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there was a pit in lucas's stomach. he hated fighting, well at least with his friends or people he cared about. getting into a physical fight, now that was a different story. it was hurting someone emotionally that really sucked and unfortunately he had been doing that a lot lately. which is why when he caught a glimpse of brooke after the game, he was running after her. "brooke, wait! come on. you have to talk to me eventually." or, at least he hoped she would. man, he missed middle school when everything was just a little bit simpler and it was him and haley against the world and he didn't mess up so much. "c'mon, please brooke!"
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she puts on a tough outer shell, and while she has slowly learned how to peel away the layers, it is still there. that cocky, stereotypical cheerleader facade. she narrows her eyes gazing at the other woman, her arms folding across her chest. "are you sure you want to do that?"
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she's leaning against the counter, staring at the glass of water in front of her. a finger tracing the rim of the glass. a few days ago, this was the last thing she would've expected to happen and in the span of 24 hours her boyfriend was stabbed, had surgery, a clean bill of health, and then suddenly he suffered a heart attack and was just gone. he was perfectly healthy, it just didn't make any sense. "i'm still just trying to wrap my head around it." nearly 48 hours without dex now, one day at a time. she didn't lknw how else to do it expect to keep moving forward. "it just sucks. i know you know that... why do people always have to leave us."
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he had things he knew he needed to talk to sasha about, but right now the last thing he wanted to deal with was his current situation. with his cup now filled with coffee he takes a long sip. a part of him was sort of hoping that the coffee wouldn't just help perk him up for the day, but also magically make all of his problems go away. he knew he had a long battle ahead. one he never saw coming.
"well, good. I'm glad." he knew as well as any other quartermaine how brutal tracy could be, at any hour of the day. "right!" he adds, slightly more enthusiastic. "in that case I hope that her cheerful mood lasts as long as possible. preferably through christmas cause, hey, at least you managed to help us have a real thanksgiving around here for once. although, i have to admit i really don't mind the pizza. it was about time we broke that curse!"
Pregnant.
Just when Sasha thought her life couldn’t possibly get more complicated than the double whammy that Cody Bell was her paternal cousin and Robert Scorpio was her biological father, the universe had to go and throw her one more curveball by leaving her with a little souvenir from her messy, drunken one night with Michael. Keeping the truth from him certainly wasn’t the easiest thing she’d ever done, especially after she’d made the decision that she indeed intended to keep the baby, but she wasn’t about to put all of that on him, especially given what he was already going through with Willow and Drew.
“Hey,” she repeated his greeting back to him, warm smile on her face as she tucked a stray lock of hair behind her right ear. It might have been early, but she’d decided to get a jump start on baking some Christmas cookies in an effort to keep herself distracted. Breakfast had already been cleared, and the majority of the house was either on their way off to work or school for the day, leaving her with too much time to think about too many things if she didn’t keep herself properly occupied. “Actually, it’s been surprisingly trouble free,” she confessed, fairly certain she knew the reasoning behind the lack of unnecessary commentary and unwanted opinions. “I think she’s been a little preoccupied with LuLu’s return, though, so that might have something to do with it.”
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"of course it is!" the blonde reassures. "and you know you are always welcome to stay with us." she knew sofia knew that, but she was always happy to remind her. "so what do you all need help with? do you have things with you? I can take a few hours to get you settled back at the house. unless you would rather get settled yourself. whatever you need sweetheart."
sofia was nervous about coming back home, she had made such a big deal about wanting to get away from seattle. that she wanted to make a name for herself, to explore somewhere new. but now she knew this was where she was meant to be. "it is?" she asked with a smile, though she knew her parents would be happy about having her close, they flew out as much as they could but it was never enough. not when they were all so close. "you know you have an eye for finding good apartments. do you mind if i stay with you and mom until i find a place?" she asked, though she already knew the answer.
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Give me more parent-child things!
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"are you sure you know what you're doing?"
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she's sliding a slice of freshly made pie in front of the other, offering a warm smile along with it. "here, try this. on the house. should make you feel better."
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lucas's clean laundry was currently sprawled out all over his bed. he's slowly making his way through folding it and putting it away. rolling a pair of socks up he is quickly tossing it in haleys direction. "think fast hales!" a soft laugh escaping his lips as he watches his best friends reaction, finally grabbing her attention. "what's on your mind anyway?"
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charlotte was not a big fan of hospitals. not that many kids would be, but she had a few too many experiences. but nothing topped the reason she was currently laying in that hospital bed. she'd been shot. by her fathers girlfriend. sure, it was an accident but charlotte certainly was not seeing it that way and she didn't want anna anywhere near her. in fact, she didn't feel safe even there. the last thing she wanted was for her father to leave her side, and she took it personally that he wasn't there for her 24/7.
there was just a lot going on in the young blondes life. she might ride down the emotional roller coaster, but at least there was dr. frost. not only had he saved her life, but he was one of the few people that made her feel safe there and she let her guard down for him. "be honest with me doc, am i gonna have a cool scar or is it going to look dumb, 'cause i took a bullet so i feel like that deserves a cool scar. right?"
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I’m done reading about heroes. I want to be one.
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Send 🌨 for our muses to get trapped in a snowstorm together.
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her arms wrap around her aunt, a squeal of excitement escaping her lips. her life in california was great, but there was nothing like coming back to port charles. no matter how much she grew, this place still felt like home too.
"you're welcome." she teases, gently pulling back from their embrace. "well she shouldn't know, but it can be hard to keep a secret from her."
Confusion clouded the brunette's expression as she barely had enough time to tell the person on the other side of the door to come in before it was swinging wide open to reveal the answer.
With a grin that now mirrored Emma's, Serenity rounded her desk before pulling her niece in for an excited hug. "Best early Christmas present ever. Does Anna know you're here, or am I the only one who apparently wasn't let in on the big surprise?"
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Anyone have a character that would fit a thread of our muses bonding over grieving (the passing of) their significant other? Message me!
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STARTER CALL.
LIKE for a starter, random muse unless you specify muse in comments!
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that hurt, perhaps because peyton was right. although he did really belief that - he couldn't deny that it was an excuse. he shoves his hands in the pocket of his hoodie. "fine, okay." he sighs, trying to pick his words carefully although his tone is filled with attitude, no matter how hard he tries to hide it. "you want to talk about it? lets talking about it. i will try."
there's many emotions dancing over peyton's emerald hues as she looks up at lucas: an ounce of bewilderment, a tinge of disappointment, and a whole lot of nonconformity. but, the truth is, none of those would be making an appearance if love wasn't underneath it all. ❝ is that really what you think, lucas? or is it just a lame excuse that allows you to chicken out whenever things get ugly and messy and complicated? i think, if you were honest with yourself, you'd go for the latter. ❞
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i'm about to rewatch one tree hill after work because my muses for those characters is HIGH haha
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