The C representing Phoebe's true love is not for Coop, but for Cole.
Firstly, because this information literally arises in the arc dedicated to setting up the love story between Cole & Phoebe. Especially since these two ended badly only because actor Julian McMahon wanted to leave the series.
Coop was therefore never planned in advance as our Phoebe's future great love. The fact that he arrives in the very last season, a few episodes before the end, is a strong indicator of this.
Moreover, Phoebe does not describe Coop as being her true love, she just states that even if, yes, she has already loved (romantically) before, she has never known Love like with Coop / before having met him (with whom she also specifies having had the little girl of her vision, surely making the guy even more special in Phoebe's eyes). A logical statement, since Coop is none other than the ultimate incarnation of Love with a capital L, literally being a Cupid. (It’s also a nice nod to another Cupid that Phoebe met in season 2)
But that doesn't mean Coop is Phoebe's (specifically for her) true love. Simply that she has finally found the quintessence of healthy love with him, and which is rightly considered to be the ultimate type of love to achieve in order to be fully happy in the long term in real life and that Phoebe has ultimately always wanted : Find love, keep it and be happy for the rest of his life.
The actress Alyssa Milano AKA Phoebe, herself declared that Cole was her character's true love.
So sorry, but it was always clear to me that Cole was Phoebe's true love.
Conversely, Coop may not be her true love, but he is the one who allowed Phoebe to experience the healthy Love that will finally allow her to obtain the happy life she was looking for.
True love and Love with a capital L are not necessarily the same thing. They also have different definitions.
True love : a real freedom to trust, to truly be who you are and to accept others with their qualities and faults. (Like Cole & Phoebe AKA Phole)
Love with a capital L : It is loving without expectations, demands or obligations because love with a capital L is reciprocal and balanced, ensuring that the other offers us the same thing on their side. (Like Coop & Phoebe)
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Hey could you do boygenius x sick younger artist reader, maybe it’s kind of the beginning of the tour so ya is still kind of shy and intimated by them so they try to hide it until they just can’t anymore and they boys kind of watch of them and take care of them and it becomes like a bonding experience , super excited for you to write the boygenius x ya reader fic series I love ur page and am always checking to see if you’ve updated ❤️❤️
EEEE!!!! i had a lot of fun with this one!! i’m sorry if it’s really long i got carried away!!
consider this part 1 of the young artist au :D an introduction
‼️RPF‼️
“fresh soup”
the boys & younger!artist reader!
Part 2 here!
(not proofread!!)
word count: 1,969
not even two days into the tour and you were in your assigned bunk with the sniffles. as if the universe has different plans for you. you were excited for the tour but having stressed the entire week hoping it all went to plan.
yet here you were. tissue box propped up against your side as you scrolled through social media. the tour bys was on a bumpy road causing you to take deep breaths. it wasn’t helping.
you were the opening act for boygenius. a famous supergroup full of talented musicians. it was your first ever tour and you were nervous. you spent the first day travelling from where you, phoebe, lucy and julien just settled down into their home for the next couple of months.
“kid” startled out of your thoughts, you heard a small tap on the side of the bunk.
��mhm?” you pulled the small curtain open meeting eye to eye with julien. she looked at you with a look of worry and concern
“thought we lost you back at the buss stop. haven’t seen you come out since we drove off. you doing ok?” julien crossed her arms, glancing over you, taking note of the tissue box and scattered tissues in your bed.
“feeling homesick?”
“i’m fine” you avoided her stare, taking interest in the other bunk behind her. your voice was hoarse. sore to swallow and talk. it had you wincing slightly.
“shit- are you sick already?” julien leaned forward a bit, pressing the back of her hand to your forehead. “i said im fine” you frowned.
“doesn’t sound like you’re fine. you want to come out into the lounge and watch some tv with us? instead of being cooped up in here all day” the tattooed woman gave an offer. a small smile on her face. you considered the options. whilst you weren’t that close to the boys or julien you were a bit hesitant on taking up the offer.
weighing the pros and cons felt like it was more cons than pros at this point. what if you got the boys sick? they’d have to cancel the show. you couldn’t afford to get them sick. you’d rather seclude yourself into the safety of your little bunk to wallow in pity and sickness.
“i’m fine- i think id like to stay here, please?” your hand was reaching up to pull the curtains shut when julien nodded. “you sure kid? phoebes makin’ breakfast you want some?”
the thought of having breakfast made you frown. you weren’t sure. you appreciated the thought of julien offering it to you but politely declined. you could make your own breakfast if you wanted to. you didn’t want the boys to use more of what they had themselves. that wasn’t something you wanted to tell julien though.
“i packed some breakfast bars if i need any- thank you though” you gave julien a nod, quickly closing the curtain this time with a small sigh. you listened carefully to julien’s footsteps walking out the door and into the lounge. muffled talking can be heard behind the door. you sighed a little in relief, sneezing a bit as you rolled over onto your other side and shut your eyes for a bit.
unfortunately, people had other plans. the door to the bunk room opened quickly. hurried footsteps made their way down the hallway. you prayed silently, hoping they didn’t stop at your bunk but they did.
“nu uh- absolutely not!” your curtain swung open. you squinted your eyes with a glare, turning over to be met strands of platinum silver hair. phoebe bends down slightly to meet your eyes. “you’re having breakfast, get up and come on” she nodded her head.
“i’m not gonna let you rot away in this ugly-ass bunk. as tour bus buddies, we need to eat and plan for the tour, so come on” phoebe walked down the hallway, humming a tune to herself. an apron was hugging her waist. you stared in confused for a second, watching as she swing a fork around like a microphone.
with a sigh, you flung yourself out of the bunk. your hair was messy and your eyes were dark with bags under your eyes. you wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep but unfortunately, the three musicians in the other room had different plans for you.
“and she has finally left the bunk. seems like the first time we’re finally meeting you!” you quietly opened the door into the small lounge area. it wasn’t big but it wasn’t small either. there was a fridge with cabinets and a sink. on the other side there was a couch with a pull out table.
lucy and julien were sat at the couch. phoebe was hunched over the counter. three pots of cup noodles were opened on the table. a fourth one was being prepared. you took a seat closest to lucy, looking at the tv playing some random cartoon.
“see this bitch” lucy nudged you with her elbow and nodded towards phoebe. “the only woman i know to wear an apron while making cup noodles because she says ‘it’s needed’ needed for what pheebs?” lucy chuckled.
“it’s true- don’t listen to her” phoebe settled the four cups on the small table, taking a seat beside you. “she doesn’t know what she’s talking about. i absolutely need an apron for making these” she twirled the noodles around her fork.
“why?”
“i wanted to look like a cute sexy housewife while cooking you guys some breakfast- damn, you guys don’t appreciate shit in this house” you listened and ate quietly as phoebe and lucy took into a debate. you looked up, catching julien’s eyes as she rolled her eyes jokingly at the other two.
“so i was told you’re sick? little birdie told me you sound like shit” you look up at lucy as she stared down at you. you continued to twirl your noodles. “you could say that yeah”
“you’re lucky tour isn’t for another two days. you can rest and take plenty of fluids. make sure your vocals are good too.” the taller woman added as she pointed her fork towards you.
“julien is making soup tonight. should help. something warm too” phoebe added
“how are you gonna make soup in a tour bus?” you looked at the three in confusion. maybe there was some type of technique you didn’t even think of. but clearly seeing there isn’t anywhere for a stove or oven you were stuck for ideas.
“our last tour we bought a portable stove. a lifesaver if you want something cooked up, instead of living off pot noodles and snacks. portable stove and a pot and it’s just like at home”
“ahh” you replied. that was interesting. your first time on a tour bus, you wouldn’t have thought about it. you quickly ate the rest of your noodles and leaned back, tugging your legs to your chest. you ended up settling into a peaceful quietness as you and the boys watched spongebob on the overhead tv. you weren’t too interested but it was something to pass the time. you were called out to eat with the boys- you didn’t know if you were able to go back to your bunk even if you so wanted to. you didn’t want to sound or appear rude-
“-yeah?” you shook your head, blinking a bit. three pairs of eyes stared back at you. “huh?” feeling a blush creep up on your cheeks, you quickly looked away, wishing the tour bus would open up and spit you out
“i said, you don’t need to hang out with us here if you don’t want to. we’re not stopping you from going back to the bunk” julien nodded her head. her eyes were kind and soft. there was no anger or upset in them. it made you unclench your shoulders and let out a deep breath.
“i’m just going to sleep for a bit” you whispered. phoebe quickly stood up, making space for you to leave.
“that’s totally fine dude. take all the rest you need. we will be calling you for dinner though” phoebe placed a hand on your shoulder and have it a small squeeze. you smiled slightly, ducking out of the room and back to your bunk.
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“knock knock” you opened your eyes to the familiar voice outside the curtains. lucy stood at the bunk this time, moving the fabric aside with a small smile. “dinner time, we’d give it to you here but don’t wanna spill it all over the one place you sleep. wanna come eat with us in the lounge?” you nodded your head, hopping out of the bunk silently.
“just have some soup and go back to bed” lucy placed a hand in your shoulder and led you back into the lounge.
“evening, sleepyhead. get good sleep?” phoebe sat on the couch this time. laptop on the table and feet kicked up on the other side of the couch. julien was hovering over the small portable stove on the countertop. the smell of tomato soup filled the air.
“have a seat- phoebe get your damn legs off the couch, let them sit down” julien turned around, wacking phoebe with her hand as she grumbled. “personal space doesn’t exist with this one around” lucy gestured for you to sit down first, sandwiched between phoebe to your left and lucy to your right.
“how are you enjoying bus life so far?” phoebe sat cris crossed on the furnature, typing away at her laptop. you held your phone in your hand, switching it on to check the time. 5:34pm.
“it’s fine. it’s unusual- probably because it’s my first time on a tour bus” you replied, glancing at phoebes laptop. she seemed to be replying to emails.
“i’d say the last time you were on a tour bus must’ve been for high school? field trips or whatever they are” julien speaks from countertop. “you did graduate couple months ago right?” you nodded to confirm julien’s statement
“i feel so old now” lucy leaned back on the couch. “there’s like.. an actual child on tour with us it’s like we’re babysitting”
“i mean, i just turned 19 like a couple of months so i’m not really a kid anymore” you said with a small smile.
“oh god that’s not a child. that’s a whole fucking teenager” phoebe laughed. “or young adult. either way i feel like a senior citizen- feel like you’re gonna ask me what the great depression is like or something” this has the whole tour bus laughing.
“alright, pipe down meemaw. you’ll get your dinner and then you can watch your game shows later” julien joked, grabbing the ladle and filling the dishes.
“fresh soup from the portable stove coming up. careful- bowls are hot” julien placed the dishes down onto the table one by one. cloth covering her hands as a substitute for an oven glove.
you stared at the soup with a small smile. “thank you” julien shrugged casually “don’t even worry about it, kid”
you listened to the boys start random conversations. they’d always include you in them. it made you feel happy. you were happy to be included.
“would you rather - listen ok important question” phoebe swung her fork around carelessly as she started the conversation . lucy frowned “can you not maybe try spill soup everywhere?” phoebe gave lucy the middle finger. lucy giving her back back. you laughed loudly at the interaction unraveling before you
“ok before i was RUDLEY interrupted. would you rather be a worm or an ant. i feel like this really determines our friendship with you, kid”
you sat there with wide eyes for a moment.
“what type of question is that?”
“SEE? THANK YOU”
“OH FUCK YOU GUYS”
maybe it wasn’t that bad hanging out with the boys. you’d definitely be doing this more often.
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