his hand.
âWha-â He began to protest.
âCome with me,â You demanded. He nodded and you dragged him through the mansion, upstairs and into a room.
The room was dark, the light being very dim, and he saw a bed with a box on it. His heart started to race.
Oh God, oh God. Is this it? Is it really happening? His thoughts raced through his head as you brought the box over to him.
âNowâŠâ You stopped in front of him, âClose your eyes.â
âUh, Y/N, I-I donât know ifâŠâ He stuttered. You rolled your eyes.
âTrust me, IllyâŠâ He sighed and nodded, closing his eyes. He heard the sound of a box opening, and his hat being taken off. It was replaced by some sort of headband. He was very confused.
âAlright, open âem.â Illinois opened his eyes. They widened at the mistletoe in front of his eyes. He looked up even further and saw that it was coming from the headband on his head. His face flushed and he looked back at you. He opened his mouth to say something, and was cut off my you pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. It only lasted a couple seconds before you tried to pull away. Illinois grabbed your waist and pulled you forward, making you squeak. You laid your hands on his shoulders, and he tilted his head. He kissed you deeply, wanting to savor the moment and never wanting you to pull away. Yet you did, when you heard giggling and gagging from behind you. Illinois turned around, seeing most of the egos peeking through the door.
âI told you the headband was the perfect gift!â Wilford said proudly from somewhere in the crowd. You kept your hands on Illinoisâ shoulders and pushed him back, towards the door.
âYeah, you were right,â you said impatiently. Illinoisâ back hit the door, forcing it to close as he was pushed against it. âNowâŠâ you locked the door and looked up at Illinois, his face red from your confident demeanor.
