#Aunt Phoebe knows.. The aunt ALWAYS knows

[sunlightmurdock]

anyway, don’t be a stranger | Bradley Bradshaw

one year after the hardest break-up of your life, you see Bradley Bradshaw again at your aunt’s wedding.

warnings : stand-alone. implied significant age gap (around 10-15 years). low-key dilf bradley except he has no kids. just angst really. this is based on scott street by phoebe bridgers and I felt like that deserved a warning in itself. reader is Penny’s niece. no physical descriptors of reader except brief mention that Bradley stroked their hair. post-break-up, kind of alluded to that the relationship was a secret. wc: 1.6k

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“I missed you.” He whispers, all past-tenses nowadays. His lips brush your hair before he settles his cheek there instead, his left hand settled politely at the base of your spine while his right holds yours once again.

You miss him. Present-tense, as your make-up marks the white of his neatly steamed shirt. Your head on his chest and his stomach grazing yours.

Your eyes are squeezed shut, and behind your eyelids the floor plan of his living room is etched there. You know what steps to take to mind from bumping into the couch, or the coffee table, or the guitar he keeps by the lamp. You’re wearing his boxers and he’s telling you off with a grin on his face, for not knowing your nineteen-sixty-eight’s from your nineteen-seventy-four’s.

The records he gave you are nestled in the bookcase in your room. Your collection isn’t as extensive as his.

“You’ve been… doing okay?” even the way he speaks to you is cautious now. It wasn’t, once. Once he would have held both of your cheeks in his hands and you would have told him everything without him even having to ask.

He steps back, you step forwards, his hand on your back keeps your middle against his. The music rises and falls, his body keeping yours in rhythm.

“Yeah,” you guess. Okay is subjective, anyway. Your fingers skim along the seam between his shoulder and arm, careful to miss the ticklish spot at the back of his neck. “I got a new place.”

He had been constantly telling you that you needed to move out. That place was shitty in every sense of the word. Your roommates were useless, and rude. He was constantly fixing a leak in your bathroom, or a stiff window latch, or a blown fuse. Not to mention he hated the area.

It hadn’t seemed like too much of a pressing issue back when you spent most of your days at his place.

“Oh,” He murmurs, turning his face toward your hair once more, like he had all of those nights you spent in his bed. If he was an honest man, he would admit to you that he had always figured you would move into his place next, once he finally got you out of that shitty shoebox apartment. “That’s great. By yourself?”

He does everything by himself.

“No,” You answer. It would be far too lonely, far too empty, to have stretched through the winter by yourself. “With a friend.”

He’s glad to hear that. He knows you hate coming home to an empty place. Almost as much as he does. “It’s near the park?”

“No,” You wish. You wish, too, that he didn’t remember how much you wanted to live near there. You wanted a lot of things a year ago. “By the river.”

The smell of him makes the hole he left in the middle of your ribs throb with a painful emptiness. His thumb strokes the space of an inch, top to bottom and there again, on the small of your back.

A year ago, slow-dancing in a packed room, in a pretty dress with Bradley Bradshaw would have made all of your dreams come true. Him spinning you the way he did when you were alone in his kitchen, kissing you with a grin on his face.

It’sforthebetterit’sforthebetterit’sforthebetter. It’s for the best. Your fingers skim along his shoulders, turning your face toward his neck as you had so many times before.

“You could… come see it.” You don’t want him to see your new apartment. He’ll see that it’s everything he wanted for you and it isn’t enough. That his missing shirts are strewn between either your laundry hamper or your closet. His favourite Eagles record on the player he bought you. The stuffed animal he won you so proudly that night on the pier laying on his side of the bed.

He’ll see all the ways you’ve let him down after swearing that you would move on.

You want to see his place. It gnaws at you as he holds you in his arms; to know if pieces of you linger in his life the way he does for you.

Maybe you haven’t held onto the way it ended the same way he has. Bradley remembers, every day, the look in your eyes when he told you that it was over. The way he hurt you. He hadn’t meant to, he hadn’t ever meant to.

He’d hoped to see you here tonight with a new boyfriend and a big smile on your face. He’d hoped to be walking out with a knife in his side about how happy you were without him — at least that would mean he’d done the right thing.

“Is that what you want?” Maybe if he had taken the time to ask you that thirteen months ago you would have washed a few less mascara stains out of your pillowcases this past year.

The band slows and the music fades until the song is gone all together.

“No.” Comes through the resounding silence. His hand pulls away from the small of your back and comes to rest against the back of your neck, hugging you closer as an instinctive gesture.

His fingers squeeze softly at your nape.

This isn’t a very platonic way to dance together. Your arms reach around his shoulders and squeeze. Without checking to see if anyone’s watching, Bradley presses his lips to your temple.

Just like that, it’s over again. He drops your hand and unwraps himself from you.

“Alright,” His adam’s apple bobs as he takes a step back. He tries to offer you a smile. You don’t even attempt at the same courtesy, your eyes trained on him. He reaches out, grazing his fingers against yours as a parting gesture. “You take care of yourself, baby.”

And you’re expected to watch him walk away again.

He swallows thickly, weighted by the all too familiar glassy-eyed look you’re giving him. The dance floor swirls around the two of you, something gravitational that keeps them from getting too close. There had always been a certain level of privacy that came with being his, it lingers even in this vibrant room.

The song slows to a finish, and Bradley feels a familiar sinking feeling. He has to be the one to do the difficult thing, here. He straightens just a little and reaches for you once more, tapping platonically at your forearm.

“Have a good night.”

Don’t. The word almost spills right out. You bite down hard on the inside of your lip to keep it to yourself. He takes his first step back.

He opens his mouth, then. Lights twinkling above him and that look in his eyes, such strong regret— the kind of look that always comes before his best apologies. His eyes snag on the figure behind you.

Pete Mitchell leans against a support beam with a glass in his hand and a waning smile on his lips. His head is cocked with a vague curiosity, his steely irises flickering between the two supposed strangers before him.

Nothing more than passing ships.

No one will ever know how Bradley’s heart had thundered when you had kissed him. How he misses the way you’d tangle in his bedsheets, smiling at him while he got ready for work.

Pete’s dark brows start to pull together just slightly under the dance floor lights, illuminating him in a brash violet while you’re passed into the shadows.

Bradley closes his mouth, and turns away.

Your timeout is over, and the game is back on. As you have been for the past year, you’re invisible. He isn’t, he couldn’t be and you couldn’t even pretend that he is. Your gaze lingers on him through the passing shadows and lights, watching his gleaming smile spread around the room.

Charming the masses, he seems okay.

Your gut twists.

All day, all year, you have picked yourself up and carried on like normal. Like he hadn’t ever stroked his fingers through your hair and told you all the things he hadn’t been brave enough to tell anyone else.

All of those insecurities, and dreams, linger between you like a storm cloud in the sky. No one in this room has the sense to look up and see what’s there.

No one knows exactly what time you leave. It’s just passing conversation that they haven’t seen you in a while, that maybe you had gotten a ride home.

Bradley isn’t surprised, somehow, when he stops at the end of his driveway. The taxi pulls away behind him. His cheeks are flushed and warm-looking, his curls tangled over his forehead and his unfastened tie resting in his hand rather than around his neck.

Sitting on his porch steps, you’ve never felt quite as small. He watches you shrink further, pulling your knees closer and huddling yourself away from him. Memories of the times he would come home to you here and you would throw yourself into his arms flash across his mind.

Wordlessly, Bradley puts one foot in front of the other. He digs his house keys from his pocket as he passes you by, unlocking the door with a familiar jingle. You push yourself up from the steps and hug your arms around yourself while he flicks on the entryway lights.

[paradiseismine]

Hii could I req Trevor x Ghost reader? Just anything smut or whatever i love your work tyy 🫶🏻

See you in your dreams - Trevor Spengler x ghost reader

Pairing: Trevor Spengler (Ghostbusters Afterlife) x ghost! f!reader

Warnings: softer smut; some hurt/comfort; some fluff; references to Wuthering Heights (if you squint); also maybe kinda long hehehe

Love note from Nina: omggg you guysss I got my first request!! I got sooo excited for this, I’m sorry it took me a few days. I did some research on how ghosts work in the Ghostbusters universe, but this may have some slips here and there. Hope you like it, anon! 💕 also: feel free to send me more reqs, I’d love to hear (read?) your ideas!

Growing up, Trevor always detested going to aunt Cathy’s house. Although very big and castle-like, it was always weirdly cold, somewhat decayed and had this creepy aura in there - kind of similar to the house he had moved in with his family a while ago, and that was his first argument when his mom, Callie, said she wanted to visit her sister. Aunt Cathy was Callie’s only sister, and one of the few family members they had left, so he couldn’t say no to his mom when she pleaded for him and Phoebe to tag along. They were only staying there for a week, tops, she promised.

As they arrived after a four hour drive, Trevor greeted aunt Cathy and helped Phoebe bring her luggage upstairs. It was an unusually big house, so they could each have a bedroom of their own. That made it a bit easier. Trev was feeling pretty introspective and definitely needed some time for himself. After some fancy dinner where aunt Cathy and mom talked about uncle Heath’s death throughout the entire three-course meal, he excused himself to get ready for bed.

A few minutes later, his mom knocked on the bedroom door.

- Get some rest, Trev - Callie said, approaching and running her fingers through her son’s hair in a lovingly manner, as he was sitting on the bed. - You deserve some time off after all of that ghost busting. There are no ghosts here, you’re safe to rest.

- No ghosts here??? That’s what we’ll see! - Phoebe yelled from the corridor, joking. Callie had left the door open.

Trevor chuckled and smiled at his mom.

- Thank you, mom. I will. Get some rest too, you must be tired.

She kissed his forehead and clicked the lights off before shutting the door, leaving him alone in the bedroom. Trevor let out a deep sigh and lied in bed, tired. Shortly after, he drifted off.

To someone who would normally have a hard time falling asleep on a new environment, that was pretty unusual. Maybe it was just tiredness, but something made Trevor sleep very soundly that night. He even started dreaming.

The dream set was some sort of forest. Not too dense, so he could still see the sky in a charming shade of blue. The birds were chirping softly and he could smell the grass, one of his favorite smells. That dream was weirdly vivid, for some reason. After walking around the forest for a minute or so, he spotted a girl dressed in a long white dress. It was you. Your hair cascaded along your shoulders and back, beautifully, as you turned around and noticed him. You had a small basket in your hands, and were absentmindedly picking out flowers next to a small cottage. He assumed it was your house.

You waved at him gently, smiling. He smiled back and felt confident enough to approach you and talk.

- Uh, hi - he said, a bit nervously. No conversation ever felt so real in a dream before.

- Hi Trevor - you responded, calmly. How did you know his name? - You created such a beautiful setting for this dream. Did you grow up in the countryside or something?

- I, uh… Not really, I just feel very at peace near nature, I guess. - he was able to finally look into your eyes.

The connection you both felt was instant. You didn’t know that much about him yet, and he knew nothing about you, but somehow, it was like a magnet was drawing your bodies closer. You two were paralyzed by each other’s gaze for a second, smiling shyly when you were able to look away.

- Do… Do I know you? I mean, you knew my name and everything, so I…

- Not really, no - you answered, shrugging. - My name is y/n, nice to meet you.

- You’re just something my mind made up, then? I mean, it makes sense that my brain would create a girl for me to talk to and stuff…

- No, I existed before being on your mind. - you pursed your lips together, not sure if you should have revealed yourself so early into the conversation.

- Y-you’re not a creation of my mind? - he inquired, utterly confused.

You chuckled and put some more flowers in the basket.

- Do you want to come in for some tea? - your head pointed at the cottage. - Maybe we can talk more comfortably in there.

- Hm, sure - he nodded. - But how do you know there’s tea in there? Is it your house?

- No, love - you responded, grabbing his chin for a second. - Your mind created this place. I was able to come in a few minutes before you showed up, just to help arrange everything and get some basic information about your life. You seemed so tired, I just wanted to help you release that tension. You’re a really beautiful boy, you know?

- Thank you - Trev laughed, slightly blushing. There were so many questions on his mind. - I mean, let’s go ahead and have some tea then.

You guided him into the cottage and sat him down on a chair next to the kitchen table. The table was already set with a porcelain tea pot and beautiful tea cups. You put the flowers you had picked on a small vase at the center of the table, and set the empty basket aside.

- Did you arrange this before I arrived?

- Aren’t we talking too much about me, darling? Tell me, how do you feel? Like, how do you really feel? - you sat down next to him and put your hand on his upper back.

Trevor slowly broke down crying as he spoke. He was so tired, but felt like he could never show any signs of it. He had to be strong for his mom, for Phoebe, for the Ghostbusters. He had to “man up”, be the man of the house and everything. There was never time for his feelings or for vulnerability. Until now. You embraced him gently, as he suppressed his sobs after communicating those afflictions to you.

- It’s ok, love - you reassured him. - You can cry, you can be yourself here. You’re safe. It’s your own mind, you can do whatever you want.

Trev stayed in your embrace a bit longer, stabilizing his breathing. His arms stopped shaking around your waist, and softly let go of your sides. He distanced himself slowly, just enough to look you in the eyes. Then, without any further notice, he put his lips to yours.

It was a very soft and delicate kiss. He held both of your hands in his, until he had to use one of them to get your long hair out of the way. Caressing your cheek, he deepened the kiss, faintly moaning into it.

- It feels so good to kiss you - you whispered, slightly embarrassed. - I haven’t been kissed in so long…

He guided your face to kiss you once again. It was like he couldn’t contain himself. Your lips felt so good against his. He was so gentle and respectful, you wanted to grab him by the collar and attack his lips with yours.

- You’re… you’re literally my dream girl - he admitted, kissing your palm. - I wish I could meet you in real life and spend more time with you.

- I’m a ghost, Trev - you confessed, more embarrassed than before. - But I’m a, say, rarer type…

- W-what do you mean by that? - he looked at you, confused, his eyes seeming a bit watery again.

- I’m a dream ghost. I can only appear physically in people’s dreams. - you explained, in a more serious tone, grabbing his hand softly. - I don’t haunt houses, or objects, or anything like that. I haunt minds. I can only exist when someone’s dreaming, so I can tune in to their dream. I sensed your presence and ended up in your conscience tonight.

- But I-I’m a ghostbuster… - his eyes blinked in disbelief.

- I know - you chuckled, a sad gaze lingering in your eyes. - It was such an amazing coincidence… You’re not gonna put me in a proton pack, will you?

- Of course not - his eyes widened and his hands tightened their grip around yours, trying to reassure you that he meant no harm.

- I knew it - you responded, lightly pecking his lips again, then letting go of his hands. - You need someone who understands, and I really wish I could be that person. You’ve got a beautiful mind, and oh, such a pure heart, Trevor Spengler…

- Touch me - he said as you stood up, and it nearly sounded like a question. His pleading eyes were desperately looking for yours. - Kiss me, anything. I just need to feel your touch. Please.

- You’re so warm - you put your hand on his cheek, sweetly. - and I’m a cold ghost girl…

- Don’t say that, y/n - he took your hand from his cheek and kissed your palm once again, looking up at you with pleading eyes. - I’m having the best time here with you. Please.

Trevor stood up, towering over you; leaned in again and kissed your lips, more eagerly this time. His right hand lightly grabbed the hair of your nape while his left hand caressed your cheek. You reached for his upper arms, shyly, wonderstruck by that kiss.

He then gently pushed you up against the wall. Trev seemed way more comfortable now, wild even. His lips embraced yours in an inebriating way, hands gripping your waist, hips brushing against yours. You could feel his arousal through his trousers, which sent you even closer to the edge. You felt the dream setting shift, walls disappearing around you for a second. When you opened your eyes, the setting was a bedroom - Trevor had understood that this was a dream, and he could control it as much as he wanted.

- I think I know what you’ve set your mind to, mister Spengler - you broke the kiss, chuckling and gesturing at the huge bed in front of you. The walls were decorated with flowers and beautiful curtains. It was all very lovely and romantic.

- Do you… do you want it too? - Trevor seemed concerned if you desired him as much as he desired you. - I mean, I -I felt so good kissing you, I-

- I would love to - you answered, fondly, as your hands ran through his hair. - Let’s just… Take it slow, ok?

He nodded, his lips red and slightly parted. Trevor leaned in to kiss you once again, much slower this time. The kiss was sensual and dainty, his lips tracing yours in a magnetic way, his hands cupping your face and your own resting on his shoulders and chest.

He put his hands to your waist, pulling your body closer to his in a slow and gentle motion. In reaction, you put your hands to the hair on his nape, holding it rather than pulling it. His hands roamed up to your shoulders, caressing your cold skin. You broke the kiss and nodded, looking into his eyes, giving him your permission.

He pulled down the sleeves of your dress and it slowly fell, pooling at your feet. You were completely bare underneath it, and Trevor let out an audible gasp at the sight of your naked body.

- Can I… Can I touch you, y/n? - Trevor stuttered, mesmerized at your beauty.

- Please… - you moaned, nearly whispering.

- You’re so beautiful - he muttered, his lips parted in awe, fingers gently exploring your breasts and the delicate curve of your waist. - You’re quite literally a dream…

You chuckled softly as Trevor kissed your neck and collar bones, his warm lips like fireworks on your cold skin. You gestured for him to take off his clothes as well, and he gave you permission to do so. Soon enough, you two were both stripped in front of each other. Trevor’s body was so beautiful. His smooth pale chest, his lightly toned arms… all of it made you shiver in anticipation. He took you in his arms again, and you couldn’t help yourself any longer.

- Take me, Trev, I’m yours - you whispered to his ear, enraptured by the pleasure you felt under his warm, soft human hands.

Trev tightened his grip on your waist and swooped you off of your feet. In a couple seconds, your back was against the mattress, as he had carefully deposited your body on the bed. He climbed on top of you and continued trailing his kisses down to your breasts.

Groping your waist firmly, he gently suckled on your nipples, faint moans now escaping your lips. Trevor kissed your body with such amazement, it looked like he wouldn’t stop. He kissed lower and lower down your belly, until he reached your wet slit.

- You don’t have to - you said, running your fingers through his hair to stop him, as his head slowly went downward.

- But I want to - Trevor tilted his head, looking into your eyes. - Can I?

- Well, ye - you could barely finish the word before Trevor dunk his head between your thighs again. - Yes…

He licked up and down your slit, his hot mouth attached to your core, causing your legs to tremble in bliss. He held your thighs apart with a tight grip, as if to detain you from distancing yourself from his touch. His tongue was rolling around your clit, tasting your core with such pleasure, he was nearly getting off on it as much as you. Your sweet juices were dripping down his chin as he lapped you up hungrily, delighted with your taste.

- Trevor… - you moaned, before arching your back on the bed, reaching your mercurial high.

His eyes stared into yours, half-lidded, as he seemed proud of himself for making you moan his name. No boy had ever looked at you in such an intense, lustful way.

As your whole body trembled, he kept going until you had ridden out of your high, you two savoring each second it had lasted.

- Felt good, beautiful? - he asked, a cocky smirk on his face.

- Amazing… - you panted, breathless.

He roamed his hands all over your body once again, warming up your cold skin, making you quiver and tingle. You sat up on the bed to capture his lips, tasting yourself as you kissed him.

- Is there anything else I could do for you, y/n? - he asked, enchanted by you.

- Yes, lay back, my love - you whispered, guiding him to lay down on the bed.

You got on top of him, one leg to each side of his waist. Reaching for his lips one last time, you kissed him passionately, wanting him to remember you. It was only a dream, you knew that. But you wanted him to remember those feelings, that touch, everything.

Going for his earlobe, you nibbled and sucked on it until Trev couldn’t help but moan and squirm under you. His neck was next. It soon got covered in kisses and hickies (it was only a dream and wouldn’t leave any trace behind, either way), just like his chest. You roamed your hands gently all over his torso, savoring the heat and softness of his human skin.

As you sat up on his lap, your heart was beating out of your chest with desire, but you wanted to make sure Trevor was comfortable. You wanted to be his dream girl, not his nightmare.

- May I? - you asked, softly, as your hand held his throbbing erection.

- Yes, y/n, please - he pleaded, lightly panting.

You raised and lowered your hips slowly, engulfing his cock inside you. It had been so long since you felt anything like this… Your muscles were tightening around Trevor’s shaft as you got to its base, and you could feel him shyly thrusting his hips up to meet yours.

- You’re mine now, Trevor Spengler - you whispered, riding him, ecstatic. You threw your head back, getting shivers down your spine, your hands on his chest.

- I’m yours, y/n - he moaned. Trevor’s beautiful dark eyes squinted in pleasure, his mouth opening slightly. His hands grabbed onto your hips to help you with your movements, as he was eager for more.

You don’t know how long it lasted, but your juices were all over his shaft, his inner thighs, everything. Every second of Trevor’s touch, even if he touched you for all of the eternity, still wouldn’t be enough. He was perfect, warm, soft, delicate, and so precise in every single little thing he did.

Trevor whispered your name, his voice faint and raspy, pleading. Your eyes met his immediately.

- Please, I-I - he stuttered, his eyes rolling in pleasure as he tried to speak. - I need to-

- Do it, my love - you grabbed his face.

His eyes squeezed shut as Trevor held your body to his, and with a louder moan, spilled into you. Ugh, he was so soft and warm. You missed being human just like him. As he came down from his high, you got off of him gently, trying no to hurt his sensitive shaft.

As you laid down next to him, you two snuggled up together in a thick warm blanket, enjoying each other’s scent. Trevor was playing with your hair as you rested your head on his chest. All you do could do was thank God, fate, the universe, anything that could be responsible for that encounter. Trev seemed to be doing the same, as he broke the silence a minute later.

- There must be a way - he said, determined. - I… I want to get to know you better, y/n. I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this with anyone before, I…

Suddenly, the whole room started losing definition, becoming blurrier and less colorful. Objects started vanishing slowly, and even though Trevor seemed utterly confused and scared, you already knew what this meant.

- Oh dear - you muttered, sad, gently caressing his cheek. - You’re waking up… Seems like we don’t have much more time together, at least for now. I enjoyed your company so much, Trevor. You’re a really special person. See you in your dreams tomorrow, if we’re both lucky. Try to sleep around 9:30 p.m., if you can.

He felt his body moving without his mind’s command, and the sight of you slowly vanishing from his grasp.

- No… No - he slurred still in his sleep, sad, but defeated. - Come back… Please.

But he woke up. His eyes opened and he realized it was already morning. His mom and Phoebe were arguing in the nearby bathroom over something stupid, and because of their bickering, he woke up.

He turned on the bed, frustrated, trying to fall asleep again, trying to find you; up until he noticed something had happened in his pants… A nocturnal emission. He was wet through his underwear and pajama bottoms, a visible patch of his own cum.

Great, he thought. How am I going to hide this? Y/n better come back to see me again tonight. 9:30, she said. I have to write this down.

[rootedinrevisions]

Twisted Fate: Part 2

SUMMARY: As she navigates the aftermath of the storm, Lexi must confront the lingering emotions and unspoken words that have haunted her since their breakup. Bound by the twist of fate that brought them together again, they must decide if their reunion is merely a consequence of circumstance or the universe's way of telling them something else.

WARNINGS: Angst. Violence/Blood (Storm Damage & Injuries)

WORD COUNT: 1.7k

PART 1

The first aid tent was bustling with activity, a haven of controlled chaos in the aftermath of the storm. Medics moved swiftly, tending to the injured, offering comfort and care. I sat on a cot as a medic carefully bandaged the cut on my head. The pain was dull but persistent, a reminder of the ordeal I had just survived.

"There we go," the medic said, securing the bandage. "That should hold for now. You'll want to change it at least once a day until it's healed. You've got a mild concussion, but otherwise, you're in good shape considering everything. Take it easy for the next few days, okay?"

You nodded, offering a small smile of gratitude. "Thank you."

"You're all clear to leave. If you need any supplies or a place to stay there's a red tent next to us that has blankets, clothing, food, and water. They're also helping get people a place to stay for the night if you need it," the medic continued before she moved on to the next person.

As I gathered my things and prepared to leave the tent, my eyes wandered, taking in the scene around me. That's when I saw him - Tyler - on the other side of the tent. He was talking to a girl with blonde hair pulled up with a claw clip. Her face was streaked with dried blood. She looked pretty banged up, her clothes torn and dirty.

I watched as Tyler reached down and gently brushed a piece of hair from the woman's face, tucking it behind her ear with a familiarity that sent a pang through my chest. My mind immediately flashed back to the days when he used to do that for me, a simple gesture that had always made me felt cared for.

Who is she? I wondered. Clearly, he knows her, but to what extent? Is this just someone he helped out of their destroyed home earlier? Probably not, I reasoned. It's a small town, and I know just about everyone. And a hair tuck behind the ear seemed a little personal for someone he would have just met.

My mind spiraled further. Was she a new fling? That month's flavor? Or maybe she was something more serious - a girlfriend? The thought gnawed at me, a mix of curiosity and jealousy twisted in my gut. I looked away, trying to push the thoughts from my mind.

As I stepped out of the tent, the late evening air hit me. The devastation around me was immense, but the resilience of the people here was palpable. I took a deep breath and tried to focus on the fact that I had survived and that I was safe, at least for now.

Later that night I sat in a hotel room. It was modest but clean, a temporary refuge arranged by the volunteers. They had set me up in a hotel the next town over, giving me a place to stay while I figured things out. The American Red Cross had provided me with a change of clean clothes and some toiletries, small comforts after the harrowing day I'd endured.

I stood under the hot spray of the shower, letting the water wash away the grime and stress of the day. The heat soothed my sore muscles, and for a brief moment, I allowed myself to relax. But the relief was short-lived. My mind kept drifting back to Phoebe, my beloved cat, and the worry gnawed at me. Where was she? Was she safe?

After the shower, I dressed in the clean clothes provided, feeling somewhat refreshed but still weighed down by the enormity of my situation. I sat on the edge of the bed, the unfamiliar surroundings making everything feel more surreal.

How do I even begin to pick up the pieces of my life after something like this? I didn't have any family. My parents were gone and I was an only child. I suppose I could try to reach out to my aunts or uncles. See if they could provide any sort of help.

The loss of my home, the uncertainty of the future - it all felt overwhelming.

And then there was Tyler. I couldn't stop thinking about him and the blonde woman I'd seen him with at the first aid tent. The image of him tucking her hair behind her ear played on a loop in my mind. Who was she to him? Why did it matter so much to me?

I sighed, lying back on the bed and staring at the ceiling. Everything felt tangled and confused. The day's events had left me emotionally and physically drained, yet sleep seemed a distant possibility with my mind racing like this.

As I lay there, the worries and questions swirled around me. Phoebe, Tyler, the future - everything felt so uncertain. The only thing I knew for sure was that I had to keep going, one step at a time, and somehow had to find a way to start again.

Later that night, I lay in my hotel bed, staring at the ceiling, the weight of everything kept sleep at bay. The clock on the nightstand showed just after 10 PM, and I couldn't shake the thoughts swirling in my mind - Phoebe's whereabouts, the uncertainty of my future, and the lingering image of Tyler with the blonde woman.

A knock on the door interrupted my restless thoughts. I rolled out of bed, immediately assuming it was probably some kid running up and down the hallway, knocking on random doors. However, when I opened the door I was surprised to see Tyler standing there.

He held a cardboard box in his hands, and beside him on the ground was something I couldn't quite make out in the dim hallway light. I opened the door wider, curiosity piqued.

"Hey," Tyler said, his voice soft. "I've got something for you." I could see the grin forming on his face as he motioned to the thing on the ground beside him. Then a soft meow emerged from within.

"Phoebe!" I said excitedly as I knelt to look into the pet carrier.

"I found her," Tyler explained, setting the box down and opening the carrier. Phoebe stepped out cautiously, looking around the unfamiliar room before rubbing up against me. Relief washed over me as I scooped her up, holding her close.

"Thank you," I whispered, my voice choked with emotion.

Tyler nodded, his eyes warm. "Someone found her and turned her into the animal tent. I claimed her after the veterinarians assured me she was okay.

He then gestured to the box. "I also managed to get a few things from your home before they declared it unsafe to enter. Just some photos and sentimental items I thought you might want. There wasn't a lot that I found, but it's better than nothing, right?"

Tears began to well up in my eyes, gratitude mixing with the sadness of everything I'd lost. One box. That's all that I had left of my life.

"And," Tyler continued. "I stopped by Walmart and got you a new litter box and food bowl for Phoebe. There's some food and litter in there too for you. Thought she might need them while you're here."

I couldn't find the words to express how much this meant to me. Tyler's kindness, his thoughtfulness - it was almost overwhelming. I managed a shaky smile, looking up at him. "Thank you, Tyler. Really."

He smiled back at me, his gaze softening. "It's the least I could do. I'm just glad you're both safe."

There was a short pause after he spoke. A moment of silence heavy with unspoken emotions. Tyler shifted slightly, breaking the stillness "I'm going to go get the cat supplies from my truck. I'll be right back."

Before he could move a woman's voice interrupted. "I have them."

I turned to see the blond woman from the first aid tent stopping in front of my door, holding the items Tyler had mentioned. I went to thank her, only to realize I didn't know her name.

"Thank you-" I began, hesitating.

"Kate," she replied with a warm smile. "I'm Kate."

"Thank you, Kate," I said sincerely, taking the supplies from her.

"No problem," she responded. She then turned to Tyler. "Javi and I are heading for the hotel for the night. Do you want us to wait in the car for you?"

Tyler thought for a moment before shaking his head. "No, I'll catch up with you later."

Kate nodded a hint of concern in her eyes. "Alright. Just don't stay up too late. There's another storm system rolling in north of here tomorrow. We'll want to get up early to start chasing."

So she was a storm chaser. I began to wonder if she was part of Tyler's crew or just someone he had come to know working in the field.

Kate left, and as the door closed behind her, I turned to Tyler, curiosity gnawing at me.

"She seems great," I said, trying to sound casual.

Tyler grinned, and I noticed a certain look in his eye. I knew that look. It was clear he had feelings for her, even if she wasn't his girlfriend. "Yeah, she's great," he said, his voice carrying a warmth that told me everything I needed to know.

He didn't offer any additional information, and I didn't ask. It wasn't my place, and there were more pressing matters to focus on. Still, a small pang of something - jealousy, maybe - twisted in my chest.

It then began to dawn on me. This would probably be the last time I saw Tyler. Tomorrow, he would go back to storm chasing and being a YouTube star with his one million fans. The realization stung, knowing that the brief reconnection we had was just that. Brief.

I turned back to Tyler, who was looking at me with a mix of emotions in his eyes. "Well, I should get going," he said softly.

I nodded, trying to muster a smile. "Thank you again, for everything. And good luck with that storm tomorrow."

Tyler hesitated, then reached out and gave your should a gentle squeeze. "Take care of yourself, Lex. And Phoebe too."

With that, he turned and walked out of the room, leaving me standing there, the weight of everything pressing down on me once more. I closed the door and sat on the edge of the bed, Phoebe curling up next to me. As I stroked her fur, I couldn't help but feel a mix of gratitude and sadness. The future was uncertain, but at least for tonight, I had a roof over my head and my beloved cat by my side.

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[mythserene]

Lewisohn has definitely gotten weirder over the years.

Some Ivan Vaughn weirdness from Lewisohn's latest, very weird, interview that made me think about Phoebe and Daphne and all the weirdness they caught in Fine Tuning.

Lewisohn says John and Ivan's parental figures introduced them in the hope that they might play together, but also Ivan went to Liverpool Institute—the superior school to Quarry Bank—because Ivan's mum didn't want him to play with John. And Paul and Ivan might not have met (despite both being at the Inny) had they not had the same birthday? I must be missing some bit of trivia because what does that mean??

(transcription below)

John and Paul “met because they had a mutual friend.”

That mutual friend was the friend of John because he lived in the house behind John. And in those days parents, or parent figures—John was raised by his aunt—but if there were other little boys in the neighborhood, you would be introduced in the hope that you might play together. I don't know that that happens any more, but it did happen in those days. And in Paul's case, because Paul had gone to a particular school, um, this friend-- this mutual friend-- this friend of John's, Ivan, he was at the school, the same as Paul. And they had the same birthday, so they'd been introduced to one another. If they hadn't have had the same birthday they may not have even been-- ever been met. So, and it's-- and also, the reason that Ivan was at that school and not the more local one was his mother had said “you're not going to the same school as John Lennon” 'cause he was the kind of boy that other parents always kept their children away from if possible.

Daphne and Phoebe definitely caught that Lewisohn invented the idea that Ivan would have gone to Quarry Bank but for John being such a bad boy. (They didn't say “invented,” but they knew it, and after four months of being a Lewisohn Sherlock Holmes I'll say it. He made it up. There is no support for it outside Lewisohn's delusional mind.)

AKOM 📍

[motherofdogs1010]

Little Darling IV (Thomas Shelby x Reader)

Summary: Birmingham has received a new club, one that is showcasing a exotic type of dance that is drawing in crowds, but it is one particular dancer that catches Thomas Shelby's eye... one that goes by the stage name: Little Darling

Warnings: Warnings: 18+ only, eventual pinv sex, eventual smut, stripper!reader, heavy petting, dry humping, language, drinking, cannon Peaky Blinder violence

A/N: This takes place post S1 after Grace during that 2 year jump but before Grace comes back, but don't worry, we will be seeing Grace again!

Banner @firefly-graphics Dividers @vase-of-lilies

Part III

His lips against hers felt hot, a shiver ran through her at the sensation of their lips molded against one another and she squeezed her eyes as her hand twitched and--

Slap.

Y/N felt a sense of justification when she slapped Tommy, one of her long nails scratched the corner of his lip pretty good during the slap and the man smirked, his tongue coming out and licking the little blood.

His cheek was rosy from the slap and she felt vindication over it as she

"I'm not a whore", she hissed, shoving him away and standing up. "And I will never be your whore."

"Not during the day", Tommy replied, "not yet at least."

Her eyes widen at his response, the way he was making it out that she was going to be his whore and while the rational part of her felt anger, there was a slim, small part of her that reveled in the thought.

"I need you to leave", she demanded, Tommy held his gloved hands up.

"Fine", he said, "but you don't need to worry about your parents."

Her heart stopped as he continued, "I made sure to leave a generous donation to them, they should be getting a good amount of groceries for the next month."

Y/N felt confused, why was he taking care of her parents? Why was he spending all this effort on her? It had to go beyond what he was telling her; she watched as he turnt and left, wondering just what did Tommy want with her.

Y/N was due for new beauty products and it was on her way out of the store did she run into the famous Polly Gray, aunt to the Shelby boys. It struck her as odd since with the amount of money the Shelbys had acquired, they would have someone else do their shopping but here she was, wrapped in a fur-lined coat and a impeccable hat on her head.

Polly was everything Y/N had heard of, beautiful and sophisticated with eyes that cut you deep as she analyzed you to the bone.

"Y/N is it?" the older woman asked, Y/N clutched her paper bag of things.

"Yes", she replied, "what can I do for you?"

"Walk with me", Polly said, Y/N trailed after her.

After a few moments, Polly spoke up, "Tommy's pretty taken with you."

Y/N felt her eyes widen, had the bastard blabbed?

"Don't worry", Polly said, "he hasn't said anything, but I always know everything that boy does. He is predictable when he comes across a beautiful woman."

"Well, I'd rather he not", Y/N said as they walked.

"The man can't help but think with his cock", Polly said, "he just like every other man."

Y/N wondered what it was that Polly wanted as she said, "No matter, seems like you want nothing to do with the bastard. Much better than the last one."

The last one?

And with more questions than answers, Polly Gray simply turned around and walked away.

Some of the girls wanted to go to the Garrison since Cherry had given some of them the night off as appreciation for their hard work. Y/n had slid into a champagne-colored dress that accentuated her figure, curled her hair into a chignon bun at the base of her neck; her mother's pearls adorned her neck and ears as she finished the look with her usual, deep red lipstick.

"N/N, over here!" Diane said, waving her over.

Diane, stage name Lovely, smiled as she sat with Eleanor (Beloved), Phoebe (Babydoll), and Susan (Sweet Pea). Y/N had felt some apprehension at coming to the Garrison considering that it was prime Blinder territory, but it had been so long since she had gone out with her friends that the risk of running into Tommy felt overshadowed by it.

Walking over, Y/N smiled at the girls as she took a seat. The pub was busy since it was a Friday, the sound of chatter and laughter rang in the place as she slid into a empty seat with her friends.

"What took you so long?" Susan said in a teasing tone.

"You can't rush perfection", she teased back and her friends laughed with her.

Soon enough, gossip began to flow through them as they sat and relaxed, listening to the chatter of the Garrison as Eleanor was gossiping about another one of their co-workers, Beauty.

"She truly thinks that Mr. Lowe will leave his wife for her", Eleanor said with a 'tsk' in her tone. "Poor thing, she really does believe it."

"We all tried to warn her when she first started", Diane said, "just because they're repeat clients does not mean anything."

Y/N sipped on her whiskey as she listened, the cold ice cubes touching her lips as Susan said, "I'm not sure, myself. Y/N here has (Susan looked around before whispering) Mr. Thomas Shelby wrapped around her finger."

Y/N's eyes widened and she had hoped no one else had noticed the preference that he had taken to her, but it seemed it was obvious to everyone.

"Don't remind me", she said with a shake of her head. "He's like a pest that won't leave."

Susan giggled a little, "A pest that brings you loads of money."

"Well, that's the only upside", she said with a teasing grin. "I'm just hoping he doesn't turn up tonight."

"Why's that? It's not like he'd recognize you without the uniform", Diane said, Y/N shook her head.

"Sugar ratted me out."

Her three friends gasped and shook their heads as Eleanor said, "he's been following you, hasn't he?"

Y/N opened her mouth, about to respond when Harry, the bartender walked over and set a drink down in front of her.

"I didn't order this", she said with a frown.

"He did", Harry said as he pointed out the culprit.

And lo and behold, the bane of her days had been sitting in the corner this whole time, just watching her...

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[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Baby-Sitting Duty

Part of my Birthday Bash!

Request: “You look your cutest like this” and Roy.

Roy Kent x Reader

0.6k words

Warnings: Language, fluff, Phoebe in a little food coma

This Saturday night was supposed to be a date night. That is, until Roy’s sister called, begging her brother to take Phoebe for the night. Not that much begging was necessary; he’d never say no to time with his niece. His apologies and promise to make it up to you were also wholly unnecessary. You adored Phoebe, and honestly, you relished every opportunity to see Roy with his precious little niece.

And so there the three of you were, spending Saturday night with a table full of unhealthy snacks, bowls of ice cream on the kitchen counter, and the latest Disney movie on the television. Phoebe was long gone, having eaten far too much candy, despite your hisses to Roy to tell her to slow down. Your boyfriend had playfully rolled his eyes at your suggestion, mumbling something along the lines of, “She’ll be fine. If not, she’ll learn her limits.” You rolled your eyes back and told him that this was a child with sweets, not a twenty-year-old with alcohol.

Sure enough, that little girl had gorged herself into a candy coma, barely making it to the second musical number of the cartoon that still lit up the big screen. She was nestled between the two of you, under Roy’s arm, eyes closed and soft snores coming from her sugar-coated mouth. You had tugged a blanket over her, earning a soft look from Roy.

He loved seeing you with Pheebs. You took on the role of ‘aunt’ in stride, and you did it well. You knew all of her likes and dislikes, kept up with the latest classroom drama, took her side when she demanded Roy be the princess in Princess and the Dragon, and attended every single one of her football games. It warmed his often too-cold heart and always had him wondering about the right time to pull his grandmother’s wedding ring out of his nightstand.

Someday, he thought, flashing you a small smile over the top of Phoebe’s head. Someday.

You returned his smile with a shy grin of your own, shaking your head as you watched his fingers absently play with his niece’s blonde hair.

“What?” he whispered, checking to make sure he wasn’t too loud for Phoebe.

You shrugged, turning your body to face him properly. “I just like seeing you like this,” you answered quietly. “Doting on Phoebe, cuddling with her. You look your cutest like this.”

Roy put on his best scowl, hardening his face playfully. “’m not fucking cute,” he growled.

“Oh yes you are,” you teased as you threw a stray piece of popcorn at his nose. “Roy Kent is the cutest man in the world,” you declared. “And I love him for that.”

His face softened, your words making it hard to keep up his charade. “And I love you for not fucking telling anyone how cute I am,” he conceded. He glanced down at his little niece. “Her neck’s gonna get all stiff if I leave her like this,” he mumbled. “I’m gonna go tuck her in.”

You shook your head and stood. “I’ve got her,” you assured him. With that, you bent down and scooped the girl into your arms, offering loving shushes as she stirred. “Be right back.” As you walked down the hall to the guest room that was really Phoebe’s room, he could hear you murmuring to her, “I know, darling. I’ll bring you something for your tummy in a moment, alright?”

Again, Roy felt his heart soften. You took such good care of Phoebe. Of him. Of the team whenever you were with them. You were loving and kind and gentle with everyone. He loved that about you. Fuck, he loved everything about you.

He frowned for a brief moment before rising to his feet and tiptoeing to his bedroom.

He just needed to grab one thing from his nightstand before you came back into the living room.

[stravacious]

i was thinking about fionna and cake’s version of jermaine, and drew her this morning!! i posted her to r/adventuretime and she didn’t do too bad there, so i started writing stuff for fionna and cake world lol more headcanons below the cut :)

i originally posted her under the name “jasmeen” but i think corrine would be better suited for the sibling alliteration with cake :) huge thanks to some of the users in the reddit comments who helped brainstorm some of this!! lemme know what u think lol

fionna was adopted at birth by a (human) couple, cynthia and marlowe. cynthia works in the city’s forensics department and they both own a funeral home/cemetery. they have big hearts, and have a hard time charging folks for caskets and burials. they owned two cats, corrine and cake, and fionna took cake with her when she moved out, leaving corrine at her (now elderly and retired) parents place. if corrine could walk and talk like cake in this world, she’d be running the funeral home and going after people for the money they owe her elderly parents. it’s shitty work and they aren’t hurting for money, but things in this life aren’t free, right? her true passion is sculpture, and eventually she learns to let the debts go and focus on her work.

fionna’s biological parents, milton campbell and mallory mertins, had a nice relationship in the beginning. but when mallory gave birth to fionna, she disappeared from the city with her. having always struggled with her mental health, mallory’s post-partum depression became post-partum psychosis and she left fionna at a safe surrender site in her daze. her psychosis spiraled and she was sent to prison before escaping into homelessness. milton died not long after their disappearance, after serving as a nurse for his entire career and saving thousands of lives. he even had a newly built hospital named after him after his death.

gary prince was on his own at a very early age, leaving the abusive home of his aunt georgia, uncle larry, and cousin chantal. georgia goes on and on about all the wonderful things she was meant to accomplish if she didn’t have to take in gary and his sister, and chantal goes along with it all. larry at least is sympathetic and sends money to them when he can. as a result, most of the money gary makes goes towards taking care of his special needs sister, nadine.

marshall lee was extremely close with his father, elijah, before he died. elijah wanted nothing to do with hana’s money or work, and raised their son in a small home in the forest. marshall grew up knowing how to rough it in the outdoors, before his mother took him away from that life and into a stuffy, proper one. she sold the house he grew up in and he never forgave her.

flora never knew where she came from. her favorite activity is catfishing dudes online. she hates her appearance, and feels like she’ll never truly know who she really is. after the events of the show fionna and cake, she learns all she can about fionna by stalking her online. she adopts fionna’s backstory as her own, and even commits a few instances of identity theft against her. this torments her and she hates doing it, but feels like she has no other choice. her and fionna look strikingly similar, and it has made her actually start to appreciate her own appearance and feel whole for once.

phoenix fleming hates his mother, she’s a big preacher in the local church and raised him as strictly as possible. he was barely allowed to leave the house until he moved out as soon as possible, and discovered his love for raves and DJing. he now devotes all his time to being dj flame, and his mother refuses to let him be. his next door neighbor, miss bundy, is kinder to him than his own mother ever was, and brings him treats every day.

jermaine > corrine

joshua > cynthia

margaret > marlowe

minerva > milton

martin > mallory

gumbald > georgia

lolly > larry

chicle > chantel

neddy > nadine

elise > elijah

fern > flora

phoebe/flame princess > phoenix

cinnamon bun > miss bundy

[futuristicson]

Idea for what was left unsaid at the end of 6x18 Spin City.

When Leo and Chris are on the bridge talking at the end of the episode and Chris tells Leo he was never there for him but he was for everybody else I’ve always felt there was much more there left unsaid and so I ended up coming up with my own idea.. We know Piper dies when Chris is 14 and the aunts are most likely not around either anymore? So what if they all died on the same day? Wyatt killed them in front of Chris maybe on his 14th Birthday? To get Chris to his side thinking eventually the pain and hatred would turn him to the evil side, except it did the opposite it drove Chris to stop Wyatt even more whether that be kill him or stop him from turning evil in the first place.

When Wyatt attacks them he kills Paige and Phoebe instantly but Piper is however still alive and Chris runs to her side as Wyatt leaves and Chris calls for Leo numerous times begging him to come and save Piper and even starts calling him dad as he was so desperate but Chris’s cries go unanswered and Piper dies too. Before Piper died she told Chris to get out and run before the police shows up so after gathering himself together he runs upstairs and grabs a photo of them all and some clothes and runs and from then on he is on the run from the public and most likely witch hunters just like the girls saw back in season 2 and that's how Wyatt gains the Manor and how the public find out about the charmed ones.

But Chris doesn't tell Leo this because for one it's too much information about the future and second whilst he hates Leo with every fiber of his body the Leo he is talking to is technically not THAT Leo and he knows how much it would hurt him if he knew the real underlying issue to why he can't look at him or forgive him because at the end of the day he is still him and he still wasn't there for him which hurts but he hates him to the core for the other reason.

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From future Leo's POV Since we know whatever happened to Wyatt happened before Chris is born as he said in witch wars what if Leo felt so consumed with guilt that he had failed his son in the worst way possible that he was scared of also failing his youngest too so much so he buried himself in his duties and looking for whoever turned his son because if he could fix him then he could fix all his failures and he could be a good dad again and in-between he still reached out as Chris says he had loads of letters piled up from his dad and most likely loads of broken promises etc On the day of the girls deaths he was in the underworld following a lead about whatever happened to Wyatt and didn't hear his sons cries for help and when he did go back up he learned of what happened but it was too late he once again had failed his family and now his son would never forgive him so he watched over him from afar making sure he was okay since now he was all alone but Leo still couldn't bring himself to be his father he'd failed too much and he was no good for him.

Okay I know this sucks and I am so sorry!!! Also it’s very messy but I suck at sharing thoughts as you can see lol!

[oh-surprise-its-me]

In the spirit of the spooky season, what Halloween traditions do Roy and Jamie have? Separately and later together 💜

They always go trick or treating with Phoebe of course!

Also be absolutely insane and Jamie leaps for slutty costumes. Keeley throws a party every year and the team goes all out.

But I wanna write about them married with a three year old who’s trick or treating for the first time!

(I don’t care if the uk doesn’t go as bonkers as the usa I refuse to google things!)

((Sorry this is a day late))

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Roy fixes Carrie’s little cat hat. He knows she runs warm like Jamie but he can’t help but care. “Papa! Daddy! Candy soon!” Roy laughs and kisses her head. “Yeah baby. Candy soon.”

Jamie swirls behind Roy with a hand brushing over his back. “Okay bowl to leave out. Bag for Carrie costume for us. What am I missing.” Roy stands and picks up their daughter as he goes. “Photos.”

“Fuck! Photos!”

Carrie taps Roys face and leans in to whisper, “daddy said a bad word.” Roy snorts and nods. “You’re so right kitty cat. Daddy will put money in the jar.”

Jamie glares back at the two of them. “You two just want to see me go broke.” Roy grins. He reaches an arm out to bring Jamie closer. “No. Just want goo behavior.” He gently pinches Jamie’s ass when he says that. Jamie swats at his arm but leans closer to see the whiskers he drew on earlier. “You look cute Carrie. The perfect kitty.”

Carrie claps her hands and starts wiggling. “Candy! Candy! Candy!” Her to fathers laugh. “Yeah kiddo candy. But remember you’ve gotta hold our hands.” She grins up and then and leans her head forward for a kiss. “Kay papa.” Jamie grins at Roy. Their kid is incredible.

“Where’s your lightsaber Luke Skywalker.” Jamie jolts and springs back to the living room. “Daddy is silly.” Roy laughs and nods. “Yeah he is but we love him yeah?” “Yeah!”

Jamie comes back to his Han Solo, “ready fly boy?” Roy shakes his head at his husband but sets Carrie back on the ground. “Dani’s house then Colin’s right? Keeley said she’d meet us half way with Phoebe and Molly.” Carrie claps her hands at the mention of her aunts and cousin.

Jamie sets the candy out on the porch and smiles at the two of them. “Come on kiddo let’s go!” Carrie cheers and races toward him. She’s scooped up and put on his shoulders. Roy knows she probably won’t walk most of the night. Probably be carried the entire way until their friends houses.

Roy snorts at the fact they forgot photos. It’s fine they’ll take them with their family.

“Come on papa let’s go!!” Roy grins at the two. He can’t believe how cute they both are. It’ll be a good night.

[phoebehalliwell]

oh holla i love complicated family dynamics which parental figure (whether it's theirs or an aunt/uncle w/e) do you think each of the next gen might have their respective problems with the Most

ooh ooh okay so let's start with the obvious

for chris it's leo. promo!

and, ipso facto, for wyatt, it's also leo. bc like. wyatt cannot deny that their father treats them differently and that it does create a kind of divide between wyatt and chris. i think wyatt still very much loves his father but he wishes his dad Wouldn't Do That bc wyatt would much rather just have a normal relationship with his brother

for melinda i'm sorrry i know leo's getting a lashing rn but it's just also gotta be leo bc leo is kind of the reason chris and wyatt's relationship is Like That and now she ends up having to play mediator or worse get caught up in some kind of dumb fight or even dumber plan and like. had her dad just been Normal about it this wouldn't be an issue she deals with. and i don't think she holds it against him per se, as an empath she understands that it comes from a place of love but like. wounded love, it festers like an infection, and it's just one of those Go To Therapy moments like this is just a nasty tender thing you have growing under your skin and i understand how the pain makes you act like that but dudeeee. dudeeee. please stop making Your Inability To Heal my problem please pleaseeee go to therapyyy.

kat is also easy because she kind of has mommy issues so it's gonna be paige. and again it's not a hate by any means she loves her mother but she just feels suffocated by her you know? and then paige also isn't her whitelighter, leo is, and like young kat who felt very disconnected from the craft kinda as a kid because her and Tamora were raised without powers and like she really hated the Charmed legacy that followed her around magic school but she loves being a witch and her mom love being a witch she knows she sees her mom guide so many witches and just the fact that her mom chose not to guide her. it burns her a little bit.

tamora is a little more tricky i don't know. tamora's deepest issue is just that she feels very like. dumb. inferior. like she has these major self confidence issues and she's a really good student but she's not like peyton who is naturally, effortlessly smart, who's starting high school in calc because this shit just clicks for her, tamora is a good student because she Needs to pour over this material and intensively study it in order to fucking understand it. she has a lot of trouble with it, but like, at this point, school's the only thing she's good at because she figured out how to do school she figured out how to make up for her "dumbness" deficit you know what i'm saying? but she feels like she hasn't hacked this for witchcraft or even like socializing, so she doesn't really. practice at it that much. because she believes herself to be dumb/bad at it. So. the answer is either paige, henry, or piper. paige because her momma is just so effortlessly confidently and funny and people like her and why why why couldn't she have gotten those genes Whyyy did she turn out like this. henry gets second place because the odds of the answer to that being your dad are just. always high. and should be acknowledged. but idk exactly What her issues with her father would be. piper gets a shout out here because piper is the one who trains tamora with her powers (because they share the same power) and tamora does struggle with control over her powers. and piper just seems to do it so effortlessly and is just so strong and confident and capable in her use of them it just. it makes tam feel dumb :(

henry jr has actually a kind of funny answer because i think it's actually phoebe. sorry pheebs!! because i think paige really does trust her son like she knows he's capable and can fend for himself and mostly understands his mortality and of course he is equipped with a couple solid enchanted items just in general to prevent too much damage. and you know. leo's not really henry's whitelighter but he still watches out for / over him you know that is family and um. both leo and paige watched chris die. so paige's vouching for henry that i think he's safe he's strong he's capable i think leo does really value that because he does feel like paige understands the risks she's staring down here. piper sides with her husband bc she trusts his judgement. but phoebe... phoebe is worried!! okay! sue her! so she's worried!! and lord knows when she worries she kind of makes it everyone else's problem. he's human he really Should Not be running around with witches i mean christ he's only in high school!! especially because when henry engages in magical shenanigans with the cupitches so frequently phoebe's concern is definitely a presence in his life. and like. here's the thing. phoebe doesn't mind henry getting involved with magic. like the parker's athame thing? that was cool that was fasicating but also. that was a perfect example of henry still being able to engage in the world of witches, their world, without endangering himself. she doesn't mind him helping out, but, god, went he goes out with the girls to fight demons, like christ no she cannot have that. and if he died??? if he died on a vanquish with her girls how would she ever tell paige?? you know? so basically phoebe is very suffocating to henry.

pj is gonna actually be with prue. it's hard being the eldest sister sharing the same name as thee eldest sister who died eldest sistering.

parker is going to be with. phoebe. but also coop. it's just they're such therapists and you know what i'm saying like okay let's talk it out lets not go to bed angry let's understand our emotions and where they're coming from and parker just wants to be angry sometimes!!! she does want to articulate her emotions and be receptive to others responses she wants to throw things and scream she just. she is an angry girl. she wants to be angry.

peyton is also gonna be phoebe. peyton wishes her mom insisted that they fight demons less and like phoebe's tried but pj and parker don't listen but like. they are too young to be doing this!! hello!! and she just. idk. i think honestly she probably wishes phoebe had bound their powers.

[problematicraccoon]

details about my better teenhood dr bc im losing my mind over it

(TW: MENTIONS OF SA AND STALKING and also i get real emo, my apologies)

okay so first of all, im not really reliving my teen years in their entirety- im shifting back to being 17, only a few days after my birthday.

mainly because some crazy shit happened on my 17th birthday in my cr, and it ended with me being betrayed by two of my 'best' friends during a big fight, who sided with my assailant/stalker instead of me. the day i spawn in is the day that happened. and i know that sounds stupid, like why tf would anyone wanna relive a day like that. but im gonna slightly tweak it.

in this reality, i was raised by my badass aunt Isla (fc Daphne Zuniga). she's like a big sister/aunt/best friend/mom all rolled into one, and we're extremely close, and she's very protective of me.

in my cr, no one defended me. i've taken to referring to myself as the 'attack dog friend', because i have always been the one to fight for my friends, to send paragraphs to people that hurt them or get in somebody's face for groping them, ect. but no one ever did the same for me. same goes for when my two best friends blamed me for what happened, and my other friends didnt even mention the situation. everyone kinda stopped talking to me after that.

but in my dr, i have a group of super close friends that defend me from the two that betray me. they send paragraphs to them, block them, and support me. my aunt ends up on the phone with their mom and absolutely loses it on her lmfao T0T

my reasoning for shifting back to quite possibly the worst day of my life is because i wanna fix it. i want to know what it feels like to be loved and supported instead of abandoned. this is my way of healing i suppose.

ON A LIGHTER NOTE here's some cute shit im excited for <3

-me and my best friends are gonna go to this big ball in a couple months, one that i went to with them in my cr, i just really wanna experience it again, it was so fun.

-the ball is where me and my dr crush end up confessing to each other JFAOIWEJRKANEIAJW

-MY CATS AND DUCKS AND COW :D we have three girl black cats, Arson, Murder and Mayhem. we have four ducks, Table Lamp, Carbohydrate (Carby), Heeby Jeeby, and Choi Soobin. and we have a brown cow named Annaliese that my little sister named :)

-my little siblings <3 Phoebe and Eric. they're fraternal twins, 9 years old, and born on May the 4th (the girls who get it, get it)

-Phoebe is like those creepy ass kids on horror movies. she's quiet, usually, and she always looks like she's plotting world domination. she's insanely smart and very sarcastic. she's obsessed with bugs. im a teeny bit scared of her lmfao. her face claim is Mara Wilson

-Eric is the sweetest little guy to have ever existed. he loves to sing and draw, and is very giggly and silly. he annoys the shit out of Phoebe T0T (she still loves him tho) he's very sensitive and very empathetic. he always cries when he sees a stray dog or cat and is always trying to convince us to take in strays. his face claim is Eric Lloyd.

-my aunt/mom Isla is very weird and very eccentric and very funny. she's very spiritual, like i am, and taught me how to astral project, manifest, reality shift, do tarot card readings, cartomancy, spells, stuff like that. she knows i'm a shifter, so i can tell her about my other drs and she tells me about hers. we always script each other into our drs <3 she's a giant feminist and she took me to my first protest when i was like 10. she's soft and kind but she'd 100% kill a man for me and my siblings. she's rollin with the lgbt like me, so i can be queer openly <3

-SLEEPOVERS AND 3AM SNACK RUNS WITH THE DUDES. TRAMPOLINE PARK WITH THE DUDES. ROLLERSKATING WITH THE DUDES. HIKES WITH THE DUDES. ROADTRIPS WITH THE DUDES. im gonna have a freak out i miss my friends so much.

-i scripted a tweaked version of the Leverage: Redemption plot into this dr. Breanna is a part of my friend group, and she and i are hopelessly pining after each other (until the night of the ball IFHAOIHEFH)

-dear god my clothes T0T i cannot wait to play dress up fr

-all the women in my family have psychic/empathic abilities that develop around the age of 10. we also have occasional prophetic dreams/visions.

-i never got to meet my maternal grandmother Joyce in my cr, as she died a long time before i was born, but i scripted she's still alive in my dr and we're very close. im finally gonna get to meet her T0T i cant wait to hug the shit out of her. she was so amazing yall i cant wait to get to know her.

-i have one of those pink american flags with Chaewon from Lesserafim on it lmfao. i love being a patriot <3

[tag-that-oc]

already sent in something about my current ocs but i found an old doc of my old (forgotten) ocs and some of them are...interesting so i thought jd share

so first theres Sol. hes a gladiator forced into the arena to save his dad from getting convicted of murder?? and the MC drags him away from that in order to fulfill her own qudst. he also gets killed in a Dramatic Turn of Events.

the MC is called Gwen. she is a ex (child) soldier who "accidentally" murdered someone (theres debate on it bc the person she killed was. uh. in animal disguise. so did she know???) and is currently trying to figure out why shes getting weird visions. also if her dad is alive. also why she has magic powers.

then theres lukas, who is the Bid Bad Traitor who has an intense accidental homoerotic relationship with Sol. he also kills Sol. what fun :33

oh god and then theres Leah, sol's Official Love interest. shes. i dont know what shes doing but it was an enemies to lovers storyline.

finally, theres Damon and Phoebe, Gwen's aunt and uncle. theyre also gods. personifications of war and fear. i think.

these ocs i havent looked at in AGES but they are by far the best version of themselves 💀

they sound really cool!! its always nice to rediscover ocs you havent thought about in ages

[cecexwrites]

Teen Wolf Masterlist

Name: Amalie Elise Deveraux Fic: Coven Wars Ship: None Species: Witch FC: Blake Lively Amalie has always been the golden child, something her sister Charlotte made incredibly easy. Now Amalie is just waiting for the day her mother steps down as the Matriarch of the family so that she can step into the role. She has no idea about what's going on behind the scenes. That her sister's bastard child is in Beacon Hills and is more powerful than any of them expected

Name: Artem Mikhail Sokolov Fic: Coven Wars Ship: Will Argent Species: Witch FC: Matthew Daddario Being the heir is something Artem has always taken incredibly seriously. The Sokolov name means power, strength and that is the legacy Artem intends to continue. Of course the cute Hunter who just came to town is really getting in the way of his focus.

Name: Bambi Perilee Bardot Fic: Coven Wars Ship: Eli Hale Species: Necromancer FC: Rachel Zegler Bambi was 15 the first time her father killed her. lucky for him she just refuses to stay dead. Now, She's a coffee addict who spends her evening sneaking into the hospital morgue to wake up the dead and talk to them about their lives. Until the day she wakes up a man with a toe tag reading 'D Hale' and now it's her turn to be annoyed because that mother fucker won't stay dead

Name: Charlotte Eloise Deveraux Fic: Coven Wars Ship: None Species: Witch FC: Leighton Meester There was a lot of pressure that came with being the eldest daughter in the Deveraux home. Unfortunately, Charlotte has never been good under pressure. Her cracks came in the form of rebellion of fooling around with the wrong kind of guys. And when she got pregnant, her mother 'handled' the problem. Taking the child away before Charlotte even had a chance to lay eyes on her daughter. Now, nearly 18 years later, the Deverauxs are on the rapidly losing side of the magical war they've been raging in for generations- and Charlotte's past is back to bite them all

Name: Dimitri Mikhail Sokolov Fic: Coven Wars Ship: Leiden Deveraux Species: Witch FC: Louis Partridge The youngest of the Sokolov boys, Dimitri is the perfect mix of Artem and Lev. He knows how to have fun, as one of the more popular guys in school. But he also knows his duty, something his father and eldest brother drilled into his head from a young age. Now if only he could get away from Leiden Deveraux and get her the hell out of his head.

Name: Eden St James Fic: Coven Wars Ship: Isaac Lahey Species: Witch/Werewolf FC: Lily Rose Depp Raised in a wolf pack that abused and discounted her, unable to see the true power that lived within her, Eden unintentionally murdered them all. Soon after she was taken in by Deucalion, who helped her to learn to harness her power and use it purposefully (Mostly for his purposes). Deucalion wants to collect a new toy for his pack, so off to Beacon Hills they go. But none of them know what they are about to face off against.

Name: Isabel Elizabeth Weaver Fic: Coven Wars Ship: Derek Hale Species: Human (With a little druid blood in her) FC: Phoebe Dynevor Running from a bad relationship, Isabel found herself drawn to Beacon Hills for reasons she couldn't explain. She got a job teaching art, made friends and got herself a cute little apartment. Now if only she could get around running into Derek Freaking Hale on a far too regular basis.

Name: Jude Amalie Deveraux Fic: Coven Wars Ship: Lydia Martin Species: Witch FC: Renee Rapp Living a life as the undisputed future head of the Deveraux family, Jude knew she could get away with murder and she pushed the limit constantly. However that all comes to a screeching halt when her Aunt's mistake finds it's way to town and threatens Jude's standing. At least she'll always have the hot ginger Prom Queen Lydia Martin

Name: Leiden Elise Deveraux Fic: Coven Wars Ship: Dimitri Sokolov Species: Witch Deveraux Princess Leiden has never broken a rule in her life (at least she's never been caught breaking a rule) so when she's approached by not only Eli Hale, but Dimitri Freaking Sokolov to break them all to help solve a mystery her first instinct is to tell them both to take a hike but maybe choosing to do the exciting thing for the first time in her life- is a good thing?

Name: Lev Mikhail Sokolov Fic: Coven Wars Ship: tbd Species: Witch The party boy at heart, Lev has never taken anything too seriously. He's just here to have a good time, being too serious is Artem's job. However when Lev finds himself wrapped up in the McCall Pack drama, he's going to have to put down the party boy image and use his magic to save the damn day, whether he likes it or not.

Name: Mia Celeste Hale Fic: Coven Wars Ship: Jordan Parrish Species: Werewolf Once upon a time, the Hale Pack was a force to be reckoned with. But a bitch taking advantage of Derek and a whole light of kerosene ruined that. Mia was out at a sleep over that night and was forced to watch her famly burned. Lucky for her, her older brother and sister survived and she was able to remain in Beacon Hills. Now a reporter at the Beacon Hills Gazette, she is looking to get closer to the cute new deputy, mostly to keep an eye on things and keep them far far away from her family and Pack

Name: Mikhail Anatoly Sokolov Fic: Coven Wars Ship: Kate Argent Species: Witch The Patriarch of the Sokolov family, Mikhail is a monster and he doesn't care who knows it. To him the only thing that matters is power and that means getting rid of that damned Deveraux family no matter the cost. Working with multiple accomplices, Mikhail's plan to seize power is never ending.

Name: Wesley Anne Brooks Fic: Coven Wars Ship: Liam Dumbar Species: Werewolf Being a female werewolf is hard. All Westley wants to do is play Lacrosse but she's too rough for the girls team and keeps getting denied for the boys team. But this year is her year, she's campaigned her way in thanks to Past female lacrosse players like Kira. But when Nolan and Gabe begin their crusade to hunt down all the supernatural creatures in the school, her year might just be cut short. Oh and her long lost father? Yeah he's here too

Name: William Henry Argent Fic: Coven Wars Ship: Artem Sokolov Species: Human (Hunter) As a member of the famous Argents, Will knew his place in life. He was to hunt down all the dirty rotten Supernatural creatures ruining the world. However, a quick stop in Beacon Hills to see his family has everything he's ever known derailing in ways he couldn't imagine.

[shipcestuous]

Oh yes, I did!... Charmed (s/s) (submission)

Hey Shipcestuous. ShipCestFan here.

No long-ass submission or verbose narrative this time, because quite honestly, this doesn’t need one.

How? How… has your blog been in existence for years and the Charmed sisters are not on your list?

I see something on your lists about aunt/nephew and mom/son from the show but nothing about the sisters, themselves. Whaa…???

Is it because it’s too obvious? Too easy? Almost insulting to cestshippers?

Well, I’m not that noble, especially when it comes to shipping, so putting it out there. And I’m calling on all your secret Charmed shippers to let your Charmed flag fly and tell us whom of the sisters you ship and how? I know they’re out there!

I’ll start.

I’m an old goat (as in the animal not G.O.A.T.). lol I’m about the same age as the OG sisters, and I always had (and still have) a soft spot for Prue and Phoebe, especially Phoebe. So when I first started watching the show in ‘98, I immediately shipped Prue and Phoebe. I imagined Prue, being the oldest and mother-like, consoling the younger, and most sensitive of the sisters, Phoebe, leading to their intimate cestship.

When Paige showed up, I liked her fiery attitude and imagined her being the naughtiest of the four, convincing the always straight-n-narrow Piper to loosen up a bit.

Anyway, here’s my favorite screen shot of them.

So let’s hear the stories, folks! Don’t be shy!!

[mikaela-granger]

The Long Wait (Season 3) Chapter 16

Two Weeks

Fandom: Grimm

Pairing: Sean Renard/OFC

The Long Wait Masterlist

A/N: Snapshots of Lorelei’s fortnight on bedrest.

DAY ONE

***Lorelei’s POV***

“Are you sure you are alright, staying home alone?” Sean asked her as he took a seat on the bed beside her.

“I’ll be fine.” Lorelei assured him. “I’ll use my free time to shop online for stuff for the baby’s room. You got to work.”

Sean nodded, still looking unsure as he kissed her goodbye and headed off to work. Once he was gone, Lorelei sighed. These were going to be the longest two weeks of her life. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t make the best of it. She got up and headed out of bedroom to have breakfast before returning to the bedroom with her laptop.

***Sean’s POV***

Sean arrived at work, wishing he could be at home with his fiancée. However, as he had taken half of yesterday off there was work to catch up on. Not long after he arrived, Nick stepped into his office. “How’s Lorelei?” He asked, closing the door behind him.

Sean looked at him. “She seems to be doing alright. Although I am not sure how she is going to handle being on bedrest for the next two weeks.”

Nick chuckled. “She is going to drive us nuts.” Noticing Sean’s questioning gaze, he added. “When Lorelei was five, not long after she started school, she got the chicken pox. Even then she did not take well to having to stay at home all day. She was afraid of falling behind at school. God, she drove us nuts. Every morning, she would get up, get ready for school, and try to convince Aunt Marie to let her go. Stubbornly insisted that she wouldn’t play with her friends, she would just sit at the back of the classroom. When told no, she’d give us the silent treatment or walk around the house sighing loudly. God knows what it would have been like if she had a cell phone.”

Sean smiled; he loved hearing stories of his soulmate’s childhood. She sounded as tenacious than as she was now. Lorelei was always out and about, whether it was school, work, the gym, or socialising with friends. She was always on the move. This pregnancy had certainly slowed her down. And now, she was confined to the apartment. “She understands the importance of bed rest.”

Nick shrugged. “Doesn’t mean she’s gonna like it.”

DAY TWO

***Lorelei’s POV***

By the second day, Lorelei was getting a little antsy. She wasn’t used to this. Although the bed rest ordered by Dr Brody was not overly strict, she was still confined to the apartment. She had already ordered most of the bigger furniture for the baby: the crib, changing table, stroller, and car seat, by the end of the first day. On the Sunday, Sean had gone into work again. Lorelei found herself spending the day in the living room on her phone, the tv on in the background. To pass the time, she was scrolling through the internet and sending funny memes to people. Thankfully, she was distracted after lunch when Juliette had come to visit, her friend Alicia in tow.

“Your asshole husband is lucky I wasn’t there.” Lorelei told Alicia when the women had filled Lorelei in on the events of the morning.

Alicia laughed. “From what Juliette has told me about you, he is very lucky.” Alicia commented. “Did you really kill two men who were trying to kidnap you, while fighting off the effects of chloroform?”

Lorelei shrugged. “Apparently. I don’t really remember a lot.”

Alicia took a sip of her coffee, looking impressed. “Damn, that is about a badass as it can get.”

DAY 5

“Thanks for coming over.” Lorele said, as she let Angela in.

“It’s not a problem. I haven’t seen you in a while.” The older woman said, before holding up the bag she was holding. “Now, I need to get these in the fridge. I have a chicken casserole, spaghetti bolognaise, and Phoebe sent over her sweet and sour pork. She knows how much you love it. Oh, and she sent over her red velvet cupcakes.”

Lorelei smiled. Bud’s wife made a mean sweet and sour pork, while her red velvet cupcakes were to die for. “You guys didn’t need to make all this food.” Lorelei told her as they reached the kitchen.

Angela waved her off. “You need to be taking it easy, that includes not slaving over the stove.” She replied. She smiled. “Besides, you know we show our love with food.”

Lorelei laughed. “Yeah. I know.”

Once the food was put away, the pair sat on the couch. Angela looked at her. “Now, how are you really doing?”

Lorelei sighed before shrugging. “I feel…I don’t know. Scared…anxious…guilty. What could I have done differently? What’s going to happen in the future? You know, if my blood pressure doesn’t improve. I could go into premature labour, I could…I could die or my baby could die. I just…” Lorelei’s voice trailed off, as she was overcome with tears.

“Oh sweetheart.” Angela said, as she put her drink down and pulled Lorelei into her arms. “You are doing everything you can. Sometimes our bodies just…they don’t do what they are supposed to do. And no matter what we do, we can’t change it.”

“I try not to think about it, you know, focus on the good. But…sometimes when I am alone…the bad…it’s all I can think about.” Lorelei sobbed, her head resting on Angela’s shoulder. Angela rubbed her back soothingly.

“I can’t make any promises about what will or won’t happen. But I will tell you this.” Angela had Lorelei sit up, as her hands came to cup Lorelei’s face, her thumbs brushing away the tears. “You are not alone. You have me and the other eisbibers, you have your brother and your friends. And you have your soulmate. You, my dear, are so loved. We are here for you.”

Lorelei smiled tearfully before nodding. “Thank you.”

***Sean’s POV***

Sean was grateful he was able to get off work at a reasonable time. He’d had a few late nights recently, and Lorelei was usually asleep when he got home. He peered into the bedroom, he was a little disappointed to see Lorelei was asleep, Molly and Daisy curled up with her. However, she wasn’t wearing her pyjamas, so it must have been a nap. The smile slipped off Sean’s face when he heard a noise come from the kitchen. Sean took his gun out and slowly crept towards the kitchen. There were still noises coming from the kitchen, someone was definitely here. Sean stepped into the kitchen, gun drawn to face the intruder. It was a woman, she let out a small cry of surprise, arms raised when she saw the gun, and woged…into an eisbiber. Sean lowered his gun. A friend of Lorelei’s. “Sorry. I thought you were an intruder.”

She laughed nervously. “It’s ok. You must be Sean?” She said, as her woged disappeared. “I’m Angela Wurstner, a friend of Lorelei’s.”

Sean holstered his gun. “You’re Katie’s mother, right?”

Angela nodded. “I am. Uh, Lorelei invited me over.”

Sean nodded. “Has she been asleep long?”

“About 45 minutes.” Angela replied. “I was just tidying up, getting some dinner ready. I hope you like chicken casserole.”

Sean smiled; he could understand why Lorelei like Angela. She exuded warmth and maternal energy. “I do.” He glanced in the direction of the bedrooms. “How is she?”

Angela shrugged as she considered what to say. “She’s ok. She was a little upset earlier. Honestly, I think she just needed a mom today.”

Sean was concerned to hear that Lorelei had been upset. However, he was glad that Angela had been there for her. “Thank you for being there for her.” He told Angela earnestly.

Angela smiled warmly at him. “Lorelei’s family. We take care of our own.” She said, and Sean returned the smile.

DAY 6

“Renard.”

“Uh, hi, Captain Renard. It’s Rosalee Calvert.”

“Oh, hello. How can I help you?” Sean was surprised to hear from Lorelei and Nick’s friend.

“Right...um, so I Juliette and I have been planning a baby shower for Lorelei. We were planning on having it later in the summer, but we were thinking about moving it forward, to this Sunday afternoon. We thought it might cheer her up a bit.”

Sean nodded. Although Lorelei tried to hide it, Sean knew that being forced to stay at home all the time was bringing her down. She had expressed concern that Dr Brody may suggest extended the bedrest or even hospitalisation. Perhaps an afternoon with all her friends celebrating her and their baby would lift her spirits. “That sounds like a lovely idea.”

“Oh, good. I wasn’t sure whether you thought it might be a bit much for her.” Rosalee told him, sounding relieved.

“No. I think it might be just what she needs.” Sean said. “What time were you thinking?”

DAY NINE

***Lorelei’s POV***

Sunday found Lorelei, surrounded by all her female friends for her baby shower. Lorelei had been surprised when Sean had told her that morning that her friends would be throwing her an early baby shower that afternoon. Rosalee, Juliette, Angela and Phoebe, Bud’s wife had arrived around 11 to get set up. Sean had left not long after that, telling Lorelei to have fun. It was midday when the other guests started trickling in. Katie, Melody and the other girls in their group, Carly Kampfer, Juliette’s friend Alicia, and some of the female eisbibers that Lorelei was close with. There was a lot of food including  devilled eggs, tea sandwiches, cheese and cold cuts, a cobb loaf with spinach dip, red velvet cupcakes, and a chocolate fountain. There was iced tea, cocktails and mocktails. Rosalee and Juliette had the idea to have a little photo booth. They bought different props and everyone had fun taking pictures with both the instant camera’s they had brought as well as their own. Rosalee and Juliette had also arranged a few games including diaper toss, a baby shower themed game like ring toss, and diaper change relay race.

The final part of the day involved everyone giving Lorelei their gifts. “Oh Carly, this is beautiful.” Lorelei told the younger girl, as she held up the knitted blanket and crocheted duck. “Did you make these?”

Carly ducked her head shyly. “I did.” She said, smiling as everyone complimented her work.

Once all the gifts were opened, the rest of the afternoon just involved the ladies sitting around, talking. “You know, if someone had told me that I would be sitting at a baby shower, for a Grimm, who is pregnant with a wesen’s child…I’d have thought they were crazy.” Alicia commented before taking a drink of her wine.

Everyone laughed. “I am sure my ancestors are rolling in their graves at that knowledge. And I love it.” Lorelei commented, a shit-eating grin on her face.

Eventually, most had left, leaving on Rosalee and Juliette to finish cleaning up, while Lorelei relaxed on the couch making note of who had given what so she could send out thank you cards. Juliette finished putting the dishes away before she came to sit with Lorelei, letting her feet rest in her lap. “You have a good day?” Juliette asked, as Rosalee also joined them, handing them their drinks.

Lorelei smiled at her friends. “I did. You two outdid yourselves. It was perfect. Just what I needed right now.”

***Sean’s POV***

When Sean arrived home, the sun was just setting, although it sounded like the party may still be going as he could hear laughter coming from the living room. “Ah, the father-to-be has arrived.” Juliette said as he entered. Lorelei was laying on the couch, head in Rosalee’s lap and feet in Juliette’s. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight, more so when Lorelei’s face brightened upon seeing him.

“I am. Did you ladies have a good time?”

“It was great.” Lorelei said looking up at him. “Although don’t mind these two, they are a little buzzed.”

“Lies.” Rosalee said glancing down at her.

“You two just polished off another bottle of wine.”

“It’s a party. Leave us alone. Geez, you’re such a mom already.” Juliette told her.

Sean shook his head at their antics as Rosalee glanced at her phone. “Oh, Monroe’s here. Come on Juliette, let’s give the parents-to-be some alone time.”

Once the two had left, Sean joined Lorelei on the couch, pulling her into his lap, holding her close. “You had a good day?” He asked, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head.

Lorelei nodded. “I did. I had a lot of fun. It was nice just hanging out with everyone. There was food, games, and gifts. Rosalee and Juliette did a great job.”

Sean rubbed her back. “I’m glad.” He said, holding her tightly.

They sat there in contended silence for a little while, before Lorelei grabbed his hand, placing it on her stomach. “Do you feel that?”

Sean concentrated for a moment, and then he did indeed feel it. He looked at Lorelei in amazement. “Is that…?”

Lorelei nodded, smiling at him. “Yeah. She’s kicking. You can feel her now as well.” She said softly.

A smile broke out across Sean’s face as pressed his hand a little against Lorelei’s belly. He was rewarded with another kick. And then another. There she was…their little girl.

DAY 12

A couple of days before Lorelei’s next doctor’s appointment, Sean had arrived home to the sound of the cello. As he approached the living room, he was surprised to see Monroe seated on one of the dining room tables playing the cello. Sean could see Lorelei was curled up on the couch, fast asleep. Monroe stopped playing when he spotted Sean. “Oh, uh, hi.” He said, looking a little awkward.

“Hi.”

“Uh, Lorelei asked me to come play the cello for her. And, uh, when she fell asleep, I figured I’d just keep playing. I haven’t had much chance to practice lately.”

Sean nodded. “How long has she been asleep?” He asked, approaching his sleeping fiancée. She looked like an angel. Sean crouched down beside her, tenderly stroking a strand of hair off her face.

“Not long, she keeps drifting in and out. She has been out for about thirty minutes this time.” Monroe glanced at his watch. “Although, I should probably head home. Rosalee will be wondering where I am.”

“Thank you, Monroe. For, keeping her company.” Sean said, once Monroe had packed up.

Monroe nodded at him, before heading out the door. Sean sat on the coffee table, reaching his hand out to rest on Lorelei’s belly. Shortly after, he was rewarded with a kick from his daughter.  Sean smiled, leaning forward to press a kiss on Lorelei’s belly before he got up and went to arrange dinner.

DAY 14

“At least I can get out and about now.” Lorelei commented as they returned from her doctor’s appointment.

“That is true, but nothing crazy though. You do still have to take it easy.” Sean reminded her. There hadn’t been much change in Lorelei’s blood pressure, however everything was all well with the baby.

“Nothing crazy. But I can start setting up the baby’s room. Do you have to work on Sunday?”

Sean shook his head. “No. We can set up the bigger furniture. I’m sure if left to your own devices, you would try it yourself.”

Lorelei shrugged. “Yeah, probably.”

“And you are sure you don’t want to have the room painted?”

Lorelei shook her head. “I like the colour of the wall. It’s fine for the baby’s room.”

“If you’re sure.”

A/N: Not an overly interesting chapter, but I didn’t want to skip the bed rest period completely.

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[reborrowing]

Since phoebe is a sci fi enjoyer, whats her fav types of sci fi media, like if she prefers novels or movies?

Also which career is she going for 👀

she likes a good lighthearted, fun sci-fi movie, especially to watch with friends but does get annoyed with excessive handwaving at how everything works and overall prefers books because they tend to have more “real”/hard sci-fi with interesting premises

and career….somewhere around this site there’s a post about writing characters in a field you know nothing about and sending them to the science factory and Phoebe borders on this for me 😅

right now I’m thinking she’s getting started in studying radiology/imaging or something else under the medical physics umbrella—my thinking is that most of her family has worked in healthcare and as much as she does love space its always felt a little frivolous her to dedicate herself to the stars when she grew up hearing about her mom or grandpa or aunt saving lives pretty regularly