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@multiverseofmuses​‘ julie sent: "now, where else would i be?" 

Luke stared at Julie, smile growing the longer he took in her beauty. Where else would she be? He didn't really care about an answer to that question because it didn't matter. Not when she was here, perfectly haloed by the setting sun at the garage's entrance, light filtering through her tight curls.

His feet carried him toward her, his eyes searching hers the closer he got. His heart felt like a kick drum in some punk song, thundering and constant. But he didn't care if she heard it. All he wanted to know was if her heart beat as crazy as his when they were near. He dared to reach forward and brush his knuckles along her cheek. The soft skin invited him since he first held her face after the Orpheum.

He still couldn't find a good reason to answer her question because he didn't care about the answer. Not when all he could think about was kissing her -- a thought he had more often than he wanted to admit. Which left him with one question for her.

"Julie," He whispered, head bending closer to hers, thumb stroking her cheek. "Can I kiss you?"  

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@himbohotel​ sent: ❛❛ I’m never leaving this blanket nest ever again. ❜❜ Reggie declares from under a mass of comforters that would have suffocated him if he were still alive. Maybe.

The pile of blankets Reggie nested himself in made Luke's lips twist into a lopsided grin. "You are such a dork." He chuckled, squatting in front of Reggie. "I got some bad news for you, though. You can't stay in there forever. How can you play bass covered in all of that?"

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@multiverseofmuses​ sent 🌿Julie to Luke

“Whoa.” Luke ground to a halt after poofing into the garage space. Lights and paper chains decorated the ceiling while a tiny tinsel tree sat on top of Julie’s mom’s piano. Pillows reading Joy to the World and Feliz Navidad sat on the couch, and ribbons and streamers wrapped around the exposed columns. Christmas had thrown up in the garage, no doubt thanks to Reggie. Or maybe Julie. Luke didn’t exactly know her relationship with Christmas, but given that she was fiddling with a tree topper star, he was sure she liked it a little more than him. But he liked it a little more, knowing she stood right beneath a sprig of mistletoe.

“You know you’re standing under mistletoe?” Luke approached, waiting until she turned to press a chaste kiss to her lips. He hummed against them. Even the smallest kisses warmed his body and made him feel like he was glowing again.

“I think I like this holiday tradition best.” He whispered, pulling a fraction of a hair away from her lips.  

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@manhattanopus​ sent: Mistletoe

Christmas was always a rough time for Goob—not because of the usual reasons, like the lack of family or the cold or running around for gifts or New York’s crazy crowded streets and subways. But because he was too tall. He barely fit through doorways, and now doorways and archways and hallways and everything was dripping with tinsel and décor, and he often forgot to duck. Which is how the mistletoe smacked him square in the forehead.

“Ow!” Rubbing his head, Goob looked down, ready to grumble from surprise and annoyance, only to see May standing in front of him. “I’m fine.” He waved his hand in the air. “The mistl—” He paused mid-speech realizing that the two of them were both under the mistletoe, which meant—Well, rules were rules. Fingers brushing over her cheek, Goob leaned down, pressing a chaste kiss to Mayven’s lips.

Okay, maybe Christmas wasn’t so bad.

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Roses are red

Violets are not blue

It’s possible we don’t write much

But I still love following you!

Roses are red

Violets are blue

All I wanna know is

WHO ARE YOU?

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@himbohotel​ sent: 🎅 – one of our muses is dressed as santa and the other sits in their lap

A smirk settled on his lips. Honestly, he intended to scope out the Alex situation Belle told him about from afar, but he was glad he got in the line. He waited between parents and their children, checking out each elf that passed into the Santa-land display in the middle of the mall. None of them were tall enough to be Alex. He thought Belle was messing with him until he saw the head-elf himself as he neared the front of the line.

After the family ahead of him said their final goodbyes (or more like screams with the youngest kid), Luke hardly waited for the elf at the head of the line to wave him through before half-skipping to Santa and sitting on his lap, practically kicking a leg into the air as he threw one arm around Alex Claus. “How ya doin’, Santa baby?”

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@shesdaylight​ sent: “ i’m  as  in  the  dark  as  you  are . ”

Goob didn't like that one bit, twiddling his thumbs next to Rapunzel as they waited in the couch for Rapunzel's mother to come back in. He forced himself to take measured breaths just like he did at bat. Fears tickled the front of his brain. What if she was sending him back? Or the agency was sending him to another family? What if he was going further away?

The frightened boy looked down at his hands. "D-do you think its about me?"