#thephoebeyates

[tefibetancourt]

availability / @thephoebeyates setting / phoebe's apartment; saturday, july 7th, around eight pm.

she felt like a damn super spy. move over, tom cruise in those mission: impossible movies, whatever your name was! james bond, too, though she never saw any of those films and only really knew the name from other cultural references. anyway, she felt like a spy because she got an invite to the most forbidden kingdom. phoebe had invited her over for a little sleepover—tefi guessed that foster was working, it was doubtful that phoebe would’ve asked her over otherwise if her boyfriend was going to be hanging around—and tefi had jumped at the chance for two reasons. one: she would be able to snoop around phoebe’s apartment. sue her, she was curious about her new friend’s living situation and just how cozy her life with foster was. two: it got her out of cj and seb’s apartment for a bit. god love those two, but even tefi needed a night away from their den of hedonism. usually, she’d suggest a night out on the town, but phoebe’s request for a girls’ night was appreciated twice over. she got to play super spy, and she got to enjoy quality time with her new friend.

it was such a shame she had an ulterior motive because she did like phoebe. truly, she thought phoebe was a nice, cute girl. someone she probably would’ve naturally been friends with anyway. the duplicity of it all only bothered tefi when she was face-to-face with phoebe, so how was she supposed to get through the whole night without cracking into two, or letting her secret slip? her adrenaline spiked as if she was in line for the tallest rollercoaster in the world instead of standing outside of phoebe’s door and knocking. she took a steading breath right before it opened and phoebe was revealed on the other side. thank fuck it wasn’t foster on the way out for his shift, or that tefi had incorrectly assumed he’d be gone from the apartment for the night. “hey, mamas!” she greeted, leaning forward to place an air kiss alongside phoebe’s cheek. “you look so cute, girl.” tefi complimented as she pulled back, her arms full with a blanket, a board game (an old copy of dream phone, the best board game in existence!), and a few dvds she managed to find at thrift haven. “i’m so excited for girls’ night. i desperately need some feminine energy. you know i love the boys but if i see cj’s underwear on the floor of the bathroom one more time, i might just burn down the whole building. say bye bye to caffélicious, i’m serious.”

[saulweissberg]

availability / @thephoebeyates setting / saul's home in oak gardens; sunday, july 7th, around seven pm.

for once, someone was actually using saul weissberg’s kitchen! and it was actually saul! of course, he wasn’t really cooking. he had ordered takeout from the local chinese restaurant and set out the boxes on his kitchen counter, eating straight out of them like a broke college student, but it was a different venue than where he usually took phoebe. he thought she enjoyed coming over to his house, anyway. not just for his cats, but to judge his steely décor and expensive furniture. he was pretty sure she slept in his bed once while he was away, just to see what it was like, but that might’ve been marmalade and smokey messing up the sheets. saul liked his home, he felt proud of it, so let her (or anyone else) make their comments. he was happy to be in blue harbor—he just didn’t want anyone to know it. leaning against the counter, saul dug the chopsticks harder into the container after a wayward piece of chicken before he continued speaking to phoebe. “so, yeah… my first ex-wife has officially moved here. isn’t that just so weird? or am i overreacting?” he asked, though it was partly rhetorically. if he was overreacting, he wasn’t sure that he cared. the situation warranted it! “if my second shows up, i may officially have to move. then you, cookie,” he pointed towards phoebe with his chopsticks that finally caught the piece of chicken he hunted after, “will not be getting a birthday present this year that you refuse to let me buy you.”

[ophaeliacs]

ruby, for what it was worth, had been on tinder thanks to boredom. curious, too, to see who else from blue harbor or local nearby towns was skedaddling across the dating app. they could be curious, or nosey, rather, just wanting to know or have an experience. however, matching with phoebe yates had not been on ruby's yearly bingo card. not that they were necessarily complaining; it was just surprising, even more so to see her on there. with that party that was thrown and everything. but they had arranged to meet for lunch, and ruby — well, they didn't know what to expect, and therefore, they genuinely expected nothing. just hoping it would go well for the both of them. ( also? objectively, phoebe was cute. that never hurt. ) it was only gentlemanly to stand up from the table when they spotted phoebe. "well, we did it." an atypical greeting, but ruby was aiming for the casual. beadwork earrings, as long as their palms, in their earlobes, turquoise and white, hair tucked half up on the nape of their scalp. they even dressed up, but just a little, in a suede vest. "we're here. i went ahead and at least got us waters." not that she was late, but when the waiter came over, ruby blurted it out from their nerves. "you ever been here?" it was a safe question in their mind.

CLOSED STARTER: for @thephoebeyates . location: the mango tree.

[charlizejohnson]

Charli was just wrapping up her morning lesson at the courts. It had been a good session, and she was feeling great after experiencing a twinge in her knee earlier in the week. As she was putting away the tennis balls, she spotted Phoebe approaching. "Pheebs! You have no idea how excited I am for brunch!" Charli exclaimed, her eyes lighting up. Saturday was her cheat day, and she couldn't wait to indulge herself in a food coma after her strenuous workout. "I’ve been dreaming about that challah-stuffed pumpkin spice French toast all week! It’s literally all I’ve been thinking about!" (@thephoebeyates)

[ophaeliacs]

sometimes, chance met people who reaffirmed that attempting to be nice was a good thing. and sometimes, he met people who made him regret the offers. he would decide later which one on the scales this tipped towards, but he supposed it would be the latter. his quick blinks disguised the attempted eye-roll, albeit poorly, as he backed away, and in fact did exactly as she asked: shoulders to the doors to hold them open, before switching out for his hands. still had some empathy due to the box shape of the cake, which sincerely made the whole thing harder to handle. but if it wiped out, now or later, that wouldn't be his fucking problem, actually. "sure thing." as acknowledgement, in the middle of the action. "glad to hear your friend's already teaching her toddler the concept of good kitchen manners."

everything chance said grated on the verge of caustic, unless he was attempting to be the comic relief. and here, he wasn't. in the back of his mind, writing it off. well, it was best to just pretend as though this never happened then, wasn't it?

END OF THREAD.

It was the stress of making sure both the birthday boys were having a nice time, sure, but Phoebe couldn't help but feel a little talked down to at this so-called chef's comment. "I mean, I don't think you need to go to culinary school to figure out what happens to ice cream if left out the freezer. My friend's kid knows that, and she's two years old." She supposed he was just trying to be nice, in his own roundabout way, and figured saving the cake and making him feel like the Big Man on Campus for a minute or two would be a win-win. However, Phoebe did keep a mental note to ask Foster if it was a chef thing to be this arrogant, or if the man in front of her was a special case.

"I mean, you can help by opening the doors, if you want." The cake wasn't exactly heavy, just boxy. That and it'd be a sure-fire way to keep him out of the kitchen, which would definitely piss off Leon.

[clementinebriar]

[ IT'S A MATCH! 🔥 YOU AND PHOEBE HAVE LIKED EACH OTHER ]

CLEM: 👀 CLEM: stepping out on your man, princess?? CLEM: didn't think you had it in you @thephoebeyates

[damianesco]

[ 📱 text ] damian & phoebe (@thephoebeyates)

DAMIAN: [Attachment: 1 Image] DAMIAN: trendy breakfast, casual y/n

[just-foster]

—Starter for @thephoebeyates Location: Phoebe's Apartment

They had never done anything 'the right way.' Getting a cat together before even defining the relationship. Ditching condoms before they had the talk confirming they were exclusive. But from a logistical standpoint, picking Phoebe up for their first official date when they spent most mornings waking up beside one another was the weirdest one yet. "Okay, I'm gonna go out in the hall, are you almost ready?" he yelled from the living room, grabbing his wallet, keys, phone, and pack of cigarettes on his way out the door.

Giving her a couple more moments to put together the finishing touches, he counted to thirty before knocking on the door.

[rafaelmoldonado]

Rafael nodded. “I can’t remember how we made contact but dare I say we are friends.” He shrugged, not bothering to spend more energy trying to remember how he and Foster became friends, or how he’d been totally unaware of Phoebe except in name. “Leon did the same for me, for a while. And now too. He’s a really good man.” How many times did Leon keep him alive when they were younger? Or now when those urges took him over and Rafael came close to falling into the darkness that he was always worried about. That was too dark of a timeline to spend much time on though.

So many subjects Rafael just wanted to skip over. He really was feeling like an old man. “Well Phoebe, if you ever need anyone to talk about, I’m usually around. Maybe we can meet up at O’Shea’s and you can explain all of the fan fiction stuff to Leon since he is significantly more media literate than I am.” Which wasn’t saying much but he thought it would be a fun conversation. “I’m afraid I have to get to a meeting but it was a pleasure meeting you.” He drained the rest of his coffee then fished around in his wallet for a business card. It was old fashioned but what could he do? Adapt to the modern times? No. "In case you ever need anything." Rafael placed the on the table then stood. "No obligations, of course."

Phoebe wanted to argue that happiness had nothing to do with it, but Seb generally was pleased with the more stupid acts he committed so at the end of the day, it was all moot. And also, she didn’t want to push the topic, because then she’d end up talking about her mom’s incident with a married man, and then her own complicated feelings on marriage. And love. And how Foster couldn’t tell her he loved her back. “Right.” She agreed instead.

Happy with the choice she made, especially as it became clear Rafael knew Foster in some capacity, Phoebe had never been more grateful that for once in her life she had kept her mouth shut. “You know Foster?” He seemed a bit older than someone who could be friends with the chef, but maybe it had been through Leon. You’re the girlfriend. A while ago, Phoebe had been surprised that Foster had mentioned her to his friends, back when they were just sleeping together without the labels of it all. But she wondered if it was a case of him talking about Phoebe as the girlfriend with affection, or using the title in a panic like he had with Saul. She thought it was better not to ask. “That’s me.” She smiled as he spoke fondly of Leon, learning some more about her pseudo-uncle. “I grew up in Weaver Ridge. Leon kinda kept an eye on me when my mom was…” Slutting it up down the block at The Pour House? “Working. Then he did his thing, and I had a job at O’Shea’s for a while, then he was back and now here we are, just helping each other out sometime.” 

[jeanieinabxttle]

Girls day out 🩷 with @thephoebeyates // Oct. 2024, via Jeanie's Instagram

[sebastianvora]

SEBASTIAN VORA as SEXY TINMAN from THE WIZARD OF OZ. — Phantom Manor Halloween Haunted Rave 2024.

Sebastian's costume consists of nothing but shiny, metallic pants and silver body paint ( that rubs off way too easily ). From time to time, he can be seen with a metal funnel on his head — meant to replicate the character's hat — but for most of the rave, he can't be fucked to wear it outside of photos or to properly campaign for votes for the contest. Matching with @thephoebeyates as Dorothy.

[tefibetancourt]

availability / @thephoebeyates setting / earthwave timeline / sunday, september 22nd, 2024 at 9:35 pm.

strawberries, cherries, and an angel’s kiss in spring… nancy sinatra crooned into her ears from her airpod knockoffs—complimentary of the local t.j. maxx’s electronics section—and made her completely unaware of who was sharing the aisle with her. having recently moved into halide dursun’s house, she was currently shopping for some snacks to replace the ones she already took out of hali’s pantry over the last week. she hummed along to the song, placing a box of cheddar jack cheezits into her basket when she suddenly looked up to find her former friend just a few feet away. phoebe yates, looking cute as a button despite her heartbreak. tefi froze. what exactly was she supposed to do when faced with the woman that was dating her estranged husband, and now finally knew that she was her boyfriend’s long lost wife? phoebe would probably punch her in the face for deceiving her, and tefi supposed she would deserve it. should she turn tail then? turn right on the heel of her white go go boots and just walk straight out of earthwave?

or, a second choice: confront her. walk right up to phoebe and explain that while she had betrayed her, she had done her a favor in doing so. foster wasn’t worth feeling a minute of heartbreak for, as tefi had personally known. breaking up was the best thing for phoebe in the long run. maybe she wouldn’t see it now, but eventually—hopefully—she’d realize that tefi, while she went about it in an underhanded way, had actually bestowed a blessing upon her. better to get rid of foster on her own terms instead of waiting for him to abandon her, like he did to his wife. he wasn’t worth it. any of it. tefi had gotten her revenge, and while that was satisfying in itself, she could concede it was a waste of time. 

well, time was all tefi had, stuck in a limbo called blue harbor, illinois. it was hers to waste.

so, she had two choices, but tefi couldn’t pick either. she didn’t have to, because phoebe was suddenly looking her right in the eyes and tefi made no move in either direction. confront her, run away, disappear into a cloud of smoke—none of it happened. she simply stayed put, hand flexing its grip around the basket handle. tefi exhaled forcefully, air puffing out her cheeks. this was going to fucking suck. “um… hi.” she broke the ice, tension thick as she ripped one earbud out and shoved it into her jacket pocket. the dreamy sound of nancy sinatra abruptly ended, replaced by the tinny sounds of hoobastank played over the grocery store’s radio speakers.

[saulweissberg]

availability / @thephoebeyates setting / rise 'n' dine, around ten am.

“you’re supposed to put your phone down at the table, you know.” saul chided phoebe, his fork clattering against the plate as he cut up his waffle. despite his tone, there was clear affection in his eyes for his faux-niece, and he wasn’t exactly innocent when it came to reading emails and answering phone calls during meals. he was sure that was why his son grew to resent him: the distractions at dinner and the broken promises, among many reasons no doubt. (if he was in micah’s position, he’d probably feel the same, but it still hurt.) in order to salve the wound of his relationship with his son, saul transferred his paternal affection to others. that included phoebe—in fact, she was at the top of the list. their frequent breakfast meetings at rise ‘n’ dine were a highlight of saul’s busy workweek and when he didn’t have to cancel them (something he often did to micah in his childhood, naturally), he intended to get all the gossip from his young friend. “texts from foster, i’m imagining?” he gave her an accusatory squint of his eyes, then broke into a knowing smile. ah, young love. at her age, he was in his second marriage with a five year old son. he hoped foster and phoebe would be able to keep things slow.

[scarlettrxse]

who: Scarlett & @thephoebeyates location: The Weissberg Law Firm’s Charity Luncheon

Scarlett enjoyed getting to events of any kind early, part of it being due to her innate fear or being late and looking rude and the other because it was often needed of her due to her job. It was a good thing they were letting the few who did show up early in to be able to sit, look around and migle amongst one another before the crowd they were expecting arrived.

For the most part Scarlett had been on her phone, after touring the place of course, and was sliding between Instagram, Facebook and the opening and closing of Tinder as she fought with herself on if she even wanted to go down that road and try the app out. Was she actually even going to stay here long enough to try and find something? She definitely had some 'no' votes on if they wanted her here or not.

By the time she looked up from her phone and had still left the decision undecided, the redhead could see the event had started and was in full swing—a sea of faces were all around her now, and through them she spotted a friendly, familiar one she hadn't been able to get a hold of at work. Getting up and out of her seat Scarlett moved through the crowd, sending excuse me's and sorry's out as she did, before she placed herself in front of Phoebe.

"Long time no see stranger," she smimoed brightly at her. "I feel like it's been so hard trying to get ahold of you at work, they've been sending over substitute interns it feels like...and none of them are the same, or as good, as you." And she meant it, if she could have chosen anyone to work alongside with on something, it was Phoebe. "Have you gotten any food yet? A drink?"

[elijahfalvey]

WHERE / Elijah's office, MOREMUSIC.

WHEN / September 27th, 2024. Days before Phoebe's birthday.

WITH / Phoebe Yates — @thephoebeyates

For the entire month of September — ever since Phoebe’s break up with Foster, really — Elijah had tried to keep some sensibility when it came to her birthday, aware that her break up with the chef had managed to play a big part in terms of her willingness to celebrate the upcoming occasion. Not that she told him such outright, or anything at all in regards to the end of her relationship for that matter, but … well, it wasn’t exactly difficult to tell that it had been affecting her, to put it lightly. She’d skipped out on their sessions for days after it happened, and the usual radiance that seemed to glow around her was rather dim when she came by again. It tugged at Elijah’s heartstrings, seeing someone like Phoebe so broken, but there wasn’t much else he could do aside from continue on as normal; she didn’t want to talk about it, and he was fine with that. She offered him the same courtesy several times over so it was the least he could do in return. It'd been getting more and more difficult to keep his gift under wraps, though — that much he could admit. Tried turned out to be a loose, subjective word, because there wasn't anything sensible about what had been tucked in the bottom drawer of his desk for months. He was horrific with secrets, and as far as they went, this was one that nearly took the cake, which was why he all but blurted out as soon as Phoebe made herself comfortable on the couch in his office, “Hey, uh — you ever get that passport thing sorted, by the way?”

[hvneymelons]

Closed Starter: @thephoebeyates

Leandro took advantage of Phoebe being at the house with Lupita to run quickly to pick up some dinner without having to drag both the children along. He did take Diego, to ensure Phoebe didn’t have too hard a time while he was gone. The trip was a mere ten minute ride which meant at least twenty with his curious son, but before long he was parked and back inside the home.  “We’re back!” Leandro called into the living room where the two girls worked over some lessons. “How’s it going in here?” He asked, walking into the room after placing the food on the kitchen island. Meanwhile, Diego made a dash for his bedroom to finish up some ‘investigative work’ as he so vaguely put it. Leandro glanced at Phoebe and shrugged with a smile.  “Staying for dinner, yes?” He asked, looking at the clock then at the work on the table, “We’re having fried fish with mashed plantains.” For as long as he could remember Leandro had preferred fish over all other meats. He followed a pescatarian diet, and by default so did his children, but he wouldn’t be opposed if they decided to branch out and try other meats. "Figured I'd stop and get the fried fish to avoid the smell lingering around all night. How's it going in here?"