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sapphos-ode · 10 months

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Little Cat?

Part 5

Larissa Weems part 4 | part 6 | ao3

Nevermore provided a generous living area for all staff, they were two rooms, a kitchenette living area and a separate ensuite bedroom. You had propped your bedroom door open with a pile of junk - you had been meaning to buy a door stop but had never got round to it. You preferred keeping it open, it made the space seem bigger and let in the natural daylight from your bedroom window. You’re cosied up on the couch watching Alice.

“Jesus Christ,” you mutter. Watching her pour a liberal amount of alcohol into a glass. Her drink was more of a vodka with a dash - a smidgeon - of coke than an actual vodka coke. “Two shots of vodka,” you mumble to yourself.

“Hey! I heard that, and it’s been a hell of a week,” she defends herself as she settles next to you. You have Mario Kart loaded up on a small tv screen, you had stolen your brother's old wii, you doubt he missed it. Given you had nicked it from him when you left for university. And that was six years ago.

“You might as well just drink straight from the bottle,” you side eye her before handing a remote over, “since you’ve suffered so much you can choose the races,”

“You know I’ll choose rainbow road,”

“You’re a shitebag,”

Larissa was standing outside your door hand raised ready to knock, debating if she should knock or not. She was overjoyed with your coffee date earlier in the week and once she’d realised that you weren’t seemingly against befriending her she had mustered up the confidence to drop by outside of work. She heard Miss. Hansen laughing through the door, you couldn’t mistake it because it was more of a crazed cackle than a laugh. A series of expletives and curses were heard which spurred on the cackling. Perhaps this wasn’t a good time.

A rather loud scream of anger from you startled the poor woman and her knuckles hit against the door as she jumped.

‘Fuck’

She could hear the silence descend on the other side of the door. Briefly the idea of putting her long legs to good use and bolting down the corridor passed through Larissa’s mind but before she could make a decision the door opened. And there you stood, looking severely pissed off, chest heaving as you took controlled breaths - Larissa prayed she never ended up on the receiving end. But she had to admit, it was very attractive… her eyes wandered down from your face past your very appealing collar bone to your chest - clearing her throat Larissa snapped her eyes back to yours just in time to see your livid face melt into the softest most tender gaze she’d ever seen. Her arm that was still raised twitched - wanting so desperately to reach forward and hold your face.

“Miss. Weems!” You sound surprised and seem a little out of breath. How odd.

“Miss. Karnstein, hello- ” she started, suddenly feeling self conscious, “I apologise for disturbing, I’ll come around another time,”

You open your mouth to insist she calls you by your first name but your words die on your tongue.

“Don’t be silly Principal Weems!” A voice from within your quarters calls out. Larissa looks past your shoulder - rather she looks over your head - to see Miss. Hansen leaning back on the sofa to peer through the doorway. “Please join us,”

“Oh no, I don’t want to intrude-”

“Hush, that’s nonsense, come in,” you waste no time taking her arm and guiding her in. Delighted to see no resistance from the tall woman.

“Well if you- if you insist,” Larissa seems to speak as if on autopilot. Maybe because she was, all her focus was on where you held her arm. Her face had taken on a red hue almost matching her lipstick.

“I am insisting,” you look up at her with a timid smile, making a mental note to thank Alice. “I hope you’re good at Mario Kart, because this one here plays dirty,” you shoot Alice a withering glare.

“Games are not my forte, but I do love a challenge,” Larissa takes in the room. It’s not that different from her own but she likes all the little knick knacks you have - making it uniquely yours. Her eyes drift to a small collection of photo albums sitting on a side console table.

“Alice seems to be a professional,” you mutter darkly, “take a seat, I’ll grab you a drink, Miss. Weems, rum and coke okay?” your tone more gentle as you addressed her.

“That would be lovely,” Larissa wasn’t a rum kinda gal, but it would seem that you were, so she wasn’t against trying it.

Larissa gingerly sat on the other end of the couch from Alice who had been setting up a third controller for her.

“Atikah’s hellbent that I’m cheating,” Alice leans over a little, whispering conspiratorially to Larissa, “I’m not, she’s just a sore loser,”

“Is she now?” Larissa drawls out. Amusement all over her face.

“You know I can hear you?” You pipe up from the kitchenette situated behind the sofa, approaching with a glass in hand. You pass it to Larissa before glancing at the seat left for you, bang smack in the middle.

You nimbly climb over the backrest and slide down - the settee isn’t small but it’s not spacious meaning it’s a snug fit for all three of you. You’re very much aware of how your legs press against your crush’s. You’re so close to her you can smell her perfume - a heavenly mix of spices and a tantalising hint of citrus. It also had an earthy undertone. It suited her. How you wished to be surrounded by that smell all the time, you wondered how it would feel to fall asleep in her arms with her smell filling your nose. What it would smell like with the faint musk of her sweat as she leaned over you in bed, panting and out of breath from fu-

“Atikah?” The voice is timid and a little unsure sounding.

You break out your daydream and look at Larissa. It takes a few seconds for you to register how your name sounds on her lips. When you do, you instantly love it and wish to always hear your name from her lips. To hell with the ‘Miss. Karnstein’ bullshit.

“Sorry, what was the question?” You begin to feel like one of your students now, being caught with your head in the clouds. Your face now a brilliant shade of red.

“We’re waiting for you,” she eyes you with a look of concern. You can hear Alice stifle a laugh with an obviously fake cough. Neither you nor Larissa pay her any mind. You look to the tv with the character selection screen.

“Who took Toad!?” Your voice was defensive and aggressive, your daydream quickly forgotten. For now.

“I did,” Larissa can’t help laugh a little, as much as she liked you. She wasn’t going to give up her little mushroom man.

“You can survive as another character, take Toadette,” Alice chirps up, earning her a withering glare as you pointedly choose Waluigi instead.

It was safe to say you were the worst person at Mario Kart, and both Alice and Larissa had no trouble leaving you in the dust. The first two races went horrifically for you, you had looked at Larissa’s screen by accident and started shit talking them as she got first place before you’d realise you had Waluigi repeatedly driving into a barrier or off of the racecourse entirely.

You had to concentrate hard on not cussing out either of them when you got lapped. Or when they’d hit you with whatever power up they had.

“The pair of you are conspiring against me!” You cry out as the leaderboard takes up the screen, Larissa was first, Alice second. And you and poor Waluigi sat at the bottom. Somehow even getting the bullet didn’t help stop you from coming in 12th place consistently.

“Need I remind you, it was yourself who wanted that last round, if I recall you claimed that you were just warming up the times before,” Alice pokes at you as you give her the finger, using your body as a shield so Larissa wouldn’t see and consequently chide you for your behaviour.

“It’s unbecoming to be a sore loser,” Larissa joins in. Head held high as she peers down at you from the side of her eyes. A smug smirk spread on her tempting cherry red lips.

“That’s rich coming from Miss ‘games are not my forte’,” you press into Larissa with your shoulder in a lighthearted manner. Wondering how close you could get to her.

“I have no clue what you’re on about,” Larissa feigns ignorance as she leans down towards you, her face close to yours.

With the proximity between you, you could study every crease and wrinkle on her face. The way her mascara sat in little clumps on her long lashes, which were naturally a light blonde - you could see from where they grow from her lash line, too close to her eye for the mascara wand to reach. Her eyes were truly gorgeous, a soft pale blue with flecks of more vibrant cerulean in them. Your eyes slipped down the strong bridge of her nose, down to her lips. You take note of a small scar on her upper lip, you want to know how she got it.

Alice was looking at the pair of you, both seemingly lost in some silent staring contest. The tension was palpable. The woman leaned back a little to look past your head to Larissa, her brows furrowed as she studied her boss’s expression which was laced with fondness and tenderness. Not how a boss would typically look at an employee…

‘Interesting,’

Alice had taken her leave, shortly after the last race, leaving just you and Principal Weems. You had expected her to retire to her own quarters not too long after Alice had but she stayed much to your delight.

In Larissa’s head she had reasoned that there was no reason she should exit with Alice, and she did want to talk with you - about what she did not know but she just wanted to hear you talk. Mario Kart was fun but Miss. Hansen was present and everyone was preoccupied by the game. It wasn’t the ideal set up to learn more about you.

“Another drink?” You spoke, breaking the pleasant silence that bridged itself between you. Larissa was still next to you, you hadn’t moved to give her more space when Alice had stood up, a little detail Larissa noticed and was pleased about. She liked the physical closeness. You were warm and too often Larissa ran cold. Sometimes she pondered if she was actually just a human sized and shaped lizard with how cold blooded she could be.

“Principal Weems?” You speak after receiving no reply.

“Larissa,” she breathes out.

“Larissa,” you correct yourself, savouring how her name sounds on your tongue. She was gazing so intently at you it makes you feel exposed. Not that you minded. Suddenly you wish you could read minds, desperate to know what she was thinking being those consuming blue eyes.

Upon hearing her first name from you, Larissa could feel herself fall that little bit farther for you. Her mind so lost in thoughts of you she still doesn’t answer your question.

“Larissa? Can I get you another drink?”

‘I don’t think I can handle another rum and coke,’

“Please, thank you,”

“That doesn’t sound that convincing,” you had caught on to the slightest hint of anguish in Larissa’s voice. To anyone else it would’ve been undetectable, but to you, who hung to every single word and sound she made, it was noticeable.

“What-?”

You let out a breathy laugh, shaking your head gently, “Rum’s not your vibe,” you state simply, “You seem like a wine kind of woman, red or rosé? I don’t have any white sorry,”

“Red please,” Larissa whispered a little sheepishly. She hoped she hadn’t offended you, a silly thought because she should know you wouldn’t be. You were ever so gracious and understanding to those around you.

“Coming right up,” you grab her glass and down the last two mouthfuls she hadn’t been able to stomach, a drop of it manages to get onto your lip and your tongue farts out to catch it. This action sparks something in Larissa’s lower abdomen and she takes a sharp inhale and looks away. Her face flushing for the millionth time that evening as her heart races. It’s an effort to keep her head out the gutter. You’re oblivious to Larissa’s predicament and just head to the kitchenette to fish out a semi-fancy bottle of Rioja and pour her a generous amount into a wine glass. You fix up another drink for yourself.

When you sit back on the couch you take up the exact same spot, perhaps you’re even closer to Larissa than you were before but you hope she doesn’t notice. You adore how you have to crane your neck to see her face even when seated. The lamps you have on around the room reflect off of her face highlighting the peach fuzz on her cheeks. Her skin looks so soft and you feel yourself leaning in - desperate to pepper her face in soft butterfly kisses.

Pale blue eyes are watching you curiously, she catches on to you leaning in and she lets her heart run amok with hope. He holds her breath, worried that even the slightest movement from her would scare you off - that train of thought doesn’t stop her chest from rising and falling rapidly.

You catch yourself and sit with your back ramrod straight. You clear your throat and cast your gaze anywhere but her.

“Here,” you hold her wine out to her almost like a peace offering.

You don’t see how Larissa’s face morphs into pained disappointment.

‘Of course she wouldn’t lean in to kiss you,’ she scolded herself mentally, taking the glass from you. Being conscious not to brush her fingers against yours accidentally. Much to your dismay.

You drink in silence for a moment before conversation starts to flow between you, and it’s not long until one glass of wine turns into two, then into three. You talk well into the night as Larissa regales her time as a student at Nevermore whilst you listen with rapt attention. The whole night you’re still sitting nestled to her side. Neither one of you addressing the closeness or taking any action about it.

#larissa weems #larissa weems x reader

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your-stranger-halfblood-things · 1 year

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Nicknames for Nico - by Will:

1. Ghosty

2. Bonez boi

3. Shadow boy

4. Dashing Deadman ("At least I'm dashing," Nico said)

5. "Your highness" "Prince Nicholas"

6. My Lord and Savior Nesus ("Jesus Christ."

"You mean Nesus Christ?" Will asked

7. Gay boy with a demon dog

8. Smiley ("but I don't smile..." "That's the point," Will said, ruffling his hair

9. Transportation/Taxi

10. Noodles (or any food starting with a N)

Nicknames for Will - By Nico:

1. Flashlight

2. Ray of Energy

3. Rainbow

4. Glitter

5. The death of me ("I can't tell if-" Will started but stopped when Nico sent him a heart using his hands)

6. The doctor

7. William son of Apollo

8. The midwife of CHB ("Dude, really?")

9. "Bro" "Man"

10. The wick to my flame ("Nico-" *Nico kisses him*)

#and there are tons more such as #significant annoyance #pj hoo toa #solangelo #nico di angelo #will solace

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ultcrackshipskirmish · 11 months

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once I read the beginning of a Jesus Christ x Rainbow Dash fanfic despite being in neither fandoms

hmmmmmm

send the link.

#notpartofthepoll #ultcrackship ask

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cheshire-draws-stuff-archive · 2 years

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why are the crackest of crack ships always nsfw. can’t i see some ship art of jesus christ and rainbow dash where they just kiss

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doublebassawareness · 2 months

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My Opinions on every Mario Kart

Screaming into the void.

Haven't played all of them though

Super Mariokart: A good solid beginning. Music slaps, and due to it's 2D nature, the retro tracks from the game have a lot of potential to be remade in cool ways, like they did for SNES Bowser Castle 3

Mariokart 64: A good beginning for the first foray into 3D, but Jesus Christ it did not age well. To many of it's retro tracks are just a bit boring if they just do a simple port of it (cough Kalamari Desert in MK7). They need to start spicing it up with new twists like they have been for GBA and SNES tracks. Also no drifting (one of my favorite mechanics), the graphics suck, and I don't like the music

Mariokart Super Circuit: Feels like we're taking a step back instead of a step forward, going back to 2D. Should've been their second game, but it's okay. Basically the same thing for Super Mariokart, except now it looks prettier.

Mariokart Double Dash: I know a lot of people like it, and I understand why, but it never really stuck out for me honestly. Like, I think it's good, and at least now I can look at it (Unlike Mariokart 64), but I don't really know much about it

Any of the Mariokart Arcade Games: Eh. Irrelevant. They're okay I guess.

Mariokart DS: My spirit animal. I think the music is really good, they popped off with their nitro track design and themes (Tick Tock Clock). Generally is good honestly, but I wished tricking was introduced here. So many ramps but you can't even trick on them, it feels weird.

Mariokart Wii: Alright, it's good. The nitro track design is good, and the music slaps. If they balanced the game more it could've been even better though. Also, I fucking hate the Wii Wheel, and that was the only thing I've played it with. Shout out for it's originality though, adding bikes and halfpipes, definately makes things more interesting

Mariokart 7: My baby. I grew up with this game, you know? I think it doesn't get enough credit. The music is good, the track design for the nitros are good (Rainbow Road, Music Park, and Maka Wuhu forever live in my heart). The retros look actually good and a part of a game (unlike Wii's retros), and it added gliding and swimming. It could've tried to stand out more, having to be compared to Wii, but I think if it came before Wii, people would've liked it more.

Mariokart 8: It's alright, I guess. It definately tried to be a bit more original, I guess, but gameplay wise, I feel like it's just like you put Wii and 7 and smushed it together and gave it better graphics. Like, I don't think that anti-gravity was that game changing compared to swimming and definately gliding,but it certaintly is cool. Also, for having so many retro tracks, you would think that they would try to make them look good? But no, I guess. Also, while the Nitro Music is fine, and I love the direction they're taking it, the Retro music remixes suck ass for some of them. I feel like it's trying too hard to update and change the originals, even for those who don't really need changing.

Mariokart Tour: I don't even need to play this game to know that the controls suck ASS. Like, I can't imagine playing well with my phone (but I'm sure it's better than the Wii Wheel though). It introduced a lot of stuff, maybe too much stuff. I like how they kept things fresh, but I don't like how all of the MK8 booster passes were basically direct ports from this.

Mariokart Home Circuit: Cool idea, honestly. If I had this as a kid I would've loved it. Unfortunately, I don't think I would prefer this over regular Mariokart.

#mario kart

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proxylynn · 11 months

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you ever read something and just no…, why?

[I haven't read it but I know it's out there. There's a fic somewhere on Ao3...Jesus Christ/Rainbow Dash. I don't think it's a ship fic but still, it's not a good thing to make a fic with the J-man in it.]

#ask op

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sk3tch404 · 2 years

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Hoooh boy you're definitely not gonna be prepared for what Nonny and the Schneidermann's are wearing then, because Jesus Christ me and my friend truly went "the only people who would love you are the ones with more or equally atrocious fashion styles" with that one out of the way, let's start tame with Y/N because I forgot a key characteristic of hers :)

-Nothing much to say about Y/N, Beige stop that reveals her midriff and light blue shorts, BIG RED CLOWNSHOES WITH HEELS, also the thing I forgot was that she literally does not have a face and has to manually apply waterproof makeup so that she looks like a normal person everyday. The game starts off with her make up routine actually lmao I think it wasn't much of a problem for her, because most of her face was hidden thanks to her bangs anyway, but she still enjoys doing it

-Here comes our favourite Hackerman meow meow, so like, his outfits that I described before? Still pretty accurate, Mans got Black hoodie, though I think he has grey sweatpants instead of black pants, oh and also he's got BIG PINK BALLERINA SHOES WHOSE STRAPS GO O N T O P OF HIS SWEATPANTS AND END AT HIS LOWER THIGHS O_O I didn't describe them last time, partly because I totally forgot he had them until I saw his traditional character sheet and partly because I didn't see them in the game, since his sprite cuts off right above where the shoe straps end. So yeah, do with that information what you will. Also he had a straight up Lenny face at first, no eyecolor, just ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). Also also he wasn't 7 feet 8, he was 9' 2" O_O .

Extra quotes we wrote on his sheet: "giiirl, get back inda BASEMENT" "Are u lost, babeygrill?" "He's got NO lips!" "He's never gonna get a kiss kiss very UGLY!" "No kiss for him"

-J. Schneidermann (because writing his full name would clutter this already long ask oof) so, pink cap with a heart on it uwu. Straight up rainbow dash hair, except short, no face because he anime blushed too hard (he actually has one, unlike Y/N but we just didn't draw it) a long sleeved shirt that's various shades of blue and INTENSE shoulder spike (not horizontally, they go vertically up to his ears) green saggy ass pants that approximately reach his ankles and have GUTSCHI written on it (makes him look like a fucked up hamster ngl) lots of chains on his wrists and pants, ears are pierced, and the most notable detail, he has mismatched shoes that he shares with his cousin, one red high heel and one... black boot or black sneaker I can't tell. He's also smoking a red vape in the pic and has a gold chocker

-B. Schneidermann, black fluffy hair that apparently also covering his face because we didn't draw him one either (rip Schneidermann face enjoyers) mirroring his cousins general outfit, except we can actually see the divide between his legs with the red loose pants he's wearing, rainbow long sleeved shirt, I think he was also supposed to have the ridiculous shoulder spikes but they look more like a high collared cape that's reaaaaaaaally short instead, 1 gold bracelet on each of his wrists and smoking a golden vape too, wears the other part of the mismatched shoe pair. He's also holding a banana and a hotdog (I think it's a hotdog at least) also wears a silver choker

Btw if you're wondering what the hell is up with the Schneidermann shoes, it's inspired by another thing we had to do in German period, be basically got a story from a newspaper that we had to retell in another way, the story we got was "Asian man steals peoples left shoes" like, specifically only the left one, which reminds me that Kim Hojungseo would be shoe thief considering that we drew a shit ton of shoes on his sheet lmao.

Extra writing on Hojungseo's sheet: "I only listen to REAL music!" "Save the fucking turtles b-baka! ùwú" "how can mirrors be real, when our eyes aren't?" "Crying on the inside"

I think I'll probably yassify part of their designs, not too much tho, oughta stay true to their OG vibe after all 😔✊ also this felt like a My Immortal chapter with these lengthy character descriptions, still kinda feel that I don't do em justice, they rlly are the kinda character designs that you simply need to ✨experience✨for yourself to truly understand. Also sorry for clogging up your asks you can tell me when to stop just sayin :,)

-Ren'py anon

Wow.

What an

Experience.

I do need these game files ASAP.

Why are the swedish cousins ESPECIALLY ugly 😭😭😭 a golden vape too??? Bro is living the life. WHY DID YOU GIVE THE WORST AND BEST CHARACTER THE HYPEBEAST AESTHETIC??? HELP

I HONESTLY DONT KNOW WHICH IS WHICH ANYMORE

YOU AND UR FRIENDS GAVE NONE OF THESE CHARACTERS A CHANCE TO BREATHE. YALL REALLY WENT, "Let's give them as much as icks as we can."

The genderfluid aroace urge to accept stoner swedish cousin and hacker nonny for who and whatever the hell they are is strong,

but I have standards I must stick to 💔

The pants on Stoner swedish cousin are questionable to say the least, but hey, at least the got them chains 😎 although his hair is a 🚫off

Hair is a BIG PART of attraction for me so 💀

In another world, he would've looked like that blonde boy from 6teen that was voiced by Chris Mcleans VA

Hacker nonny. Hacker NONNYYYYYYYY MY BOY

At this point, there is only friendship, listening to his funky ass one liners yall wrote, going to his bad private home ballet practices and kicking the back of his knees. Being over 6'8 is an ICKKKKKKKK

I'm 5'5 so, baby this ain't gon work </3

Y/n is awesome. I love how their hair conceals so much of their face, but they just do paint it on anyway. Taking no eyes Y/n to the next level I see 😎

Tbh Y/n and stoner swedish cousin are the only love interests to me now. Y/n should be able to say, "Yeah, humans are fucking FREAKS. I'm the hottest one here tbh." AND GO ON WITH THEIR DAY AS PER USUAL.

Y/n gotta go shoe shopping b4 hand bc WOOOO BOY those clowns shoes ain't it.

Koreaboo bf cousin can go fuck himself bc I hate how he's affiliated with 'Kim hojeongso' or whatever the fuck his name was.

And its okay renpy anon! Send in whenever you'd like! Even though it takes a little while to read through everything and try to include most of everything, I dont mind it all that much!

Thank you for being even comfortable enough to talk about your personal creation with me like this! I enjoy everything you have brought to the table and I'm excited if you have more. Thanks so much Renpy nonnie <33 ilysm

#renpy anon game #yandere #hacker nonny #stoner swedish cousin #kim hojeongso #more like kim kyle jackson #OMGGGGGG I FUCKING HATE HIM #IM GONNA NEED A PUNCH OPTION BC I CANT STAND HIM #THAT GOES FOR HIS SWEDISH BF TOO #stoner cousin and stay <3 #Y/n is a baddie ngl #slay queen #😍😍😍#DONT LET THESE WEIRD ASS HUMANS PULL U DOWN BITCH #YOU A REAL MF!!!

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ao3-crack · 2 years

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#ao3 quotes #archive of our own #ao3 stuff #archive of our own quotes #fanfic #fanfic quotes #funny #ao3 #ao3 tags #Jesus Christ/rainbow dash #why

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catgirlkirigiri · 3 years

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Gay is stored in the rainbow horse <3 forgot to write it on the reference but bolt’s bigger feathers are rainbow on the inside and there’s only six of them but they’re. Big. To make it work

I almost made her a dragon pony mix so here’s that too I guess

#jesus christ there are so many colors on this horse #zoracontent #zora arts #my little pony #mlp #mlp:fim #rainbow dash #mlp redesign #oh god oh gosh what’s my rewrite tag gonna be #clovers little pony #yeah that works

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sapphoscorner · 4 years

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I'm glad that people here gets that Soarin and Rainbow Dash are dumbasses, BECAUSE EVERY TIME I GO ON INSTAGRAM I ALWAYS SEE PEOPLE MAKING RAINBOW SAY SOME STUPID SAPPY STUFF AND THAT ITS SO NOT RAINBOW DASH

#mlp #choco talks #rainbow dash #soarin #soarindash #LIKE JESUS CHRIST THEY TREAT HER LIKE SHES WOULD CHANGE HER PERSONALITY AROUND SOARIN #AND I F U C K I N G HATE IT

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dear-ao3 · 2 years

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saw this in a jesus christ/rainbow dash fanfiction

#ao3 #ao3 tags #ao3 funny #thank you for submitting !!#submission

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conarcoin · 2 years

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MLP episodes that try to talk about serious real-life topics, which ones succeed, and which ones fail

Note - I haven’t watched season nine.

The Good

Griffon the Brush-Off: I don’t like a lot of bully-centric episodes in cartoons. This one has a good message. If people are being shitty to your friends, tell them to fuck off.

Bridle Gossip: Not perfect, but definitely the best of the series’ attempts at making an episode about racism. Zecora becomes a recurring character, which is nice. Love her.

Lesson Zero: Cartoonish but actually pretty good representation of OCD with Twilight part one. Episode ends with Celestia listening to Twilight’s problems and making accommodations for her which is great.

It’s About Time: Cartoonish but actually pretty good representation of OCD with Twilight part two.

It Ain’t Easy Being Breezies: This episode was the episode that turned Fluttershy into a near-perfect character. Super good message about how sometimes the best thing you can do for someone may not be the easiest or nicest.

Maud Pie: Pinkie’s autistic-coded sister visits Ponyville and Pinkie excitedly introduces her to her friends, who have a bit of trouble becoming friends with her because they don’t have anything in common with her. Episode ends with them realizing what they have in common with Maud is their love for Pinkie and ultimately accept Maud the way she is.

Testing, Testing, 1, 2, 3: Rainbow Dash struggles with studying and her friends try to help her succeed in her own way. Pretty good representation of ADHD.

Tanks for the Memories: Pretty good episode that can be used to teach kids about dealing with loss, although Tank is fine, just hibernating.

All Bottled Up: Don’t like Starlight, but this is a perfectly fine episode about how bottling up your emotions is unhealthy.

The Maud Couple: This is basically the same lesson as Maud Pie except Pinkie does an ableism this time instead. Good lesson for the same reason but I have no idea why they would choose Pinkie for this. Or tell this lesson a second time.

Surf and/or Turf: Wonderful episode that can be seen as a metaphor for many topics, and I’ve seen it interpreted brilliantly in various ways including being about children with divorced parents, children of mixed heritage, and genderfluidity. Just a good episode that can be applied brilliantly to a number of important topics, and I like seeing that it’s so well-beloved by a number of people for very different reasons.

Molt Down: It’s not for me, but I can see this episode being really helpful for kids going through puberty.

The Bad

Over a Barrel: Oh boy, a native american themed episode. It sure would suck if the native stand-ins were portrayed as aggressive and unwilling to compromise and the lesson was “we should all get along guys 🙂”. Buffalo are also never mentioned again lmao.

The Cutie Map: I literally don’t fucking understand what the metaphor is here and half the fandom thinks this episode is about communism for some insane reason so obviously they didn’t get their point across clearly enough.

Do Princesses Dream of Magic Sheep?: Had a lot written but it made me mad so instead I’m just going to say: Why the fuck would you put a magical self-harm allegory in your cartoon for elementary school children, have it “solved” by the end of the episode, and then never again discuss it?

Newbie Dash: How the fuck are you gonna do bullying right in S1 and then write this garbage? Fuck off.

The Times They Are a Changeling: WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU WRITE A RACISM EPISODE WITH YOUR POC STAND-IN BEING A SPECIES WHO’S ONLY OTHER APPEARANCE WAS THEM LITERALLY TRYING TO TAKE OVER EQUESTRIA???? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MINDS?

Parental Glideance / The Parent Map: PLEASE for the love of GOD stop writing episodes where a grown adult is portrayed as being in the wrong for being mad at their parents being fucking weird. Jesus fucking christ?

A Rockhoof and a Hard Place: Holy fucking shit they did a fucking magical suicide allegory for the love of god please help me. What the actual fucking hell? Oh my fucking god you guys cannot keep doing this shit

#trav post 🐾

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atths--twice · 2 years

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Valentine’s Day, 2022

It’s Valentine’s Day! Faith has taken an interest in the day and she is excited to share the cards she has made for everyone she loves.

Part 43 of the Family Series.

So much fluff... be prepared. ❤

February 14, 2022

“You have them all?”

“Yup!”

“Are you sure? Let’s check one more time,” Scully said, knowing if anything was left behind, there would be tears.

Faith opened her new heart shaped backpack and took out the treasured cards within, laying them all on the couch.

“This one for Unco. This one for Raycho. And these for the babies. I made blue hearts for Jacob. He likes blue. Liz Beth has purple and pink. I like those colors. No, she likes those colors. Liz Beth does.”

“You can both like them, honey,” Scully said with a smile, looking at the valentines card Faith had made over the weekend.

Hearing about Valentine’s Day being a day of love for those they cared about, Faith had said she wanted to make some for Rachel, Skinner, and the twins.

Taking out paper, stickers, glue, glitter, crayons, and colored pencils, she had sat down at the dining room table and began to create her cards. She had been so excited, making pictures and asking how to write what she wanted to say.

Scully had written the words down, Faith attempting to copy them, but crying when she had gotten it wrong. Mulder had held her, showing her it was easy to fix and to try again. Taking her paper, Scully had created dashes of lines, showing Faith how to trace over them to make the words more readable.

Perking up, Faith had traced the dashes with a pencil and then traced over it with a pen when it was done to her satisfaction. She drew rainbows, flowers, happy faces, and hearts.

Another meltdown had occurred when hers were not as nicely done as Scully’s. Once again, Scully had drawn dashes for Faith to connect and she had stopped crying as she traced the hearts.

A small stack of valentines had taken up residence on the table, all the craft supplies moved over and out of the way for meals.

Faith made some for not only the Skinner household, but Violet and Denis as well, Grey, Bella, the fish, and Mulder and Scully, of course. She would make them, then come back and add new things, always happy with how it turned out.

They had looked at them at night, smiling and laughing at her cute drawings.

“Such a sweet little thing,” Mulder had said, looking at her drawing of Grey, a heart floating over head. “I love that she wants to include everyone and everything.”

“Well, you told her everyone she cares about.”

“True,” he had said, laying the card down and smiling at Scully. “She’s so thoughtful. I love that about her.”

“Me too.”

After a Valentine’s breakfast of heart shaped pancakes, pink scrambled eggs, and some sausage, she had gotten down and picked up her stack of cards.

“For you, Mama. And Daddy.” She had handed them to each of them, waiting to see how they liked them.

“Look at this beautiful drawing,” Mulder had said, shaking his head. “I love it so much.”

“Thank you, Daddy. You like your card, Mama?”

“I love it,” Scully had said, looking at the happy face with stick arms and legs. “It’s the most beautiful drawing I’ve ever seen.”

“Yes. It’s pretty.” Faith had smiled and then walked over to Bella who was lying on her bed. “Bella here. It’s your valentine card. I made it for you. See? It’s a rainbow, a heart, and you. That’s you right there.” She pointed to something and Scully smiled as she watched her.

Grey had been next, looking at Faith with sleepy eyes as Faith laid the card on her cat stand. Grey had sniffed at it and then pushed into Faith’s hand for some pets.

“She say thank you to me. She likes her card.”

“She does,” Mulder had replied, glancing at Scully with a smile. “Jesus Christ, she is too adorable.” Scully had laughed and nodded, squeezing his hand gently.

Upstairs they had all gone to give the fish their card, Mulder running back downstairs to get some tape to stick it to the outside of the tank. Faith had explained the pictures, drawings, and stickers to them, watching them swim around.

Downstairs again, they had given Faith her gift: a heart shaped backpack inside of which had been a new pink dress with red hearts, a pink squishy stuffed heart, and two heart shaped lollipops. She had smiled, putting the dress on right away and eating a lollipop as they walked over to Violet and Denis’s house to drop off their cards.

They were out of town, but having been told they would be receiving cards, a treat had been left in their mailbox. Cookies for all of them and a stuffed rainbow cat with pink hearts for Faith. She had hugged it as she waved goodbye to Jafadine, the large lifelike giraffe that stood in the yard.

Now, they were on their way to Skinner and Rachel’s, both to visit and give them a chance to go out for a couple of hours on their own, the twins left in the capable hands of Mulder, Scully, and Faith.

“Okay, it looks like you have everything. Did you want to bring your new kitty?” Mulder asked and she nodded, starting to put it into her backpack. “Hey, I can carry it so you can put your cards back. How does that sound?”

“Okay, Daddy. Thank you.” She handed him the kitty and he smiled, glancing over at Scully as Faith began to put the cards back inside.

“Everyone ready?” They both nodded and she smiled. “Then let’s get going.”

Bella was left inside, knowing they would be home later that evening, and they got in the car, checking once more that everything was present and accounted for.

When Rachel opened the door, Jacob in her arms, she smiled at them and exclaimed over Faith’s dress. She grinned and twirled around, showing her how it billowed around her.

“That means it’s a really good dress,” Rachel said, handing Jacob to Scully who had been reaching for him as soon as the door was opened.

“Hello sweet little man, look at your cute outfit.” She laughed softly as she looked at the white onesie covered in kisses and read “Mom’s Valentine.”

“Hey there, little girl,” Skinner said, walking in from the kitchen with Elizabeth, wearing a red onesie with a ruffled skirt, in his arms.

“Hi, Unco! It’s Valentine’s Day. See my dress?” She spun around again and he whistled.

“That was some good spinning. And look at all those hearts. You’re like a walking valentine.” He squatted down to put Elizabeth on the playmat and grabbed Faith in his arms, growling as he pretended to eat her belly. She squealed and laughed, hugging him tightly.

As they all sat down in the living room, Scully on the floor near the babies, Faith took out their cards and passed them out.

“For you, Raycho. It’s butterflies. You like butterflies, Raycho. And rainbows.”

“I do like butterflies,” she said, stroking Faith’s face. “Thank you sweet Faithy.”

“You welcome.” She smiled and walked over to Skinner. “This for you, Unco. Hearts and happy faces. You make me happy, Unco. You make me laugh.”

He grabbed her again and pulled her onto his lap, shaking his head as he squeezed her, making her laugh, just as she said he did. He set her down and she smiled as she walked over to the babies.

“Jesus,” he muttered under his breath, scrubbing at his mouth and wiping his eyes. “That girl…”

“Don’t I know it?” Mulder said with a sniff. Rachel and Scully laughed, each of them wiping their eyes.

“Jacob, this is for you. It has blue hearts. You like it, Jacob? You like blue?” She stared at him and he squealed with a smile, waving his hands and kicking his legs. “He likes it, Mama.”

“He does,” Scully agreed.

“And this is for you, Liz Beth. Purple and pink. You like it. And I like it. Two of us like it. Pretty purple, huh? I like it.” Elizabeth grinned at her, squeezing her hands together as Faith smiled. “She likes it too, Mama.”

“Yes, she does.”

“Why don’t you put them on the table, Faithy?” Rachel said, pointing to the dining room table, Skinner rising and walking to Rachel’s office.

Faith did as she was told and when she turned around she gasped. Skinner was holding a pink gift bag with two shiny heart balloons attached.

“For me?” she asked, walking over to him.

“For you,” he said and held it out to her, but she did not take it, instead she pulled the balloon string, bringing it closer to herself.

“The balloons are so pretty. I like them.”

“Look in the bag, there’s more.” She grinned and he held it open for her.

She laughed as she took out and put on a pair of pink heart shaped sunglasses. A pink heart shaped bobble head headband was next and she shook her head, laughing as they bounced around. Two packs of fruit snacks and a red squishy heart were last.

She smiled at them all and they smiled back as she held her heart and spun in her dress, the bobble hearts shaking back and forth, and the light catching on her heart shaped sunglasses.

#The X-Files #XF Fanfiction #Family Life: The Story Beyond the Series #Valentine's Day #Valentine's Fluff #Fluff #Domestic Fluff #Sweet #Happy #Love #Sharing #Gift Giving #Friendship

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Love Me A Little Less: Chapter 10 - Pudding & Champagne

LOVE ME A LITTLE LESS CHAPTER MASTERLIST

Member: (3rd person pov) arranged marriage au with Lee Juyeon

Genre: angsty wangsty

Taglist: @hyunjaethereal @sunwoowuvbot @suzy-rainbow @miingxuxi

“What would it have been like, had she been the one in Kim Jang Won’s shoes instead?”

“What was that about?” Jang Won’s look of disapproval is the strongest on her face now than he has ever seen on her. “The Hell’s wrong with you? Have you not been to a check-up before? Were you mad you couldn’t go in with me? What?”

“We... can get you to another hospital for your check-ups, how’s that? I can recommend you my family doctor and he’s one of the best in the city-”

“What? Is that what it is? You’re upset because I’m not seeing ‘one of the best doctors’ in the city?”

Juyeon refuses to respond, her wrist in his grip as she’s trying to wriggle her way out. “Juyeon!”

“Please, just shut up, and trust me, will you?”

“Trust you? You don’t even want to tell me what the Hell’s going on!”

Upon reaching the car, Juyeon finally releases her, leaving a bright peach-pink mark on her wrists where he held her too tightly. He pulls open the passenger’s door, but she violently slams it back shut, palm reaching out and pressing into the line where the top of the door connects to the roof of the car.

“We’re not going anywhere until you tell me what that was.”

“Jesus Christ, will you just trust me for this once? This has nothing to do with HERA & ARTEMIS or your family! This is for your own health and I... I have my own reasons, okay?” Juyeon huffs, running his hands through his hair and ruining the efforts of Younghoon’s hairstylist from the morning. “Not everything is about money, or your reputation, or The Board, okay? I just have a bad feeling about... this.”

Jang Won reels backwards, frown deepening and her lips pursed into a tight, thin, suspicious line.

He inhales a sharp breath, turning around on his feet and paces up and down in the next lot. He sucks in his lips between his teeth with his hands on the back of his neck. Silently; harshly, begging his intelligence to cook up some stupid, believable reason before she drives a knife into his back for being unreasonable.

“Okay,” Whirling around, he lifts a single finger and approaches her slowly. “So don’t change hospitals. But every time you go for your check-up, you tell me. If she prescribes you medication, I see it, okay?”

Her pupils are shaking, now that he’s closer and he’s got his palms on her shoulders. Her lips part, wishing to hurl a string of vulgarities at him for even thinking he can dictate her life.

But then he opens his arms and wraps them around her, her frown fading and shock replacing her anger instead. His breath is heavy into the hair that fell onto her back, and she can feel his chest rising against her shoulders.

“What the- Juyeon...”

“Please, just promise me this one thing,” The layer of wetness coat his eyes, and he keeps his mouth open to regulate his breathing. “Please.”

There’s a growing, uneasy nausea in her stomach when she struggles to process his words. It’s in her instincts to pull away, probably send a palm into one of his cheeks for thinking that he has the autonomy and power to decide what she gets to do and what she doesn’t, but she can’t. Almost ashamed, she finds herself buying his plea.

Is this what genuine care and concern sounds like?

He pulls away, the heat of the carpark air rushing between their bodies. He’s searching her face for any sign of relent, any sign of resignation, and she finds desperation in his. The questions in her head can’t even begin to formulate, because there’s absolutely no reason for Juyeon to be so bothered by her health, and yet he’s got no agenda to be suspicious about.

He’d be the richer, more powerful one of the two in just about a month’s time.

“Jang Won.”

“Okay!” Shutting her eyes and raising her hands, she trembles as she agrees. “Okay. I’ll bring you along whenever I come for a check-up.”

Relief washes over him, and she can see his lungs deflate, like he was holding his breath waiting for her response. She looks away, unable to maintain any form of eye contact with him after experiencing what seems to be like cared for. It’s disgustingly alien, and it kind of wants to make her cry too.

It’s like finding your favourite toy stashed away in some obscure cabinet after 20 years.

Juyeon rests his palms on her shoulders again, then gradually pulls her in once more, this time gentler; less aggressive. A protest rises in her throat, but is interrupted by the form of his palm stroking the hair on the back of her head.

Yoo Hye In is twirling the stray bit of fringe hanging from her face, Jang Won’s folder in her left hand, stuck between her torso and her right elbow. It was a pity she had missed most of the conversation between her patient and her husband, but nonetheless, the sight of them intrigues her.

What would it have been like, had she been the one in Kim Jang Won’s shoes instead?

The Porsche starts up with a melancholic atmosphere - not a single word exchanged between the two when they part and he opens the door for her. Already, she can tell that Juyeon is harboring a parasite, one that he will grow to hate and despise. His heart is opening up to her, a piece of stone-cold, less-than-human brat who has no clue how lucky she was to be born into the family that shouldn’t even have existed. The warmth for Kim Jang Won was beginning to brew in the depths of Juyeon’s gut, against his wishes, against his needs, against his wants.

He must have a world of problems to worry about, and now, to throw Kim Jang Won into the floor plan?

Yoo Hye In fails to contain the slight smirk that arises on her lips when the car drives off with Juyeon at the wheel. Pushing herself off the wall of the lift lobby, she turns, heading back into the lift.

Younghoon was busy sieving through the racks and racks and racks of clothes in the second master bedroom when he hears his little sister’s heels clack and echo along the corridor.

“Ms Kim, your brother is here.”

“Huh?”

“Surprise!” Younghoon sticks his head out of the second master, eyeing the couple entering the hallway and the butler chasing after them from the stairs.

“What are you doing with my honeymoon closet?” She hurriedly steps over, heels clacking noisily as she rushes to greet him with a slap on his arm.

“Tea will be ready in 15, Mr Lee,” Mr Ro bows from the stairs, not bothering to make it to the second floor. Juyeon nods, turning to listen to the muffled bickering emitting from the second master.

“This is alot of clothes for a cool climate. It’s not gonna snow, is it?” Younghoon dumps himself in one of the sofa seats by the coffee table, bringing his feet up to the edge of the bed where some leather patches were displaying scarfs and other garments. Jang Won reaches over and slaps his feet off, pressing down into the scarfs to neaten them.

“No, it’s not. But you know me, I’m extra and greedy and I have no clue what’s appropriate, so.”

Juyeon enters the room, eyes glossing over the almost 20 racks of clothes, and easily half of them were clothes for him, from HERA & ARTEMIS (and probably like, Dior, and Chanel, or LV, or Gucci, or HERMES). He bows and greets Younghoon, who waves it off nonchalantly as he stands.

“I heard you stayed over,” Raising an arm and casually resting it over Juyeon’s shoulders, Younghoon cheekily side-eyes him.

“It was an impromptu situation,” Juyeon’s eyes slightly widen with caution.

“Yeah, he ran away from home. Lovely, right?” Jang Won chortles, moving over to one of the racks and skimming through the dresses.

Younghoon chuckles in disbelief, brows high up on his forehead as he turns to Juyeon, holding him by his shoulder.

“What?” His glossy eyes flicker. “I’m technically her husband now, which means I could technically live here too.”

“You wish,” Jang Won removes some clothes from the rack and into an empty one.

“Anyway, I managed to get a PI to dig out more information on Mr Nam’s body swap.”

“Body swap?” Juyeon’s eyes light up with caution disguised in curiosity. “You mean... the one that replaced your father?”

“The one and only,” Jang Won sings with a matter-of-fact tone.

“They actually didn’t figure out much, which is weird, but we did get information on where he used to go for health check ups. Turns out, he went to the same hospital as you do.”

“Aren’t the hospital fees expensive? Did Artemis Ent. provide coverage costs?”

“We don’t cover the entire bill but there is a discount or some kind of partial coverage.”

“Did we get a doctor’s name or something?”

“Multiple, actually,” Younghoon scratches the line where his hairline meets his forehead. “He kept changing doctors because his diagnosis kept changing.”

“This is alot of information at once. Can’t you get it in a folder and have it mailed to me or something? My honeymoon is soon and I’d like the time to myself and not worry about a dead man.”

“Sure, it’s not like I was gonna recite every piece of information to you now,” Younghoon turns and heads for the door. “Tea’s ready, by the way.”

And then, for some strange reason, Younghoon runs.

“Oh! No!” Jang Won’s sudden change in mannerism stuns Juyeon. She flings the clothes back onto her bed and dashes after Younghoon right after he leaves the room. “No! You’re gonna finish the pudding on your own!”

The footsteps slam down into the marble floor when Younghoon starts running down the steps as well. She yells, and her heels click-clack to an abrupt stop for her to remove her shoes.

“You’re going on your honeymoon, you should give me the pudding!”

With one sharp burst of a sprint, Jang Won manages to catch up to Younghoon, pulling his neck into a headlock and struggling to yank the end of his blazer over his head.

“Agh!” He shouts, almost losing his balance as he stumbles backwards. “That’s cheating!”

Jang Won giggles, the marble cold against her feet as she pushes past him and runs backwards into the dining hall. Panting, she turns on her heels, hair slightly tousled but the scent of butter pudding wafting in the air was enough to make an appetite.

However, her appetite hits the streets once she sees that the table was one seat occupied. Her breaths immediately become shallow as Younghoon pats himself down, reaching the table and sitting down even before she does.

“What-”

“Ms Kim,” Mr Ro interrupts, pushing the kitchen door open for the kitchen staff to bring out one more tray of cream puffs. “A guest must also eat.”

“But-”

“Do you want him to die in your house? And then compromise... everything?”

Jang Won puffs her cheeks and frowns. Glaring at Mr Ro, she pulls out the nearest seat, far, far away from her father, and dumps her butt in the chair.

Watching Jang Won sit down in her seat like a child after acting like one with her brother draws a susceptible smile on Juyeon’s face as he makes his way into the dining hall.

She picks up the fork as Juyeon bows subtly to Kim Jo-Pil, taking a seat next to her.

“‘A guest must also eat’,” She whines under her breath. Juyeon’s gaze darts to her when he can hear her mockery. “‘Do you want him to die in your house?’”

“You know I can hear you, right?” Younghoon calls from across the table, hands occupied with spreading jam across his toast.

“Does it look like I was talking to you?” Jang Won sticks her tongue out at him, and he does the same.

“Children,” Juyeon criticises under his breath, smirk prancing on his lips. In his peripheral vision, he spots a smile emerging on Kim Jo-Pil’s face. It’s the kind of smile that only a father would have, when he’s at the dining table watching his two children argue with one another.

Kim Jo-Pil can’t decide if he was grateful or resentful for the fact that he was alive again. Fate has a strange way of forcing people into thinking the worst or the best out of situations that you weren’t meant to be in, and right now, Kim Jo-Pil knows for a fact that he shouldn’t be sitting here.

He should’ve been lying in a coffin, 6 feet under, rotting. He had been given a second shot at life, and by the last person he’d expected to birth him one.

But if Yoo Hye In had Se Kyung’s eyes, Jang Won had the rest of her.

On the balcony outside Jang Won’s massive bedroom, Juyeon finds himself fiddling with a glass of champagne that Mr Ro had offered him in secret. Jang Won’s favourite champagne, tens of thousands of dollars per bottle.

In the distance and past the metal bars, he can make out the lights in the city against the navy-blue nightsky. All the tall skyscrapers and amongst one of them was the building his family owned, where he should’ve been today and all the days prior. Maybe even next week. But he’d be halfway across the globe in about 5 days, spending time with his wife, not by choice, but by force - and yet he’s gone all soft for her. It’s strange, how his expectations have changed drastically throughout this ordeal. For some moments in this silence he has to himself, he worries if this is sympathy he feels for her.

Then again, sympathy is better than if it were anything more serious.

Like love.

The door being pulled open from behind him drags him out of his drowning thoughts. The secrets piled up in his memory chucks itself away in fear upon the sight of Jang Won’s head sticking out through the gap between the doors.

“I’ve been told a bottle of my favourite champagne has been opened.”

Juyeon turns back to the glass sitting on the floor and picks it up. “I was given this glass, in case you were wondering if I went into your wine cellar. Want the rest?”

With a childish grin on her face, Jang Won pulls out the entire bottle and an empty from behind her back. Juyeon raises both brows in delightful surprise, chuckling under his breath.

“I was gonna offer it to you anyway, so it doesn’t matter that Mr Ro’s given you a glass himself,” She slots the rest of her body through the gaps and shuts it behind her. Sinking into the sofa seat (Juyeon had known it was hers and decided to make himself comfortable on the floor instead), she places the bottle on the stand and yanks the cork off.

“You were gonna offer me your favourite champagne?” He raises a skeptic brow. “After you called me a coward yesterday? After our wedding?”

“That was yesterday?” Jang Won tilts the bottle over her glass. “Feels like last week.”

He snorts at her attempt to change the focus of the conversation. “It does.”

“I just... thought that since the wedding was all for show and none of it was real...” She places the bottle back down and swirls the champagne. “At least this was by choice.”

“What, hanging out on your balcony and drinking champagne?”

Jang Won snickers and pulls her legs onto the seat, taking a sip of her share.

“Are you really okay with giving me 50% of HERA & ARTEMIS though?”

“I don’t have a choice, do I? I’m not gonna give my father all 100% of it.”

Juyeon turns away and stares at the bit of champagne left in his glass. “What’s your plan after that? After your father and I get half each and your brother for Artemis Ent.”

“I’ll worry about that then,” She gulps down the rest of her champagne, then reaches over to grab the bottle. “Right now, I just can’t wait to get out of here.”

Juyeon’s finishes the rest of his champagne then looks up to see her gulping straight from the bottle.

“Do you have a death wish?” He stands and places his glass next to hers. She doesn’t stop. Wrapping his fingers around the cool glass, he gently pulls it away from her lips and tears it out of her grip. Judging by the weight of the bottle, she’s downed half of it in one shot.

He sucks in a deep breath, turning and leaving the bottle in the corner of the balcony where it’s out of her reach.

“Do you think your parents love you?”

The question turns his attention back to her.

“Why do you ask that?” His voice is quiet and low as he sits himself between her and the bottle. “You know I would say no but I can’t say that in front of you.”

“Do you think they did what they did solely for the family’s name?”

“Their defence would be that I get to live with the benefits. So-”

“I’m not talking about them, I’m asking about what you think.”

Juyeon pauses to think, but Jang Won speaks first anyway.

“I think they do, you know. That they do love you. They just... grew up in an environment where they’re just doing what their parents did for them. They turned out fine, so I think they just assume you’ll turn out fine as well.”

“‘Fine’ now is different from being ‘fine’ in the 1960s and 70s,” Juyeon leans his head against the metal bars keeping him safe within the balcony.

Jang Won’s head was resting against the backseat of the sofa chair, hair dribbled all over the woven wooden strips and her eyes reflecting the dim, amber balcony lights from above. She’s tired, and definitely feeling like the entire world is against her.

If she squinted hard enough, she could barely make out the huge H&A signs stuck to the side of shopping malls all around the city. By now, she can feel her cheeks heat up from the alcohol ingested in such a short amount of time, but luckily for her, the amber lights are helping the pink in her cheeks camouflage into her skin.

She turns to find Juyeon staring at the bottle’s label, like he were memorizing the details of it.

“I’ll get you a new bottle,” Juyeon holds the neck and grunts as he stands, hands reaching for the cork on the stand. “Also, your cheeks are pink. I think that’s good enough reason to get you to sleep.”

Juyeon reaches for the door grip to slide it open, pulling it open just a few inches.

“I miss my mom.”

He stops.

“Tomorrow’s her death anniversary,” She whispers under her breath. “It’s been five long years without her.”

They lock eyes, but Jang Won turns away first.

“Hera’s Manor was meant for the both of us. The blueprint of the house... every room and every statue purchased and made the way we wanted it to be made. But before the house could be moved into, she leaves me. All alone.”

Jang Won’s eyes flit to Juyeon, and he can’t look at her in the eye. He’s not used to her opening up like this, but it’s all thanks to the champagne anyway. Never in a million years would she bother to do this if she wasn’t tipsy.

“I mean... Does she know I’m here now? In this very spot, wondering what had gone wrong?”

Juyeon lowers his head and seals his eyes shut. The guilt stirs within him.

“I wish I could tell her that I’m okay, at least. She always worried about me more than Younghoon, for some strange reason, because I was a girl in the administration of The Board,” Her voice cracks and Juyeon’s eyes are open now. “And yet, I’m the one taking care of him now.”

She gulps loudly, trying her best to swallow the ball of sobs stuck in her throat. Shaking her head and prying out a painful smile, she finally snaps when she looks down into her lap where her hands are.

Gritting her teeth, and pursing her lips, it’s a meagre attempt at trying to stop the hiccups that are already in the back of her mouth. The tears begin to collect in her palms and kiss the material of her pajama pants, the warmth seeping through the cotton and sticking it to her thighs.

The shuffling rustles through her left ear, followed by a soft thud of the glass decanter, and then she feels a warmth hold her hands. Cold tears bleed through the lines of their palms when she opens her eyes, just barely, to meet Juyeon’s.

He’s got a painful, pitiful look in his eyes that she would punch him in the face for, but even she can’t disagree that she was being a sad mope right now.

“Your mother knows,” He nods, reaching up to her forehead and pushing a strand of hair out of her tear streaks. “I promise you.”

Her facial muscles crush towards the middle when the sobs finally break past her discipline, and she crumbles her face into her hands. The sorrow in Juyeon carefully motivates her off the seat, and he shuffles to get his back against the metal bars of the balcony, and her in his arms between his legs.

His nose sours and his vision starts to blur when he can feel her torso shiver and jerk with every sob he hears. The side of her head nestles into his left shoulder, hands tightly clenched together against her stomach with his elbow resting on her bent knees.

He parts his lips to inhale, but he looks down to watch the tears drip off her chin.

“Are you going to meet Younghoon to see your mother tomorrow?” He whispers, gently pushing her hair out of her tears.

She sniffles, wiping away the mucus on her philtrum. “Yeah.”

“Okay,” He nods, keeping her head on his shoulder. “I’ll go with you.”

“Okay.”

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