WEIRD HEADCANONS: Pete Graham

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{Text: Peter} You still have the blue garden baby?
{Text} Of course I do
{Text} Want to meet me there?
{Text to Peter} I fucking miss you
{Text to MJ} I miss you too
{Text to MJ} When are you going to come see me?
did your oc grow up with a single parent?
Leslie: Charles’ phone would begin ringing at 11 am sharp.
Charles: He was putting the finishing touches on a pb&j sandwich when he felt it vibrating in his pocket. Still, he managed to answer.
“Hi! I was just going to ring you when I’d finished here. You’re on speaker. Rory, say hello.”
Leslie: A loud and triumphant hello from a boy over the moon for peanut butter and strawberry jam. Leslie just laughed for a moment.
“It’s the man of the house! With the other man of the house!”
Bo: Bo looked up from his laptop, glaring behind half-moon glasses. Stocks in neon green rose and fell over a black background on his screen, but his only focus was the ghoul in front of him.
“Where have you been?”
Brett: Brett’s face was set in thoughtful lines as he absently walked through the door. There hadn’t really been a whole lot of time between here and Bronwyn’s house to digest the conversation he’d had, otherwise he probably would’ve been better prepared for facing Bo.
Then again…all things considered, maybe it wasn’t the worst thing. With any luck.
Brett sighed and sank into the nearest chair.
“New Orleans.”
Tristan: He would’ve wanted to kill him for the look on his mother’s face alone.
Two weeks after Luke’s visit with the private investigator, Tristan found himself sitting on a hotel balcony staring off at the horizon. The view was incredible but he wasn’t really taking it in. All he could see–all he’d been able to see for days–was the look on his mother’s face when he’d told her about the results of Dakota’s investigation.
The DNA test confirmed it: Gideon Clare Boone was his biological father, the man who had impregnated Megan Seger in 1981 and left her to raise a child on her own.
A child that would turn out to be, to Tristan’s devastation and Meg’s bewilderment, a fucking merman.
And now here he was. Sitting in a hotel in Playa del Carmen, Mexico trying to work up the nerve to go see the man while trying desperately not to hurl.
Leslie: {Text to Tristan} We’re having a picnic when the girls are asleep. Out by the water
Tristan: {Text to Leslie} Oh yeah? Are we having it on the boat or do you wanna find a nice secluded spot somewhere
Robert Henstridge in season 4 of The Royals
You weren’t expecting that move, were you, Father? You were wrong about me – admit it. I’m so much more than you ever thought I could be.