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Rarity hadn't slept with many men—not because there was shame to it, but because it was simply not her interest—but she’d gone to bed with enough of them to feel she’d pretty much experienced it all, seen it all, felt it all. Even while still dating Blueblood, she thought she’d pretty much never feel butterflies ever again. That twisting hurricane in her stomach and below, the frenetic beating of a hopeful heart, the dizzying intensity of emotions and thoughts that made it difficult to exist…- 17.8 K • Ongoing
There was no one Rarity loved in the whole world more than Rainbow Dash. Granted, she was only a high schooler, and she’d hardly met most of the whole world, but she was fairly certain that, out of the many people she’d met, which were many, she loved no one more than she loved Rainbow Dash. On a separate note, Rainbow Dash was a very interesting person who—dear reader, I mean this in the best of ways—was prone to getting into situations. It was her nature, who she was, that if…- 1.1 K • Completed
- Twilight was used to pulling all-nighters, her sleep schedule and eyesight destroyed by the dozens of textbooks she poured over under terrible light. Empty energy drink cans and tea mugs competed for space on her desk. She just wasn’t a morning person. She’d never been one, no matter how hard she’d tried. She felt much more awake at night, which is why she’d signed up for afternoon classes, content with coming home and studying in the peaceful silence of the night. Well, the mostly peaceful…
- 17.8 K • Ongoing
The first months, I truly think she had no idea what to make of me, let alone what to do about me. Honestly, I don’t think she even knew what to do with herself, whether she should stay close when I visited or leave me to my own devices, saving herself the anxiety of remembering how to have a conversation like a normal person. I’ve been here six hours, I wrote in my journal, delighted to be using the princess’ old-fashioned but elegant quills, and I’ve only spoken with the princess about…- 13.2 K • Ongoing
- We’d rented a cabin a little north of White Tail Woods. I remember the drive there, the wind tussling his blue hair, one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding mine—not as shyly as the first time he got to hold it, but still as gentle. “I’ll get the fireplace going as soon as we get there,” he was saying. “The owner told me there’s a little projector we can use to watch some films, too. What do you think?” I smiled. “I think that sounds lovely.” Even…
- 13.2 K • Ongoing
- Today we find the elderly Hortensia “Abuela” Mondragon in her most natural and comfortable state: being a relentless busybody. Standing thin and tall under the frame of the kitchen door, wearing her Wednesday best, Abuela takes in the state of affairs through her thick, blue glasses: the counters piled with ingredients in varying states of preparation; a cookbook titled ‘America Does Have a Cuisine’ propped open to a meatloaf recipe; and, most importantly, her fellow elder Po Po—short…
- 5.5 K • Oneshot
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