hug your horse

You are the best thing (Eliza X Reader)

Prompt requested by anon: Hi there! Can you please write this prompt for me? Prompt: Eliza x reader are bestfriends (secretly in love) reader gives eliza a horse riding lesson. Cute fluffiness ensues.. sharing the same horse.. going to a beautiful meadow.. and a love confession by eliza. I hope that I’m not asking too much of you, and a big thanks in advance.

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this! My plan was to get this out to you by Valentine’s day, but school was just crazy. But here it is! I sincerely hope you like it! Oh, and I was inspired by the Glee cover of “Mine”. (Mild spoilers)

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Time: Hamiltime, before Eliza met Alexander.

Warnings: None! Just fluffiness all the way!

Wordcount: 1,960

“I don’t know… They’re quite big.” The middle sister Schuyler looked at the reigns with scepticism in her eyes as you tried to get her to take them. The horse they were connected to stood calmly and munched at the hay he had been given that morning, barely even noticing that there was actual people standing there.

“He is the nicest horse in the entire stable, I promise you he won’t do anything. And if he does, then remember that I’ll be right behind you.” you tried to reassure her, but she didn’t seem to be completely convinced.

“Alright, if I lead him out of the stables, will you try to take him then?”

Eliza watched the horse with weary eyes before she slowly nodded.

“Okay, but you’ll have to promise me to stay close by at all times!”

“Of course! I promise!” the small victory brought a smile to your lips as you started to lead the horse out of the stable accompanied by Eliza. Your dresses were already stained at the bottom, but neither of you really cared. Or to be precise: You didn’t care, while Eliza was too concerned with the giant animals surrounding her to pay any attention to what her clothing looked like.

As soon as you were outside you basically forced the reigns into Eliza’s hand, making her tense up. The horse watched her with calm eyes, but she still let her gaze fluctuate between you and the horse.

“I don’t think I can do this..” she said with an anxious voice, holding out the reigns for you to take, but you refused.

“It’s going to go fine! He wouldn’t hurt a fly, much less you. He will take care of you, I promise.”

Eliza looked pretty pale, but nodded in understandment.

“Okay, so if you sit behind me you can just hold on to me the entire time. Remember to really hug the horse with your legs, otherwise you might fall off!” you instructed her.

“Hug the horse with my legs?” A redness started to spread across her face, as she realized what that meant.

“Yes! Since we don’t have a saddle, we can’t ride sidesaddle. We have to do it just like the men do. One leg on each side.” You gave her a wink. She looked sceptical.

“No take-backs, remember?” you said and raised an eyebrow at her.

Ever since she found out that you knew how to ride a horse, she had been hounding you about letting her come with you. She wasn’t prepared to actually get up on the horse’s back, though. You had been around horses ever since you were a child, so for you, this was second nature. And besides, seeing Eliza up on a horse would kind of make your dream come true. Two of your favourite things combined.

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Go hug your horse. Someone probably loved a mare, and carefully chose a sire. Someone devoted their life to a stallion they believed in. Someone chose to help mares make babies for a living. Someone sat up all night for who knows how long to help your horse into the world, and someone kissed that wet nose. Someone put on the first halter, picked up the first hoof. Gave the first bath, and tightened the first girth. It took a lot of hearts to carry your horse to you. They gave many moments of their lives, many breaths, many stomped toes and broken boards. Hug your horse for them…. They did it believing in your horses future, so make it a good one.
—  Unknown

Hug your horse today, even if he stopped at that fence in that important class, even if he went lame on show day, even if he spooked at nothing, even if he tossed you to the dirt.

This was my horse Vegas. The day I met him he was only a few hours old. I had told my mum not one week before that my dream horse was one with a black coat, white snip, and amazing personality, and all of a sudden there he was. I got to know him over the months, he was funny, always getting into things he should have stayed away from and naturally curious about life. I still remember the day he was in the sand ring, being the goof he was, when out of nowhere he charged at a small cross rails and sailed over it, it was that moment I knew I wanted him. Buying a horse was not an option though not that I really believed there was a chance he would be mine. But on November 25th, 2012, I arrived at the barn to find him with a big red bow on, somehow my dream had come true. He was a gift from a close family friend and a total surprise.

That winter I spent the days freezing in the barn trying to get him comfortable in the crossties. The summer was spent with long walks through the fields munching on corn leaves and spooking at things that weren’t there. I still remember the day he spooked at the wind but rather than flip out he just looked at me for reassurance, it was then that I realized he was starting to trust me. He grew to be my support system. I told him all my secrets and fears. He was the shoulder I cried on, the source of my smiles and, honestly, somedays he was the only reason I wanted to stay alive. He was my best friend. He was my accomplishments and he taught me that hard work does pay off. He taught me what it was to care for something on a level I didn’t even know existed. We really loved each other.

But then the drama occurred. At first I thought they were empty threats, as I was lead to believe, but then it became more real. I had never once thought things would reach the point they had. Then I found out it was a lie. That close family friend had actually never got his registration papers and, legally, he was still belonging to the breeder. She took him back without any notice, I never got to say goodbye. The horse I had put my soul into would now spend the rest of his life, unloved, in a field.

Now all I can think about is how he will think I just left him. I think about this poor soul who was loved and cherished who will now, probably, never be worked with again. I fear maybe he will, eventually, be sold and possibly end up somewhere horrible. I never got to say goodbye although part of me thinks its easier that way. When I had him I was shocked that I could ever love something so much and now that he is gone I fear I will never be able to again. Vegas was the kindest, most beautiful soul I have ever had the pleasure of meeting and loving. He was part of me and always will be.

If you have made it this far I just want to take a final second to remind you to please love your horse. Spend every possible second with him/her and don’t let the turkey’s get you down. There will always be bad days, hard days and days you want to give up but even after all thats done your horse will still be happy to see you. Never take you relationship with these phenomenal animals for granted. I find we forget so easily how much work it took to build the relationship and, trust me, it never dawns on you just what you had until it’s gone. Hug your horse, love your horse and always appreciate them.