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I got you||J.P. and Phoebe
J.P. would have given up already if it wasn't for Phoebe. She always seemed to care and he wasn't used to that. He was laying in his bed unable to get up from the amount of pain and dizziness he was experiencing, hearing the door open he tried to call out to her hoping she heard him. "Phoebe? I'm upstairs." He bit his lip for a minute before calling out again. "I can't get out of bed..my room is the second one on the left."
STEAK OFF 2K15 || Tonkles
Jensen was excited for Phoebe’s visit. Beautiful woman... Steak... What more could you need? He had invited her over to his place, still having the BBQ set up in the backyard. It was a little chilly, but at least it wasn’t raining. He was just pulling some food out of the fridge when he heard a knock at the door. Smiling to himself, he moved through his place to open the door. “Heeey. Hope you brought you A-game,” he greeted her with a chuckle.
What Happens Now? || Phoebe and Dimitri
Dimitri woke up slowly, not wanting to leave the bed. His head pounded slightly, but it wasn't as bad as some days had been the last couple weeks. The memory of the night returned as he saw his sister lying beside him, looking peaceful. He smiled gently, moving a lock of hair so he could see her face. The smile fell as he thought about the consequences of their actions, and whether or not she would still stand by them this morning. While part of him told him he needed to leave and end whatever it was, more of him just wanted her to stay. More than anything he was afraid she'd wake up and say it was a mistake, and that she would rather be with Victor. He was a sweet guy, and definitely not related. He was safe. Dimitri was not. He got up slowly, not wanting to disturb her, and starting making breakfast, trying to keep his mind off of the negative thoughts.
Magic, magic || Cookbook
Going back to her room, Abby quickly got ready for the show that she was going to go to with her wife. She was excited about being in Vegas, since it was a different setting -- and knew that they could think of different things other than drinking and clubbing. Tying her hair up in a messy bun, she let out a small breath hoping that she looked good. Arriving back at where they agreed to meet, she grinned seeing the blonde "You look amazing as always" She mumbled, stealing a kiss.
Cookbook.
Waking up slowly, Abby looked around wondering where she was - this definitely wasn't her room back at the mansion, and then she remembered why that was. The sadness welled up in her again as she thought about her mom. Looking over at Phoebe, the younger woman smiled to herself, thankful that she had her. Moving to lay back down, Abby snuggled into her wife, part of her hoping she would wake up, even if it was just to tell her everything would be okay. "I love you" Abby whispered, resting her head into the crook of the blondes neck.
Cookbook~
Getting the idea to take Phoebe out, Abby prepared them a dinner before putting it in a basket. She knew that Phoebe usually liked to cook, but today was her day to treat her. Looking down at her clothes, she smiled a little, figuring that she was dressed up enough in one of her dresses. Grabbing the basket, she walked to their room and knocked on the door before walking in. "Hey, baby" She grinned and walked over to her girlfriend, because kissing her softly.
Text messages || Cookbook
[Looking through Phoebe's phone, for the fun of it, Abby smiled as she saw her text messages to her girlfriend, seeing a name she didn't recognize, the brunette opened the text and went wide eyed when she saw what the text said] Phoebe! [she yelled, getting off the bed and walking over to her] What the hell is this?
Connect the dots || Cookbook
Texting Phoebe, a small smile played on Abby's lips, she knew that Phoebe didn't completely understand what she was talking about, but she figured it was a good time to show her just how much she loved everything about her. Getting up from the sofa, the brunette made her way to their bedroom, not bothering to knock. "Hey, baby" She grinned at the other brunette and walked over to her, wrapping her arms around the older womans waist. Pulling Phoebe close, Abby pressed a soft kiss to her lips. "How was your day?" She asked, arching a brow slightly.
