She instantly falls for the flattering, batting yer eyes at him through dark lashes, the smile on her face very smug. Looking around, he has quite a few customers, and Phoebe is honored that she gets to carry the title of favorite. “Your favorite customer, hm? I’m going to tell everyone.” She sips from her glass instead of actually turning to spread the news, wanting to keep it her little secret. For now. His next words cause her brows to furrow slightly, confused and perhaps a bit offended. “I thought I was your favorite customer? Why are you trying to get rid of me already? The night is just getting started!”
The last thing Hugo wants is to offend Phoebe. His remark about her being one of his favorite customers wasn’t empty flattery after all. The fact he was actually tending bar instead of doing back of the house stuff was more than enough proof of that. “I’m not trying to get rid of you,” he backtracks before reaching for the chilled bottle and topping off her glass and pouring one for himself. He usually wasn’t one to drink on the job but he wasn’t about to let a bottle of his finest go to waste. “I just figured this was your first stop before some hot date,” he offers with a shrug. HIs eyes flicker back to where his former mob ties were doing business while all the other patrons being none the wiser.
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“That motherfucker…” The curse can be heard under a muffled breath, while her reaction isn’t a big one with the growls and eyerolls and some possible shouting…Rocky is pissed. And yet, she isn’t all that surprised over the delay. “You know what, I’m sick and tired of my time not being taken more seriously around here.” She’s mostly talking to the window, if she looks him in the eyes right now she’ll probably start feeling some sort of shame for what she’s about to do. Not because she thinks Fletch would judge her, but it could be anyone looking at her and Rocky would feel that shyness building up, something she has worked very hard on stomping away. “Lets go find something fun to do. I’m not going to the studio at all today.” If Nolan wasn’t going to be here when he’s supposed to be, then Rocky isn’t going to wait around for him. “Just give us a second to figure this out.” She tells the driver up front, her gaze going from the window towards Fletch “This cool with you? I really don’t feel like seeing anyone else today.”
Fletch can sense Rocky’s anger and truthfully she had every right to be upset. He knew he shouldn’t play favorites between her and her bandmates but it was easy to do when she was involved, her talent was magnetic. So when he hears her request it’s easy to want to spend the day with her away from the strict schedules of the band. Fletch himself had a bit of a reputation for being on the serious side when he was on the job so his instinct was to keep to the schedule. “You know we should really--” he begins before realizing maybe what Rocky needed more than anything was a break. “--yeah, okay. What did you have in mind?”
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# dad jokes
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Stevie had taken on a boyfriend in hopes to swat away any feelings she had for Fin. Her parents had never spoken too fondly of homosexuals, or the lifestyle that queer people in general lived. Her mother, she was a more tolerant soul, however her father? He had always been a brutally opinionated man, one who didn’t agree with many things, and Stevie knew that opening up about her desires for someone other that wasn’t a man, he’d probably disown her. It was easier this way, then she didn’t have to put Fin through any unwanted trauma. But, that didn’t stop them flirting, or those feelings blossoming. “I figured you’d do the same for me.”
Fin’s cheeks flush a pale pink as an easy smile spreads across their features. It was true, they would do the same for Stevie. There wasn’t much they wouldn’t do for her and while they knew it wasn’t their place to think that way it wasn’t like they could turn their feelings off like a faucet. “You know I would. Not that you need me to...” Fin’s eyes flicker to Stevie’s boyfriend as they swallow thickly, belly filling with more and more jealousy by the second. “--’Cause you can totally take care of yourself and stuff I mean.”
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tonight is my last night of work before my ‘weekend’ and i couldn’t be more thrilled
‘my muse rides horses’ cheat sheet for writers.
depending on your muse’s experience, some of these things may be different. but for those of you who have muses that ride horses or are around horses’s here’s some things to avoid, some things i encourage, helpful terms, useful facts, and some debunked myths.
disclaimer right off the bat: everyone in the equestrian community has various opinions on these things. the opinions below are from my 15+ years in the equestrian community. equestrians who are writers: keep it civil for once in our lives, yeah???
this list is very long so it is under a read more! feel free to message me if you have specific questions.
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EVAN MOCK BY STEVEN STINSON (2020)
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katya is silent for a few moments. it’s clear that natalie isn’t backing down, and that’s still new to katya. she’s used to her methods of pushing people away working, but natalie knows her way too well to give in that easily. we only push each other like this because we still care. it was true. natalie’s confessions echoed everything she herself refused to admit out loud. it was enough for her to know that this was something special.
“come in,” she said finally, opening the door wider and stepping aside to let the other woman in. as soon as she’s through the door, katya embraced her with a heated kiss that she hoped said what she still couldn’t with words.
“we’re kind of a mess, aren’t we?” she noted once she finally pulled away. “you still think this is worth it?”
Natalie doesn’t have a chance to relish in the prideful feeling of getting through to Katya because the moment the door opens for her the two are tangled together in a heated kiss. Natalie’s arms wrap around her neck as she presses herself against the other. She sighs into the kiss at how well they fit together together, she truly believed there was still something to fight for between them.
“We’ve always been a mess,” Nat chuckles as she bumps her nose against Katya’s. “You’re always going to be worth it to me. No matter how much of a pain in the ass you are,” she teases.
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LOVE, VICTOR (2020-)
Season 2, Episode 4 (The Sex Cabin)
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“Wes…” This wasn’t the type of conversation she had been ready for – not now possibly not for a while. But that didn’t seem to matter. It was happening, whether she liked it or not it seemed. “You thought…I wouldn’t want to see you anymore if you told me that you loved me?” The words sounded insane, but Ava knew – and hated – that it was a realistic conclusion to make. She pushed people away. It was what she did in her own twisted efforts to avoid getting hurt. She had pushed Wes away for so long, of course he would assume that she would do it again the moment he tried to take any step forward with her. “I…I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that I – that you were that worried in our relationship.”
“More or less,” Wes responds knowing how ass backwards it sounded, but nobody ever said love was rational did they? It’s difficult to hold her gaze with how vulnerable he feels but he wasn’t going to shy away now. Wes had a habit of turning his back away from a lot of things but he wasn’t going to let his feelings for Ava be one of them. “I’m not always this worried. I just know-- I know I don’t feel how I feel about you often, but when i do I fall hard and fast... I didn’t want to scare you away.”
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