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And They Folded Like Cardboard by SarcastCity
Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)
17 Aug 2024
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The woman slid her way across the finish line, collapsing in a heap on the ground just after she crossed the line, rolling sideways, her arms out to the side, her ski poles askew, her legs tangled together, her full chest snapping up and down as the crowd screamed and hugged and her coach ran over to help her up.
New.
World.
Record.
C. Kiramman from Piltover, of all the fuckin’ places, had fucking smashed the world record.
Hold up.
Vi’s eyes widened, moving from the tv screen to the woman still sitting quietly at the bar, a rocks glass in front of her.
She had dark hair…she was slender…she had legs for days…and…her beanie was Piltover colors.
Vi walked forward the final few strides and slid in next to her.
Vi cleared her throat, doing her best not to startle her, “Is uh…is that you?” she asked, inclining her head toward the screen when the woman - Gods, she was fucking gorgeous - lifted her head to look at Vi with beautiful, curious blue eyes.
OR The Winter Olympics AU
(Loosely inspired by the cardboard bed nonsense in Tokyo)
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- Part 1 of The Winter Olympics AU
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Jaeyi thought love meant loyalty, until she caught the star pitcher kissing someone else after the final game.
While the team celebrates, Jaeyi disappears, only to be quietly followed by Seulgi, the team’s reserved, watchful catcher who saw everything.
What begins in heartbreak slowly starts to bloom—not loud or sudden but slow, certain, and impossible to ignore.
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17 Jun 2025
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And as she stood there, still in her gear, sweat clinging to her skin, glove forgotten in one hand, she watched them walk away together.
The pitcher was always the star, she thought. The one whose name echoed from the stands. The one they put on posters, whose stats they memorized. People cheer for the pitcher—they always will.
But the catcher? She kneels in the dirt, bruises on her knees, invisible in the shadows. The catcher is always forgotten. Even off the field.
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“I thought I knew what moving on meant,” Jaeyi said. “I thought it meant closing doors, starting over. Getting rid of everything that reminded me of… what hurt.”Her breath clouded in front of her. She tucked her hands deeper into her pockets. “But that’s not really what it is, is it? Moving on. It’s not about forgetting things or pretending they didn’t happen. It’s about… letting them be part of the story, but not the ending.”
Seulgi didn’t say anything. But Jaeyi could feel the shift in the air between them. A kind of silence that asked her to keep going.
“I was scared,” she confessed. “Of ruining something again. Of dragging you through my mess, through my past, through things I thought I should’ve already healed from.” She paused, and this time she looked Seulgi full in the face. “But I’m not scared now.”
Seulgi’s eyes held her there, steady, unflinching. Gentle.
“I think I want to try,” Jaeyi said, her voice trembling with its honesty. “Not because I’m lonely. Not because I’m trying to fix something. But because when I’m with you, I feel… safe. Like I’m home, but not stuck. Like I can breathe.”
She let the words settle. Let them land.
“I don’t know where this will go. I don’t even know if I’ll get it right. But I want to take that step. Slowly. Carefully. With you.”
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Yoo Jaeyi doesn't cry. She hasn’t been able to in a very long, long time.
“Cold…”
Jaeyi blinks, remembering her mission. “There, there. We’ll be warm soon.”
Jena turns around to look at her, eyes full of trust and love and everything their father has stripped away, and something in Jaeyi breaks.
Maybe she has never been whole to begin with. Maybe she has always been nothing more than a shell, an empty vessel, a representation of the intersection in which a great man’s greed and a good man’s love meet in between.
Maybe she has only ever been his. Maybe she has only ever been hers.
For the first time in a long time, perhaps ever, Jaeyi is no one’s. She made sure of it. And although she foresaw the pain, it still hurts.
Little miss scaredy cat, her doctor friend once called her. Jaeyi didn’t deny it then, how could she. She’s been running away her whole life, in what world is that considered brave?
No, bravery is something else.
Bravery is fighting for your survival. Bravery is picking yourself up by the bootstraps. Bravery is being kind in a world that's only ever been cruel.
Bravery is Woo Seulgi.
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14 Jun 2025
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“I’ve seen all the faces of violence. For fun, for survival, for necessity. But that one act felt like the cruelest thing she's ever done.”
Jamie clenches his fist, and the mirror shatters. Instead of broken glasses, Jaeyi is hit with stray particles of sand, falling into her hair and kissing her knuckles.
They look like snow.
“Why did you show me this?” Jaeyi asks.
“To show you that it’s okay to choose each other.” Jamie answers.
Jaeyi blinks, peering up at him. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but you just said what she did to you was cruel.”
Jamie smiles. “It was.” But? “But that’s love.”
“No, it’s not.” Jaeyi shakes her head. “That’s not what love is.”
“Oh, but it is,” Jamie raises his hand to stop Jaeyi from interrupting him. “Kait Rokowski once said, nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red. Same goes for love. What you see in songs and movies? That’s a commercialized, watered-down version of it. That’s love being turned into poetry. Love at its core is something you made the world with, something you use to shape it into a place that is deserving of who you hold dear. Love is something you want, and this isn’t it.”
Jaeyi is good at a lot of things. Only second to controlling others and herself, Jaeyi always knows exactly what she wants.
And while she certainly doesn’t need some lesbian disaster goth boy from another universe to remind her why and for who she is fighting for, Jaeyi can reluctantly appreciate the confirmation that everything is, indeed, an abstract.
“Love can be selfish and cruel, and that’s okay. Because it’s human.”
Jaeyi can love Seulgi to the point of ruin, and that’s okay. Because it’s human.
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This story has been stuck in my head so here you go :)
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“This place used to be a school. Or a church. Maybe both. Sometimes there’s not much difference.” She had said it smiling, as if the words didn’t mean a thing.
But for Seulgi, it meant everything.
Because in that instant, she understood that it didn’t matter what that place had once been.
School. Church. Ruin.
As long as Jaeyi had been there, that space was an altar.
And she —Seulgi— was nothing more than a passing believer.
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Jaeyi moved around her like she’d known her before. Like she knew how Seulgi breathed even before she spoke. Her hands brushed against her waist now and then—casual, almost accidental—testing the edges of something they didn’t yet know was dangerous or addictive.
And when Jaeyi laughed, it wasn’t loud. She laughed softly, like she knew the secret to a good night was not to shout. That everything should be whispered. That everything should be suggested.
“You’re different,” Seulgi murmured at some point, when their foreheads were almost touching and the sweat on their skin no longer mattered.
“You think so?”
“Yes.”
“Then leave now.”
“Why?”
“Because if you stay…” And then her voice dropped even lower. “I don’t know if you’ll be able to forget me.”
They went outside to smoke. Jaeyi didn’t really smoke—at least not fully—but she liked having a cigarette between her fingers, just to watch the ember burn down without touching it. She told Seulgi that fire was beautiful as long as it didn’t burn. Told her that smoke always drifted away, like everything else.