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backseat serenade // phoebe + alex

For better or worse, all Phoebe could think about was prom night, in the back of the limo with him. How it felt to be with him, how both of them were laughing, teasing, and inching nearer until they were nose-to-nose, then intertwined in a long series of kisses, only stopping to try and cover their antics once Jack and Saraya opened the door to get back in. They were more like a typical pair of prom goers than Phoebe had ever anticipated on being.

Alex was funny, effortlessly good-looking, witty, and wildly charming to boot. He had a big heart, and was infinitely creative – all of these things made him someone that Phoebe cherished, whether he knew the extent of it or not. Perhaps she hadn’t even been aware of just how much she truly liked him until prom night, playing 2 Truths, 1 Lie with booze together at the bar. The harsh reality of her feelings was rather alarming because of how much she enjoyed him, and how she tended to ruin worthwhile romantic relationships in short order. She couldn’t let herself hurt him like she had hurt others, or like he had been hurt before.

She messaged him to see if he was free, and then asked if he wanted to meet up somewhere they could be alone. Deciding she wanted to feel the breeze after being cooped up for a day and a half, she suggested they meet at a nearby park. Phoebe found a free bench and made herself comfortable, then tried keep her anxiety subdued. All she wanted was to do right by him, but not even she was sure if she even knew what that would mean.

#p: bs #//your reply doesn't have to be this long at all bb! just wanted to do some exposition ☺️

Backseat Serenade || Jikey

Locking his phone and flashing a smirk towards the door keeping him and Michael apart, Jack excused himself from the band tournament of Cards Against Humanity that was taking place in the middle of the tour bus. Walking through the bunk area, and then continuing to the room at the back of the bus that was usually used for when people needed a break from everyone else, the guitarist grinned smugly at Michael. "Well hi there," Jack greeted his husband, shutting the door behind him as he sat down on the couch. "I do believe you need my assistance." @mikeycliffordfck

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Baby Steps

Liam knew he had a lot of work today. That morning, he had his first appointment with Dr. Jamison and it was mentally exhausting. By the time he got home, he was ready to crash on the couch. Instead, he saw Lizzie standing there, getting ready to go out for a walk. He stared at her for a few moments before asking: "Mind if I join you?"

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|| blindsided ||

It'd been a while since Adrienne had arrived in the foreign place with her stranger of what could be considered a roommate now. Braiden wasn't around too often, but often enough for the hair on the back of her neck to stand up each time she heard him walk in the door. She never really asked how he was, she'd learned better even by now and mostly kept to herself. She still felt like a burden after all this time, especially when she hadn't done very much to contribute to the living space but constantly make sure everything was tidy and in its place. She never touched anything she wasn't supposed to and rarely left her room, but today was an exception. As she finished up the last few strokes on her latest art piece, a copy of the view she received from her bedroom window, she stared at the empty coffee cup on her side table. Standing up to stretch, she wiped her hands on her messy apron before making her way downstairs to the kitchen. It wasn't until she was halfway down that she'd heard a female voice echoing in the nearly empty apartment. She figured that was Braiden's business and as much as she wanted to jog back up stairs, she needed more coffee to kick start her brain. Silently, she turned her back to them while she made her way to the kitchen, keeping her head down as she made a new pot of coffee, hoping to go unnoticed.

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baby steps → joby

It had been, well, a little difficult to say the least, adapting to the whole relationship thing. For the longest time, Toby had accepted the fact that he was just going to be alone for the rest of his life. Or, well, on more positive days that he may end up with someone but they wouldn't be supportive of how he was. So it was a little difficult for him to adjust to say the least. It wasn't too bad when he was in that headspace, really. Most of the time he forgot to be embarrassed over the fact he was wearing a diaper or the fact he carried around a stuffed dragon and a small blanket;; he forgot to hate himself for the fact he liked to play with cars and drink out of a bottle or a sippy cup or that he liked to suck on a binky... When he was in that headspace everything was so much easier. So much more simple.

At the same time, it was hard for him to get used to the fact he didn't have to do everything alone. He didn't have to get his own juice and break that headspace. He didn't have to change the channel or hang up his own drawings on the fridge. He didn't have to play alone or hell, even punish himself for doing something he wasn't supposed to. Having Julius to do those things for him or with him was... well, it was amazing. It was like something Toby had never experienced before and it was phenomenal. Tonight was one of those nights. He was sitting on the ground in front of the tv, dragon onesie on--toy cars, legos and coloring books surrounding him as he sleepily watched his Dragon Tales with Julius slumbering on the couch (he'd had a long night at work). He'd been in the headspace for quite a few hours now, only waking the other man when he needed more juice or a snack he just wanted to lay on him and get cuddles, and he was okay with that. It was more of the fact that Julius was there if he needed him. His very own daddy to take care of him.

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