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Travis didn’t like this Frankie guy. And he sure as shit didn’t like the things he said about Lou. Or the way he’d thrown a punch at Travis within minutes of their first meeting. It was fine. He’d dealt with punks before. He didn’t have to like it, or the demand that he finish a deal for Stack with the punk.

He could do this.

But things went bad. Sullivan had no intentions of playing by Stack’s rules, it seemed, and.... Travis had gun.

The blond man with Frankie didn’t seem a threat. Nor much of anything besides a decorative piece of muscle. But when he had drawn his weapon, the punk ran and the blond shoved Travis’ arm down. Probably thought Travis would put a hole in the carpet. No big. Instead, the blond, he hadn’t caught his name, buckled when the bullet went through his knee.

“Ah, fuck me....” Travis growled, tugging off his belt to make a tourniquet.

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‘mistle mistle’

Under the mistletoe | Not accepting | @misshoodoolady

He wanted to kiss her anyway. The mistletoe above her head was as good an excuse as any. Travis wrapped an arm around her, stepping in closer. “You look beautiful, you know?” he said, pulling her into a long kiss.

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mistle mistle (any verse)

Under the mistletoe | Not accepting | @beautifullybrokenbrass

He was running out the door, arms heavy with what he’d taken. Throwing it all into the open back window, he kept one tiny thing. Travis got into the front seat, the door barely shut before she was jamming her foot on the gas and tearing from the lot with a spray of gravel and a slight fishtail. The back window went up and he opened his hand.

The little store had been decorated to the nines for the holiday. And on the way out, he snagged the little sprig of mistletoe from the door and now held it above Bullet’s head, kissing her while she drove like a bat out of hell.

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❆ holiday plots for all your shipping needs ❆

❄ muse a is sick of their family making fun of them and saying that they’re going to end up with 28 cats someday at every family gathering they’ve ever attended. enter muse b, a charismatic (and sometimes flirty) coworker who muse a pays to be their “date” for the holidays optional: “oops, i just kissed you in front of my family because they were pestering us and i’m not sure if you felt what i did, but wow”

❄ muse a is throwing a christmas party and now it’s almost 4 am and the music still hasn’t stopped and, frankly, muse b is over it

❄ muse a slips and falls on a patch of ice on their way to buy some egg nog & cookie dough and thinks their wrist might be broken. muse b happens to be walking by as this happens and initially laughs at muse a for being so clumsy before realizing it might be serious and now they’re the asshole who laughed at a hurt person

❄ muse a’s car breaks down in a small town they’re passing through to get to their parents’ house for thanksgiving/christmas dinner. muse b works in the restaurant right down the street that muse a happens to walk into to borrow a phone, but comes to find out that there’s no mechanic doing business this late at night/this close to the holidays, but muse b offers to help (could offer to fix the car/drive muse a to their parents’ it’s really up to you)

❄ muse a and muse b are in the same friend group and everyone has been trying to get them together for months. cue the christmas party where the two are - quite literally - shoved under an arch with mistletoe hanging over them

❄ muse a and muse b are coworkers who never really got along, but at the office holiday party they both get a little too drunk and end up in the same bed the next morning

❄ muse a doesn’t have a significant other to kiss at midnight, as usual. new year’s comes along and they decide to all go downtown and barhop for the night. when the countdown rolls around, muse a still has no one, until muse b grabs them and kisses them as the clock hits 12. optional: they never exchange names or numbers, but muse a goes back to that same bar the following new year’s with the hopes that muse b maybe wanted to see them again, too

❄ muse a has always been attracted to their coworker, muse b, that much is clear to most everyone who works there. when they’re the only people assigned to work christmas eve and only have three customers the whole shift, they realize just how much they have in common optional: or don’t have in common

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