Shoelaces Headcanons

Shoelaces headcanons

“I want to write a fanfic for it, about dead kids… In a non morbid way.” ~Me to my college bud.

The concept for my fic is fairly simple. Centering around the question what happens to the children who are unborn? For one reason or another they never truly lived. So they were never good or bad. They are complete blank slates.

Season 1

One of the GP residents was formally a social worker on earth that helped raise millions of dollars for planned parenthood, foster care, and rescued thousands of children from unsafe enivroments.

With Michael and Janet's assistance they decide to continue they're work helping eager couples find their kids and perfect their afterlife families.

Not every couple wants kids so not everyone has a child placed with them.

Chidi seems like a guy who would have liked to have a child. Hence Analiese's placement.

Tahini and Jason don't have a kid. Because that would be torture for the child.

Lysie really throws a wrench in Eleanor's working to become a better person plan. Hard to study being a good when you have to also mascerade as part of the perfect parenting pair.

Lysie is such a blank slate having never lived. All of her personality traits and intrests have to develop.

Her obedient started personality drives Eleanor crazy.

The two aren’t really close.

Ana absolutely adores Chidi, she’s his little shadow for quite awhile.

She does however tire of his indecisiveness often making up his mind for him. In the way a living child would.

“No it’s Ah-na. Not a-nuh!”

This kid can’t tie her shoes.

Eleanor’s negative relationship and actions eventually leads to a glitch in the good place. Having an unwanted effect on Ana’s aging.

Everything corrects it’s self.

After the event. Eleanor’s despite her best efforts grows somewhat attached to Ana.

Ana really isn't a confident child at the start. Eleanor teaches her the value of rebelling a little bit.

This teaching actually leads to Eleanor spending a more time with Ana as she develops a broader personality.

Ana doesn’t understand why Chidi’s teaching Eleanor to be a good person.

Analiese makes so many jokes about the fact that she’s dead.

Ana does what neither Chidi or Eleanor thought to do.

“Janet, please get us the comfiest couch.”

Eleanor teaches Ana how to stuff her pockets with snacks, make a churro donut ice cream cake, and be an over all fun person.

Analiese has a low tolerance for Tahani’s superiority complex.

She thinks Michael is funny.

Eleanor, Chidi, and Ana are very dysfunctional family.

Movie nights with all three of them. Ana picks the movie.

“Why does everyone like Elsa? Anna’s the hero.”

“That’s what I’ve been saying!”

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Turns out I really making covers for my ocs stories is very therapeutic. I’m at peace.

Okay so this is a plea by me. I want to try something even if it's just the once. I want to try writing an imagine. Only issue is I have no ideas. So I'm asking for some requests. Odd are Ill do whoever's comes in first because I have essays due this weekend. But please I want to test my short writing abilities.

If you do send in a request please keep to my blogs theme and keep it platonic. I'm best at child reader stuff. I'm surronded by kids in my real life.

Here's a list of my fandoms:

Doctor Who

Steven Universe

The Good Place

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Star Wars

Imperfectly Perfect

Title: Imperfectly Perfect

Word count: 723

Characters: Shawn Spencer, ocs

Warnings: fluff? Platonic fic not romantic.

Notes: Okay so here's the Prologue to my my short Psych headcanons. The next chapter would feature Morgan in one my favorite episodes. This series sees Shawn Spencer parenting a little Morgan. An anxious darling with a dark family past. This is one series I'm testing out. I do love comments and always read the hashtags in reblogs.

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It was gorgeous day in the lovely city of Santa Barbra. Heat from the sun blared down, under the light the coastal streets seemed to glow. A few feet below the boardwalk docks, the ocean seemed to stretch on forever. The gentle harmonious waves lapped against the rocks and crashed against the peer posts. Yeah the wet month of May had washed away, shifting into the warm moth of June.

Most people were at work, but a few were walking the pier, enjoying the beautiful weather. Some sit on benches, gazing out to see, out to the horizon. Children of tourist ran up and down, ignoring the frustrated calls of their parents. Shawn Spencer walked along the crowd, ice cream cone in one hand. The cruel heat was melting his chocolate peppermint crunch waffle cone down to a nub.

On any other day he’d have Guster at his side. By this hour he’d probably have weaseled his way into getting them a case from chief Vick. But not today. Sure he’d received a call from the department head earlier about a body being be found. But he’d been inflexible, choosing instead to spend the day alone with his favorite girl. Besides from what the chief had disclosed over the phone Lassiter and Jules were more than capable of solving the case without him.

There was a sudden kick to right should, almost making himself drop his waffle cone. His eyebrows drew together and he cast his head upward.

“Morgan,” he gently scolded. “Sweetie you almost made me drop my ice cream cone.”

His eyes were met with a youthful pair. They were the softest brown infused with the golden tones of honey.

The child’s sweet giggle made his heart melt, “sorry.”

Morgan was sweet and timid child. Her hair was the rich color of earth after rain, shining like a bronze medal in the sunlight. And her youthful face was splotched with brown freckles that he simply adored.

“Want my funnel cake?” She offered peeling a piece off of what little she had left.

Shawn didn’t need to be hyper-observant to notice the crumbs that had made a trail down her tank top. And though he couldn’t see, what with her sitting on his shoulders, he was sure there were crumbs in his hair as well.

“How is that even a question you need to ask?” He held up his other hand, leaning forward to ensure she wouldn’t fall off without him holding on to her ankle. Morgan’s smile rose to her cheeks, shifting her freckles. She handed over a piece of her funnel cake to Shawn then gripped at refined tousle up of hair. Her chubby toddler fingers coated in powdered sugar.

Shawn never thought he’d be parenting a child, let alone one as brilliant as Morgan. But he’d grown quite attached to the little girl. It was terrible what had happened to her mother, and disgusting what her step-father had done. But now Morgan Canmore was Morgan Spencer.

“Hey,” Morgan began resting her chin a top her guardian’s brown hair. “Can we go to the ac-ac-ackuarium?”

In the short time that Shawn had both known and been the legal guardian of Morgan he’d learned a few things. Firstly, Morgan loved all things water penguins, fish, etc. Hell her favourite stuffed animal was a pacific white-sided dolphin she’d so loving named Urchin. Her favorite color was purple and she was allergic to strawberries—

“Aquarium,” he corrected. He was having inner war with himself over whether or not he should’ve suggested sneaking into the dolphin exhibit.

—Perhaps the most important thing he’d learned was that his more zany eccentric behavior made his little girl uneasy. She could handle his normal outgoing self but there was a line he was careful never to cross with her present.

Morgan’s mouth pushed to one side and her button nose crinkled. “Shawn, I’ve heard it both ways.” Shawn couldn’t help but laugh, pushing down a certain bitterness.

Though he would never admit it, it stung. Morgan still calling him Shawn. Despite being in Shawn’s custody for nearly three months, since the death of her mother, Morgan it seemed wouldn’t be calling him dad anytime soon. That was title he going to have work for. Happily he was willing to put in the time.