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phoebe 'pheebs' prescott. 39. employee @ the last chapter. mama to teddy.

[phoebe-prescott]

-phoebe pheebs prescott.

age: 39. birthday: January 30th, 1989 pronouns: she/her. birthplace: san diego occupation: employee - the last chapter best traits: free-thinking, playful, nurturing worst traits: guarded, head-strong, commitmentphobe. sexuality: bisexual.

-more. tw, infidelity, domestic violence, teenage pregnancy, death

phoebe was born and raised in california, and her childhood was a happy one until her father cheated on her mother but they still tried to make the marriage work. there was a lot of arguments, fighting and aggressive behavior in the household after that. 

phoebe became a runaway at fifteen with her good friend luke prescott, and while on the road together they fell in love.

at sixteen, phoebe had a surprise baby who is @teddy-prescott so her and luke settled in the nearby town of lockwood springs. she’s lived in lockwood for 23 years now.

the keepers helped the young parents a lot and eventually luke joined the club. 

phoebe and luke eventually got married and slowly figured out how to be stable parents to little teddy. they were crazy about one another, so it was a very happy time of their lives.

over time luke became sgt in arms for the keepers, but sadly was killed on a run four years ago. 

phoebe lost her sparkle and was not her usual upbeat self, but eventually has worked towards finding herself again. if it wasn’t for her daughter, she doesn’t think she would have been able to.

phoebe is hippie vibes all over, and she’s very relaxed and playful. but she also speaks her mind and isn’t a shrinking violet at all. 

lives by the motto “you do you” and probably says it a lot too. 

meditates, smokes and tries her hand at a whole bunch of hobbies. 

doesn’t have a lot of money but will still give her last dollar to someone who might need it more.

protective mama bear if provoked about teddy but also isn’t in-denial that teddy has one of “those” personalities that can rub people the wrong way.

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teddy:

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“Well if you didn’t turn up and start requesting songs when it’s a band with a set list, I’d probably not have such strong opinions.” she laughed at her mom, enjoying the blunt while she still had it but handed it over when she was offered the phone. “Do Dough Bros do that now? Track? That’s hilarious.” she laughed, but it wasn’t really that funny. Just the idea of Elijah Jones in a panic in his car, knowing people were watching his location. “He’s still Downtown.” she then explained after checking in on the little dot on the map. “I guess? Don’t have to, I can manage. I mean, it’s not the safest but who cares.” Teddy chuckled, putting the phone between them both as she watched her mother practically finish the ice-cream. “Wow, fuck me. Who even likes ice-cream anyways, am I right?”

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                     “Okay, excuse me Miss Music Protector, but if they got guitar and drums, why the hell can’t I request some Journey?” Phoebe would refuse to see Teddy’s point of view on it. Bands played music, she should be able to ask for whatever music she wanted. “You’re asking the wrong gal.” she then said about tracking, even though she had been the gal to order the pizza in the first place. Phoebe was too busy thinking to respond properly, until she moved off the porch entirely to head inside without a word. All that could be heard were cupboards being opened and the rummaging hands of a muttering woman searching. Finally, Phoebe returned, handing over an old phone that none other than Luke used. “He wouldn’t want you walking anywhere or going anywhere without being able to call home. It’s not even that old, I think it’ll work fine. Better than that old shit, anyways.” she nodded her head towards Teddy’s current one before she laughed and pointed to the house. “I threw the ice-cream in the trash, it was empty anyways.”

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gabriel

flanagan’s pub

@phoebe-prescott​

Should he say sorry? No. It wasn’t like he arrested little Teddy Prescott anyways, he was just doing his job. On both occasions. Why should he say sorry? Gabe was a cop first, cleaner second and he did both jobs properly and well. There was no need for Phoebe to be an over protective mother, Teddy was an adult. An adult that tried stealing chips but Gabe wasn’t dumb enough to want that kind of paperwork. And the storm? Pff. That was their safety. Why was Phoebe in the Irish pub, anyways? All of these thoughts stormed through Gabe’s mind as he approached the woman, curious why someone so close to the M.C wanted to venture from their usual stomping ground. He definitely was not going to say sorry. His arm rested on the bar top beside her. “Sorry.” Fuck. “Look, I didn’t arrest her and the first time around, I was trying to look out for everybody because somebody died. So maybe cut me a little slack here and let me get you a drink to say sorry? Even though I shouldn’t even be sorry, she was trying to steal chips.”

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                    Phoebe didn’t frequent the Irish pub often, only when Teddy told her to get out of The Phoenix because she was embarrassing her. But cheap drinks were fine, no matter where they came from. Neon Boots was a little further than she was willing to go, so Irish pub and grub it was. Squinting at the smeared chalk written menus, Phoebe didn’t take any notice of the man beside her until an apology sounded out. Her head flipped, glancing over Gabriel with a look of disinterest until he finished speaking. “That’s the shittiest apology I’ve ever heard in my life.” she stated naturally to him, tilting her head and noticing that he had a different vibe altogether when he wasn’t in uniform. “I’m meant to say thanks to you? Is that it?” she gestured between them before laughing. “Tell you what, you get me a whole bottle of Jameson to take home and not share with you, we’ll talk.” She needed a new one for when she had friends over, and she didn’t care if pubs didn’t sell things by the bottle. She was making a point.

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teddy

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“Yeah, Stevie said she would close up.” Teddy shrugged as she got out of her car and walked over to her mother. It wasn’t a surprise why Teddy was the way she was, both her parents managing to balance between unconventional and attitude-city perfectly. “Sorry to disappoint, it’s just me. Your daughter.” she teased, climbing up the steps and coming to sit beside her on the bench. Of course, Teddy swooped up the blunt that was resting in the ashtray between them. “Shit, no. I turned my phone off to save battery. The whole thing is losing charge like every five seconds. It’s freakin’ busted.” she sighed, grabbing it from her pocket and trying to turn it on. “We would’ve had a tub to share if somebody’s greedy ass didn’t get to it first.” she then said, laughing.

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                        “Aw, that’s nice. It’s been a while since I’ve seen that beautiful woman. It’d be nice if you let me stop by The Phoenix some time.” Phoebe laughed, too giggly from the blunt to really care that her daughter got a little embarrassed about her. “Apology accepted but can you track to see how far away that Jones boy is?” she held out her phone with ice-creamy fingers for Teddy to take, snorting slightly. “Well, I don’t have new-phone money sweetheart. Guess I can ask around and see if anyone’s selling their old thing?” she suggested before another fit of laughter followed. “I know!” she gasped as if she wasn’t the ice-cream culprit. “We gotta start labeling our shit.”

[phoebe-prescott]

where: prescott home with: @teddy-prescott​

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                     Phoebe had always been a self-proclaimed hippie, even if adult life hit her in the face when she was still a teen. She thought it was pretty obvious why her and Luke were settled in Colorado, the state’s relaxed laws being one of the main reasons. Enjoying the benefits of them, Phoebe heard Teddy’s car pull to the house and she waved from the tiny porch. “Wasn’t expecting you home tonight, so I ordered pizza.” she laughed, pointing to her daughter. “I thought you were Elijah Jones for a moment. Got all happy.” Phoebe added, already eating ice-cream. There were no rules in their house, and she made them anyways. “Also, I texted you about getting a new tub of Ben and Jerry’s. Which I guess you...didn’t see.”

[phoebe-prescott]

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Teddy couldn’t work out what she hated more. The dumb MC or cops. And in her arrogance, she ignored the uniformed man at the counter as she browsed through the snacks. She didn’t realize it was Gabriel until he heard her trying to hide away a bag of chips and she turned to him. “Oh come on, they’re 1.75 actually. If there’s anyone you should be arresting it’s the owner of this place.” she scoffed. Then she confidently pointed to the corner camera which he mentioned. “That one’s been busted for months.” she looked back to him and tilted her head with a bitter expression. “Do you really need to bump your numbers up so bad you’re gonna spend time on paperwork about chips?”

Gabe considered himself a calm man…a man who had patience and wasn’t easily bothered by trivial things. But Gabriel also had a hard time ignoring the principles of things, and right now young Theodora’s attitude was a detail he couldn’t really pretend wasn’t there. “Not about numbers.” he gruffed, crossing his arms and scowling back at her. “You think I give a shit about those chips? No. But I’ll tell you what’s bothering me.” he began. “You came in here, saw someone standing at the counter with a uniform on, decided you weren’t gonna try and go for the quiet snacks round the ways but no, you tried to grab the nosiest packet of chips right behind me. It’s the dumbassery that bothers me.”

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                   Phoebe wondered what was taking her daughter so damn long. The movie was about to start any moment, and they had timed to arrive when the dumb commercials finished. But no, Teddy wanted a bunch of snacks for the experience. Sighing, Phoebe peered through the gas station window between all the stickers and posters and flyers that were stuck to the glass. “Oh hell no.” she muttered when she saw the one and only Gabriel Ramos. She fled the car quickly, storming into the store with urgency. “Baby, we’re gonna be late. You chose something yet?” she asked Teddy, giving a suspicious look at Gabriel. “Hello again, Deputy. You mind backing up? Don’t know why you want to be intimidating a young girl who’s just getting food.”

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gabriel:

“Little.” Gabriel rejected the adjective with a light scoff. Five nine was an average height, and he was not going to feel ashamed of it. “Ma’am, do we really have to go through all this again?” he sighed, tired and wishing he could stop guarding the door and get some sleep. Not a hope in hell’s chance with Phoebe declaring herself as a flight risk. “We’re just keeping everyone separate for now, so we can all...try and get some sleep. Your girl is fine, because there’s no way she’s out in that thing.” Gabe explained, pointing to the windows. “Have you tried holding your phone up higher to see if the texts send? Always works for me.”

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                     “I don’t know, do we?” Phoebe replied loudly, crossing her arms impatiently. She had to take a breath as she stared to the glass within the classroom door, shaking her head with a whole manner of cusses running through her brain. “I know she’s not outside, Deputy.” Phoebe’s agitated voice sounded back, announcing each syllable crisply. “I just want to know where she is and then I will happily shut my mouth like you obviously want me to.” the mother was iritable and restless, pacing back and forth a few times. “Wow, that’s some expert intel. I’ll be sure to remember it if I’m stuck somewhere with no service.”

[phoebe-prescott]

where: edison high school with: @gabriel-ramos​

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                      “I just don’t see why it’s so hard for an officer of the law to walk his little legs down the hall and see if one of his other little buddies has got the name Theodora Prescott on their little list.” Phoebe’s voice raised as she stood in front of Gabriel. It was the second time that she had paced the classroom to confront the Deputy that was stopping her from leaving. Safety protocols or whatever, which Phoebe didn’t care about. “There’s no service, and I just want to know she’s been listed in your little head count. So please, wipe that dumbfounded look off your face and do your job.” Phoebe knew she wasn’t a controlling mother, but she also knew she was protective. Like any good mother would be. Wanting to know Teddy was safe seemed like a fundamental right she was being denied. “You don’t even have to let me leave, I’ll stay here with everyone else.”

[phoebe-prescott]

teddy:

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“Mm, I bet.” Teddy smirked, and a little tickle of laughter left. It didn’t last for long, because the mention of her dad always made Teddy retreat quietly. It was always going to be too raw and new, no matter how many years passed and it didn’t matter how well her mother did with time. “I guess.” was all she could say, bringing her jacket back over herself further as if it was a fabric wall of protection. “I guess between his attitude and yours, I didn’t stand much of a chance.” Keep it light, she told herself. It was better than snapping at her own mother. The little fall backwards helped make her laugh at least, putting her legs down to plant herself firmly in the seat. “Older than me? I’m getting pretty old, I think we need to upgrade our camping shit.” Even though they never went anymore. It was a family thing, and Teddy and her mom were pretty hopeless at securing their tent. “Case and point, I get my attitude from you more. How’s it feel to be the reason why I’m so annoying?”

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                     Phoebe laughed, giving her daughter a playfully judgmental glance. “Baby please tell me how I could’ve had the time to party when I had a kid as wild as you?” she sat up taller, eager to hear Teddy’s imaginative take. Phoebe was a watchful mother, and saw her daughter shrink back in the seat slowly as if she was sheltering from the storm itself. It always went that way whenever Luke’s name was mentioned. Sometimes not even his name, and Phoebe was caught in the crossfire of healthily moving on but not leaving Teddy behind in the pain. “What that girl with the bad wig say? Best of both worlds?” she teased, catching Teddy’s desire to play through the topic. “You’re not old, I mean you’re getting there. But not yet, you got some growing to do still.” she smiled, waving a free hand above Teddy’s hair. “Firstly, I don’t think you’re annoying and secondly, I don’t think we have an attitude problem. We just have good bullshit detectors, and that’s other people’s problem. Not ours.”

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teddy​:

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“Well how do you know how it goes down, huh?” Teddy teased quickly, poking her finger into her mother’s side softly. Their relaxed relationship was possibly judged from outside eyes, but Teddy had been taught to not give a damn. She felt closer to her mother than she heard some people say they did about theirs. But there was no denying that Phoebe’s own young age played a part in it. Now Teddy was an adult, she could see that her mother was just a kid too but it only made her love her more for it. “I’m glad you see it the way I do.” she laughed as she took another sip of beer and then pulled her knees up to her chest. She hoped the shitty camping chair wouldn’t topple her backwards. “Ummmmmm, moms aren’t supposed to cuss at their children, aren’t you like worried what people might think?” she laughed as she teased playfully, leaning a little too far and almost tipping backwards.

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                         “Movies.” Phoebe shrugged away from her daughter’s poking digit, laughing loudly as she delivered the same aloof attitude Teddy always gave her. Her answer was true, she was too young to experience the wild party life. But motherhood was definitely an adventure all on it’s own. An adventure Phoebe wouldn’t have changed for the world. “Sometimes I wonder where your sass comes from but then I remember your father.” Phoebe laughed again softly. It was getting easier to talk about Luke, easier to remember the good and funny memories than talking about the loss of him. “Teddy, please just sit your ass normally on this chair. It’s older than you are.” the mother held her hand out to steady the camper seat, laughing as her daughter was nearly thrown backwards from it. “And, do I really need to answer that? The day I worry about other people’s opinions is the day you need to call the doctor.”

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xavier:

“Of course not!” Xavier answered respectfully, laughing awkwardly because he realized Phoebe was always going to be one step ahead with wit. She reminded him of Sofia in that respect, always ready with a good joke and smart advise. Xavier nodded and tucked his hands into his pockets. “That’s a good bet, because Sofia says I’m greedier than some of the horses.” he grinned widely, happy to make a joke out of himself. “Oh yeah? Well whatever you gave us tasted way better than a weird noodle stew from the apocalypse. Unfortunately, there’s no one else to back up my claim because I ate it all but I’m not a liar.” he laughed. “Makes sense.” Xavier nodded, thinking about two things. The salad he ate with Evie and if getting Teddy something to eat would showed he cared. Weird, though. She’d probably laugh at him and dump it over his head. “What else kinda…says you care about someone?”

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                      “Hmm, I got my eye on you Xavier Silva.” Phoebe laughed kindly, but she knew he was a good kid. The hard time he faced was none of his fault, and Phoebe liked to believe people could overcome their hardships. Even if their road to success looked a little rocky. “You sure as hell got a mane like those horses. Look at all these curls. Just like Sofia. Must run in the family.” she smiled, pointing to the thick head of hair he wore like a crown. Phoebe arched a brow as Xavier talked, nodding her thanks to the compliment but she was too busy watching him to reply properly. Call it a mother’s instinct, but Phoebe crossed her arms and sighed. “Now, I know you’re not asking me for basic empathy lessons, Xavy. What’s really going on?”

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sofia​:

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“I might be old with no ability to remember where I put anything, but I can occasionally remember a lyric or two.” She laughed along with her friend, unsure how she remembered anything anymore. What she loved, however, was having a good time and not worrying about everything under the sun for a little bit. “That’s adorable and you certainly are the sunshine. Both you and Teddy.” Which was the damn truth if she ever said it. Get Lola beside the two of them and Sofia would never stop smiling. “Well there’s plenty to frown about so I will use you as my excuse to smile.” A grin still sat in place from the laughter but faded to a softer smile. “I think so. I don’t know where Lol ran off to, Diego is off doing Diego things, Tristin is over with the rest of the kids in the child center thing they set up, Xavier is bouncing between cute girls flirting but swears to me he is not a player, and Ro- er, wait, I think that’s everyone.” The fact that Roman’s name tried to come out of her mouth made her cheeks flush. “How’s Teddy been doing? I’ve been meaning to go say hi to her.”

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                       “Well, that’s all that matters. Who cares where you put the thingy-a-thing anyways?” Phoebe laughed as she touched a hand over her own heart. “That girl is sunshine and a storm all at once.” she said affectionately. She loved her daughter but she knew Sofia could relate, having Tristin and Xavier under one roof and little Lola who seemed to be on a different planet every time Phoebe ever saw her. “Stick with me, I’ll make sure we don’t frown too much.” Pheebs smiled, getting comfortable next to her friend and beginning to eat. She made a noise of interest, twice between mouthfuls. “Oh! Xavy was talking to me, asking me questions about what to do to show someone you care. I think he has a little crush.” she thought, grinning because whoever it was would be a lucky girl welcomed into the Silva’s lives. “Ro did what now?” Phoebe then laughed, quirking a brow as she eyed her friend. “Sulked in a corner or something?” she was only messing, even if she did think the newly appeared lawyer was a little gloomy for someone as vibrant as her friend. “Oh, she’s just doing her thing. Sometimes I can’t keep up with her, guess it’s not really my job anymore to but I keep forgetting she’s twenty three and can do what she wants.”

[bonobochick]

Big Sky ep 3x09 

Cassie & Cormac’s dancing date. 💋 💃🏾

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sofia

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                                        Keeping busy is what Sofia did best and food was the best way to do that so of course when they asked if she’d help with packing the lunches she agreed. Sofia laughed and started to dance alongside Pheebs, bright eyes shining with the light her friend filled the room with. “Now you put me on the spot and I can’t remember the words!” She jokingly scoffed but thought about it a little bit longer, mumbling the song under her breath. “Oh! I feel nice, like sugar and spice, so nice bum bum, so nice bum bum, I got you!” The woman giggled. It had been a minute since a laugh like that fell so easily out of here. “Leave it to you to turn an evacuation into a good time.” 

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                    Phoebe shrugged innocently when Sofia wasn’t sure on the next words and she was still grooving to the music to try and encourage her. When her friend finally opened up those pretty lungs, Phoebe cheered impressively. “Damn, you put me to shame. That was not how it was supposed to go.” she teased, continuing plating up some food as she laughed loudly. She loved hearing Sofia’s laughter, knowing that her friend had a lot to contend with and a very full home. “If you can’t find the sunshine, be the sunshine, right?” Pheebs shrugged, sliding over a plate for Sofia. “I figured if we’re gonna be stuck here, there should be something to smile about. All yours holding up fine I take it?”

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teddy:

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“Movies, mom.” Teddy laughed as she also reassured her mother. There were definitely no illegal substances happening in Teddy’s life. “I suggest, we don’t give a fuck about the sea turtles for a little bit.” she stated, looking around and pinching her thumb and index finger together a few times. “Straws? Like those bendy ones?” she wondered if anyone would have them, but if they did it would be the perfect secret-beer tool. Not that Teddy was treating it as secret-beer, she was sipping freely from the obvious bottle. “Okay but have you considered that it’d be really cool to have an FBI mom? Like think of how cool that would be for me. You can get gossip from people within seconds, you’d be sick.” she laughed and then waved around her beer bottle a little higher. “Like this?”

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                      “Alright, was just checking. I gotta do that sometimes.” Phoebe laughed, while wondering if she was still doing this mother thing right even after twenty three years. She was never one to care about cussing even when four year old Teddy first said fuck after she dropped a cup of juice. Probably because Phoebe was only twenty herself, and figured that saying fuck when you drop something was pretty darn truthfully expressive. “’Kay, we can not give a fuck about them just this once.” she side eyed her daughter, laughing again. In the end, straws weren’t even needed since Phoebe retrieved the beer bottle from her jacket and was sipping it freely. “So I have to change career paths just so you look cool?” she squinted one eye, tilting her head. “Yeah, I’ll put it on my application. Teddy thinks it’ll be cool, so hire me.” Phoebe watched her rebellious Teddy do exactly what she knew she would and she laughed the same way she always did. “Yeah just like that, you lil shit.”

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xavier​:

Xavier thought for a moment before he laughed. “I…am not gonna call your daughter a liar to your face so…Doctor it is.” he clicked his fingers, feeling confident he had evaded a trap. Women liked to do them. He shrugged humbly when Phoebe waved away his gratitude. “Too bad, already said it so you have to accept or…you’re the rude one.” Oop, a little bit rude but he laughed it off with a big smile. “Hey! It was good, I kinda got carried away. Before I knew it, whole bowl was gone. I said sorry then too!” he defended himself as he laughed. “But yeah, it was real good. You and Sofia do that a lot, huh? Always sending over leftovers and sh…stuff.”

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                    “Good answer, but does that mean you’ll say it behind my back?” she was only playing, laughing as teased the Silva boy. She knew he was a good kid, always had been and that the Silvas were good people. Even if rumors floated that said otherwise. Phoebe pretended to be shocked at Xavier’s tame sass, opening her mouth and widening her eyes with a scoff. “Okay, we’re playing that game now, huh?” she laughed. “Thanks for apologizing, Xav. I’ll be sure to hand over the food to Lola or Sofia next time.” she relaxed again with a smile, pretending to take a bow at the compliments. “Thanks, I try. I got nothing on Sofia though. Most I could cook for a few years was some kind of noodle stew thing, like something out of the walking dead. And sure we do, it’s like a way of saying...keep safe or...thinking of you, care about you. Food’s a good way to do that.”

[phoebe-prescott]

Mini me

@teddy-prescott