#and now we wait to judge everything else 😅

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Breathing the biggest sigh of relief that the bending / fighting looks so fluid and natural there is absolutely nothing worse than a boring fight scene

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Glimpse of a life with Javier Peña (series)

Chapter 10

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Summary: Javier is desperate to save what he had built with you. Could you trust him again?

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Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

Word count: 4.5k

Warnings: Lots of angst. Sad!Reader & Sad!Javi. Mentions of pregnancy (but not what you’re thinking). Mentions of oral sex female receiving. Mentions of violence typical of the series.

A/N: So, Halloween Hangover is REAL🤕 but I managed to survive the weekend. However, I couldn’t managed to get to the university today😅 Anyway! WELCOME TO CHAPTER 10!❤️✨ I hope you like it🙏🏻🙈

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You didn't want to get out of bed. All you desired was to stay there all day, curled up in the cocoon of your misery.

The pain in your heart felt suffocating, and your eyes were swollen from hours of crying. You cried until exhaustion pulled you into a deep sleep.

As the sun's rays gradually pierced through your blinds, there was no escaping the relentless march of time. When you finally found the strength to get out of bed, you made your way to the bathroom for a cold shower.

It was Sunday, and you had the day off from work. Instead of going to the embassy, you stayed alone in your apartment, replaying the painful conversation with Javier in your mind. The hurtful words still weighed on your heart, and you couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal.

You tried to watch TV or read a book, but nothing seemed to distract you from the image of Javier. Why did he have to be so stubborn? Was it that difficult for him to stop seeing her? A tear fell onto the page of your book, one that hadn't turned since you opened it.

What if he slept with her while he was "waiting" for you? Maybe he was infatuated with her, maybe he cheated on you...

Your stomach turned just thinking about it. The uncertainty and pain had made a hole on your chest.

You went to the kitchen, but the fridge was empty. During the shower, you searched for a bottle of shampoo and soap, realizing that, little by little, your life had become intertwined with Javier's.

The absence of Poncho's bowl in the corner of your kitchen counter was a stark reminder the everything you needed and had was now at his apartment – even your heart.

You returned to your bed, hoping to get at least a couple of hours of sleep to avoid the hurt.

Javier, on the other side, couldn't stop thinking about the terrible things he had said yesterday. He felt like a complete asshole. He had spent the entire night thinking about you, the unfortunate words that came out of his mouth, and your tears. Your eyes were full of hurt and disappointment, and he couldn't forgive himself for causing you that pain.

He cared more about making it up to you than the threats of Diego Ibarra. He believed they were just empty promises from a drunk man. However, he knew he had to address the situation and eliminate the threat. Helena had information, but Javier thought that it would be just drunken ramblings.

He knew he had to rebuild your trust and repair the damage he had done to your relationship. He thought about ways to make it right, not just by avoiding Helena but by showing you how much you meant to him. He needed to convince you that you were his priority and that he would choose you over anything or anyone else.

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The persistent knocking on your door woke you up. Judging by the time displayed on the alarm clock beside your bed, you'd only managed to sleep for an hour and a half. You climbed out of bed with caution, your bare feet barely making a sound on the floor.

Moving towards the door in silence, you paused for a moment before discreetly peering through the peephole. On the other side, Javier stood, his ear pressed against the door. When he knocked again, you instinctively pulled back.

He called your name softly, his tone gentle. "Please open the door; we have to talk," he urged. However, you remained immobile. "I know you're right there; I can smell your perfume," he added, causing your cheeks to flush.

"I don't want to see you," your voice still carried the traces of sleep.

A lingering silence followed, stretching into what felt like minutes, yet you knew he hadn't moved.

"I'm sorry," he finally pleaded, his voice tinged with remorse. "I'm an idiot, I know."

Javier's apology lingered in the hallway between you two. The weight of his words hung heavily in the air, and you were torn between letting him in and keeping him away from you.

You decided to speak, your voice soft but tinged with a mix of emotions. "You hurt me," you finally said. "I don't know if you can understand how deeply."

There was a pause on the other side of the door before he responded, "I know, bonita. I can't bear the thought of you being hurt because of me."

You found yourself torn. On one hand, you still cared for him deeply, but on the other, the hurt from the night before was very fresh. You leaned against the door and let out a sigh. "What do you want, Javier?"

His voice was earnest as he replied, "I want to make things right. I don't want to lose you."

You considered his words, your thoughts a whirlwind of emotions. After a moment, you hesitated but eventually opened the door to let him in.

Javier's expression was a mixture of relief and gratitude. His big, brown, puppy eyes staring at you with hurt and regret.

"May I come in?" He asked.

You nodded, and he stepped inside as you closed the door behind him. The atmosphere in your apartment was thick with tension, and you found it hard to meet his gaze.

He broke the silence. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said what I said. It was wrong, and I didn't mean it. Please, forgive me."

You sighed, the weight of the situation heavy on your shoulders. "What you said really hurt me. It made me doubt everything between us."

He approached you, reaching out to gently touch your cheek. "I know, I know." He sounded desperate, his voice thick with emotion. "But you must know that you mean everything to me."

"Then why didn't you choose me over her?" Your eyes welled up with tears again, "I'm your girlfriend, Javier. I just don't understand why you would risk us for this."

"I choose you over anything and anyone, mi amor." He took your head between his hands, lifting it up so you could see right into his desperate gaze. "I know it doesn't justify me, but between what she said about Diego and the frustration of finding a solution it made me talk shit that I don't really mean." Your eyes were full of tears and hurt, it broke his heart. When he talked again, you could perceive the fear in his voice, "I-I don't want to lose you. Te amo como no tienes idea, preciosa. Por favor, ¿qué tengo que hacer para que me perdones?"

Your hands went to his wrists. You weren't sure if you wanted them off your skin or closer. However, you didn't allow your emotions took over your brain.

"I..." you needed to ask, but you were so afraid of his response. But you have to, you have to... "Did you ever cheat on me?" The words came out of your mouth in a shaking whisper, "I mean, not just with her, but with anyone."

"What? No, of course not, baby," he looked panicked, but you could see the sincerity in his eyes and the firmness of his voice. "I would never do such a thing to you." He hesitated but then added, "I've never paid for sex, I want you to know that. You well know I would never force anyone to be with me; I'm not that kind of person."

For Javier, the seconds you spent looking into his eyes, hesitating about your next move, felt like an eternity. He would beg on his knees for your forgiveness if necessary. He knew he wouldn't die of love, but he didn't want live a life without yours. So when you finally spoke, his heart shattered at his feet.

"I think we should take a break."

"Are you breaking up with me?" the question came out of his mouth in a shaking breath.

You didn't want to say it, but you didn't want to give him hope either. "I just need space to think about this. I can't be in a relationship where I'm not a priority."

"You're my number one priority, bonita. I'm fully committed to what we have," he said, his voice full of emotion.

"Please, just leave," you pleaded, tired. He attempted to add something else, anything, but you cut him off. "Goodbye, Javier."

He let his arms fall to his sides, his fists clenching as anxiety crept up his body. But he nodded, defeated.

You followed him to the door, and when he was out, he turned to you again and said, "Probably this wouldn't be in my favor, but you should know that I'll call Helena today," he said, but it didn't surprise you. "I have to ask her about Diego, it's just that. I swear I won't call her again," he promised.

You shrugged, as if you didn't care, as you said, "Haz lo que quieras, Javier."

The hurt on his eyes was evident. His heart sank on his chest as a lump formed in his throat. He couldn't believe he was losing you.

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The first few days, Javier offered take you home after work so you don't have to be alone at night.

"First of all, I don't need you to protect me," you had told him, "Secondly, Martha offered to take me," you let him know.

You did your best to avoid him, even when you inevitably crossed paths in the office's kitchen or in the hallways, and he attempted to talk to you. He was doing his best to be patient, but he missed you so damn much. He felt a constant pang in his chest, especially when he saw you or when he longed for your company at night. You missed him too, feeling a hole in your chest.

When you were a child, you used to be always sick. Your grandmother used to say it was because you had a weak immune system due to always being sad about your family's problems. However, your mother always said you faked the symptoms because you were too spoiled and didn't want to go to school.

When your father left, you were seriously ill for weeks, and you even had to be hospitalized for a stomach bug. The doctor said it was related to your anxiety and your immune system responding to your sadness.

Being separated from Javier had taken a toll on your physical well-being. You had been experiencing nausea for a couple of days, which you initially attributed to stress. However, one of those days, you called in sick at work. You had been throwing up since the afternoon before, and in the morning, you felt terrible.

At first you panicked at the intrusive thought that you might be pregnant. Even though you convinced yourself it couldn't be, you took a pregnancy test.

It was negative, of course. You thought that being pregnant would be the worst thing that could happen to you at that moment. Becoming a mother was something you always wanted, but not like this, not at this stage of your life.

You sighed in relief when you saw the result, but still couldn't shake off the fact that you felt so unwell. In the midst of the sickness, you found yourself missing Javier even more. Despite your best efforts to push him away, there was a hole in your life that only he seemed to fill.

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It was like a deja vú, when you were sleeping on your couch and you heard a knock on your door. You decided to ignore whoever was at the other side, you just wanted to sleep. Then, you heard his voice calling your name. It was Javi and, honestly, you were too weak to fight back.

''C'mon in,'' you mumbled, not even making an attempt to get out the couch.

Javier entered, concern etched across his face. He noticed you lying there, pale and unwell. The apartment was dim, and he moved cautiously, trying not to disturb you.

"You don't look well," he said softly.

"Thank you?" You couldn't help but smile a little.

"I heard you called in sick at work. I wanted to check on you," he said, kneeling beside you, his hand caressing your hair and your forehead. ''You have a fever,'' he sounded concerned.

''I know,'' you said, your eyes closed, absorbing his touch and his presence. ''Connie came and prescribed some medicine. It worked, actually. I was worse.''

''Connie? She didn't even call me,'' he furrowed. ''Why didn't you call me?''

''I am not your responsibility, Javier. And I asked her not to,'' you answered.

''Don't call me like that,'' he whispered, clearly hurt.

''Why not? It's your name,'' you forrowed, but your eyes were still close.

'''Cause it sounds like you don't love me,'' he whispered, hurt lingering in his voice.

You opened your tired eyes, finding him close to you, and you gave him a weak smile, ''Siempre te voy a amar,'' you confessed. It was true, and you were too tired to pretend otherwise.

Javier's eyes softened, and he moved a little closer. "También te amo, mucho más de lo que imaginas," he admitted with a hint of vulnerability.

You couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions as you looked into his eyes. There was still so much love between you, but it was buried under the weight of recent events. You reached out and touched his cheek gently, and Javier leaned into your touch.

"I miss you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I want to make things right, but I understand if you need more space."

You thought for a moment, your feelings a swirling mess. Finally, you said, "I don't want to lose what we had."

Javier nodded, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "Me neither."

He allowed you to sleep throughout the afternoon, and when you woke up again, he had prepared dinner for the two of you. Honestly, you thought that probably he would return to work or his apartment, but you were glad he didn't.

You were feeling slightly improved, enough to stand up and join him in the kitchen.

"I did my best," he said, presenting to you his attempt of caldito de pollo.

You were indeed very hungry but still felt a bit weak in the stomach. Despite that, you made an effort to eat.

"It's not bad, actually," you admitted, making him smile with pride. "I didn't know you could actually cook."

"I have a few tricks up my sleeve," he winked playfully, and you blushed at his charming response. His hand reached for yours, caressing the tip of your fingers, his playful demeanor gradually shifted into a more serious one. He gently squeezed your hand, his eyes searching yours for a moment of sincerity.

"Listen, there's something I need to tell you," he said, his voice soft but uncertain. "I hope you don't mind, I use your bathroom."

You looked at him, a mix of curiosity and amusement due to his peculiar confession. "It's not a crime to use someone's bathroom, Javier."

He smirk as his gaze dropped to the table, and he continued, "I found the box of the pregnancy test on the sink."

Your heart raced as his words sank in. You had forgotten to throw away the box; you had only discarded the test stick. You hadn't expected him to find it.

"I'm here for you, no matter what," he reassured you, his eyes filled with sincerity. "You won't face this alone."

You shook your head in surprise. "Wait, what?"

"I mean it," he answered, determination in his eyes. "I know I messed things up, but I want to fix it up with you." His hands captured yours, and you could see a sparkle in his eyes. Oh, no. "I'm not saying this just because of the baby, but if this is going to happen right now, I want to do it with you."

"Javier, I..." you tried to say, but he was so eager to share his plans.

"I'm serious," he gently interrupted you. "After I finish my work here, we'll go to Laredo. I have a house, and I can work on my father's ranch, and..."

"Javi, I'm not pregnant," you finally said it, and he seemed taken aback.

Javier blinked in surprise. "You're not pregnant?" His voice carried a mixture of confusion and disappointment.

You shook your head. "No, I'm not. I just got sick, and for a moment, I thought it might be something else, but the test was negative."

"Oh," you noticed that the sparkle had disappeared, but he also appeared somewhat relieved. "I'm sorry; I made the connection between your symptoms and the tests, and I..."

"It's okay, I also thought I was pregnant due to my symptoms. I've been feeling nauseous the whole week," you explained.

"And why didn't you tell me?" He asked, sounding a bit hurt. "We see each other every day at work. Even if we're apart, you can always talk to me, especially about something as significant as you thinking you're carrying my child."

The statement made you flush at the mere thought of actually having a child with him. You couldn't help but wonder if everything he was saying when he still thought you were pregnant was real for him. Did Javier have the capacity for such commitment? Hadn't he been scared of marriage, as you had heard?

Of course, you had thought about what it would be like to marry Javier Peña, but you never wanted to rush anything. If it was meant to happen between you, it would happen in its own time.

"It's not that I didn't want to tell you. I just thought it was a false alarm, and I didn't want to worry you unnecessarily."

He nodded, understanding your perspective. "I appreciate that, but I want you to know that I'm here for you, and I want to be a part of your life, no matter what."

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Javier spent the entire weekend at your apartment, taking exceptional care of you. Nausea still lingered, but the vomiting had subsided, and your color began to return to your face. He made sure you ate well, stayed hydrated, took your medicines on time, and rested as much as you needed.

He even brought Poncho back to your place so he could feed him without leaving you. You also noticed that he'd bought a larger bowl and more food for the fish, showing how well he'd been looking after your little aquatic companion.

Despite his attentiveness, you and Javier hadn't progressed beyond some innocent caressing. There were no kisses, and he hadn't tried to invite himself into your bed. You had set boundaries, which he respected, understanding that you were still hurt from the past.

You knew it might be best to create some space between the two of you, not to give him false hope, but at the same time, you couldn't resist having him by your side. His presence made you feel like you were floating over the moon. You craved his warmth, his touch, and his brown eyes, just as much as he yearned for the same from you.

You wished you had more self-control over your heart in matters of Javier Peña, because you knew he could easily be the total ruin of you if you allowed him. You found yourself drawn to him like a moth to a flame. His presence wrapped around you like a warm, comforting blanket, and despite your attempts to keep a safe distance, you couldn't help but crave his touch, his smile, his everything.

Yes, you still felt angry and upset about everything that had happened, but you couldn't deny how much you wanted to be with him, to give him every single piece of you and claim every piece of him as your own.

So, you had to decide if you were willing to risk it all to be with him again or spend the rest of your life wondering what would it be.

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It was Monday, and you were in your room getting ready to head back to work. Javier, who had heard you showering so early, knocked on your bedroom door.

"Are you sure you're ready for work?" he asked, concern for your health still visible on his features.

You saw him through your vanity mirror as you put on your earrings. "I don't survive on air, Javi," you said, adding a touch of humor to your comment.

"Don't worry about that. I can cover the expenses for the days you need to recover," he sincerely offered.

You stood up and approached him. When he looked at you, he was mesmerized by your beauty, and one look from you was enough to weaken his knees. You made him crave every morsel of your love, and he knew he had to earn it. So when your delicate hands cupped his face, with your thumbs brushing his cheeks, he closed his eyes to savor your touch, feeling like a man who had stumbled upon an oasis in the middle of a desert.

"That's so sweet, Javi," you whispered. Then you leaned in to reach his lips.

Your kiss conveyed warmth and tenderness, a silent promise that you still cared deeply for him, despite the complications between you. Javier's eyes opened slowly as you pulled away, and he felt a mix of emotions swirling within him. "You've done so much for me, Javi. I'm really grateful for your help."

His lips curved into a warm, gentle smile. "I'll always be here for you," he said, caressing your face. The sincerity in his eyes was undeniable, and it touched your heart.

"No more secrets, Javi." As you said that, Javi's eyes lighted up with hope and relief. "If we're going to be together, we have to trust each other."

He nodded like a child, a smile adorning his feature, "No more secrets, I promise."

"And you're not going to see Helena, ever." You waited for another round of stubbornness, but instead, he nodded immediately, looking into your eyes with determination.

"Yes, of course, baby," he said finally, his thumb softly caressing your cheek..

"I'm going to trust you, and I would let you meet with other informants," you continued, and he could see the determination and seriousness in your reddened eyes. "But if you ever, ever, betray me – we're done and you won't see me again."

Javier swallowed hard, his eyes softened as he looked at you like a scolded puppy.

"I don't usually give second chances, but this is your third one," you warned, "so review your priorities."

"You're my priority," he promised, drawing closer as his hands encircled your waist as he leaned in to gently kiss your lips, your cheeks, and then he focused on the space between your jawline and your shoulders, planting sweet pecks on your delicate skin. You smelled delicious, delicate and femenine. Javier was starving for your body, your warm, your kiss.

"We're gonna be late," you warned, but he didn't stopped tracing your neck with his lips.

"I've missed you," his hands clenched around your hips, pushing your body back to your bed.

"Javi..." you tried to insist, but he knew exactly how to make you feel good.

"Shhh, I know you missed me as much as I did," his hands lifted you enough to get you over the bed, where you laid down as his hands started working on lift your pencil skirt.

Quickly, he get rid of your tights, along with your panties and your heels. "Fuck," he said as he finally saw your already wet folds, "you don't have idea how much I missed your pussy," he groaned.

Before you could say anything, his face hide between your legs, making you gasp and get lost on a wave of pleasure.

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The end of September arrived, and your relationship with Javier had evolved in ways you both had never anticipated. The love between you two was undeniable, and you found yourselves deeply entwined in each other's lives. Every day with him was filled with love and laughter, and the nights were passionate and intimate.

Javier was a passionate and caring boyfriend, always attentive to your wishes and needs, taking you on romantic dates and cherishing the time you spent together. The sex was awesome, more than you could ever imagine. He introduced you to his father, albeit through a phone call, and you did the same with your sisters and your grandfather.

Your bond seemed to be heading toward a serious commitment, and you couldn't help but think about what he said when he thought you were pregnant.

Suddenly, you found yourself pondering the idea of marriage more and more. What would it be like to build a future with Javier? A family. Your heart told you it was what you wanted, but your mind was cautious, telling you that you should take things slow. You knew that you should be out of Colombia before forming a family, when both of you were safe and have time to talk about it. For now, you decided to enjoy the present with him.

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Javier was driving to work with you. His right hand on your thigh and the other on the steering wheel, eyes focused on the road.

"Ay, no," you murmured, and he looked at you.

"What's the matter, bonita?" He asked, his brow a little bit forrowed.

"I forgot my coffee," you pout, "I left it on the table."

"Want me to buy you one?" He offered, making you smiled.

"You're the best, you know that?" You said as your hand reached the back of his head and scratched his scalp, causing a pleasant sensation run down his spine.

Javi pull over on the first coffee shop he saw and crossed the street to buy coffee for the two of you.

He only last about ten minutes ordering, and when he was about to pay, hell broke loose.

The sound of gunfire and people screaming filled the air. His instincts kicked in, and his hand reached for the gun tucked in his back. Panic spread like wildfire as people scattered in all directions, searching for a place to hide. All he could think about was you. He had left you in his truck...

Javier stepped out of the restaurant and witnessed chaos unfolding. A car sped down the street, disappearing around a corner. His heart sank as he noticed the damage: bullet holes riddled his truck, shattered windows littered the street, and dust hung in the air. But you were nowhere to be seen.

Fear gnawed at him as he realized you were alone in the midst of this chaos. Without a second thought, he raced towards his truck, not knowing if you were safe, injured, or worse.

Javier's ears buzzed, and the echo of his own racing heart pounded inside his head as he approached the truck. He was terrified, hesitant to confirm what he feared most. The thought of your injured body overwhelmed him, but he had to know.

As he neared, he noticed the passenger door was wide open. His heart sank as he first saw your feet, and then he spotted you, lying face down on the hard ground, surrounded by shattered glass.

Panic seized him; you weren't moving.

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A big silly idiot (Kai Havertz x Reader)

**I got a request by an account that has now change the name and I can’t find it, so I can’t tag it. Sorry 😔 But the idea was to write some jealous Havertz where the reader is a physio. And…I know he moved to Arsenal but not in this story 😅 or the little cameo wouldn’t work. Always fun to write jealous characters and I hope you guys enjoy it!! ❤️**

Word count: 1022

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"And because of the new coaching staff, there are all these new people working here. Some for the medical team. That'd be weird. I was so used to my previous colleagues".

"It'll be fine".

"I hope so. For a moment I worried they'd fire me too".

"How could they fire the best doctor in the history of football doctors?"

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend's comments and turned to kiss him goodbye when you reached the infirmary. But when you were leaning against the door with your eyes closed, the door opened before Kai could kiss you.

You would have fallen to the floor had it not been for the arms that caught you.

"So sorry. Are you ok?"

Kai was looking at the young man who still held your arms, not wanting to make a scene but slightly glaring at him. There was no need to touch you for that long.

"I'm fine, yeah. Note to self: don't lean against closed doors".

The mystery man laughed with you before noticing there was someone else there.

"Oh, hi! Are you here for your treatment?"

"No, I'm with her".

You frowned at his words and tone.

"He's on his way to training. Treatment for the players that aren't injured usually comes after they train. Unless you've changed that already?"

"No, that's fine. I just need an updated list of who’s fit and who’s not".

"I'm going now", said Kai, making you look at him. He was acting so weird.

"I know. Have a good training. I'll see you after".

"My kiss?"

He was being so obvious. "Who do you want the kiss from?"

When Kai rolled his eyes, you moved closed and pecked his cheek. "But…".

"See you later".

You got inside the room, closing the door and leaving Kai to be moody outside of your little place of work.

"So, what's your name?"

"Sebastiano. But you can call me Sebas".

"Right, you're the manager's son".

"I swear I know how to do my job and didn't just get it because of him", he joked.

"I'm dating a player. I get how it feels to be judged because of personal connections so you won't get that kind of comment from me".

"Nice. It's hard to find someone who gets it, you know?"

You nodded. "Anything you need, let me know".

Kai also learned who the new medical team member was very soon since everyone was talking about the new staff. And he also kept glaring at him during training.

"Why does he have to be here?"

"What?", Enzo looked at who his teammate was pointing. "Well, he's learning the dynamics of the team from someone who knows all about it…".

"It's not that hard, is it? We train, we get injured, he treats the injury and hopefully doesn’t make it worse. He’s just here because of daddy so maybe he won’t even know how to put a plaster on a wound".

"Why are you so annoyed by him…wait. Are you jealous?"

"Jealous of what?"

"Of a young good looking guy who has to work with your girlfriend".

"I'm not", said Kai, kicking the ball and leaving to find a new training partner.

But he was jealous. He was used to you being surrounded either by other women or by dudes so old they could be your dad…or grandad. And Enzo was right. This new guy was good-looking and seemed nice too. What if you liked him? And he was smart like you, not an idiot who earns a living kicking and heading a ball.

He tried to concentrate on training but hearing you giggle at whatever the new guy was saying didn’t help his case.

“Ten minutes left”, you said, “now it’s when we leave and get everything ready for those who need more treatment. Most will just need some massages and similar”.

“Ok, let’s go”.

Kai saw you both leaving and when he noticed the new guy putting his hand on your back when you walked in front of him, he lost it.

“Ahhh!”

Everyone turned to look at him after his very unnatural scream and he fell to the floor holding his ankle.

“You ok?”

“I twisted my ankle. I think I need to go to the infirmary to get it checked”.

“Sure”, said one of the physios helping Kai to stand up and walking with him to where you were.

When the door opened, you lifted your head to see who was coming in. Your head that was very close to the new guy’s, who was looking at the same documents you had placed on the table.

“Kai, what happened?”

“I twisted my ankle”, he said and you were immediately by his side to guide him to one of the stretchers.

A few people surrounded you two, since there was no one else to attend at the moment. You took Kai’s shoe off and then his sock too to check the foot…but there was nothing to check.

“It’s not bruised or swollen…”.

“That’s good, right?”

“Yeah”, you said, giving him a funny look. “Does it hurt when I touch it?”

“No”.

“Does it now?”, you asked, applying way more pressure than necessary.

“Yes! Don’t do that”.

“Just checking. I got this, guys. Go get everything ready for the rest of the players”.

Kai could tell you weren’t happy by your expression. He knew you too well but that went both ways. You knew him too well too.

“Did you fake an injury?”

“What? Why would I…”.

“You’re jealous. No, don’t say anything. I can tell. And you’re so stupid for it”.

“It’s just…he’s young and smart, like you”.

“And about to marry someone”, you said and Kai closed his eyes and let his head fall back before he started to laugh. “I really am an idiot, huh?”

“A big silly idiot. But even if he wasn’t engaged to someone else…come on. It takes more than young and smart to win me over”.

“Sorry”.

“I wish I had seen you faking the injury on the pitch, though. It must have been hilarious”.

“Yeah, I’m not winning an Oscar anytime soon”.

[yujeong]

really yearning to see Korn beg Tonkla for forgiveness for everything he's done. if Korn found out Tonkla was seeing someone else, I wish he would plead with him to take him back. like......... i dont think it would happen like no wayy but thinking about it is so nice 😅

Hello anon. Since we have a few hours before ep4 comes out, I'll proceed to respond to the few messages I've received about the show that's driving me insane in the best way, starting with yours. See, I get why you want this to happen, it has it's appeal, but to me that isn't quite possible right now. I don't see Korn as the "begging for forgiveness" type - I don't even see him as someone who would recognize his mistakes, let alone apologize to Tonkla for not paying attention to him for what is probably days at this point. We also have to keep in mind that Korn pays Tonkla money and is probably renting him the place he lives in - meaning that if he finds out Tonkla "cheated" on him and gets angry, there's a chance he'll kick him out of that house, stop giving him money and cause him more misery. So it'd be Tonkla who'd beg for forgiveness which.... ugh, I both want and don't want to see happen. Now, in case you haven't seen it, the preview pic for this episode was this:

and it gave me thoughts. One of them was about the location. That's not the couch, that's Tonkla's bed, meaning they probably have sex on it - passionate sex or quick, frantic sex, judging by the fact that Tonkla is still wearing a shirt. The second thought is about Tonkla's body posture. From what I can see, he's not touching Korn. His expression is strange to me; it's not as warm as I expected. He mostly seems pleasantly surprised? In awe? I don't know, I'm probably speaking nonsense - we have no clue of what the context of the scene is, we don't even know if it's from the present or the past, a flashback as others have mentioned. But still, it intrigues me and I can't wait to find out the full context. Friday is finally here and I'm ready to lose my mind once again.

[eddiemadmunson]

I see you now

I wrote this little thing back in the summer when I was obssessed with Eddie, so I decided to post it here on my blog 😁 If you are here just for my House of the Dragon fics, please ignore this 😅

Paring: Eddie Munson x Henderson fem!reader

Warnings: nothing, little bit of cursing I guess

“Dustin, honey, wait a minute. Come here and take this PJ sandwiches I made for you and your friends from the club!!!” your mum yelled at your little brother and you just rolled your eyes. You were already running late and your mum was making it worse. “Hellfire isn’t that type of club where you can bring PJ sandwiches, mum!” Dustin yelled from upstairs and started running down the stairs towards you. "It's a cult, isn't it, Dustin," your mother gasped, she always managed to come up with the absolute worst-case scenarios. It was Friday evening and you were driving your brother to his D&D session with Eddie Munson and his Hellfire club. You also promised Robin and Steve to go with them to the Cinema. “Mum seriously, it's not a cult and you need to stop it with the sandwiches!” Dustin yelled and rolled his eyes when he passed by you towards the kitchen to stop your mother. You started tapping your foot nervously, checking your watch for the tenth time this evening. “Dustin, hurry up,” you urged him. You wanted to go inside with him for few minutes in hope to see Eddie. Yeah, you had this big high school crush on Eddie fucking Munson! It was kind of embarrasing, really. You fancied that boy more than it was healthy. You admired him, the whole school called him freak and he didn’t mind at all. He was who he was, and he wasn’t ashamed of it and he didn’t give a fuck, what these asshole at school thought about him. He had his band, his Hellfire club and he didn’t need anyone else's approval. You really admired that. You, just like Eddie, was a big metalhead, you loved Iron Maiden, Metallica, Black Sabbath, Antrax, you had their posters all over your room, you listened to their music every day, but you were too scared to admit it in front of your classmates and friends. They would never understand it. You also loved horror movies, tattoos and badass things, but you have never admited it out loud at school, afraid that people would judge you for liking stuff like that. You loved Eddie because he was everything you wanted to be. You always dreamed of the day when you would ask him out to see a new horror movie with you or to go to an Iron Maiden concert with you. Standing in the crowd with Eddie hugging you from behind, humming the lyrics into your ear, kissing you between the songs, wrapping you in his arms and never letting you go. You started having this concert fantasy again while waiting for Dustin and you totally lost track of time, when Dustin waved his hand in front of your face. “Ewww Y/N, I really hope that you are not daydreaming about Steve right now, with this lovesick expression on your face,” Dustin snickered and nudged you towards the door. “What the fuck, Dustin! How many times do I have to tell you, that I am not into Steve, he is my friend,” you said and rolled your eyes. Dustin wasn’t stupid, he knew, that you have a thing for one of his friends, but it wasn’t Steve. You two finally got into your small car and you drove him to his D&D session. You entered the creepy house and you looked around hopefully to see Eddie, but he was nowhere to be find. You sighed and said hi to everyone. “Hi, Y/N” Mike said cheerfuly and grinned at you. “Don’t you want to play with us,” he added quickly and looked at you with hope in his eyes. He might be dating Eleven and being totally in love with her, but he also has had this sweet crush on you since he was little boy and he was always happy to see you and spend time with you. ‘ “No, Mike, I am sorry. I can’t, I promised Steve and Robin, to go to Cinema with them,” you smiled kindly at him. “Its too bad, Erica is grounded and we desperately need someone to play instead of her,” he added. “Yeah, sorry kiddo, I really can’t, actually I am already late, I am supposed to pick up Steve at seven,” you answered and wanted to check your watch again, when a denim clad arm wrapped around your shoulders and you felt your heart skip a beat. “Didn’t you hear the lady, Mike?! She can’t play with us, she has a date with Steve The Hair Harrington,” Eddie said with a smirk plastered on his face. “It’s not a date!” you protested quickly, your cheeks turning red. “It’s just a movie, and Robin is going with us,” you quickly added. You really didn’t want for Eddie to think that you are dating Steve. “So, what kind of movie are you going to watch?” Eddie asked you, his hand still wrapped around your shoulders, his brown doe eyes looking right into your soul. “A-a-aliens,” you stattered, feeling super nervous being so close to him. “Hmmm, interesting choice, I thought that you would say Pretty in Pink,” he smirked. “It’s a date,” he added triumphally and took a step away from you. “It’s not a date!” you said stubbornly, getting slightly annoyed with him. “Oh, princess, trust me, when guy picks a movie like this, it’s a date,” he smirked wickedly and you almost melted at the pet name. “It’s a perfect opportunity,” he continued and started circling around you like a shark around his prey. “It’s a horror movie, it’s full of scary and jumpy scenes. The girl will be scared and grab boys hand, hide her face into his shoulder,” he winked at you, and all you could think about was how many girls he already tricked like this, so they ended in his bed and it made you really jealous. “And if the boy is with the girl alone at home, she might climb up on to his lap, feeling more secure there. She will hide her face into his chest, not watching that movie anymore, and the boy will be such a gentleman and he would try to distract her by kissing her,” Eddie continued, his big warm eyes scanning your face, clearly enjoying your discomfort and the fact that your cheeks started to be as red as tomato. “And it could possibly lead to big makeout session or maybe even sex. So trust me, princess, when guy picks a movie like this, his intentions are not innocent,” he finished his speech, standing right in front of you, making you look up, since he was slightly taller than you. You wanted to slap him for making you blush like a little girl in front of your brother and his friends and on the other hand you wanted to grab his T-shirt and pull him closer and kiss him like there is no tomorrow. You did nether of these things, you grabbed the courage and took a step closer to him, making him raise his eyebrows questinably. “You know, Munson. The problem is, that Steve did not pick this movie. I did. Steve and Robin don’t know what movie we are about to watch, they probably think that I pick Top Gun,” you smirked when you saw the confused look on Eddie’s face. “I pick it, because I loved the first movie. I saw it at least 15 times, Dustin can confirm that. I am not easily scared, I don’t jump up at scary scenes, and I will definitely not grab Steve's hand for protection. He is scaredy-cat, he will probably run away from the cinema after 30 minutes. The moment when the first Alien falls from the ceiling, he will run away screaming, same for Robin. I will probably stay there all alone, enjoying the movie, while they will be dissing my taste in movies behind the corner in the café bar. So once again, loud and clear, Munson, it’s not a date, are we clear?!!!“ you yelled, stabbing your finger into Eddie’s chest. “You are wrong princess, it is a date,” he said again with a smug smile. “Everybody out,” he screamed maniacally, surprising you and all of his D&D friends. “Because fuck Harrington, and fuck Robin, they can go together to see Pretty in Pink. You are going to see Aliens with me, Princess!” he added, looking deeply into your eyes, finally seeing you, the girl who was hiding behind the fake facade. “And you can hold my hand or sit on my lap even if you are not scared of the Aliens,” he whispered into your ear, so only you could hear him, making you shiver with anticipation. “Hey, Eddie,” Dustin yelled from the doorstep. “She is also this huge Maiden fan,” he winked and run away after Mike and Lucas. “Well, well, well, princess. Full of surprises I see,” he gave you a heated look. “Tell me you can play a quitar and I am a goner,” he pushed you gently to the wall, caging you into his arms. “No, I can’t,” you admited and he noded, not expecting anything else. “But, you can teach me,” you added shyly looking at him through you eyelashes. “Oh princess, I can’t wait to teach you a lot of things,” Eddie purred into your ear, his voice full of tempting promises.

[strangerthings1975]

How do you take negative criticism on your writing?

For a brief while I took hate comments personal but now I like to believe they’re commented by those too young to understand the way words put them down. Sometimes it is hard to feel good about your writing when everything feels like it’s under a microscope being observed though…

Hello 🖤🖤 thank you for your question. My answer is a bit long lol. 😅🖤

I don’t take criticism well at all. I’ve had some pretty nasty things said to me in the past, years ago even, and I still remember that shit. It hurts.

I’m an extremely sensitive person, and it’s not easy to put yourself on the line and share writing with thousands of people. I mean, anything can happen. Hate comments, neutral comments, no comments, creepy comments, etc. There have been a lot of times I wanted to quit writing completely bc I didn’t think it was worth how awful it feels to be judged.

But then I think to myself, you know what? There’s like fucking millions of fics and books and shit in the world for people to read… maybe they hate what I wrote and they think I suck, well good for them. They can go read something else and go away. Like?? How hard is it to read something, realize it’s not appealing to you, and then EXIT THE PAGE without being a cunt?? You know, silently decide not to continue to reading it. Because if I wanted an editor or someone to tell me what they didn’t like, I would’ve asked. You know? Like what is a hate comment supposed to accomplish? Do they think they’re doing us a favour and helping us improve? Because they’re not.

If it’s telling me about typos or something and stuff I could actually fix/edit quickly, then yes please tell me. Similarly, if they write me a genuine comment about something they didn’t like or that made them uncomfortable, without insulting me… Sure. It would sting, but sometimes I’d really like to know where I went wrong with something. Or if I’ve accidentally said something offensive. Otherwise… no. It’s absolutely no good to me to be criticized. Just makes me feel like shit, and then I don’t want to write.

And that would be sad!! if I didn’t write I wouldn’t have made any of the friends I currently have, I wouldn’t have learned the lessons I’ve learned. I would lose my hobby. And why should I lose out just because of strangers on the internet??? I don’t think so.

So yes it really hurts, sometimes it takes me days to get over. The other day someone on Tik Tok said something about MPG that made me cry for a couple hours. Idk. I worry all the time about not being good enough. But I’ve decided not to let it stop me. And I hope it doesn’t stop you either!! We just have to try and remember to have fun with writing and remember why we started in the first place.

I find that taking a break from it all and just reading and watching TV and getting inspired again really helps. Putting yourself first instead of trying to impress anybody or meet expectations. I made that mistake more than once, and it never got me anywhere.

What I’m going to do from now on is not post WIPs. Maybe that can help you too! Avoid the pressure of knowing people are waiting for you to update, avoid receiving comments that make you reconsider everything you had planned for the next chapters, avoiding seeing that your most recent chapter lost you some subscribers or that someone didn’t comment… avoid having to wonder what you did wrong, why they stopped liking it. Because people can get in your head, and the fear of disappointing them paralyzes you… then you just lose motivation to continue because “what’s the point?”

I mean in MPG, everybody wanted something different. Bottom Steve, top Steve, switch Steve, sub Steve, Billy redemption arc, Billy to be killed, Billy and Steve to make up, more chapters, less chapters, more smut, more plot, you know? All this conflicting stuff and I couldn’t possibly make EVERYONE happy. It’s exhausting. But if I would’ve just written for myself privately and then published it, I would’ve been absorbed in the exact story I wanted to tell, and it would have been so much more fulfilling. It would be finished by now, and I’d probably be a lot happier with it.

So that’s my advice from experience. Try to take a break, keep your writing for yourself and for trusted people, and then when it’s ready and truly the story you want to tell, post it if you wish. And then you’ll have the confidence within yourself to stand by what you wrote because you know it’s exactly what you wanted and that YOU are happy with it. Even if someone is a jerk, you know in your heart that you like your story. And that makes it easier to brush off negativity. Yes, it’s great if people like it, but that’s just extra. We need to love our own stories and writing and ignore the noise. Or else we’ll never get anywhere.🖤🖤🖤

I hope that helps even a little bit. 🖤🖤

[kisakis-boyfriend]

for the winter thingy!

can i something with chifuyu? i was thinking after the christmas shebang with taiju and him all bloodied and beaten, mikey called us (m! reader who is baji’s brother) to pick him up. (yk same apartment block and all)

basically we take care of him and baby him a bunch, then the next day he wakes up to nobody in bed…

he walks into the living room, and sees m!reader cheer “merry christmas!” with the entire apartment decorated with a bunch of gifts for him, and they spend the day cuddling and just being cute overall?

(i finished the manga for the first time like a week ago and it’s absolutely killed me please repair my heart)

Author's Note: This turned out waaayy angstier than I intended in the beginning. I hope the fluffy ending makes up for that. 😅

Pairings: Chifuyu x male reader

Warnings: SFW, male!reader, mentions of blood and violence, patching up Chifuyu, hurt/comfort

“Don't be too hard on him tonight. It's been kinda rough lately.” Manjiro's words repeated in your head the entire drive to and back from your destination. On the phone you gave a half-hearted, “Yeah I'll try.” and as your mind raced at the same speed of your motorcycle you recalled all of the recent events, deciding that Mikey makes a good point.

First Halloween, now Christmas, how many more holidays will become tainted with the blood from their gang activities? That's something you've never been able to quite understand, even with a brother in said gangs. How many times did he come back home dripping in blood, both his own and someone else's, only to be chewed out by you while you shakily bandage his wounds?

You pull up to the church Mikey told you about. He's just sitting on the steps, most likely waiting for you after Mikey let him know that he had a ride coming.

At first, the words wouldn't come out. Neither snarky remark nor greeting made its way out of your mouth. You simply looked at him, bloodied and bruised. Just like Baji always was when he came home…

“You come here to stare at me or what?” Chifuyu's voice cut through the cold air, breath visible amongst the falling snow.

A deep sigh escaped before your reply, “Actually I'm your chauffeur. I'm afraid we're all out of limos tonight though, I hope this will suffice?” You joked, glancing down towards your bike. Chifuyu just rolled his eyes playfully at this. “Get on. Before you get frostbite.”

-

“You don't have to, you know. It's really late and you probably have work tomo-”

“I want to.” You cut him off, stopping what you were doing for a second. “I want to. What kind of shitty friend leaves you alone in that state anyways.” You didn't think he noticed, but you were wrong. He could read you very well sometimes, and he most certainly noticed the strain in your voice as you tried not to cry.

Chifuyu took a seat in the chair you pulled out for him, watching your body rush from his bathroom to his closet while you rounded up the necessary supplies. His first aid kit, some extra washcloths, a bowl of warm water, and a blanket. Placing everything on the dining table while you have him remove his shirt, large, visible bruises already blooming on his chest from whatever blows connected during the fight.

Gently touching the afflicted areas, you asked your friend with each touch, “How badly does this hurt?” Each answer being something along the lines of, “Ouch! A lot!”

“Do you feel like anything is broken?” At this Chifuyu shook his head and mumbled a 'no'. So you continued, soaking a washcloth in the water and wringing it out until it's only damp, dabbing at the biggest cuts on his torso first. Each time the warm fabric made contact with the open wounds, Chifuyu winced. You glanced up at him and whispered “sorry…” while trying to be even more gentle. It was obvious that something was on your mind, judging by the way you weren't practically bullying him for getting hurt so much. A part of him knew why though. He couldn't argue that he was thinking something similar to you tonight.

“Surprised you haven't scolded me for getting hurt.” Chifuyu prompted. Watching you with one eye closed in pain while you wrap some bandages around his chest.

“I'm doing it in my head.” At that, he scoffed. At least you still had some sass in you.

Next, you moved on to cleaning up his face. Chifuyu's cheeks were already a bit swollen from earlier, bloody and bruised just like his torso had been. Before this you carefully wrapped the blanket around his shoulders, telling him that he needed to keep warm after being out in the snow for a while. Once again, Chifuyu noted how gentle you were tonight. Even more so than usual as your hands lingered on his arms for a minute, a bit of your body heat seeping through the fabric while they did.

“Hmph. All this and you still managed to win, huh?” You lightly teased. Chifuyu winced again when you cupped his cheeks.

“Of course we did. Even though we were at a disadvantage from the start.”

While administering your first aid, you prompted your friend to continue, “Oh yeah? How so?”

Chifuyu became more animated while complaining, “Well for starters that dick Hanma beat me up and then tied me up before the real fight even began!” he exclaimed. “Kisaki planned on betraying us all along. Which we probably should have seen coming from a mile away... but Takemitchy thought teaming up with him was our best option, so I agreed to co-operate...”

As he went through the whole story, giving Kisaki, Hanma, and Taiju Shiba increasingly meaner nicknames, Chifuyu gradually blew off the steam left over from the night's conflict. By this point it was well past 2 a.m and you were both exhausted. He offered to let you sleep over and you accepted.

The two of you had spent the night at each other's places many times before, along with Baji and some of their other friends from Toman. So sleeping in the same bed didn't bother either one of you. Especially at such a late hour and after the stressful events of the night. You really just wanted to sleep it off.

Falling asleep came easily, even with Chifuyu's light snoring (which you are totally going to tease him about in the morning). Waking up came easily too. Too easily, in fact... You woke up only 3 hours later unable to fall back asleep. After letting your mind race for a couple minutes, and lots of fidgeting later, you decided to just get up and do something. Literally anything is better than laying in bed all antsy.

Looking around Chifuyu's apartment brought to your attention how unfestive it was. He did at least put the Christmas tree up, but it was barely decorated and the rest of the place looked so... Grinch-like. You recall the festivities that you and your brother got up to in years past, almost always spent with friends after some time with the family. The laughter mixed with 'Christmas dares' that people like Chifuyu, Draken, and you would always end up flustered from.

Since you had some time you figured “What's the harm in livening up the place?” Surely his Christmas decorations weren't buried too deep in the closet?

-

It's cold. Yeah it is the end of December but, it's like, really cold this morning... Chifuyu thought to himself upon rousing awake. The pain in his limbs and his chest reminded him of last night's happenings. He recalled the fight, the punches he took, celebrating Toman's victory over Black Dragon, and lastly... Chifuyu remembered you. Remembered how distracted you were while taking care of him. Something was off. You never once yelled at him to 'be careful, idiot' or any of the things you usually yelled. Your touch was somehow even more gentle than before too. It was... strange, though not unwelcome.

Chifuyu's hand reached over to shake you awake only to find an empty space. The space where you were last night. Oh.

“Tch. Couldn't wait to ditch me, huh? You're always moving too fast, y/n.” He muttered to himself, running a bandaged hand through his hair before slipping out of bed and trudging to the living room.

His feet carried him across the floor until...

“MERRY CHRISTMAS, MATSUNOOO!!”

Until a very loud voice jolted him fully awake. Clutching a hand over his chest, Chifuyu shouted in retaliation, “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?! What the hell?!?!”

To which you only laughed, “Yes! That's my job and you know it!” Chifuyu couldn't decide whether he was happy that you were back to your usual, sarcastic self or not... Regardless, he did say thanks.

“I made breakfast by the way. I wasn't sure what you'd feel like so I just cooked something simple... and my special french toast.” You added. A statement that caused your friend's eyes to sparkle at the mere mention of. After fixing up a plate for each of you, you sat down by the properly decorated tree. Chatting about how you pulled off decorating his entire living room without waking him up, reminiscing about Christmases past, and your plans for the rest of the day. All before casually sliding a gift box towards him.

“What's this?”

“Open it, silly.”

Carefully removing the blue ribbon and the lid of the box revealed a picture frame with a photo of Chifuyu, Baji, and yourself from a summer trip last year.

“Y/n...” Chifuyu whispered, staring at the photo in his hands. His eyes scanned over it again and again, taking in all of the details fondly.

“I thought it would be nice to have. Knowing my brother I'm sure he wouldn't want us sulking over his death. He'd want us to remember the happy times, and to move forward and make more good memories.” While you already felt the tears coating your own eyes, it was Chifuyu who cried first. Though he swears it's just some dust, definitely not tears!

“Yeah, uh-huh, sure. Whatever, there's more under the tree. I just wanted to give you that one first.”

You watched as your friend laid the picture frame down so that he could tackle-hug you to the ground, hurting both of your ribcages at once. “Oof– Alright, alright! You're welcome! Don't hurt yourself, you're still injured!” you chastised.

And he laughed that precious laugh of his that always brought a smile to your face. “Sorry, Doc. Got a little too excited there! But seriously, thank you, y/n. That was a thoughtful gift.”

“You're welcome. Now c'mon, open the rest!” Chifuyu nodded, smiling as he felt you pull him into your lap while he opened another gift.

[brummiereader]

I just love how blind Tommy is 😂 . He tells Arthur to calm down, but just hours before he was going mad looking for his son 🤦‍♀️ Tommy, Tommy Tommy, you're just like your brother except Arthur adds a bit more passion to his fury 😂.

Every time you write about Arthurs anger slowly building, I'm on the edge of my seat waiting for him to just snap. You can really feel his fury, and honestly you write it so well I start to get angry too, ready to unleash on anyone who dares talk to me, good thing I read my fav fics at home 😂!

Oh dear god...Heaven is as murderous as Arthur!! Five Men! Heaven you're starting to scare me, and that's not easily done. 😅. Oh darling Arthur, he could simply not imagine his Angel drenched in blood having murdered someone. I love how you write about him imagining the scene in his head as he learns his woman is not so angelic. She has a dark side just like him, if not darker! And the fact that he likes it 😏😂! “I’ve told you she was a fucking curse but no one listened to me. What am I supposed to do for people to fucking listen to me eh? Hear me Arthur?” Tommy’s chilling gaze looked upon his oldest brother. 🙄 Jesus Tommy, she saved your sons life, his hate for her clouds everything! I'm so surprised Ada reacted similar to him...I mean there's no other way to save an innocent child's life when someone else has intentions of killing them, Ada stop being so diplomatic 😂!

“Whether you like it or not this company’s license is written in blood, and its foundations are made with dead bodies. We are all standing on an empire of silent hearts and maimed flesh.”  SHARK!! This was beautifully written, WOW! Polly's words are so true, they can judge Heaven as much as they want by her actions, but they are   all like her, just in different ways.

NO WAY did Tommy just hold a vote 🤦‍♀️🤣! This man is too much. Please, someone tell Tommy to get off his high horse 😂

😯 What kind of sadistic smut is this! (I love it 😈!). 😂 I was expecting Arthur to go to Heaven cradle her in his arms while she wept into his chest falling asleep..nope nope nope, he goes in, she crashes her lips onto his, and he gets all horny looking at her in his white shirt 😂. And then 🔥! It's hot enough here right now with this hellfire weather but this scene warranted a cold shower 😂! "Not only he got it, but he was ready to be your cure" I bet he was 🤭. Is heaven bewitching him??

Ok I'm at the part where shes talking about her past 👀🍿...OH MY GOD, the truth bombs have been dropped. Heaven... How utterly tragic your life has been. The image of her little sister and mother being burnt on pyre is horrific 😔😥, and to think that shit actually happened and is now a part of human history. I'm glad she hunted down those evil bastards, they deserved everything they got. It was very interesting to read that her mother was a witch too, her powers have passed on to Heaven, I wonder in what ways Heaven will use her talent now Arthur knows everything 🤔? Arthur comforting and being there for when no one else is anymore was so heartwarming, he is all she has 😩.

"He was the gasoline.

You were the match.

And if you both burnt,

The whole world would burn with you" Amazing ending to the chapter, and so true to their relationship! Shark 😩...I love these two so much ❤️, they are my comfort couple. Well done on this incredible chapter, your detail and work on this series is insane ❤️!

Heaven in Your Eyes || Arthur Shelby x Reader!OC

Summary: Following the event of the kidnapping of his son, Thomas and the rest of the family learn you have killed a man. Confused and in a state of shock, the Shelbys debate whether or not they should accept you. But while they are debating, you are falling into a pit of anxiety. Now, it's Arthur's time to be there for you.

Words: 6K

TW: Light angst, canonical description of violence, mention of child abuse, smut, unprotected sex, mention of death and torture, trauma talk, fluff, hurt/comfort

Notes:

✞ Admittedly this part is longer than what I planned to do but it has plenty of essential moments and discussions. The next chapter wont be that long. As for the smut part, it is quite long too but it does have a purpose in the story. You can skip it if you want but you'll miss information.

✞ This chapter is complementary to the one-shot From Blood We'll Grow (but no need to read it)

✞ Heaven is OP's original character but written with the use of « you » (Moodboard here).

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Thomas Shelby was leaning against the kitchen counter, cigarette hanging in his lips and piercing blue eyes focused on the needle of the pocket watch he was holding in his hand. It would not be long before Arthur and John would come back, consequently he did his best to enjoy the precious quietness of the house before some family chaos. He put the watch back in the pocket of his vest and took a quick look at Polly, Ada, and Michael, who had no other choice but to wait with him. When Tommy demanded a family reunion, every one of them knew they better not missed it. The two women were sitting at the table, a smoking hot cup of tea in their hands. Polly’s dark irises were staring at an invisible spot on the wall in front of her as she lost herself in the meanders of her own thoughts. Contrary to her aunt, Ada could not stay still. She was nervously moving her leg, eyes shifting between her big brother, the clock on the wall, and her own hands.

“Where’s she?!” Arthur’s voice suddenly roared in the kitchen, alongside the loud bang the door made when he almost burst it open.

Here we go, Tommy thought even though his face remain placid. Knowing Charlie was safe at home had extinguished his anger.

“Is she okay?” John asked, sincerely worried for you. As time passed, he had grown fond of your presence more and more. He was out of breath for he had been running behind his oldest brother, trying to catch up with him. When he entered the kitchen, less than one minute after Arthur, he had leaned against one chair with his hands and tried his best not to spit his burning lungs out.

“Calm down, Arthur.” Tommy issued with a neutral voice, looking at Arthur’s face which was distorted with both worry and rage.

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do, Tom! Where the FOOK is she?” At first, Tommy thought his brother was just agitated, but when he saw Arthur coming at him with teeth bared and darkened eyes he understood it was not a simple tantrum. It was fury — the same fury that had pushed him to almost killed the man who had tried to murder Thomas at the horse race, to the point they had to choke him until he almost blacked out just to calm him. Tommy did not falter though and remained motionless.

Witnessing how enraged the oldest sibling was, Polly got up from her chair and grabbed him by the arm.

“She’s fine! I’ve taken care of her myself. She is fine.” Polly repeated louder, hoping her words would overcome her nephew’s terrifying fit. She had barely finished her sentence when Arthur turned his head to her in one vivid movement and growled like an animal. However, his facial expression relaxed a little despite his brows still furrowed and his eyes shooting bullets at everyone he was looking at. Anger was boiling in his veins, fueling his heart that was pumping to the rhythm of his growing anxiety. Breath hitching, teeth still slightly bared, Polly knew his nephew could snap at any moment. She knew he was like a jerrican of gasoline, whose slightest spark could turn into a destructive wildfire, “Arthur, please. She needs you lucid,” She paused and gently tightened her hands around his arm, “She just needs you.”

Arthur closed his eyes for a few seconds and inhaled. The gulp of fresh air managed to set his ideas straight — or was it simply because your well-being was more significant than anything else in the world? When he reopened his lids, he gathered all his strength to remain in control of his wild spirit. Another growl escaped from his lips.

“Where is she ?” These were the only words he could utter. Polly took a quick glance at Tommy and sighed. The whole family knew that Arthur, as stubborn as a dog refusing to give its stick, would not let it go. He would remain deaf to any of their explanations as long as he was not informed where his angel was.

“I’ve brought her to your house. I’ve helped her clean the blood from her skin. She was curled up in your bed when I left. See? She’s at home, safe and sound.”

“Hm.” He mumbled with his jaw clenched, right before starting to pace back and forth in the room like a caged lion under Tommy’s undisrupted eyes. The latter cleared his voice to get everyone’s attention.

“I want to know what happened in every detail. Michael?” Tommy’s voice was collected. So controlled and cold his breath almost turned the whole room into a castle of ice and frost. Michael shook his head. The latest events were still stuck on replay in his troubled mind: the sensation of Hughes's skin against his hands made him nauseous each time he thought about it. Even though he took the life of the monster who had robbed him of his innocence, the threatening shadow of the priest still floated above him, waiting for Michael to fall asleep to fill his nightmare with unspeakable and excruciating memories. Hughes was gone, but the wounds were still there, vey much opened. He lowered his head, unable to bear the weight of the family’s eyes staring at him.

“I’ve killed Hughes,” He started his left hand nervously scratching the back of his right one until his skin turned red, “I wanted to grab Charles and bring him home but he was not in there. That’s when I heard a kid screaming and a big thud. When I entered the other room Heaven was—“ He stopped, for he felt the burn of the ravaging fire that was blazing in Arthur’s eyes. The unspoken threat was clear enough for him to understand: he better be careful with the next words that were about to come from his mouth if he did not want the beast to tear him apart.

“She was?” Tommy’s authoritative and slightly impatient tone captured his attention again.

“She was covered with blood, Charles in her arms. She had killed the man who wanted to hurt your son by stabbing him with a pair of scissors. If Heaven had not been there, Hughes’ colleague would have shot me and Charlie down. I saw a gun a few inches from the corpse.”

No one dared to speak now that the facts had been spit, leaving no doubt on your implication in the whole mission. Tommy brought his hands to his face and rubbed it in an attempt to process all the information he had just learned. A part of him could not believe it: how could you so easily kill a man who was almost twice your height and weight? After all, you were such a frail and small creature he had trouble imagining you going feral and butchering someone with the sole strength of your tiny hands. Yet, he knew about the dead you left on your trail when you left France. Five men, his informants told him. Five men were found dead in the forest surrounding the village. The authorities who had reported the crime called it “inhumane”. When Tommy read the case file, his jaw almost dropped at the description of the bodies — these men had not only been murdered, they had been hunted down like animals. While he first doubt the veracity of the reports, today’s events made him realize they were not exaggerated. You were dangerous. As dangerous as unpredictable. And Tommy hated what he could not predict nor control.

“Heaven… killed him?” Arthur asked, thus breaking the silence. He had frozen, turned to an ice statue by Michael’s words. He could not believe it either. How could you, his sweet and holy angel, do such a thing? He swallowed, left utterly speechless and confused.

“She did!” Michael insisted when he saw the doubt on Arthur’s face. Then, he turned to Tommy once again, “I’d be fucking dead if she hadn’t been there. And Charles too.”

Tommy let out a loud sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to kill his dawning headache.

“There was so much blood on her Tommy.”

So much blood, Arthur thought. His mind drifted away from the conversation as he tried to recreate the scene in his head. He imagined you, entering the office bathed in the pale moonlight, crimson ink bringing a frightening touch of color to your snow-white hair and skin. It felt surreal — and exciting.

“I’ve told you she was a fucking curse but no one listened to me. What am I supposed to do for people to fucking listen to me eh? Hear me Arthur?” Tommy’s chilling gaze looked upon his oldest brother.

“You know what? Fuck you, Tom. I’m done.” Arthur’s gruff voice was underlined with an unexpected and astounding calm. He had reached his breaking point, “What are ye gonna do now, eh? Wait, lemme guess. You’re gonna come at me and stand with your bossy demeanor, telling me I need to leave me angel because she’s some kind of psychotic freak to you. Then you’re gonna pat my back and tell me to forget her and that I’ll find a better woman. Maybe buy me a whore. Yes, that sounds like Tommy Shelby.” Arthur shook his head, a sarcastic chuckle coming from his lips, “You tried to make me suspect her, eh. Can't fucking believe it.” He chuckled again, far more nervously this time. “Wanna pull everyone down in your fall, that's what you want. If you can’t be happy no one around you shall be, right?“

“You don’t seem to realize what she did. And she told me to keep an eye on my son. Everyone would have suspected her.” Tommy retorted, blizzard coating his words.

“But she saved him.” Everyone turned to Polly, whose remark caused Thomas Shelby to grit his teeth. The unpleasant truth felt like nails scratching a board. Except the board was his own bones and the nails his Aunt’s words.

“She risked her own life to save your son even though you had insulted her.”

“Polly, I do like her. But I understand Tommy. She killed someone. You get it? This is not a trivial way to resolve a problem.” Ada intervened, her fingers tapping the varnished wood of the table.

“That’s what we always do, Ada. That’s what I did too.” Polly spoke with indisputable sorrow in her voice, “Whether you like it or not this company’s license is written in blood, and its foundations are made with dead bodies. We are all standing on an empire of silent hearts and maimed flesh.” A fresh nightly breeze went through the open window, caressing Polly’s face and making her short curly hair dance in the wind. The power of her soliloquy tamed Ada’s fierce spirit, “Arthur and John have been killing for this family for years. I murdered Campbell. Regarding Michael — Michael put Hughes down. And you, Tommy, when did you lose count of the men you put to sleep?”

“Fucking right.” Arthur mumbled.

Thomas looked at his aunt with a neutral face, the only detail that betrayed him was the spark of interest shining in his piercing blue eyes.

“Think ‘bout it Tommy. She foresaw Charles’ abduction. And when her powers reached her limits, she had not been afraid to dive her own hands in shit to help us. Don’t you think she has proven her loyalty to this family?”

“She isn’t loyal to us, she is to Arthur.” He corrected.

“It makes little to no difference,” Arthur responded, rolling his eyes.

“Alright, then.” Tommy cut them all off, clapping his hands to close the debate. He had heard enough, “Since we all have different opinions about Arthur’s angel — the sarcasm in his voice was undeniable — we’re going to vote. Arthur?”

“A vote? ‘Bout me bloody life decisions? Go to Hell, Tom!” He roared in response, driven crazy by the fact you were all alone at home, aching and terrified, and that he was not here for you, “She’s the woman I’ll marry. The other half of my soul. You can go all fook off if you don’t accept her in the family.”

“Predictable. Ada?”

“I don’t know. She had been quite extreme and Finn is scared of her. “

“Gonna take this for a negative answer along with Finn’s opinion. I already know Esme’s thoughts on the topic so there are three people opposed to her joining this family and one rooting for it. John?”

John remained silent for a while, his sky-blue eyes staring at Tommy with palpable irritation, “How can you all even discuss the topic? She has done more to take care of Arthur than anyone here in this room.” He walked to his oldest brother and put one hand on his shoulder as a sign of support, “I like her, and she deserves a place in this fucking family, even though she'll soon understand she ain't the curse but this family name is.”

“Michael?” Tommy went on, unmoved.

“I did not really care until now. Don’t really trust the girl but she saved me so… “

“I’ll take that as a yes. And Polly?”

“I know I haven’t been easy with her but it was because I could not sense her intentions. I was afraid she would bring evil forces upon us but she has the gift of healing. My grandmother used to have it, you know, and it runs only through the veins of exceptionally gifted witches. She could be useful, you know. We could benefits from her powers. And tonight…” She took a deep breath, “She saved my son.” The way to a mother’s heart often was her children, and Polly Gray was no exception.

“Three against four. Seems like this whole debate is over, Tom. Now I think I’ve been patient enough with your bullshit. Stop wasting my time while my place is beside her.” Arthur took one last look at his family, fury blazing in his eyes, and left the house, making the whole building shake when he slammed the door close.

“Heaven!”

When Arthur stormed into your bedroom, he was welcomed with the sight of your quivering silhouette standing in front of the window and hugging itself. It felt like a stab in his heart as he was reminded that you had to face the latest events all alone. Worst than this, one of the last things he had expressed to you was a slight doubt about your involvement in Charles’ kidnapping. He had not only been absent, he had also been awful, and God knew how ashamed it made him feel.

“Are you okay?” It did not take more than one second for Arthur to rush toward you and cup your face between his large hands, “Fookin’ hell, angel I’m so so sorry!”

You did not reply but instead stared at his guilty blue eyes with an unfathomable expression on your face. Your silence convinced him you were mad at him.

“They told me what happened and — “

Arthur could not finish his sentence, for your small and cold fists grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him in a ferocious kiss. Your lips crashed against his like a rogue wave breaking on the shore and destroying everything in his path.

You pulled away from the kiss, leaving his mouth hanging a few inches from yours.

Arthur, running out of breath, did not move except for his steel blue eyes that looked down at your body. You were wearing nothing but his white shirt adorned with stripes. The garment covered you down your thighs for it was far too large for your tiny being. “Christ,” He whispered to himself, struck by how the vision of you wearing his shirt as only clothes turned him on. His whiskey breath melted with yours, almost intoxicating you in the process as if you had drunk the whole bottle by yourself. But it was not alcohol that was making your head spin, but the instant relief the eldest Shelby gave you by his sole presence. Arthur’s tongue grazed your swollen lips with its tip, desperately hungry for more. He had been waiting to come back to you for countless hours, your face haunting his mind even when he had sent men to Hell in one big explosion. “Kiss me again, please.” He said in a soft but slightly impatient voice. He needed you to kiss him again. He needed to feel you did not hate him for doubting, nor for not having been there to protect you.

But you did not bless him with a second kiss despite the undeniable supplications in his fair eyes and the caress his feverish sighs left on your skin. You stood still, your irises firmly anchored in his for what seemed to be an eternity. Your lips remained sealed but one crystal tear rolled down your cheek.

“Hey. I’m here, love. I'm so sorry for everything you had to do…” Arthur said softly when he noticed you were crying.

No reply came from your tantalizing mouth. You kept staring at him, battling against the flood of emotions that was invading you now that your mind slowly but surely came to realize what happened last night. The blood — there had been so much blood.

“Heaven, talk to me.” He pressed one of his hands on your cheek, the cold silver of his rings alleviating your panic. And then it happened. You snapped out of your torpor all of a sudden and pushed him onto the bed. Arthur’s body fell on the soft mattress, leaving him both speechless and surprised by such unexpected reaction. Eyes wide opened, lips parted, he wondered what would you do such a thing. Did you — reject him?

“I need to forget this awful night.” Your voice was merely a whisper, but the power your words held shook him to his very soul. It was not anger nor resentment that coated your tone but lust. Without shifting your eyes from him, you brought your hands to the large shirt you were wearing and undid the first button, “I have to get it out of my goddamn head.” The way your French accent melted on your words like butter got him all fuzzy and weak.

“You sure, love?” He asked still surprised, taking a deep inhale through his nostrils.

“You have to erase it from my mind.” Your sentence broke up his core.

Arthur bit the flesh of his lower lip in anticipation as he understood what you wanted from him. Somehow, he got it: the blood, the adrenaline, the thrill of the kill… You had to find a way to release the tension. That was what he did with you in the shower last time he bashed someone’s head with his bare fists. Not only he got it, but he was ready to be your cure. His pale irises devoured your silhouette, desire burning within as you started to strip in front of him. You popped the second button with your frail fingers — and he flickered like a candle flame. Arthur’s fists closed on the bedsheet as frustration grew stronger at your languorous movements… And yet, that was the most exquisite form of torture he had ever experienced. He grunted, almost like an animal. If he had genuinely enjoyed the sight of you wearing his shirt, all he wanted now was to tear that bloody thing off you and exposed your naked body for him to see. When you finally popped the last button, a shiver of desire ran down his spine as if someone had just brushed him with the sharp tip of a knife.

The shirt was now open, showcasing more of your appetizing porcelain flesh. With one languid gesture, you let it fall on the floor and disclosed your whole being to Arthur’s starving eyes. The way the pale light of the sun coming through the window’s blinds drew patterns on your silky skin captivated him.

“Oh fuck — love,” His gruff voice said, carried away with a moan. The sensual sight made his whole body react, to the point he was now feeling far too tight in his trousers, and that was getting uncomfortable. Usually, he would not have waited so long for touching you, but today he could not help but admire your wildness. Petrified by a far too eery arousal, Arthur had the impression invisible ropes were wrapped around his body and pinned him to the mattress. He could not move and barely breathe. All he was able to do was to watch you with complete fascination. What stirred such a dizzying and strong effect was not only your angelic beauty, but also the dangerous energy that was radiating off you. This, combined with the few dried blood stains that were still adorning your skin from here and there left him feral. You stepped towards the bed, your hips swinging to the rhythm of your graceful walk. Arthur, hypnotized, swallowed the lump in his throat, his mouth dry and his heart racing in his chest. You hopped on the mattress and straddled him. How could such a tiny creature like you hold so much power? He thought. Hell, he could have broken your frail bones so easily with his own hands but here you were, riding him. You. The sweet angel he had met at church.

But you had a twisted something.

And it made him fall even harder.

A twisted something Linda never had nor understood.

Arthur inhaled sharply and growled, realizing you had literally taken his breath away.

“I want you. ” You said with teary eyes.

“So what are you waiting for, love?” His words managed to reach his mouth despite the awe you instilled in him. As he said so, your hands boldly began to explore his chest. The friction of your palms and his shirt’s fabric against his skin unleashed a wave of warmth within. Arthur shivered and watched you, still enraptured, while he let you take control of him. To hell with Tommy’s doubts and the family’s fear, you could pull his strings he would not mind as long as you belonged to him. After you had opened his shirt and exposed his chest, scattered with millions of freckles you often liked to kiss, your fingers made their way down his boiling skin and left frost in their wake. Another gruff moan — you were giving him fever.

Once you reached his waist, you took his suspenders off and threw them somewhere in the bedroom. Arthur replied to your boldness by grabbing your hips with his large and calloused hands — scarred from murder — and by giving them a bruising squeeze. That simple touch, combined with the feeling of his hard shaft pressing between your legs, sent surges of electricity through your entire being.

“Let your man take care of you, eh,” The gravel in his voice made your cheeks burn. He wiped your golden tears with his thumb— as beautiful as they were, he just hated to see them on your pretty face. Somehow, Arthur was well aware he was a high-maintenance man and he could not thank you enough for everything you were doing for him. How many times Linda had told him he wasn’t worth her help? He wasn’t worth saving? He had lost count after a while, but you never did. Unable to wait any longer for your bodies to unite, he then unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers, those noises bringing goosebumps all over your skin, “there, love.” He softly uttered before pulling his pants down just enough to free his erection. You moved your hips in response, guiding his cock between your wet folds without further ado. Welcomed by your wet warmth, he let out a long sigh of pure delight. Nothing could have prepared him to the all-consuming, almost suffocating desire you stirred in him. Sometimes he wondered if you had cast a spell on him, for no other woman had such an irresistible effect upon him. Each time you touched him, even for the simplest and most innocent interaction, desire and love hit him like a bullet.

“Arthur…” You sighed, as he started to roll his hips under you and push against your entrance with the glistening head of his cock. It was too much for him to wait anymore: all he wanted now was to dive into your flesh and conquer the wild territory of your soul. You gritted your teeth, almost hissing with excitation at the hurricane of sensations that was tearing you apart. You could not wait either, because he was the one who could fill the void. That excruciating and gaping void, as painful as a sucking wound, that had first opened a few years ago when you killed these five men. Oh, don’t get it wrong, they deserved it as much as the priest, but it had left you empty since then— so empty it hurt. But Arthur found you one night, and everything changed. You were his savior, but he was your cure.

“Look at me, Heaven. “ He said, his tone candy-coated with tenderness, for you had lowered your gaze ashamed of your tears. You obeyed and dared to look, your aquamarine eyes shining like precious stones. “The first night you saw me killed a man you told me I was pretty with blood all over my face. I could not fookin’ believe it,” He left his sentence hanging and pushed inside you, his thick cock stretching your walls. You moaned, throwing your head back and closing your eyes at the delightful mix of pain and pleasure.

“Arthur!” You whined, a louder lament escaping from your quivering lips, “I— I remember… ” You managed to answer between two sighs. Speaking became a real struggle as he worked you open, causing heat to pool in your abdomen and blood to rush to your pale cheeks. Arthur gave another thrust, and another, until your hips met and every last inch of his cock was buried deep inside you. Fire spread within his soul and yours when you finally made one — like you were meant to be. “Arthur!“ You repeated in a desperate cry, glistening love juice dripping from your pussy as he started with a quick pace from the get-go. You took a sudden deep breath and opened your eyes wide as if you had suddenly come back to life — because that was the kind of effect he had on you: he made you feel alive. With each push and pull of his cock, he fogged your mind and let you forget all the bad memories.

“F-Fuck!“ Sucking in a sharp breath, he shattered at the way you chanted his name. Head spinning, heart drumming, Arthur could not help but enjoy your beauty — How magnificent you were with your back arching and blissed out. “Well, I see you right now, and lemme tell you…” He panted, forced to make short pauses between his words to let out hoarse growls of pleasure, “You don’t look pretty,” He straightened back up to sit on the edge of the bed and wrapped your waist with his long arms while his hips kept fucking you in a rough pace. The corner of his lips curled in a fierce grin now that he could watch the emotions on your face from far closer, “You look divine with blood stains all over you and my dick deep inside that tight holy pussy of yours.” His words, carried by the gravel of his voice, chased away the sorrow and brought a smile to your swollen lips. As a reply, you kissed him with hunger. Dancing tongues left him breathless, “And now I’m gonna fuck away the pain and fill you with something else than sadness…” He whispered against your mouth before abandoning it only to lay a myriad of enamored kisses on your throat. The way his mustache tickled your skin only strengthened the coiling tension that had formed a knot in your stomach. “Tonight, I’m the one who saves you, angel.”

His thrusts grew faster and rougher as he spoke. To the point you were now bouncing on his lap, the sound of snapping flesh echoing in the whole bedroom alongside your erratic breath, his hoarse moans, and your enchanting cries of pleasure. You felt full and he did his best to keep you so. In fact, he barely pulled his hips back — rather wanting to remain as deep as he could in your oh-so tight pussy, “You’re a good girl, yes you are. The prettiest little murderous thing ever created eh. The fookin’ perfection …” He purred in your neck, and each of his praises made your very soul quiver. His pace soon became frenzied, for he could barely contain himself at the delightful feeling of your fragile walls pulsing all around his cock and the way you almost growled like an animal when he left small bites on your skin. Pleasure was escalating, rattling your bones so violently your nails dug into the freckled skin of his back. Little crimson drops of blood beaded from the kitten scratches your nails left in their wake. The pleasant pain caused him to give you one meaner thrust in response along with a snarl — Fuck, he liked it. His cock twitched inside you, feeling climax building. Clenching his jaws, Arthur reopened his eyes he had closed a few seconds, backed up a little bit from your neck, and stared at you. Yes, he wanted to watch you. His steel blue eyes burnt with a gleam of madness and blazing love, “You’re so fookin’ beautiful eh. Me little angel. Me future wife.” The spectacle of you bouncing on his lap, covered with a thin layer of sweat glistening on your porcelain skin, and your wild ivory mane all messed up was the most magnificent view he had ever seen. Arthur dived one last time inside of you, all the muscles of his body tensing, and he fell apart. He spilled himself in your pussy with a long raspy moan, his half-closed eyes staring at you during his whole orgasm.

“Please don’t stop, don’t stop!” You yelled.

“Such a hungry little angel, eh. Yell louder.” He teased, still high from his little death. His hips jerked, and he released another rope of thick cum, “Come for your Arthur.”

The sensation of his warm semen filling you was the end of you. Your pleasure finally reached its peak as well. Your thighs trembled on either side of Arthur as his hips slowly roll to accompany your climax. Almost blacking out because of the intensity of your orgasm, you let out one final scream and collapsed in his arms, your body limp. Arthur’s hands gently stroked your back. You hugged him tighter in reply, your breasts crushed against his chest, and stars still dancing behind your eyelids. Locked up in a tight embrace, you were both catching your breath and savoring this moment of pure tenderness. How long did you stay here, firmly gripping each other, sweaty and panting, as if your life depended on it? None of you could tell, for you had both lost the notion of time. After a while, Arthur’s back fell on the mattress again and he pulled you with him. You put your head on his chest, closed your eyes, and smiled.

“Feels better, love?” He inquired, concerned about your well-being. His long fingers grazed your back in a lovely caress. Despite you having both come, Arthur stayed deep inside you for he just loved the sensation of your two bodies making one in the most intimate way possible.

“Definitely… “ You sighed in relief, lulled by his presence under, around, and inside you.

“You know, “ He started, “Maybe you would feel even better if you talked to me about that troubled past of yours. We’ve been together for a while so you know I won’t judge, eh.”

You crossed your arms on his chest and raised your head a little to plunge your eyes into his, “Nosey little gangster.”

“Little? Fook me, yer the little one here.” He teased, one brow raised, “You tiny brat.”

You stuck your tongue out as a reply, which made him laugh. Yeah, you were definitely the brattiest angel God ever created.

“I’ll let you keep my shirt if ya tell me. Sounds like a deal, eh?”

“Deal. You’ve won.” You replied, "I like your shirt too much to say no," Truth be told, what motivated you was not really the shirt itself but the fact you were done bearing the weight of your past all alone. In addition, Arthur had always been completely sincere with you from the day you met. He had been true about his demons, his fear, his flaws. About everything. You definitely owed him the truth, “ Alright… I was living a happy little life in the French Alps when Hughes came.” Your smile vanished from your face at the simple mention of his name, as if you had bitten into a pill of cyanide, “He replaced the town’s priest for a few months. We thought it wouldn’t make much difference but we were wrong. No one saw it coming you know? His words were so smooth that almost everyone was hanging onto his sermons. He was the one who spread the rumors witches were hidden among us. And weeks after weeks, the whole town slipped into insanity. Superstition and fear drove them all to accuse friends, family, or neighbors of concerting with the Devil.” You paused and swallowed the lump in your throat.

Arthur gently slipped one of your ivory strands of hair behind your ear, listening to you carefully.

“Five men came into our home one night, and they assaulted my mom, my dad, and my little sister who was sleeping in their bed. It’s true my mom was a witch, but she used her power to heal the ill and the wounded. No one knew the extent of her abilities, they just believed she was a brilliant herbalist… I was in my own bedroom when it happened so the noise woke me up. I wanted to help them but what could a thirteen years old girl could do against all those strong men?” You bit your lip.

“Take your time, love.” Arthur’s fingers lose themselves in your hair in a tender sign of affection and support.

“I escaped by my bedroom’s windows and hid in a bush. They were looking for me, calling me awful names and… Laughing. Yeah, they laughed as if they were having a fucking hunting party, except I was the bloody prey.” You clenched your jaw and frowned, hatred burning in your sanctified eyes, “They took my family away. I followed them discreetly, in hopes of helping them to escape. But I couldn't.” Fighting against your tears, you buried your face in Arthur’s neck. His arms tightened around your frail body in response. He wanted you to know he was there, “They’ve hung my dad. And they sent many women including, my mom and my sister, to the pyre. She was eight. She was just a fucking kid, Arthur.”

“Bloody hell…” Words were at loss at such awful revelations. He hugged you tighter in a reflex, his instincts wanting to protect that poor frightened little girl who was still crying somewhere in your mind. The little girl who never had a chance to heal.

“I still hear her screams at night. So full of agony that it was hard to believe they came from a human being. Her screams haunt me, along with villagers' chants around the bonfires,"

"Their chants?"

"Burn witch, burn witch, burn." You whispered, shaking like a leaf.

“How did you manage to escape?” His gruff and comforting voice asked. You snuggled a bit more in his arms in response.

“I knew the woods by heart. I walked for days to the village that was at the foot of the mountains and knocked on the first door I saw. An old woman used to live there. She took care of me. But as I grew up, I could not heal from that terrifying night. My mind kept replaying the screams, the laughter, and the chants, to the point it almost drove me crazy. I had to do something to soothe the anger that was burning within. So I waited and waited until the time to avenge my family came. I tracked down the five men that broke into our house and took my family. I hunted them like animals for weeks, instilling fear in them, as they did when they were looking for me. And when they finally died, I left France and tried to build a new life here, in Birmingham. Regarding the rest of the story, I think you already know it. I fell for a gangster and here I am. In your arms.”

“Which is exactly where you belong” He corrected. One of Arthur's hand grabbed your chin and gently forced you to look at him, “I am so sorry, love. So fookin’ sorry. But don’t feel bad for the men you killed… They deserved it — just like Hughes and his colleague. An eye of an eye,” His lips kissed your head with indescribable sweetness, “I’ll never let anyone hurt you again eh. God forgive but I’ll make this city fucking bleed if someone dares to lay a finger upon you ever again,” His other hand stroke the curve of your hips, “I know no one will replace nor bring back your family. But… You have me,” He said awkwardly. As he did, he very lightly rolled his hips under you, causing you to sigh with pleasure for you had kept him warm and loved between your legs during the whole conversation. “You have me for-fucking-ever. And I’ll do my best to heal the pain and save you from your demons.”

You smiled at him, utterly touched by what he had just said. His promise was like a soothing balm on the gaping wound of your heart, “Am I not the one supposed to save you? ”

“We save each other, love.” He whispered, his lips collapsing with yours in a kiss filled with unspoken promises and undying love.

“I love you.” You mumbled between two eager kisses, barely finishing your sentence when Arthur’s lips captured yours again.

“Not as much as I do, love” He mumbled against the corner of your mouth, his mustache grazing your cheek when he did, because he refused to stop devouring your lips even for one second. The whisky taste of his tongue intoxicated you, making you so dizzy you did not understand how he flipped you on your back. Nor how you ended up gently pinned to the bed, the weight of his body on top of you. But it did not matter. All that mattered was the moment. The soft moans and sloppy kisses. The creaking bed and the endless sighs. You made love again— but this time it was more slow and sensual than earlier.

And late at night, when you finally fell asleep in his loving arms, you did not hear the screams anymore. Nor the evil laughter lurking in the shadows. Quite the contrary, you dozed off with a smile on your face and shooting stars filling your head, lulled by the soothing rhythm of Arthur’s heartbeat. His fire was the only one you would let consume you skin to bones.

He was the gasoline.

You were the match.

And if you both burnt,

The whole world would burn with you.

✞ gif by the talented @alicent-targaryen

✞ Any comment, review, reblog, or constructive criticism is welcome. Your reactions really motivate me and keep me alive, so please don't be shy. English is not my first language.

✞ Normally, each chapter of this series can be read as stand-alone but not this one. It's far more enjoyable if you have read at least the previous chapter.

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[gunsatthaphan]

Doreen! Firstly, hope u r doing well 😊💖 Secondly, whats ur thoughts on the LBC2 producers/writers deciding 2 completely ignore the fact TinCan even met in S1 & having them start from scratch again?! 😫 Apparently they announced it but I'm sure I would of rememberd sumthin that important. The trlr didnt hint at it either 🤷‍♀️ The fact that int-fans (who watched illegally on yt 😬) r more pissed about storyline being changed than having 2 wait an extra week 2 watch on Viki is hilarious tho 😅😂

-> The whole concept of restarting TinCan when everything else moved linearly is ridiculous to me. How do the people in charge of these shows come up with this nonsense? Just tell the story better if people were upset with the end of season 1. Isn't that why season 2 exists?!?!??!?! Sorry. LBC2 is just stretching the bounds of believability for me.

-> LBC2 is confusing me a bit. I get why Saint isn't there cos of all the drama but they had so much time to come up with a good story regardless and I feel so... let down? I don't think I'll keep going after ep 1 but I'm glad so many people are happy it's back.

-> This tincan reboot thingy... Either they didn't even feel like trying to salvage the storyline (more dramatic but still doable) or they're trying to induce a mass amnesia, both of which make me go mehhh. Still, I'll give it a go because I'm curious how they'll manage this mess. So far, the continuations (s2g, lbc2) seem a bit underwhelming to me (sadly). Let's just hope my engineer and tharntype don't disappoint.

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hellooo there all!!! 💕😙 I’m doing well, thank you, @randomfrigginwords!!! 🥺

okay SO I finally found the time to watch the full 1st ep and I have.. some thoughts lmao. I collected a few reactions so it doesn’t get too repetitive 🙈Also I’m trying to word this as well as I can and this is just my personal opinion so don’t come for me please. 

So I went into the ep the first time right after it came out, not knowing anything about the story or the timeline etc. and I just kind skipped through it bc I was curious and wanted to see what was going on lol. But just from the snippets I saw I got a little confused bc??? what up lol.  

After I read some first reactions by ppl who were pissed af about the timeline rearrangement etc. I was initially very disappointed bc I had waited so long for this and now it seems like they messed everything up??... So when I actually watched the episode for the first time just now I was obviously biased, thinking it was gonna be horrible. But in reality.....it wasn’t?? lol. 

Like,,,, tbh it was super weird seeing all of it again and getting back into the characters & stories after more than 2(!!!) years; but after I rewatched LBC1 a few days ago, I realized that regardless of the timeline etc., everything is just completely different?? And not just because of the TinCan situation but just like,,, the whole thing in general. Idk if I’ll be able to articulate this well enough but I tend to judge a lot of things based on the vibes I’m getting and the vibes this season compared to the last one were... something else lol; the characters all have changed a lot, especially Ae like hell I barely recognized him. They all seem much more mature which I’m guessing probably wasn’t intended. But!!! I like it!!! :)

Though with the different vibe I was getting during this ep, I honestly couldn't imagine a sequel as in “picking up where we left off”, set just a few weeks/months after ss1. That would’ve seemed even more off than it does now. At least to me. Maybe I’m the only one. idk. 

So the fact that the TinCan story is being retold from scratch basically makes it a reboot of ss1, just with a slightly different setting and more mature characters AND we get to see their story unfold again; maybe even into a different direction. Which?? I like?? a lot?? 🙈 like yes, it was a little confusing at first but after accepting the new concept for what it is, I really enjoyed it.

So yeah sorry if i’m rambling but I’m just thinking out loud. I understand where the critical voices are coming from though; We were all anticipating a sequel to ss1, but looking at it as a reboot/new edition-kinda situation, rather than a messed up continuation makes it better imo. So yeah. I guess it’s an unpopular opinion but. I like it ;) Let’s see how the season continues!  

Sorry this got so long...

xxx

[akane171]

...That description is both absolutely accurate for the movies if you did cut the romance and at the same time an absolutely beautiful an absolutely in-depth anyalsis why we love Obi-Wan and Anakin and Clone Wars is the best🙈😂🤣 Seriously, I feel like applauding you! *boisterous clapping* 

😂🤷🏻‍♀️ I'm judging to safe myself from your judging😉😂

Wait, WHAT? Do you mean a spin-off about Agatha??😱😱😍😍

Of course ghosts are invisible, where would be the fun in coming back as a ghost if can't be invisible and spooky? But nope, the Kangaroos are busy trying to figure out what LW is suing her subconscious for😁

Well, first off, I didn't treat him like that, the superfriends and universe did (which he did kinda get revenge for) and secondly, he's with his Kara so she can totally help him and show him all the love he deserves (and seriously give him all the hugs he needs), so he's definitely happier than the show's version of either of them and therefore the idea would be a fix-it (plus, present!Karamel gets a happy ever after and lots of kiddos, too😁)

...How is that my fault??😅 Now you're just blaming me for anything and everything?😰

It might make sense, but WHY would fans use THAT word when that usually implies something VERY different in the world of fanfiction?😅🙈 And well, objectively seen, at least in S2 she still seemed fine and they did have some things in common (like shitty parents) and were nearly married?😅🤷🏻‍♀️

Hahaha, I'm already currently reading it, you don't need to tell me to do it (Gosh. It's SO good and in-character 😍😍 And all the reused little lines from the show are placed so perfectly😍😍🙈)

How would you know?🤨

...Why did you have to point that out?🤦🏻‍♀️ I already thought it was kinda weird in that public space, but now it sounds really disgusting, too😅😅🙈

Eh, well, kinda, she said it was very awkward to film because they couldn't see each other at all so the director had to tell them what way to move etc😅 she said sth else about it, too, I think, but I can't remember what it was, it's been too long since I saw the video🤔

Hmm, maybe🤔 But a bunch of great friends, getting to fly, getting away from an abusive relationship and finding the love of your life make it sound like one of the best things to happen to Mel (And Chris too if you leave out the abusive relationship thing!)😁🙈

 It's just mean...😭🙈

Oh, sorry, "Illuminati" is a book by Dan Brown that takes place in the Vatican😅🙈 And ohh, that sounds uhhh..very religiously inclined?😅🙈😂

No promises, I'm the kind of idiot who will definitely get hurt jumping around😂🤷🏻‍♀️

🤣😂🤷🏻‍♀️

You, too! Hope you get to enjoy the weather😁

XXX

Thanks xD They were just complexed in many ways, much more than the romance bewteen Padme and Anakin - the only problem was that he was the Jedi and he couldn't have been in a romantic relationship (what is a big ass cliche and not played well in the movies). While Obi-Wan and Anakin, wow, so many conflicts, so many boiling points, so many *screw everything, I'm going to save him no matter what*, so many things they have learnt from each other, they way they started to appreciate themselves (Obi-Wan learning that Anakin was not only his duty after he promised given to Qui's, but really his brother, and Anakin that he was not a burden). But seriously, because of them being Jedi, so many things there was unspoken and not told directly what created problems, but still sooo goood and beautiful in a way. For me their relationship was the most important and significant one. Not romantic, but even deeper?

And what is funny, I'm not the biggest fan of Anakin, but when he is with Obi-Wan - pure gold.

You are judged anyway, by me and KANGAROOS.

Yeah, I think I saw some gossips that looked pretty confirmed? But was not too interested, so maybe check yourself xD

I think you and LW are more busy trying to figured out. The kangaroos, thay you didn't feed for WEEKS of your argument, ARE dead now, so as i said, you are murdered them all!

ReFail, let me tell you a spoiler... YOU ARE THE AUTHOR SO TEH CHARACTERS DO WHAT YOU WANT, SO STOP PUTTING THE BLAME ON THEM!!!! also, he is dead, that's it, DEAD. As much as having Kara there is wonderful, he needs therapy after what YOU HAVE DONE TO HIM, you monster =='

I guess?

I think people don't use lemon as a tag for sexual stuff in the fics? I haven't seen it for years. Maybe still on ff.net, but not on ao3.

Still, the fact he could have ended with that scorpion was ugh. Fuck you Rhea.

Yep, this fic is a masterpiece and i really hope it's going to be finished...

Ask LW, I have powers.

i like to ruin other people's days,. after i ruin mine. Hope tongues were not involved....

Imagine being naked and wet and probably cold and told how you need to move etc. in front of a dozen of people. Traumatizing xD

Agreed. And it shows how you really can't have it all and some assholes need to ruing the fun. But well, MW is successfully ruining smelties and tantrumcorpses day just for being in love, super happy, well and healthy, so ;)

Ooooooh, ok. i read only the da Vinci code and seen the other movie with... McGregor (lol).

...just be careful....

Have a nice day! :D

[jeongjaebae]

before i reply to anything... favorite song off the new cb ? hm, i feel like a lot of idols' personalities are mysterious.. most likely bc we dont know them irl lol.

kingdom in general ? while i dont like how the competition basically turned into a popularity contest, i just loved the interactions as im a fan/casual listener of all of the groups ! my favorite performances in kd would probably be o sole mio, blue moon and a few others ! what are your thoughts on kingdom ? but if im going to be honest, i think my specific oh moment was when i heard jacob's rap in kmiyc ! (but it was near when kd was airing) YOUR EX CRUSH LOOKS LIKE WHO ??? that person must be really good looking then.. gosh we would be here all day if i list groups i'm/used to be a fan of. but a short list would be skz, nct, & txt ! i listen to a lot of other groups too ! as for concepts, im into more of a darker concepts ! i'm not too knowledgable in the music genre so i dont know names and such, but i can list some songs i really like if you want !

and fake dating seems so much fun ! although i think i would be really flustered if someone gives me any type of affection LOL. tbh, ive always wanted to experience boy-next-door type of stuff ? but i also like to experience any type of magical realism ! and actually, i am ! although, i havent written anything in a while. @-@ at this point i just write for myself now lol. oh ! and when did you start listening to kpop ? who was the first artist you listened to? -🐿

NIGHTMARES!!!!!! 😍😍😍 wbu? omg if you like dark concepts does that mean you like this one too?!?! i can only trust younghoon and changmin who picked this as their fave LMAO

ooh i also really loved blue moon! but my fave has got to be ateez's wonderland perf 😍 it's my fave ateez song and they gave us a movie level performance!! and yeah i didn't like how kingdom became a popularity contest... i went to watch rtk right after kingdom ended and was surprised at how much better it was. group interactions, voting/judging fairness, and also just more creative stages in general?

omg kiss me if you can is SO GOOD!!! wait i gotta listen it again bc JACOB RAPS IN IT??? will have to pay attention more 😅 oooh i've also been into skz and nct at some point, not txt yet but their recent album was amazing!!! what's ur fave nct unit? are you excited for NOEASY?!?!?! the teasers are sounding very promising ✨ AND YAY we got another dark concept stan!!! 😍 i pretty much keep up with all the new releases so yeahh listen to a bit of everything too. but omg what's your personal soty / ur fave songs from this year?

ooh boy next door already sounds so sweet and magical realism would deffs be fun!! and yesss writing for yourself is always the best way to go 💓 i always tell myself that as long as i'm writing something my future self will enjoy reading, then there's no reason to need validation from anyone else. but anyway if you do ever decide to post anything LINK ME!!! omg i got into kpop in 2011............ so pretty much seen it all ahaha. the first group i stanned was bigbang but i've jumped around quite a bit over the years to btob, exo, bts, then was kinda lost until tbz haha. what about you? what was the song that got you into kpop? and omg are you gonna attend changmin and hyunjae's dance class LMAOOO i'm so tempted 😂

[strange-things-afo0t]

Those noises are tasty but no no no no not that noise ack I feel gross I’m gonna cry no

I rlly don’t wanna interrupt but I have a thing to say and if I don’t say it right now it’s gonna be gone

Ik I’m supposed to be making eye contact but I can’t focus on what they’re saying while looking at them maybe this one spot on their face *focuses on eye contact and doesn’t pick up any of what I’m being told*

*chews on sweatshirt cord* *chews on headphone cord* *chews on hair tie* *chews on nails*

I can’t do velvet ew

Omg I’m so stressed I have so much to get done today *lays on the floor for 5 hrs*

*does weird hand things bc it feels good* *cracks knuckles bc it feels good* *twists fingers around bc it feels good*

This is like the fifteenth time I’ve tried to write this post

Wait no why am I crying I’m not even nooo stop ugh now everyone feels bad for me I can’t stop go away

Literally everyone else at this funeral is crying it’s not that hard just cry you emotionless rock what’s wrong with you everyone’s judging you I physically can’t I’m really sad but it won’t let me

*doesn’t immediately reply to something* or *words something wrong* or *reads something too fast and misinterprets* or *makes simple mistake* they hate me they all hate me I’m done I’m stupid I have no friends I’m worthless i should just die ugh

I’m listening to this one song on repeat for hours it’s the only thing I want to hear I don’t care what I’m supposed to be doing

Shoot I haven’t eaten yet today

Shoot I accidentally had lunch twice

I’m bored and I’m not even hungry but I’m looking for something tasty to provide the happy chemicals but nothing in the fridge is tasty enough

All my mutuals are reblogging these long text posts and I know it’s probably important for me to read but I physically can’t

*gives anyone one tiny hint that I feel negative emotions* omg I’m oversharing again they hate me I hate me they think I’m annoying they’re right I’m faking I’m attention seeking I should just die

VOLUME CONTROL

Oop sounds like someone left the fan on downstairs/there’s a tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiny bit of light somewhere no sleep for you heheheeh

*accidentally sleeps all day*

*accidentally forget to sleep*

*puts on mask even tho it’s just me and my close family in the car to hide my weird mouth stims*

*friend points out my weird mouth stims* oh lol idk what that was 😅😅😅😅😅

“Yeah my mom died the other day” *laughs for some awful reason no I don’t think it’s funny my emotions are just broken I hate ah amdkjnxksqkldkrnvn*

I feel this way about this person but if I told them it would be off brand of me would they think I’m weird I really wanna tell them

*spends all morning running up and down the stairs and still forgets all the important things*

that hurts but like I like how it hurts im gonna keep doing it

*forgets literally everything* *remembers random birthdays of people I wasnt even friends with*

Texting is hard I don’t feel like explaining

must bounce it’s bouncing time bouncing is fun I don’t care what I’m shaking I can’t help it one knee both knees

shoot they asked the question not the question we can’t do that question anything but that nervous stims stress stims ouch my stomach butterflies ack what do I say what do I say yeah I’m ok I’m great it’s great

yeah anyways lol-

hey guys rb this with your list of personal Neurodivergent Things

doesn’t matter how obscure or strange they are

here are some of mine i can’t remember any more 

velvet is gross

sorry i can’t hear you over the hum of the refrigerator and my shirt tag being itchy and the cat licking her paw and the fact that that painting is crooked and the highway outside and my dad on the phone on the other side of the house and-

ZOOM GOTTA GO FAST

if i do not clean the entire house right now I Will Die

today i will be productive! *does nothing*

today i will be productive against my will!

*drinking coffee* naptime

do i remember? …… no

alrighty i will be hyperfixating on *spins wheel* victorian architecture for *rolls dice* four and a half months and *throws dart* will end up basing my entire personality around it *draws a card* before inevitably forgetting it exists

sleep is for the weak

*sleeps for a week*

i wonder what fire tastes like LICK A MATCH NO DON’T LICK A MATCH LICK A MOTHERFUCKING MATCH MMMM I BET FIRE IS TASTY DON’T FUCKING i’m gonna do it

*phone dies* better plug this in *gets distracted and forgets about a doctors appointment*

if i am within six feet of elbow pasta i will vomit

i promise i didn’t mean to leave you on read, i opened your message with the intention of replying but then immediately got distracted

*does one thing* oh gods i’m faking my adhd i’m a fraud-

[nerdyequestrian]

1. Navy and Hunter green

2. What happened to 2 🤣

3. Short sleeve all the way, too hot otherwise.

4. Tipperary, pos need a new one.

5. Well haven't used one yet #fail

6. Love a short coupled horse, mentally I like 'difficult' 'snowflake' horses love the big personalities.

7. I have 2 (sorry) Teddy O'Connor and Headley Britannia.

8. Lucinda Fredericks.

9. Well I'm a Pony Clubber and that's what we do traditionally, plus I used to think dressage was boring.

10. I think I was 5 or 6? It was a Pony Club eventing rally, consisted of poles on the ground. I was confused at the end by the short length and asked if I could go again 😂.

11. Normally while I'm waiting to go into the ring, I've ridden them for so long.

12. Most nervous for dressage I have a hard time staying focused. Least nervous for cross-country, my ponies are bred for it and I'm in my element.

13. Lazer focused.

14. Nope, we just chill, maybe take a trot circle.

15. ALL OF IT. I don't trust anyone to get my horse ready.

16. It really depends on the horse whether I ice, though for most I don't feel it's necessary.

17. No, rock hard pony feet here.

18. Sooo many, they're a requirement for Pony Club rallies.

19. Ummm good question, I don't 100% of the time. When I do something highly breathable that doesn't hold water like Dalmars or Majyk Equipe.

20. I really like them when they're fitted properly. Originally bought mine for a mare with facial nerve damage. Now I use it on my hard to fit ponies.

21. Neither, we go au naturel here.

22. Without.

23. Nice big roll tops and houses, horses judge them well imo.

24. Trakehners, watched my older sisters horse slip into one and took the whole thing down.

25. Not going in but once I get on course I tend to go some where else and wonder what happened when I finnish.

26. Definitely where my club holds our benefit event I've been riding there my whole life and it's 5min away.

27. Rebecca Farms in Montana 😍

28. I was 7 and my lovely pony stopped in front of a log to get a snack and I somer saulted down her neck and whomped my back on the log 🤕.

29. @ a schooling show competing NOVICE when the 17.2hh monster I'm riding decides he doesn't want to go away from the other horses so I give him a tap with my whip and he sends me to the ground and runs away. My trainer dragged him back broken reins and all, threw me back on and we finished the course clean.

30. Nope 🤗 doesn't mean it never will.

31. 5 I guess? Idk really.

32. Riding a green horse on a small track (plus it's funner).

33. Not really, other than no body tacks my horse up for me.

34. Ummmmm nah 😅

35. Miss this mare that jumped everything like it was the moon

36. 12yr old me kicking older me's ass 👇

37. Extra white shirt, extra white breeches, extra everything tbh.

38. None, all the ponies are barefooted.

39. Generally quicker routes, most of my mounts are short in stature and can make up time being handy.

40. My wish is to produce FEI ponies and have a team of awesome kids to compete them.

EVENTING ASKS!

I got bored and thought it would be fun. Feedback also encouraged. Feel free to reblog, but please don’t change the source or repost as your own. :)

1.What are your cross country colours? 3. Do you prefer to wear long or short sleeved shirts cross country? 4. What brand of back protector do you have? 5. Do you use the count up or cont down setting on your stop watch? 6. What attributes physical and/or mental do you look for in a potential event horse? 7. Favourite famous eventing horse? 8. Favourite famous eventing rider? 9. What made you decide to take up eventing? 10. Describe your first cross country round. 11. How long does it take you to learn a dressage test? 12. Which of the three phases do you get most nervous about? Which do you get the least? Why? 13. How do you feel right before you go in the start box? 14. Does your horse play up/get excited at the start box? 15. Are you fussy about any particular pieces of tack or riding attire? 16. At what level do you start icing your horses? 17. Do you poultice? If so do you prefer clay (i.e. TuffRock, Swell Down) or Epsom salts? 18. Ever done a trot up? 19. What brand of cross country boots do you use? 20. What are your thoughts on Mickelm bridles? 21. Do you prefer plaited tails or clipped tails? 22. Do you prefer to ride with or without gloves? 23. What your favourite kind of cross country fence? 24. Least favourite cross country fence? 25. Does Showjumping make you nervous? 26. Favourite venue/event to ride at? 27. Dream venue/event to ride at? 28. Describe your worst cross country fall. 29. Describe your silliest/unluckiest cross country fall. 30. Ever been eliminated in dressage? 31. How old were you when you started eventing? 32. What do you find less scary; riding an experienced horse around a big (edge of your comfort zone) track, or riding a very green horse around a smaller track? 33. Do you have any superstitions or lucky charms? 34. Share your favourite dressage photo 35. Share your favourite cross country photo 36. Share your favourite showjumping photo 37. List three items you think are essential to have in your float/truck for an event. 38. How many different types of studs are in your stud kit? 39. Do you tend to take long, easier options or the quicker, trickier ones on cross country? 40. What are your goals for the future?