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oghoneytryst · 6 years ago

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fame.

request: harry is friends with y/n, a 17-year-old singer/musician who he can’t help but act like an older brother to and protect

where harry knows the industry more than y/n does

a/n: such an original title, I know. anyways, I got carried away with this, I thought it was very cute and I'm very tempted to make a second part. Harry and y/n are only friends in this!! There will be no type of romantic relationship whatsoever :)

also I start school tomorrow, rip...

“Here are the nominees for Best New Artist...”

Harry’s voice resonates throughout the venue, colossal screens beginning to merge into a colorful montage of talented musicians. With his hands properly folded behind his back, he manages to catch a glimpse of y/n, who lets out a nervous sigh before slinking further down into her seat.

“Don’t worry,” her publicist says from behind her, giving her shoulders a comforting squeeze. “You’ve got this.”

Y/n nods, but senses a slight shiver ripple through her body when her music video appears on the screens. It is comforting to know that her fans are supporting her in the audience tonight when cheers begin to roar across the sea of people. She even spots some of her life-long idols applauding for her music, which also includes her friend standing in front of the mic stand with an enclosed card caressed in his hands.

It’s surreal to know that the Harry Styles has become one of her most trusted friends since breaking into the crazy industry. In her bedroom at 13 years of age, she used to sing One Direction songs into her hairbrush while her mother was out grocery shopping. Tonight, four years later, her favorite member is sending her a reassuring smile despite the large crowd that stands between them.

She’s worked endlessly to be where she is tonight, sitting alongside the biggest names in the industry, nominated for this year’s Best New Artist at the VMA’s. Y/n has earned a name for herself in the past couple of years, but she believes tonight will determine whether or not she is on the right path to global success.

“And the VMA goes to...” The venue fills with a suspenseful silence as Harry attempts to rip through the enclosed card containing the winner.

People from the audience begin to shout out different nominees, and when a majority of them end up being y/n’s name, she senses a chill in her bones. She doesn’t want the whole nation to see her fail. She doesn’t want her family, friends, and fans to be disappointed in her.

Despite her self-doubt, the cheeky grin that Harry sends in her direction after reading the card lets her know that she has done something right.

“Y/n Y/l/n!”

Piercing screams and ear-shattering applause drowns the entire venue when y/n’s name is announced. Her hit single begins to blast through the speakers and even then, she cannot seem to believe that any of this is real. Raising slowly from her seat in shock, her accompanying family congratulates her with tight embraces and glistening eyes.

Don’t trip, don’t trip, don’t trip, y/n thinks to herself as she makes her way over to the stage. She touches hands with the fans reaching out to her from the sides, grabbing onto Harry’s outstretched hand when she makes it to the top of the stairs.

The audience goes into a little frenzy when the two embrace, Harry handing over the iconic Moon Man award given to him by one of the stagehands and shouting to her, “Congratulations, darling. I knew you’d win it!”

This feels like a dream. Y/n is at a loss for words and it takes Harry gently guiding her over to the mic stand for her to come to terms with the reality of her situation.

“Wow,” she breathes out, cradling the heavy award in her arms. “I can’t believe any of this is happening. First of all, thank you, Harry. I am so honored to be receiving this award from someone that I am lucky enough to call a friend...”

Harry chuckles at her shaking figure, nodding in appreciation while she rambles on with her speech. She goes on to thank every person from her team that comes to mind, apologizing in advance if she forgets to mention anybody. She expresses gratitude for her family that is supporting her tonight from the audience and at home. Of course, she does not forget to thank her fans over and over again, dedicating the award to them because, “without you, I am nothing.”

Her speech wraps up just as the music plays overhead, indicating that she is going over time. She waves a final goodbye to the audience, tangling her arm with Harry’s as they shuffle off to the backstage.

“Oh my god,” she groans, slapping her forehead with her empty hand. “That was so embarrassing. Why can’t I ever shut up?”

Harry laughs at her, wrapping his arms around her as they lean from side to side.

“It wasn’t that bad,” he tells her, placing his hands on her shoulder. “Lots of people take ages to wrap up their speech. At least yours was entertaining.”

“I doubt it.”

“Oh, c’mon, y/n. Stop being so hard on yourself. You’re the Best New Artist, you need to celebrate!”

In an immediate second, y/n’s entire face lights up when she is reminded of her accomplishment. She raises the Moon Man in her hand, cradling it like a baby and even going as far as to kiss the silver coating.

“I’m the Best New Artist!” she jumps from one leg to the other, earning chuckles from the people backstage. “Ugh, I can’t wait for the after party. I’m going to have so much fun!”

Harry’s smile diminishes at her words. “Wait, after party? What are you talking about?”

“You know...” y/n trails off, playfully shoving his shoulder. “The one at Taylor’s penthouse that everyone’s going to.”

“Taylor?” Harry repeats, eyebrows skyrocketing. “Swift?”

“Duh, what other Taylor is there?”

“W-What about your family? Are they also going to this after party?”

“They’re still tired from their flight here this morning,” y/n says with a wave of her hand. “They said they were going back to the hotel room after this.”

Harry looks down at her, puckering his lips in a pensive manner. “Mmm ... no,” he says with a shake of his head, “You’re not going.”

Y/n is busy inspecting her award when she hears Harry’s declaration. “Excuse me?”

“You’re not going to Taylor’s penthouse.”

“Says who?”

“Says me,” he childishly retaliates. “Y/n, you’re 17. You never know what goes on at parties like that.”

Y/n eyes him up and down. “Hmm, you would know,” she mumbles.

“S’cuse me. Are you ... taking a slag at me?” Harry asks, narrowing his eyes.

“I don’t know, Harry, who is Perfect about, huh?”

The older man sighs, pinching his nose in a way that y/n would say is very dramatic of him.

“You’re right,” he says, nodding his head. “I would know, which is why you should listen to me and learn from my mistakes.”

“But Harry—”

“Harry! Y/n! Let’s get a picture!”

Their conversation is interrupted by the photographers hired backstage, cameras at the ready while the two have no choice but to pose with each other. Flashes invade y/n’s eyes and though she tries very hard to keep them open, she can’t help but squint and hide herself behind her empty hand.

“Alright, I think that’s enough,” Harry politely suggests, nodding a quick thank you to the photographers before going back to his conversation. “Are you alright?”

Y/n blinks away the polychromatic dots stuck in her vision and eventually nods with reassurance. When she can finally see clearly once again, she catches Harry’s concerned expression and sighs.

“Fine,” she gives in, stubbornly hugging her award. “I won’t go to the after parties, but I still want to celebrate.”

“We can go to dinner then,” Harry suggests, smiling with self-gratification. “My treat. Does that sound about right?”

“Only if there’s karaoke involved. I have a legacy to live up to now, Styles!”

Y/n has to hand it to her publicist.

Her schedule is completely booked by the week following her big win at the VMA’s. She finds herself in the following months traveling all across the globe, featuring in dozens of magazines and having quick chats with late night talk show hosts. In the midst of all of this chaos, y/n has taken her free time to write some new material for her new album. It has been a hectic rollercoaster ride, but months later, she has finally found a place to rest.

When her friend Harry mentions to her that he is also visiting the wonderful state of New York, the two waste no time in making quick plans with each other. The last time y/n had seen Harry was the night he took her out to a celebratory dinner with their mutual friends, which also happened to be the last time she had the chance to let loose and relax.

While the past couple of months have been fun, they have also been extremely draining from the constant work that y/n has to put into her career now. She’s thankful for this opportunity, but she is a teenager after all, and she can’t be more relieved to have a short break before returning back to the chaos.

“Harry!” y/n shouts, running into her friend’s hotel suite and nearly knocking him off his feet from her sudden embrace. “It’s so good to see you!”

“You too, darling.” Harry laughs, scuffing his hand over her head of hair.

“Hey, hey, watch the hair!” she exclaims, pushing his tall figure away before fixing what he messed up.

“Oh, ‘m so sorry, miss diva, shall we call your stylist? Are you parched? Would you like a drink? Non-alcoholic, the drinking age is 21 here.”

Y/n glares at him, shaking her head at his cheeky smirk. “Ha-ha. Always the comedian, Styles.”

“I’m only jokin’.” Harry pauses, his expression suddenly turning very sincere. “I’m actually very proud of ya, y/n. I saw ya on Corden the other night. Before that, I could’ve sworn your face was plastered all over Times Square. You’re really taking the world by storm, as they say.”

Y/n feels her face heat up. She can’t help but suddenly turn shy at his kind words. She’s considered Harry as a sort of mentor for all of this fame that has been thrown her way, considering the two had met at the start of her career. To know that Harry is proud of her and all of her accomplishments is quite literally an accomplishment in itself.

“Wow. Thanks, Harry. That ... really means a lot.”

“I’m glad.” He nods, then claps his hands together. “Alright, so are we planning to go to the shops or what?”

“Of course. I’ve been dying to see how much self-control you lose when in the Gucci store.”

Y/n doesn’t know why it is surprising to her when she sees paparazzi swarming right outside the hotel entrance. It’s not as if she’d been incognito on her way up to Harry’s suite. It’s quite obvious that she had been spotted, and someone then tipped off the paps, but perhaps it is the large quantity of them that makes her a bit uneasy.

“Y/n, y/n! Over here!”

“Harry, when is the band getting back together?”

“Hey, y/n! How’s it going? Going out for a nice date with your boyfriend Harry?”

Amid the blinding flashes of cameras invading her personal space, y/n finds herself doing a double take at the pesky reporter’s question.

“Excuse me?” she questions, her bodyguard attempting to guide her and Harry to the remaining few feet to the car.

“Just keep walking, y/n,” Harry whispers, softly pulling on her arm in a desperate attempt to get away from the press.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” y/n laughs, finding it quite humorous that the media seems to think her friendship is anything more than amiable. Of course, she’s seen the fans speculating on social media, but she hopes her declaration is enough to leave the situation alone.

“Oh, right, weren’t you going out with Wes Anderson the other week?”

The shutters of cameras only seem to get more intense with that question. “What?” y/n scoffs, tilting her head at the ridiculous accusation.

“You were leaving his place, right? Late at night? Did you have fun?”

Y/n suddenly feels like she can’t breathe. She had been at Wes Anderson’s place, but she’d been having dinner with his family while the two discussed having her write a song for his new movie. She didn’t know the cameras had been watching her that day, and it makes her skin crawl to know that the media thinks she’s having an affair with someone almost three times her age.

“S’cuse me, do you have something better to do than harass a 17-year-old?” Harry speaks up, not even bothering to hear the pap’s excuse before leading y/n into the car.

He makes sure that she gets in before following after her, never feeling more relieved to shut the door on those pestering cameras. He knows he’s going to get media attention for his remark.

“Y/n,” he says, frowning at her shocked expression. “Are you alright?”

Y/n doesn’t speak. She’s replaying the question over and over again in her head. She can already imagine the nasty messages people must be leaving for her on social media. The thought disgusts her and suddenly the pressure building up inside of her in the last couple of months finally releases.

“Y/n,” Harry repeats, wanting to comfort her but also wanting to make sure she has some space to cool down. “Y/n, look at me. Listen to me, at least.”

The younger girl swallows harshly, blinking away the few tears that are threatening to fall. She scolds herself for being so ridiculous over a silly comment, but she’s noticed that silly comments seem to have large effects on careers like hers.

Harry sighs, pondering of what he can possibly say to her in this moment to make everything okay again.

“Being in this industry for quite some time now, I’ve learned that ... not everyone is as nice as you hope. These people with cameras, invading your privacy, they’re not all nice people. Sure, some of them are just trying to do their jobs, and some of them can be very respectful. But a lot of them will say just about anything to get a rise out of you.”

Y/n raises her head at this point, fiddling with her hands as she lets Harry continue with his rant.

“Take me for an example. Do you really think I’m some kind of ... womanizer?”

“No,” she immediately croaks out. She’s always hated that people have given Harry that disgusting label. “You’re not.”

“And you’re not whatever vile things they make up about you. I know that, your friends know that, your family, your fans ... anyone that’s lucky enough to know you know that that isn’t you. But at the end of the day, all that matters is that you know that too.”

Y/n forces a smile, feeling a weight lift off her chest from Harry’s reasonable words. “Thanks,” she mutters, unable to resist giving her friend a kind hug of appreciation. “It’s just hard to ignore them, you know?”

“I know,” Harry agrees, patting her back softly. “Trust me, it won’t get any easier, but you’ll eventually learn that silence is key, especially if you want them to take a really nice candid of you.”

“Can’t I just give them the middle finger and call it a day?”

“Oh yeah, ‘m sure TMZ will love that.”

Y/n chuckles, pulling away from her friend and bucking her seatbelt. While the situation still has her a little on the edge, she feels alleviated from Harry’s pep talk. It is true that the world she has been thrown in at such a young age is quite intense, but she’s grateful that she has someone like Harry to protect her from it all.

#honeytryst

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polygamyff · 5 years ago

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16. Part 2

Being woken up by the sound of my phone, the annoyance I feel “pick up your phone it’s annoying my morning ritual of getting dressed” then the phone was placed right next to my head “it’s your wife” my head shot up, getting the phone from my pillow but the phone stopped ringing, thank you god. Placing my head back on the pillow, I am tired “you’re awake” I said groggily “well yes, I have work” look at her all awake and shit, how is she so awake after all that sex. Robyn is an animal and she is awake, lifting my phone up so the screen light could come up. Damn it’s really seven thirty six in the morning “come back to bed, call in sick” looking over at Robyn at her vanity table “no, you will be still here right?” So she is leaving me here “but I don’t want to be left here, let me sleep so then I can sleep most of the day” who else am I going to annoy “no, wake up. Drop me off at work, you have Leon here. You have to stay here Maurice, I don’t get to see you” that is unfair, my phone started ringing again “put that shit on silent for tonight. Seriously, I will throw it out of the window next time” Robyn threatened, it’s Ally. Answering the call “I will and morning” I said huskily “just woke up? You have a conference in an hour” turning onto my back “I do? I’m in California” stretching out my body “make it a phone conference for me, also are you ok now?” I had to ask, poor girl assumed a whole life with me “fine thanks for your concern, are you with the mother now?” It’s cold in this bedroom “yeah I am, I’m having a girl” I’m so proud of that “maybe that will teach you how to treat women” that’s rude “I treated you fine, I actually gave you more than any assistant” feeling something hit my arm, looking over at Robyn glaring at me. What did I even do wrong “mhmmm I caught feelings for you. That was bad on my side” she admitted “yeah…” I dragged out as Robyn stormed out “I will call you back” getting out of bed disconnecting the call.

Robyn really can’t get far so I don’t know why she is trying to run for “why did you get angry? What did I do?” Stood just outside the kitchen area “oh Ally I gave you more than any assistant, fuck you and why you told her about my baby? My child!! You have no right to do that, fuck her and fuck you! Sounding all sweet as shit to her” I don’t get why she is angry, I didn’t even do anything “I’m going to put it down to your hormones cause this is bullshit, that is my child too and I can tell people” I am going to stay well away from Robyn where she can’t hit me “I rather you tell the local thot from down the road than that bitch! First Deja and now this!? I am done with it” Robyn stormed off and banged the door shut, I have my boxers on and I need some clothes “seriously” I didn’t even do anything, Robyn is acting like I personally knew Deja when it’s her fucking friend and not mine.

I am cold and sat on this couch because of Robyn, she locked the damn door “drop me off work, hurry up” who she even speaking too with that attitude “fix ya damn attitude first, how you going to come to me like that when I did nothing wrong? I am getting rid of Ally like you want” Robyn’ head snapped in my direction “like I want? So you didn’t want it? You don’t want me? Is that what it is? Oh Ally it’s ok I give you anything. Is this how you speak to all of the women? Oh Deja I don’t know what to do for my birthday, my party days are over now. That little flirty face of yours, fuck you. I will walk to work, I do not need you. Screw you and everything to do with you” she for real mad “and you know what Maurice, it’s not what is said. It’s how you say things. You flirt, stretching your body out. Smug ass face of yours, I don’t need you. Like I said, dick appointment. I don’t even want to see you here when I get back either” Robyn kept on speaking and speaking just walking out of the door “and you know what Maurice” another thing “you may be thinking I am a headache but the fucking difference is that I actually care, but fuck me right. Have Deja and Ally, bye” she slammed the door shut, rubbing my chin sighing out.

I cannot believe the argument Robyn had with me, it was not over anything that serious. I am not a flirt or maybe I am, I don’t see it and this is just stupid. I am still in the apartment, I am staying here, she knows I am “oh hey, morning” looking down the hallway “hi, Leon” I am tired and now I have a headache, pulling my hoodie over my head “has friend gone to work? She left you alone?” Watching Leon in the kitchen “she gone work now, had to nice night?” He must have, he is all smiles “it was good, it’s just getting that role. I can then start leaving the staff on their own and do my own thing but Maurice, you are the sweetest person ever. You want fruit loops?” Shaking my head “Robyn wouldn’t approve of me eating anything from this home right now, I’m glad to hear it. I spoke to my friend, he is happy with you” least someone is happy “thank you, oh my god. Robyn text me. You are having a girl? How adorable is that, I am so happy. Girls are the best, you excited about this?” Leon rushed into the living room “I am, I am happy for the journey I will go on. It’s going to be different, if it is a diva like her mom then I got problems” Leon laughed “you got problems, but I am happy for you both. She text me that it’s a girl and I was like tell Maurice congratulations and she was like after dick, bye” she really was setting this up “she was very much on my dick, she was like let’s have sex. She should be content but she seems even more worse, called me a dick appointment” Leon near choked on his cereal “since when? That feign ain’t shit” resting my head on my hand “she says I’m a flirt, the way I speak to females, do you think that?” Leon could shed some light on this “see that don’t shock me, I mean hear me out” Leon put his spoon back in his bowl of cereal “you are a charmer, you get things done. Women like that, the way you talk to anyone is like that. It’s like you have the charm because that’s how you get your business deals done I guess, you are a flirt. You don’t see it because it’s natural and also, I think. Don’t say anything to her, she will hate me. She was awake like four in the morning, I hugged her. She just said it, she said I feel sad. The times I’ve slept with that man, Googled him I didn’t know his birthday and I mean I was like girl, but she can’t blame the situation. This is unique it’s different, so much has happened that easily things like can be missed. I tried to make her feel better, you probably don’t know hers?” I nodded my head “I asked Kellen, I’m obsessed with her. I like to know things” Leon groaned “ok, good you don’t but I think it just added to her, she probably threw a fit because of it. Please do not tell her I said this to you!” He pointed at me, I wouldn’t get him in trouble like that.

If she thinks I am offended for that, I’m not. It’s just a birthday and I’m more happy she knows my heart, what good is a birthday to me “Deja been saying things to you anyways? Have you actually had sex with her?” Shaking my head “I met her once, she said she has been at my parties but I personally can’t recall seeing her, I only met her once. I met Robyn once, and look at me I fell in love. If I wanted anyone else I would take it, she is the one so she needs to ignore the females. I mean Robyn wasn’t wrong about Ally, she cried when I fired her. Why do women love me? Like how, I’m an asshole” Leon got up from the couch “you have sex appeal, I mean my ass is gay. I would do you, you’re comfortable in your sex to not care. Your have natural sex but it’s funny, Robyn has that too. Honestly, in school and then college. The boys all wanted her, even now. She has become a little insecure my little pooh bear friend” I hate that, I want her to be confident “I need to see her, apologise or something” I don’t like Robyn being sad with me.

I am sure this is Robyn’ department, I remember she bought me here but I of course couldn’t go any further. She is a surgeon now, well getting there. I was going to bring the flowers inside with me but I didn’t, just because I thought she would be angry with me still. Stood at the reception desk “hi there, how can I help?” This white lady said to me “oh erm, Robyn Willis. Is she here? Or is she busy?” I hope she isn’t “she is actually in surgery, she just went in. Didn’t she Dione?” She asked another lady “who?” I just want to apologise to Robyn and now this “Robyn, I just saw her go by” does anybody know where she is “oh yes, sorry sir but she just gone into surgery. She will be about an hour or two, is it important?” Shaking my head “can I wait here?” I pointed in the waiting area “you can but she will be a while. I will get her once she finishes” nodding my head, I will wait for her.

I was supposed to be having a conference call but I cancelled it, I am upset that we had that disagreement, I’m not about that at all. That’s my baby, I don’t want her sad either. My butt hurts from waiting but she is worth it, getting up from the chair and pacing around. I have been here an hour and I do not wait for anyone, I think maybe we need to go private. I don’t want people upsetting my baby over this, I don’t want it and I don’t care. She needs the best, she deserves the best “it’s a long wait” looking behind me “oh yeah, I know” I need to not speak to other females, seeing as I am a flirt but I don’t see it “what are you to Robyn? Your face rings a bell, I’ve seen it. I was reading something” god help me, please don’t be the very magazine my dad decided to make “that was it, it wasn’t a magazine I read it online. You’re on the Forbes list” I am not famous nor do I want people to point me out, I felt all eyes on me “you’re Maurice Davenport, Davenport hotels. Oh my, wow” I swallowed hard “yeah could be, I’m just going to get a drink” I need to go somewhere.

I hate California, everyone knows the rich because they want to be in that clique. Throwing the bottle of water in the trash can before I turned the corner to sit back in the waiting room, my heart jumped. Robyn is here, she is in her work uniform. Oh my, she looks so cute, her bump looks big in it too. Must be getting tight, I love her. She is actually the cutest thing in her scrubs “I can see him” Robyn’ eyes met mine, she seems more calm. Robyn walked over to me “I heard you been waiting around? What is it?” Why she playing like that “I wanted to speak to you, can we go somewhere? I love you Robyn, come on” placing my hands at the side of her face “I love your scrubs and did you save someone’s life” she look so cute like this “mhmm come on” she walked off.

Sitting in the seat in the cafeteria, waiting for Robyn to come back. She went to get a drink, I would never do this shit for anyone only this woman. She doesn’t even understand how much I love her and how much I do not care about any other woman, I feel awkward here though “I bought you a latte, remembered” Robyn said as she placed my drink on the table “thank you” I didn’t even ask for anything “I’m sorry about going crazy on you early, I was really angry and I just couldn’t stop myself. I am sorry” shuffling my chair in a little more “don’t be, it’s ok. I just don’t like you being upset with me, my aim isn’t what you think. I’m not out here flirting with every girl, if I wanted Deja or Ally I could have, that are outside looking in at us. I just hate you feeling insecure with me because it takes two to cheat and I’m really not down for that. I love you, I want you. I’m going to have a daughter Robyn, that alone makes me want to be a better person. I won’t ever cheat on you, I stayed and waited because I wanted to see you. I wouldn’t do that for anyone” I’m glad she heard me out “I know, Maurice you have been so good with me. I just don’t like her and then Deja, Maurice. She made me feel like shit, how can I love someone but don’t know his birthday” Robyn put her head down “I am not offended it’s ok, I don’t worry about birthdays stop it” Robyn looked up at me all teary eyed “you’re going to be thirty and after we had sex I couldn’t sleep, she knew you and then I felt I didn’t. It hurts, I just feel like a bad person and you do everything for me, I’m sorry” Shaking my head “don’t be sorry, you know my heart. That is enough for me, you are the first girl not to care about birthdays just to go to a party where I pay out, why. I’m ok with that, you know my heart and that is enough for me” shit is stupid, she don’t need to be worrying about that.

It’s a little shit that Robyn is still working, I have to go now but she is walking with me to my car “you don’t think shit of me do you? How can I sleep with a man and don’t know his birthday” she keeps on saying that, pressing a kiss to the top of Robyn’ head “it’s ok, the dick game makes you forget a lot, I understand” Robyn laughed, finally she is smiling “probably, are you staying at my place still? I want to come home to you?” Nodding my head “Leon is going out, I’ll make you some food?” Robyn snorted laughing “I’ll bring us some food, I want a good meal” she is rude “so you really got rid of Ally?” She acting like she didn’t demand it “I did and all I can say is that you was right, she liked me more than I thought. She even cried but in a few weeks she is gone. She will work with Shawn, nothing to do with me” Robyn stood in front of me “cried!? Wow, she had high hopes but I’m sorry for today, I ruined my morning and yours” pressing a kiss to Robyn’ lips “it’s fine and you may get asked, some chick in there noticed me and knew who I was, I hate that” hugging Robyn “and I’m going to say that’s is my man, my baby daddy” she spat, I love it because she is proud to be mine.

#chrianna #chrianna ff #fanfic #fanfiction

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khadij-al-kubra · 6 years ago

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Can I Bar-row Your Attend-tion (ch3)

Pairing: Roman/Patton

Characters: Roman, Patton, Logan, Virgil, Thomas, Joan, Talyn (some OCs)

Word Count: (who’s she? never heard of her? XP)

Summary: Roman and Patton are two bartenders at a local bar & grill with some serious chemistry. However, the only people who don’t realize it are each other, and one of them is in a relationship…on the rocks.

Author’s Note:

Hey friends! What’s this? Two chapters in one week!? Don’t get used to it, sadly. I want to get content out ASAP, but my work schedule sucks. For now though, here’s the next chapter in the Bar & Grill AU, and I am SO thankful to see all the positive feedback so far and am happy you’re enjoying it! If you’d like to be in the tag list for future chapters in the Bar & Grill AU or other works by me, let me know. And as always feel free to leave a comment in the messages or reply if you have any notes or constructive critiques. I’m always open to writing advice. Enjoy!

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Chapter 3: Premium Chemistry, Shaken not Stirred (POV- Roman)

It was a slow Tuesday night at the bar & grill, just a dozen of regulars either having dinner at the tables or drinks at the bar. The Sanders’ employees were by no means slacking on their jobs, yet there was an air of comfortable easement. Which suited Roman fine. He’d just come from another long rehearsal before his shift and frankly it had left him in no mood to be overly charming to any new faces tonight. Fortunately for him, Patton was patient enough to listen to him vent.

“…And THEN Fred—you know, our Angel? Ugh, I can’t believe I have to kiss him—anyways, he goes and tells everyone my idea but then just rephrases it differently and takes credit for it. If that wasn’t bad enough, they all go along with it and tell Fred what a great idea he had, especially our stage manager Kiersten, or should I say Kier-satan! Curse that little lesbian Lucifer—I swear those two divas are in cahoots—but it was MY idea in the FIRST place! UGH I can’t stand them! I may also be one of the hot popular leads in the cast, but at least I’M not a jerkity-jerk-two-faced-jerk…Gaghhh, I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore!”

“Roman, take it easy! I know you’re upset but you’re starting to spill,” said Patton.

Indeed he had overfilled one of the glasses and now there was a small puddle on the counter. Good thing it was just club soda from the nozzle and nothing expensive.

“Oh! I’m so sorry,” he said as he fixed the last drink. “Here’s your Old Fashioned, Sal. Just like you.”

“Thanks pal,” said the mustached contractor with a wink.

“And your third Shirley Temple, Imani. You might want to slow down there.”

“Very funny Roman,” said the hijabi. “Save the over dramatics for your rehearsals.”

“I am NOT being over dramatic…not this time anyway,” he pouted, wiping up the spill he’d made with a wet rag.

“Of course you’re not,” said Patton, patting his shoulder sweetly.

Very few things could take even an ounce of enjoyment out of theatrical experiences for Roman, but lying diva cast-mates was one of them. Sadly, he’d been cursed to work with two. In the last few weeks of rehearsals Roman had come to befriend most of the cast and production team. However Fred had proven himself to be an entitled actor that only gave the time of day to his own clique, and Kiersten was—for lack of a Patton approved word—a bitch who was fake nice to everyone only to subtly undermine everyone else’s opinions, even the director! Roman absolutely hated people like that!

“Hey Patton,” said Lizzie, another regular, from the other side of the bar. “Can I get a gin for me and a whiskey sour for my lady love here?”

For once Lizzie was in a black dress and not her usual EMT uniform. Beside her was a curly haired woman in a rose pink dress that complimented her olive skin-tone perfectly. Yas queen, Roman thought. At least someone around here was getting lucky in the love department.

“Coming right up Lizzie! Goodness, it is so nice to finally meet you Maya,” said Patton, ambling over to his customers.

“You know my name?” asked Maya looking pleasantly surprised.

“Oh of course! Lizzie talks about how wonderful you are all the time.” Then Patton gasped loudly. “Is that an engagement ring I spy? CONGRATULATIONS you two! Here, have a celebratory cookie. Aw heck, have two! You deserve it.”

“Thank you,” they said, smiling as Patton handed them each two mini chocolate chip cookies from his apron stash.

As Roman watched his co-worker he couldn’t help but silently gush. This was the thing he loved most about Patton- how sincerely kind he was. The bespectacled angel never put on airs or had ulterior agendas. There wasn’t a single catty bone in the cat lover’s huggable body (ironic given how allergic Patton was to cats). If he listened to or remembered a little detail about you, it was because he genuinely cared about you as a human being. And for Roman, who worked in the competitive and often shady world of theater, that was a rare and beautiful quality in a person.

Everything about Patton was beautiful.

“I think that spot there is clean enough lover boy,” said Sal, his mustache twitched in a smirk.

“Right. Thanks Sal—wait, what do you mean lover boy?” he asked.

“Listen, Ro,” Patton said coming back over. “I understand why you’re so upset and your feelings are completely valid. But you can’t let people like that get you down and ruin the whole experience for you. That’s how bullies like them win. You get along with the rest of the cast, right?”

“Yes, they’re fantastic,” he said. “Our Mimi and I have even become good friends.”

“Aaand your director is nice and fair, right?”

“Very. He’s downright brilliant.”

“And you’re having fun being part of this show, right?”

“Of course! RENT is an institution!”

“Then that’s all that should matter! Just do your best, ignore the rest, and remember to have fun with it!”

Roman chuckled at Patton’s dad-like gesture. So adorable.

“I suppose you’re right Patton. It’s just frustrating. I can’t stand deceitful people like that. They really get under my skin! ...Anyways, enough about my drama. How are you Patton? Anything new in your life?”

For some reason Patton seemed surprised by the question. It’s not as though Roman wasn’t interested in the other’s life. In fact, he was very interested in it. Wanted to be a part of it even…part of his world. Now is not the time for mental Disney references, Roman. Then Patton beamed. Dear lord, its like he was made of sunshine.

“I’m doing pretty great actually,” said Patton. “In fact, I’ve started volunteering at the local animal shelter on my days off. It’s not Veterinary school, but pretty close enough.And I still get to help cute little animals.”

Of course he would spend his rare free-time helping others. He truly was an angel sent from the heavens. ‘That’s wonderful Patton! I’m happy for you, truly.”

“Thanks Roman. That…means a lot to me.”

“And how’s it been with my temporary replacement?”

“Not bad. He gets along with the customers well enough, although he can’t hold a candle to you.”

“Well of course,” Roman waved his hand dramatically. “I’m basically Lumière.”

Patton giggled. “Actually, aside from looking alike, you wouldn’t think Remy and Logan were related. He’s a lot more laid back. Although he does have a habit of showing up late for work, and I think he might have a bit of a coffee addiction.”

“A bit?” Lizzie called from across the bar. “Please, that guy probably has more coffee in his veins than blood!”

Roman laughed. “Coffee can be pretty addicting. That’s why I switched to drinking chai lattes. They certainly taste a lot better too.”

“Huh. Interesting…”

For some reason Patton seemed to be staring at Roman’s mouth. Good lord, did he have something in his teeth? He turned his head away to slyly check. Phew! All good.

“Well at least one of us is getting along with our new co-workers. Unlike me,” he grumbled. Stupid Fred. Stupid Kiersten.

“Aw Roman, isn’t there something I can do to cheer you up?” asked Patton.

“I doubt it, but I appreciate the gesture Patton.”

Roman sighed, propped his elbow on the table and rested his cheek in hand. As much as he loved being in RENT rehearsals it was taking a chuck out of his treasured time with Patton. Now not only was he forced to deal with two diva bitches, but also someone else was having time with his Patton, probably falling for him just as much as Roman had and waiting to make a move. What if Remy charmed Patton enough that he’d actually break-up with Dio for the guy? What if he was more Patton’s type, more worthy of the sweet man’s love than him? What if his replacement was more handsome than he was!?

Wait what am I thinking? There’s no one more handsome than me. Still… Suddenly there was a staccato tapping on his shoulder. Roman turned from his musings to see Patton grinning at him. The man was practically vibrating with giddiness.

“Can I just, say something crazy?” he asked.

At this line Roman shot up like a meerkat. No. He’s not… Patton wiggled his eyebrows at him conspiratorially, biting his soft looking bottom lip in excitement. He is! Roman did a quick sweep of the bar & grill to make sure there was no sign of Logan. Lenient as their friend boss might be, he’d never let them get away with an impromptu Disney number while they were supposed to be working. Luckily Logan wasn’t around. Probably still in his office. Good.

Roman gave Patton his most dashing smile. “I love crazy!”

“All my life has been a series of doors in my face

and then suddenly I bump into you,” Patton sang.

Roman joined in on cue. “I was thinking the same thing! ‘Cause like,

I’ve been searching my whole life to find my own place.

And maybe it’s the party talking or the chocolate fondue.”

“But with you,” Patton did a slide to the right.

“But with you” Roman slid to the left. “I found my place.”

“I see your face.”

On ‘face’ Patton lightly booped his nose and then stepped out from the bar. Roman followed suit. They had more room to move with and around each other.

“And it’s nothing like I’ve ever known before!

Love is an open door!

Love is an open door!”

Roman knew that Patton could sing, having hummed Disney songs together before, but he’d never had the pleasure of hearing it in full. Patton’s lovely tenor voice blended perfectly with his own baritone vocals. They even nailed the harmonies!

“Love is an open door!”

“With you!” Patton pointed.

“With you!” Roman pointed back.

“With you!”

“Love is an open door.”

Roman couldn’t help laughing out loud. Patton’s joy and whimsy truly were infectious.

“I mean it’s crazy.”

“What?”

“We finish each other’s—

“Sandwiches!” Thomas shouted from over at the kitchen window, holding a plate of club sandwiches.

“That’s what I was going to say!” Roman called back indignantly.

Then he felt Patton pulling him by the hands to the center of the room as he skipped backwards. “I never met someone”

“Who thinks so much like me!”

“Jinx! Jinx again!” The two grinned as they nailed the pinky swears.

“Our mental synchronization

Can have but one explanation.”

“You”

“And I”

“Were”

“Just

Meant to be!”

Perhaps spurred on by the theatricality of the moment (definitely not his secret feelings), Roman dared to take Patton’s hand and wrap his arm around the other’s waist. Then he led Patton into a waltz. It was a bit sloppy but in a silly lighthearted way. He adored the flustered look on Patton’s face.

“Say goodbye”

“To the pain of the past.

We don’t have to feel it anymore!”

In the back of his mind Roman knew that they were drawing attention to themselves but he didn’t care. Only Patton was in his world in that moment, and thus his world was bright and joyful and perfect. Patton was perfect.

“Love is an open door!

Love is an open door!

Life can be so much more!”

“With you!”

“Love is an open doooor…” Patton finished the song with a giggle. God I love this man.

Suddenly the place was filled with applause. Roman swore he even heard someone whistle from the kitchen. It wasn’t very loud given that there weren’t many people at Sanders’ tonight, but the energy was certainly boisterous enough to match even a full house. For some reason, Talyn was handing money over to Joan. Even Virgil seemed to have appeared out of nowhere and was clapping as he leaned against the wall. Where did he come from? I swear that guy is like a shadow sometimes.

That’s when Roman realized he and Patton were still holding onto each other. They were face to flushed smiling face. So close he could see the pure honey color of Patton’s eyes. Roman could lean in, feel just how soft those sweet lips truly were if he wanted to, and dear lord did he want to. So far yet so…close…

STOP! STOP! HE’S TAKEN YOU IDIOT! The flaring red alarm in Roman’s brain brought him back to the reality of the situation. Roman stopped himself and settled for just smiling at Patton. Way too close Roman. You nearly ruined the best thing you have with the best person in your life. Dio doesn’t know how lucky he is.

“Just KISS already ya goofballs!” Dakota shouted from across the room.

Terrence shut him up by smacking him on the back of the head form the table opposite him, but it had already been said. It was out there now, spoken to the universe. Roman’s entire face was burning and his co-worker was just as red beneath those freckled cheeks he wanted to kiss so badly. Oh great! You’ve embarrassed him! He immediately let go of Patton’s hands, laughing it off awkwardly. He already missed the warmth of those soft gentle hands. If only his heart would stop fluttering.

“Ahem.” Oh no.

Roman slowly turned around to find Logan standing there. His arms were crossed, his face stone-like, and yet to Romans surprise he didn’t seem angry. In fact, he would swear there was an amused glint in his dark eyes.

“Well. That was quite the performance. Highly unprofessional in this setting,” he said, adjusting his glasses.

Patton stepped in front of Roman, arm held out protectively. “It was my fault Logan. I was the one that started singing. Roman had a really bad day and everyone was already taken care of. I just wanted to cheer him u—

Logan held up a hand, and Patton closed his mouth with a pop. “However…given that it is nearly empty in here, save for our regular customers and they all seemed to enjoy the show…I shall let it slide this one time.”

“Wow. Thank you Lo—“

“Just don’t make a habit of it, or else it’s dish duty for the both of you.”

Roman gulped, picturing all those burnt cheese encrusted pans. His nails would never survive. “Understood specs.”

“Excellent. Now, if you’ll excuse me, there is a shoebox full of bank statements in my office that need organizing.”

Logan walked away with an almost giddy smile. He really is a happy little nerd at heart. Roman shook his head fondly as he and Patton returned to the bar.

“Nice little show you put on,” said Virgil, suddenly standing at Roman’s end of the bar.

“Gah,” Roman jumped. “We really need to put a bell on you, shadowling.”

“Hi Virgil!”

“Sup bro?”

“Need me to place an order for you?”

“Nah don’t sweat it. I already asked Thomas while you guys were having your Disney mania moment. You two were getting pretty cozy at the end there.”

Roman’s ears felt hot again and he shot a panicked look at Patton. The fatherly figure either hadn’t heard that last part or was pretending otherwise. How DARE Virgil embarrass his own stepbrother like that! Wait, is he blushing too? Is that a good sign or a bad one? Okay, just play it cool Roman.

“Oh don’t be ridiculous, Cruella de Virgil. Patton was only trying to lift my spirits after an arduous rehearsal, which he did as always. Uh-I-I mean-like you always do with any of your friends! Nothing special or non-consensually romantic about it!”

Roman laughed weakly but thought he’d played it off well. Patton no longer looked embarrassed at least. Although…his smile seemed a bit off.

“Yep! Just helping out a…friend,” said Patton.

“I do feel better now. Truly,” said Roman. He covered Patton’s hand with his own and gave a reassuring squeeze, knowing how much the man loved physical affection. “Thank you for lifting my spirits Patton. It means a lot.”

“Anytime Roman,” said Patton.

“I hate to interrupt fellas,” said Sal, “But we’re out of beer nuts here. Mind getting some more?”

“Woops! Sorry ‘bout that kiddo,” he said to the older gentleman. “We should have another can of them in the supply room somewhere. Be right back.”

Roman watched the pseudo padre practically prance to the back storage, unable to ignore how good those khaki jeans looked on him from behind. He felt ashamed at his having the male gaze but DAMN IT ALL, how could a man be both sexy and cute at the same time? That’s not FAIR!

“Geez, you do have it bad, don’t you Princy?” said Virgil.

“Whaaaat? Pshh me? Have feelings for Patton? Knowing full well he’s my co-worker and already taken? You-you impude my honor! I-I do not secretly…love…Patton…”

“Falsehood,” said Logan passing by with a box in his hands.

This had Virgil and pretty much everyone else seated at the bar in a guffaw. He shot them all dagger eyes but even he knew this was a weak response. Heck, if the cyborg had picked up on the feelings he’d tried to hide then clearly he hadn’t done a very good job. His shoulders sagged in defeat.

“Is it really that obvious?” he asked.

“YES,” They all answered.

“Subtlety isn’t exactly your strong suit,” said Imani.

“That’s true,” he sighed. “Wait, you don’t think Patton—

“Don’t worry bud, he doesn’t know. I love my brother but he’s about as oblivious as you are dramatic.”

Roman gave a fake-offended gasp, but even he knew it was a gesture weakened by his relief. Thank goodness Patton was still preoccupied in storage. Come to think of it, he’s been going back there a lot lately…I hope he’s okay. Probably just sneaking off to text his boyfriend, the lucky bastard.

“Seriously though,” Virgil said, “you really should just kiss him already. Or at least tell him how you feel. You know, carpe diem and all that.”

“Virgil…I’d be lying if I said doing either of those things hasn’t occupied my every waking daydream since I met that beautiful man!” Roman sighed loudly, setting down the towel he’d thoroughly wrung out. “But I don’t dare to risk ruining our friendship if he doesn’t feel the same.”

“Some risks are worth taking. And that’s coming from the guy who won’t risk going outside if there’s even a slight chance of scattered thundershowers.”

“But…your tagger symbol is your initials inside of a storm cloud.”

“The irony doesn’t escape me.”

“Besides,” said Lizzie, “I don’t think it’d be too big a risk since Patton clearly feels the same about you.”

“Wait, wha-what?” A glimmer of hope rose up in Roman chest.

“Hey, what the heck Lizzie? I have a bet going on!” Imani shouted from the other end of the bar. Wait, what bet?

“So do I sister!” Lizzie playfully stuck her tongue out at the Muslim woman then kissed her fiancé.

“Wait, wait, back up! What the heckity-heck with five abs in one peck—

“That’s a visual,” said Virgil.

“—makes you think Patton could possibly have feelings for me? Are you certain? Did he say something to you?”

“Well no, not in words per se. But he sure does show it pretty darn clearly,” said Sal as he took a swig of his drink. Then he held it out, silently asking the bartender for another.

“How so?” Roman asked as he mixed another Old Fashioned.

“For one thing he gets real touchy feely with you. Always going in for hugs and squeezing your arm and the like.”

“Patton’s always like that. He’s a very affectionate man.” One of his most endearing traits, Roman thought.

“True, but with you he’s extra,” said Sal as he took his drink.

“Plus, whenever you show up for you shift, he gets super bubbly,” said Lizzie. “Even by Patton standards.

“Not to mention you two just fucking waltzed around the room together,” said Joan as they passed by with two orders of nachos.

“Aaand he sang a Disney song just to cheer you up,” said Talyn as they brought Terrence and Dakota their checks.

“And don’t forget I grew up with the guy,” said Virgil. “I recognize his puppy-love face and he definitely gets it around you.”

“But,” said Iman with a resigned huff. “You want to know the biggest tip off? You are the only person here who he never calls kiddo.”

Roman’s mouth was opened prepared to protest, but this last bit of evidence took the wind right out of his chimes. He couldn’t remember Patton ever referring to him by his favorite fatherly term of endearment. Did that truly mean he saw Roman as more than a friend? Could he really be lucky enough to have somehow earned the affection of someone as kind, beautiful and wonderful as Patton Cline? Could the light of his life truly see something in him worthy of loving? If that’s the case then maybe Roman did have a chance! Maybe they could be more than friends, maybe—

“I…I can’t.” Roman signed, shoulders slumping with lost hope. “You’re right, I should be honest with my feelings. And perhaps what you say about Patton may be true. But there’s one glaring obstacle you’re all forgetting about; he already has a boyfriend. An awful creepy one but nevertheless…he is taken. And as much as I hate my snake-faced rival, Dio is the one Patton has chosen to be with. Not me...which means that is what he wants most.”

Roman did his best to swallow back tears threatening to make a jailbreak from his eyes. “So long as that is the case, I will not disrespect Patton’s choice by coming between them. That would be dishonorable of me and unfair to Patton. And I love him too much to ever do anything that could possibly hurt him.”

He could practically feel all of their eyes on him, but none of them said anything. They merely turn back to their drinks or meals. Roman was glad of it. He didn’t think he could handle them trying to convince him otherwise. He was more than willing to suffer in silence if it means doing right by the man he loved.

When he looked up at Virgil though, his best friend, there was a look of understanding in the artist’s eyes behind his bangs. Perhaps even respect.

“Fair enough,” Virgil said.

“Order up Virgil,” said Thomas.

He held out the to-go bag, for once leaning outside of the kitchen doors instead of the windowsill. The cook was giving Roman a look of sympathy. Had he been eavesdropping between orders?

“Thanks Thomas,” said Virgil grabbing the bag. “I already had Logan ring up my bill when I came in, so I’m just gonna duck out.”

“Okay. See you next time then. And Roman…hang in there buddy.”

Then the young cook retreated back into the kitchen. Yep. He definitely eavesdropped. Surprise, surprise. Was everyone in Sanders’ privy to the Chilean soap opera that had suddenly become his love life? Or lack thereof.

“For what it’s worth Roman…I’d be cool with it.” Virgil scratched the back of his neck beneath his hood. “I think you’d be really good for my brother.”

“Wow...Thanks Virge,” said Roman, humbled by the anxious man. “That really means a lot.”

“Whatever,” Virgil scoffed. “Just know that if you do ever break his heart, I’m gonna kick your ass.”

Roman chuckled. “Believe me Dark Knight, I’d kick my own ass first before I let that happen.”

“Good.” Virgil put on his large headphones and two-finger saluted him. “Later.”

Roman watched his friend leave Sanders’ and looked through the glass window as Virgil parkoured away, his black clad figure merging into the dark of the night. It was nice to know that Roman had his approval, though it hardly mattered. Not while Patton wanted to be with someone else.

“I’m back!” said Patton.

“Gah!” Roman jumped a little at Patton suddenly appearing behind him. Seems both brothers have a talent for appearing out of nowhere.

“And I brought beer nuts.” He poured them from the large metal cylinder into the small table bowls at the bar. “Here you go kiddos. What’d I miss?”

“Nothing! Nothing of interesting. Certainly no missed confessions or anything…Uh you sure were back there a long time. Did you get lost or something?”

Patton smiled back at him, but it wasn’t his usual ear-to-ear smile. If Roman didn’t know any better he’d say his eyes looked a bit red behind those glasses.

“Nah, I had to make a quick phone call to…anywho, it doesn’t matter. So didja miss me Roman?”

Roman. Not kiddo. ”Always Patton.”

His partner in bartending crime and unknowing thief of his heart chuckled in that childlike manner he had. Then he turned back to work, cleaning glasses and humming the song they’d sung together only moments ago. Even as he did such a simple task Roman couldn’t help admiring him. Those fairy dust freckles, kind eyes, soft looking waves of hair, and warm smile…he truly was the sun in his sky; So close and beautiful, yet so very far away.

Roman sighed and said softly under his breath, “More than you’ll ever know.”

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Rider Challenge #12: Reflect

@thescorpioracesfestival

It takes ages to get away from the beach after the race. People everywhere are congratulating me. Not that I don’t enjoy that, but I want to get home and clean up Sleipnir’s face. By this point, the blood has leaked all the way down his jawbone and is slowly dripping off his chin. Taking note of this, I finish up on the beach as quickly as is acceptable. I say my goodbyes to Rea, telling her we’d meet up the next day to chat about everything. I then start the walk home with Sleipnir while Sebs takes the car. It’s quite slow. Sleipnir’s blinded by the blood on one side and this makes him jumpy. He spooks at everything on his blind side. He’s a mixture of trotting in place beside me and taking slow cautious steps in the times he’s calmed down a bit. I can’t blame him. I’d freak out if I couldn’t see.

We finally reach home. It’s starting to go dark and the adrenaline from the race has worn off a little, making me feel the cold much more harshly. I see the warm light in the house, but I can’t go in yet. I have things to do. I sigh and lead Sleipnir into the barn. Dor calls out softly as I turn the lights on and Sleipnir hums back. Tying my stallion up with a headcollar outside his stall, I untack him and hose him down over his sweaty chest and flanks. I use the spray to wash the kicked up sand off his belly and legs, taking extra time on his feathers. I check his hooves for signs of wear and see none. I then get to work on his bloody face. I can’t see the extent of the wounds yet. The blood coating his face prevents it. I can’t see if that mare’s teeth got his eye or not. Sleipnir’s squinting, but wouldn’t you if blood was in it. I scratch his neck and jog to the house in search of warm water, grabbing a bucket on my way out.

“How’s he doing?” Sebs inquires as I step over the doormat.

“I’m not sure yet. Need to sponge him off a bit before I can see the damage properly.” I answer. “I’m not too worried about him though. He had plenty of energy on the way home!”

“Yeah, he’ll be fine. Hey you want help holding him still while you clean him up, Champion?” I’m not gonna lose that nickname anytime soon, and I don’t intend to. I quite like it. I can still hardly believe I won the race! It’s like something from a novel or film, it’s unreal! I chuckle.

“Yeah, that would be great, Brother-of-the-Champion.”

So I fill up the bucket with warm tap water and grab a clean sponge from under the sink. There’s a first aid kit already in the barn so I’ll get bandages from there if I need them. Sebs puts on his boots and follows me out to the barn.

I motion for Sebs to go in front if my capall and hold him still by the headcollar. He does and I load my sponge with the clean water and get to cleaning out my beloved stallion’s eye first. I squeeze out the sponge over him and the water runs down his face, thinning out the red and allowing me to see that his eye has no direct damage to it. He’ll be able to see perfectly clearly again once all the blood’s cleaned up. I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding. I use the water while it’s still clear to finish rinsing the blood out of his eye. He’s standing surprisingly still while I do this. But then again, the capaill uisce spend their lives with water in their eyes. When it comes to the actual wounds that’s a different story. I’m trying to be as gentle as I can while still being efficient. The mare’s teeth punctured his skin both above and below his eye. It’s a miracle she didn’t damage anything permanently.

Sleipnir jerks away from my touch as I press the wet sponge to his cuts. Sebs does his best to hold him still as possible but with the power of the capall it’s not really a fair fight. Still, stubborn as my brother is, he never lets go of the headcollar and always brings Sleipnir’s head back in front of me when he moves away. It takes a while, but I manage to clean out the wounds, and wipe the blood off my capall’s cheek and jaw. He almost looks presentable again. He may scar a little but that’s no matter. All through this time Sebs is silent. He just quietly watches me work while holding Sleipnir as still as he can. To finalise my process I wander over to the first aid box’s place on a shelf and take it down. I open the lid and pull out a tube of antiseptic cream. I put a little on my hand and put it onto the cuts on Sleipnir’s face. I can tell it stings him, but he takes it with only minor complaints which surprises the both of us. I bandage up the deeper of the wounds as best I can without covering his eye to stop the last of the bleeding. It’s slowed down incredibly, but I don’t want anything getting in there and messing up my cleaning work. My brother and I both step back and admire my handiwork.

“There. Not bad, eh?” I say.

“Not bad at all! Hey. Did I say that Mum rang?”

“No... Why? Wait. Do I want to know?” It’s known that my parents worry about me racing. Especially Mum.

“It’s not that bad. She just wanted to know you’d survived.”

“And...?” I press, coming to stand in front of my brother. His growing smirk was not a comfort to me.

“I told her you came in first. She wanted to talk to you but I told her you were busy being a Champion and couldn’t come to the phone...”

“AND?!” It was starting to get irritating now.

“She wants us to go over for tea. To celebrate. I said you’d be delighted.”

“WHAT!?” Dinner at my family’s was always an event. Someone was always a diva and everyone always fell out in some way or another. Like last time. I see Sebs laughing.

“Wait. You didn’t did you?” I ask, uncertain.

“Of course not you melon. If you went I’d have to go too. I told her that you’d ring back.”

“Oh thank the gods!” I sigh, relieved. I lightly punch my brother in the chest and move past him to put Sleipnir away. I finish up in the barn and we wander back to the house together. As we’re taking our boots of I say, “Hey Sebs. You know that you didn’t believe in me and I was gonna die for sure in the races?”

“I didn’t say that at all but go on...”

“Pfft. Well anyway. I said I was gonna be fine and I hate to say I told you so, but... I TOLD YOU SO!” I laugh and start to run away, but my brother grabs my leg and trips me up so I land face first on the carpet. I squirm away and crawl backwards shouting in mirth, “How’s first place for ya!?” He tackles me to the ground and I squeal as he pins me down.

“Eww. You stink, Tessie.” He says, wrinkling his nose. “Go shower and then we’ll talk.” We both laugh as he lets me up and I skip upstairs, ignoring the ache starting up in my muscles. I look in the mirror and see that Sebs wasn’t wrong. I’m covered in dirt and sand. There’s Sleipnir’s blood spattered on my hands and face. Helmet hair doesn’t even begin to describe it. There’s all kinds of dirt in the windswept tangles. I can feel the grime of sand and sea spray in it. I may as well be wearing the island. There’s also a wild look in my eyes I can’t place. Is it the exhilaration of the race? Or possibly the joy of winning? I don’t know, but I like it. I run the bath and hang a big fluffy towel on the radiator to warm up while I wash. I turn the taps off once the bath is full, undress and sink into the hot water. I relax and think about the day’s events. I’d closed my eyes as we’d crossed the finish line, but apparently we’d won by just a nose. The other rider’s just behind us. It was so close. I’m proud. Proud of myself. Proud of my horse. Proud of us.

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Monday Night Raw review November 20th, 2017

Hey hey! It’s Monday, which means Raw, which means it’s review time! Also, happy birthday to this blog that is a week old today! Thanks to those who have checked it out so far! On to the review!

Please please let me know your thoughts on the show, your opinions, or leave me a comment or some feedback on how you’re either liking or not liking this page! Thanks!

I think this is the first time in a while that the theme song/intro title sequence has played before the show started. I was in a class until recently so I wouldn't know if they played it earlier, but I like it and I want them to keep it!

We have Stephanie starting things off again, which I think is a strong start considering Raw won the most matches last night, and since Triple H picked up the win for Raw in the tag team it makes sense that she’s starting. As I said last week, I think Stephanie has a good announcing voice. Even if people don’t like her, she can still get everyone excited. I do also love how well she and Shane do the sibling rivalry. The McMahons are very good with family drama. I didn’t expect Kurt to be out so early after Triple H arrived, but I think his timing was fine. But then the god awful Jason Jordan challenged Triple H to a match, and I would never expect Triple H to waste his time, and our time, with Jason. I’m not surprised that Jason has to take on Braun tonight, I hope Braun decimates him. I also love how HHH is playing the weasel with Braun, but I hope it doesn’t run dry too fast.

Finn vs. Joe

I CAN’T BELIEVE THEY DID THIS MATCH SO EARLY! I WANTED IT TO BUILD HYPE THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT! But at least my boy is looking ready to fight! Michael Cole and everyone else is still gonna call him the first-ever Universal Champion, yet he hasn’t gotten another shot at it yet hmm hmm hmm. Anyway, the match itself was pretty good. Most people know that Finn and Joe have an awesome chemistry and history in the ring, and they both brought it out tonight. Joe looked ready to kill, and that’s what I love about his character because it looks true to life for Joe. Joe was also getting in some hard hits and keeping Finn grounded, which can be hard to do sometimes because he’s so fast in the ring. Finn had a really nice dropkick early on in the match that caught me by surprise; he does kicks, but he doesn’t do dropkicks ya know? His overhead kick is a thing of beauty to me; he always hits his marks with it and has spectacular execution when it connects. I don’t like seeing Finn put in the coquina clutch ever, no thanks Joe. Sad that Finn lost, but I hope this builds up a storyline for them in the near future!

Asuka vs. Dana Brooke

I’m so in love with the fact that everyone is in love with Asuka. She just amazes me every time. Hey look, it’s Dana Brooke on tv again! But they had that backstage interview with her, and I thought that when she was rolling with Charlotte she had an accent, so did they make her drop it? I could be misremembering, but I’m almost certain that she had an accent. The submission move that Asuka does on the ropes is great. She’s so great isn’t she? Dana got a good slap to Asuka’s face, but I really want the women’s division to be done with slapping. It seems like such a “Divas” thing to do. A win for Asuka!

Miz TV

I don’t really know why Miz had Roman on at first, but as the segment went on I was on board. One of the great things that Miz does well is character work. He’s so confident with it and with who he is, and I think he’s absolutely great. Curtis Axel had a great goofball reaction to when all 3 members of the Shield came out. Dean had the mic first, and honestly, he sounded a little off? It sounded like he flubbed something up. Also, was Roman wearing brown boots? His boots were really standing out to me for some reason. Miz’s mic skills are levels above everyone else in the company right now and you can fight me on that. There was a weird glitch with the lights, but I think the crew did that to get everyone back on track in the segment because they segway into talking about merch and money and random stuff. Roman going for the IC title doesn’t make a ton of sense, but I do think it is time for that title to change hands for sure.

Dean Ambrose vs. Sheamus

I wish that everyone in the ring right now would be a singles competitor again, to be honest. I miss seeing Cesaro in singles, but I don’t think anyone would have a great storyline right now, so maybe tag teams are better for right now. I keep having this feeling that Dean is just off his game a little. He’s not looking great in the ring, and he hasn’t for a while in my eyes. He’s getting a bit stale. I don’t think the crowd or the fans are really into this “crazy dean” character anymore; they just care about Shield Dean. Dirty deeds is my least favorite finisher because it just looks like a messy DDT. I want the Bar and Seth/Dean to be done with their feud and move on.

Women’s Fatal Four Way

I love that Mickie James is still in the title picture, she deserves it! Also, I’m so happy that Alicia was in this match, too. She’s finally getting matches, and I think that’s great! Bayley and Sasha can go away. But the big moment here that myself and pretty much everyone else has been waiting for... PAIGE!!!

I’m so excited to see Paige back in WWE. She’s had a rough year, but she’s back home, and she brought some friends with her! SONYA DEVILLE IS ON RAW YES PLEASE! God, I just want her to punch everyone on the roster in the face, and then I want her to come to my house and punch me in the face. It’s awesome to see the 3 new women on the roster! I can’t wait to see what they do next!

Braun vs. Jordan

I hope Braun really beats up Jordan tonight; I know it’s what everyone wants to see. This match ended super quick, though, with Jordan selling that knee. I was pretty sure going into this match that Kane was gonna show up somewhere with how much Cole was bringing it up during the night. Braun sold that chair shot very well, and he had me fooled that he was actually hurt, but if he is....I hope he’s okay. I’m glad this was over and done with! Next!

205 LIVE

Oh god, it’s Enzo. I really can’t believe he’s still champion, but if it sells tickets right? I caught Corey Graves’ line where he said, “Do we have to sit through this every week?” and I was just like same Corey. Enzo does the same shit every week, but people love it for some reason. I think Drew Gulak is the best thing about Enzo. He’s a funny character and I want to see more of him. Enzo really takes away all enthusiasm I have for the show, and he just kills the ending for me honestly. He’s taking away start power that all the legitimate competitors in that division have, and that’s unfortunate.

Roman Reigns vs. The Miz for the Intercontinental Championship

I love that Miz went for the weasel moves right away, another perfect fit for his character! The network took too many commercials right before and during this match, which really hurt my interest in the match because it had so many breaks. I thought the beginning pace was fine, and Roman had some big hits in the beginning. The pacing really picked up at the end, but I think they needed some of that energy throughout the middle to keep things entertaining. To be honest, this was a match that anyone could have written or assembled. I felt like I had seen everything done before like I had seen this match somewhere else. I wish this match was a bit more exciting and less predictable because I knew someone was gonna interfere. I don’t understand the story of Roman being champ just yet, but congratulations to him, but also congratulations to the Miz for having an awesome title reign!

Overall I thought the show was fine. It was a good post PPV show, but it was lacking a bit of star power, and what star power they had was used too early. I hope next week’s show delivers a bit more, but we’ll just have to wait and see!

Stay tuned for more reviews throughout the week, and maybe a personal post or two squeezed in here somewhere! Thanks!

-Casey

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