#theme: mistletoe

[emry-stars-art]

matt 7 neil platonic?

Matt and Neil were requested for this one twice in quick succession and I gotta say. Incredibly correct of you both

Requests are open until the end of Dec ‘23 💕

[jhsharman]

decorate, Christmas edition

[waty-art]

Kotetsu and Barnaby in a Tiger & Bunny Christmas!

[pastellocaneo]

Lilliana holding a mistletoeeee, waving it around while she may or may not have an idea what a Mistletoe means in this context

the snowflake pattern itself is not made by me. I got it from here: Snowflake Seamless Pattern Vectors by Vecteezy

[wyrmscraft]

Christmas tree wall hanging for someone without the ability to get a tree.

[babygirlwolverine]

imma be under the mistletoe with you ❄️

it’s my favorite holiday season, and guess what?! dean and cas are kissing under the mistletoe!

deancaskiss >>>> deancasmistletoekiss 🎄💋

[teegeewrites]

Mistletoe Fun

Mistletoe Fun

Synopsis: This Christmas seemed poised to be another sweet but ordinary occasion for Luigi. However, thanks to the arrival of a certain flower princess, it transformed into one he would never forget.

This fic is as straightforward as it gets, so there’s not much to analyze. However, there is one notable distinction that makes Mistletoe Fun stand out from other works. It’s the first – and for now, only – story I’ve posted that is written from the first-person perspective. I’ve mentioned this more than a few times, but first-person perspective is my absolute favorite way to write. While working on this fic, I thought it would be ideal to narrate it through Luigi’s eyes, for I believed the more personal moments would resonate more powerfully in this format. Moreover, I’ve been eager to write another Luaisy story and with the holiday season in full swing at the time, what better occasion to celebrate a beloved ship of mine than with a Christmas-themed story?

I like to believe Mistletoe Fun is among the fluffiest and most enchanting stories I’ve ever penned. It was a delightful experience to bring to life, and I hope to create something just as heartwarming for the next holiday season. I also look forward to writing more first-person narratives in the future, whether they revolve around Mario or other fandoms and themes.

[yo-gummy-sharks]

Mistletoe the bear (same Birthday as me!)

🎄 🎀 🎄 🎀 🎄 🎀 🎄 🎀 🎄

[starlightkun]

FIVE FICS BEFORE FHE END OF THE YEAR?! MEL THATS LIKE A FIC EVERY THREE DAYS

- ✨ anon

i have a sungchan fic today, a kun fic on the 20th, another kun fic on the 22nd, ANOTHER kun fic on the 29th, and a jungwoo fic/drabble on the 30th 🫣🫣

[12daysofchristmas]

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Day 1 ❄️ First snow ❄️ Getting soaked ❄️ “Your hands are so cold.” ❄️ “I suppose it all started with the snow.” —Frosty the Snowman

Day 2 ❄️ Little lie ❄️ Trapped together in a snowstorm ❄️ “I thought you knew where you were going?!” ❄️ “I don’t know what to say, but it’s Christmas, and we’re all in misery.” —National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation

Day 3 ❄️ Accelerated heartbeat ❄️ Kissing in the snow ❄️ “Here, take my coat.” ❄️ “Let's hope the snow will make this Christmas right.” —Queen

Day 4 ❄️ Mulled wine ❄️ Playing board games ❄️ “I have no regrets.” ❄️ “Cheer up, dude. It's Christmas.” —How the Grinch Stole Christmas, 2000

Day 5 ❄️ Cookies ❄️ Holiday-themed contest ❄️ “That definitely looks… interesting?” ❄️ “That is exactly why you want a high-quality fire extinguisher right in the kitchen.” —The Santa Clause

Day 6 ❄️ Present ❄️ Making a new Christmas tradition ❄️ “Not another Christmas movie!” ❄️ “You say you hate Washington’s birthday or Thanksgiving, and nobody cares, but you say you hate Christmas, and people treat you like you’re a leper.” —Gremlins

Day 7 ❄️ Decorations ❄️ A little accident ❄️ “I was just trying to help!” ❄️ “I want my house to be seen from space.” —Deck The Halls

Day 8 ❄️ Touch starved ❄️ Telling secrets around the fire ❄️ “Sometimes the hardest part is forgiving yourself.” ❄️ “Santa, can't you hear me?” —Ariana Grande & Kelly Clarkson

Day 9 ❄️ Christmas fair/market ❄️ Late shopping (together) ❄️ “Hmm, this is actually not bad.” ❄️ “When you're still waiting for the snow to fall, doesn't really feel like Christmas at all.” —Coldplay

Day 10 ❄️ Surprise visit ❄️ Lighting scented candles ❄️ “I didn’t know you were here.” ❄️ “You’re skipping Christmas! Isn’t that against the law?” —Christmas with the Kranks

Day 11 ❄️ Fairy lights ❄️ Christmas party/ball ❄️ “I never want this night to end.” ❄️ “I won’t even wish for snow. And I’m just gonna keep on waiting, underneath the mistletoe.” —Mariah Carey

Day 12 ❄️ Feast ❄️ Indoor picnic by the tree/fireplace ❄️ “I baked your favourite cookie/pie/cake.” ❄️ “You are all I need tonight underneath the Christmas lights.” —Sia

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merr crimas

[doki-doki-imagines]

Who falls for the mistletoe trick? feat. mk1 Liu Kang, Johnny Cage, Tomas, Mileena, Kuai Liang

author note: another severe case of "I'll die if I don't post them today" LOL. Hope you'll like them!

Liu Kang -He falls for it. -For real? The creator of this timeline didn't expect a mistletoe from his partner at the entrance of their shared house? -Yes, Liu Kang knew from day one that this would happen, and he waited, breath itching and hands tingling in front of the doorstep each day since December started. -You point up, a knowing smirk on your face and Liu Kang acts surprised, white eyes widening a bit before looking down at you. "What a surprise, dear one." His voice is steady, like always, but your ears twitch, a mischievous undertone you can hear thanks to the time you spent together. "You knew this would happen right?" You said now in his open arms, steps lulling you, door closing thanks to Liu Kang's graceful kick. "Maybe" He looks up smiling like a fool "Now it is time to celebrate traditions." -You are the first to get closer, your lips pressed against his soft ones, his right hand finding peace in the back of your head, pushing you closer, the other on your lower back, moving in slow circle, his fire slowly enveloping you, his tattoos hidden under the bandages glowing faintly. -Liu Kang loves Earthrealm traditions.

Johnny Cage -He doesn't fall for it, but you do for sure. -Not like you had any chance when all the ceiling is filled with mistletoes. -He welcomes you with open arms, smiling from one ear to the other knowing perfectly well that you won't avoid celebrating the tradition. -He asks for a kiss each step you make, they are fast, simple smacks. -Till, one step at a time, the back of Johnny hits the table, your body now laying on his one, not a single breath of air to separate your bodies. -His kisses trail down your neck, his moist lips leaving you warm all over, his right hand lifting one of your legs. -It's time to take the matter in a more comfortable place… -Bonus: How could you not expect Johnny to have mistletoe-themed boxers? "Since you have been so loyal to the tradition it would be bad to break them now, no kitty?" He says smirking, while you don't know if you wanna die or laugh at the situation.

Tomas Vrbada -He falls for it! Congrats, it's not easy to surprise a ninja. -Tomas knows what a mistletoe means, he remembers when he watched with his sister Christmas movies, disgust plastered on his face. -Tomas feels giddy, a warmth that envelopes him completely. -He feels like a fool, a dumb kid during Christmas, a giggle escapes his mouth "So, don't I get a kiss?" His arms are open. -'It should be the other way around' you think, but it doesn't develop further, more excited to kiss your lover. -He is so overjoyed his legs become jelly, Tomas could only dream of being so loved by someone. -A simple gesture that brought him immense joy, fingers tapping on your back, playing your skin like a piano. -"Why so happy Tomas? Did I do something funny?" You question, lips barely apart. "You just reminded me of happy memories." He replies, hands now steady on your hips, grey eyes twinkling with joy.

Mileena -She…doesn't fall for it. Not because she knows what a mistletoe hanging from the ceiling means, but because of her observation skill. -"Dear, why there is a plant on the ceiling?" Voice rasped, head bending slightly. "Well, it's a long story…" -You explain to her what it means, never looking at her in the eyes, worried she find the tradition (and you) stupid. -She smiles, 'thank god' you think, her plush lips finding yours before you can finish the explanation, making you stutter. The kiss is fast and for sure not satisfying, leaving you aching for more. -"Is this fine, dove?" her arms lay on your shoulders, keeping your bodies close, lips so close, but also so far away… "I think I'll have to show you how to do this, Empress" You finally close the distance, courage finally sparked your soul. Mileena grunts, a shiver runs down her spine thanks to her fave honorific. -You didn't exchange just one kiss that day.

Kuai Liang: -He totally did notice the mistletoe but also doesn't know the meaning behind it so he just walks by. -"Ah, mister! Stop right there" Index finger touching his chest, hidden by so many layers of clothing "It's time to pay up." one hand caresses his cheek, while the other glides in his onyx locks, smirk plastered on your face. -But…he doesn't move? His brown eyes look at you questioning. "So you don't know about the mistletoe tradition, mh baby?" "Care to explain, fireball?" His eyebrows furrow, way more focused than he needs to be. -And so you do, looking at his face getting softer and softer at each phrase, just to end up snickering, a familiar sparkle in his brown eyes. -"You really find any occasion to get a kiss from me." "Are you saying you'd rather not?" You pull away, watching him in fake annoyance, eyes glued to his to notice if he takes the bait. -He does, a kiss fierce as he is, a kiss that leaves you breathless but that you wish it to be neverending. -"Is this fine?" Kuai Liang asks, a hint of jolly in his voice. "Yeah, but I think you should do that again, you know, just to be su-" -You won't need to finish the phrase.

[lyrashifts]

SCRIPTING IDEAS! ─── hogwarts events.

HALLOWEEN.

pumpkin carving contests (for house points).

themed herbology classes.

halloween masquerade ball.

costume contest (for house points).

waking up to candy beside your bed (house elves put candy beside your bed halloween morning).

haunted houses & mazes in hogsmead.

CHRISTMAS / WINTER HOLIDAYS.

yearly winter ball.

mistletoe will appear above the heads of couples or people will crushes on each other (this could be so chaotic and i love it).

ice skating.

cookie baking contest (for house points).

VALENTINES DAY.

valentine's day ball.

for older years, amortentia is made around this time.

divination love readings!!

EASTER.

school-wide easter egg hunt (for house points).

OTHER.

weekly house parties in the common room.

gryffindor hosts a 'welcome back' party but first years are encouraged to attend.

new year's eve ball & afterparty in the common rooms.

there's a harvest festival / carnival every autumn that lasts a few days.

bonfires on the quidditch pitch.

annual field trips to places in europe.

[siriuslylantsov]

mistletoe

pairing: spencer reid x reader

description: in which you and spencer decorate your apartment for christmas.

tags: fluff, roommate!spencer, gn!reader, idiots in love, pinning, decorating!, spencer lifts reader up super quick, reader teases spencer bcs its fun, a little singing.

a/n: woahhh first christmas fic. MY BAD i listened to our love by curtis harding when i wrote majority of this so it just became what it did (not rlly sure what that is). you'd think a reader fond of christmas would only be playing christmas songs (esp when decorating), but she doesn't even?? idk guys. also i gave a hack making a header for this one, might continue making them. anyway lmk what you think, happy reading :))

wc: 1.7k

“tacky, tacky, tacky...” you drone, fingers skimming over the themed trinkets and signs on the shelves. you’re christmas decor shopping with spencer. it's almost the end of november, which you personally think is too late (being a strict ‘christmas starts on november 1st’ believer), but you had no choice in the matter, wanting to wait for spencer's schedule to free up so you could go together. 

“oh cute!” you chirp, picking up a porcelain snoopy with a santa hat on. you show it to spencer, who trails behind you with a sparsely filled cart. “beside the-”

“tv,” he finishes for you, nodding in agreement. you place it in the cart and continue walking down the aisle.

“i hope you’re checking the price tags,” he muses from behind you, scanning over all the items. you shoot him a look paired with an unconvincing “yeah.”

“be serious,” he says, though a little amused.

“i am,” you step closer to him, meeting his somewhat challenging gaze. you try to hold your ground but something about the way his eyes crinkle at the corners as he squints at you makes you want to look away. “fine, i'll look over everything before check out. deal?”

he smiles, victorious. “deal.” he holds out his hand and you give it a firm shake before continuing your perusing.

you spend the next 2 hours like that, complaining about the abundance of generic things and squealing when you do find something nice. in the end, settling on an assortment of baubles, to add on to the ones you already had from last year, a new green blanket, a mulled-wine scented candle (that took you way too long to pick), the snoopy ornament, and 2 matching mugs which you had to sweet talk spencer into buying. you can never have too many mugs. 

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

you light the new candle and set it on the dining table, briefly glancing at the flame. the warmth on your face feels nice but you pull away quickly, knowing that if spencer catches you that close to the candle, he’ll chastise you about the fumes. 

he's digging through the closet for last year's decorations. the tree is already up–7ft something–tucked in the corner of the living room, bare and in dire need of some personality. he finds the box, and you pull out the fairy lights, starting to swirl the wire from the top down, spencer opposite you to help.

music faintly plays from your speaker, so you turn it up, landslide by fleetwood mac.

you circle around the tree with a handful of baubles, a collection of reds and whites, hanging them up where they felt right. spencer nudges you for approval on a few placements and you give him a reassuring smile. the two of you move in sync, on either end. he places a custom ornament of his team somewhere to the front of the tree. when you put up the last of the new ones, you take a step back and give it a good look. happy, spencer hands you the star. he hovers two tentative hands under your arms, over your rib cage, to lift you. there’s a stool near you that would’ve been perfectly fine, but you wiggle in his grasp anyway, telling him he can. despite his lanky frame, he picks you up with ease. you place the gold topper on firmly. when he puts you down you lean back into him, swaying. you hum quietly to the music. he presses his lips into your hair, lingering, before pulling away. you instantly miss his warmth, but you don't dwell on it, why should you?

the click of the kettle sounds from the kitchen, he's probably making tea. you think to tell him to use the new mugs, but he already knows. you're still swaying, head dipping up and down as you move across the room. you look through the box for more things to decorate with when your eyes land on a sprig of artificial leaves held together with a red bow.

“hey, when did we get mistletoe?” you call out, hoping your voice carries to the adjoining room.

“hmm?” he pokes his head through the door, looking at the item in your hand. “oh... penny got it for us last year, didn't put it up though.” he explains before returning to the tea, you put it in your pocket for later. you were well aware of what his teammates thought of you, or rather you and him. over the course of the 2 years you lived with spencer, you’d been taken to their family dinners and get-togethers as his plus one, never a girlfriend or a date, you. they ceased their relentless teasing for your benefit, but you knew spencer got the brunt of it when you weren't around. they mean well, they’re just annoying, he told you after you met them for the first time. 

you saunter over, ready to tease him. you can't help but want to, he's just so easy. plus, you think it's endearing when he's flustered. “you wanna put it up?” you ask with a smirk, leaning against the kitchen counter.

“what! oh- i don't know, no- uhm- well i don't mean no like it would be bad a bad thing- i just mean–” he stammers nervously, eyes wide and slightly panicked, before you cut him off with a laugh. 

“calm down, pretty. i'm just joshin’ ya.”

he lets out a sigh of relief, though it's laced in hidden disappointment. he wouldn't mind if you put it up, wouldn't mind at all. he hands you your mug, navy with little yellow speckles that resembled stars. with his own in hand, he leads you out of the kitchen.

you settle on the couch beside each other. your shoulder lightly bumps against his in steady beats because you're still swaying, as you blow at your drink. worried about you spilling he peels it from you and sets it down on the arm rest to cool on its own. your knee is bouncing now as the next song starts playing, our love. 

“there's a girl in town and words gone around she's just fine,” you sing quietly, head dropping onto his shoulder. “so i don't worry my head cause i know her heart is tied to mine.” you tip back onto the cushions, and you raise a dramatic hand to your chest, over your heart. “the life that we live and the love that i give to her. each day it grows more and more i'm sure, it shows. well,” you shift to face him, leaning closer. 

“our love, is a bubblin' fountain. our love, that flows into a sea. our love, deeper than any ocean. our love, for eternity.”

you quiet as the second verse starts playing, switching to mouthing the lyrics instead. you look at him with a reverie, head tilted in observation, that makes him nervous. “…he holds me down for sure.” in diligent self-sabotage, he combats this by starting to sing along with you, putting his mug down beside yours, effectively ending the moment as you spring in recognition.

your eyebrows furrow in amusement as you follow suit, planting your hands on his shoulders to move his in tow with yours. the angle is awkward, and he looks a little silly as he does it but it's fine. the chorus plays through and you tire, dipping your head back into his shoulder as he returns your mug to you, albeit still quietly mumbling the lyrics. 

you practically chug the tea, having reached an ideal temperature. spencer sits sipping slowly, a serial sipper. you curl into his side in the meantime, arm looped through his. after several minutes, he finishes and you take both mugs to the sink, rinsing them swiftly. 

you slowly but surely continue decorating. two stockings adorned with your initials hang from the key rack in the hallway. handmade paper snowflakes are stuck to the window, snowflakes that had you and spencer hunched over in concentration on the floor a few nights ago, tediously cutting away. you go back and forth on whether the tinsel would go well with the tree, realising all it missed was something sparkly, you wrap it around. spencer nails a simple wreath on the front door, there's a little purple bow on it. snoopy is placed in the midst of the trinkets that sat at your tv table–good choice, you think. you change out the pillowcases on the couch for ones with a red flannel pattern and throw the new blanket across the back. 

the space is perfect, standing in the middle of the room you take a deep breath. waxy candle scented greatness fills your senses, and somehow pine? from the wreath you assume. it's dimly lit, and the low light reflects off the sparkles on the tree gracefully. you wish you had a fireplace during times like this, you take a picture to preserve it anyway. 

you leave to change into your pyjamas, quickly so the cold doesn't linger on your skin. when you return to the living room you find spencer on the couch, a book perched in his lap. you come up to the back, mistletoe that you fished out of your pocket in hand. you crouch behind him, a little to his right, with the leaves dangling over his head. you graze it lightly on his hair and he looks up. his eyes widen slightly in realisation, but he doesn't try to move, he's intently still. with an amused huff, you lean in and kiss his cheek softly. he's still frozen in place, so as to prolong whatever's happening, a flush spreading across his face. you lean back and drop the sprig into the seat beside him. 

“goodnight spencer,” you whisper, suddenly timid. he touches his fingers to the area as you walk away. 

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

a few hours later, he walks into your room, quietly padding across the floor, to your side of the bed. he made the mistake of drinking a cup of coffee a few minutes after you left and now, he can't sleep, naturally. he bends and presses a kiss to your forehead, in some kind of implied reciprocation. you don't feel it, you don't even stir, but for now, that's alright with him.

he’ll put the mistletoe up, maybe in the doorway to the kitchen. and hope to god you both find yourselves under it at the same time.

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[creamflix]

First off, the theme for your Christmas event looks SO CUTE‼️‼️ whenever you like, could I please get inumaki and mistletoe (nice)? If you don’t write for him then sukuna would also be lovely. Happy early holidays!!

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"what in all hell are you doing now?" SUKUNA’s voice cut through the living room, deep and sharp, as you balanced precariously on your tiptoes, reaching for the corner of the doorway. your hands gripped a small sprig of mistletoe, determination etched on your face.

“decorating,” you replied simply, grunting as you strained for the spot. “it’s tradition.”

“tradition, my ass,” he muttered, arms crossed as he leaned against the wall, watching you with a mix of disdain and reluctant amusement. “this entire holiday reeks of idiocy. hanging weeds in doorways? for what purpose?”

you turned to glare at him. “it’s mistletoe! and you’re supposed to kiss under it. it’s romantic!”

his eyebrow twitched. “romantic. humans truly will find the most asinine excuses to lock lips.”

you huffed, stepping back to assess your failure. the spot was just out of reach, and no amount of stretching was going to help. sukuna sighed loudly, clearly basking in your frustration. 

“perhaps you should consider that your ridiculous traditions weren’t made for those of your stature.”

“well, maybe if someone taller helped,” you shot back, narrowing your eyes at him.

he smirked, sharp and mocking. “and soil my hands with this nonsense? no, thank you.”

you grumbled, stepping onto a nearby stool in a last-ditch effort. he watched as you wobbled dangerously, mistletoe still clutched in your determined grip. “if you break your neck over this stupidity, i’ll not be held responsible,” he drawled, though there was a flicker of something softer in his eyes as he stood straighter, ready to catch you if necessary.

then, without warning, he moved, snatching the mistletoe from your hands with a single swift motion. you blinked, startled, as he held it aloft, dangling it above the two of you. 

“what are you —”

“if you insist on this absurdity,” he muttered, his voice low, “then allow me to do it properly.”

before you could respond, he tugged you closer by the waist, his other hand still holding the mistletoe overhead. his lips crashed onto yours, firm and demanding, leaving no room for protest. the kiss was intense, stealing the breath from your lungs, and for a moment, you forgot all about your mission to decorate.

when he finally pulled back, you noticed the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, though he was clearly trying to suppress it. 

“there,” he said, his tone dripping with mockery. “is that sufficient for your foolish tradition?”

you blinked up at him, breathless. “that was —”

“don’t say anything,” he interrupted, tossing the mistletoe onto the nearby table. “and if you attempt to hang that wretched thing anywhere else, i shall burn it.”

but as he turned to leave, you caught the tiniest glimmer of amusement in his crimson eyes. for all his complaining, you could tell he didn’t hate it as much as he pretended. in fact, you’d even wager he enjoyed indulging you — just a little.

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[tteokdoroki]

aali it's almost kiss-ur-boss-under-the-mistletoe time again but with katsuki instead this time ehe hope ur doing okay as well <33

seasonal mistletoe !!!!!! I feel like bakugou doesn’t care much about christmas unless it’s for the sake of others?

like his sidekicks and interns at the agency always beg him to decorate, so he lets them. gives them that nice shiny gold black card and says “buy whatever you want. s’on me.” but then instantly regrets the decision because it looks like Santa vomited all over the dynamight agency.

then there’s you, bakugou’s PR manager with your desk tucked away in the corner and he has to profusely apologise because number one hero deku (for that week) managed to convince his interns it was okay to throw dynamight themed tinsel all over your desk and work furniture.

please, katsuki finds himself melting when you dismiss him and laugh — you find it sweet. you didn’t even know grumpy number two dynamight even had a line of Christmas decorations. it makes him blush.

you stand up from your desk and katsuki splutters, tries to find excuses — it’s PR, good for his rep if he’s family festivity friendly and when you laugh again he feels like might explode. especially when you stand only inches away from him now.

“there’s mistletoe too, katsuki,” you hum, teasing your boss lightly. “did you have your poor interns put that there too?”

“put that shit where?” he looks up, panic and slightly pissed at his meddling interns — though it was probably down to that idiot deku.

you roll your eyes in amusement and use the mistletoe as your excuse to stand on your yipeee grab the grumpy blonde pro hero by his shoulders, pressing a slow yet tantalisingly sweet kiss to your boss’ lips. “right here,” you say in a low whisper, angling your head to the other side to continue the kiss.

with a hooded and husky ruby stare, bakugou wastes no more time and delves into the heat of your mouth to complete the mistletoe induced lip lock — grinning proudly against your lips when you whimper against him, swept off your feet by the burly pro hero.

around the corner, izuku midoriya and a hoard of interns watch smugly as katsuki wraps an arm around your waist while he deepens the kiss — knowing their mission was a success.

“cover your eyes kids!” he squeaks, not sure how much longer their mission will stay safe for work.