requests: open

well season 3 happened, I binged that twice on the first day it came out

:) Totally! I’d kill to get more Glimmer requests so- hEy uwu

Pairing: Glimmer x FTM!(S/O)

Though Glimmer doesn’t fully understand how you feel (only because she doesn’t have gender dysphoria), she 100% respects you. She doesn’t try to walk on eggshells around you, or treats you like you’re different.

She doesn’t really know how to help you if you’re having a dysphoric episode, but she tries to help you as much as you want her to.

Glimmer loves to call you handsome, and loves when it makes you blush or hide your face. How can someone be so cute?

Best believe she will slap anyone that purposefully misgenders you in the face with one of her sparkle bombs, but if you can fight your own battles, she’d be in the back cheering you on.

Want a binder? She’s a princess, she’d get you a custom made one. Glimmer cares about your comfort. If you’re not on testosterone and want to be? She’ll get the best doctors to help you on your way.

If the acne you get from taking hormones bothers you (since there isn’t much you can do), she’d totally compliment you and hug you to make you feel better.

Once your voice drops,, MAN. Glimmer sometimes blushes when you call out her name. (And in the squeaky voice cracky period of time before that, she tries to not make fun of you- But when you laugh about it, believe me when I say she’s cracking up about it as well)

“frEEZe criMinal ScUM!”

“(Y/n)!”

Sometimes her babying you can get to your head though, since too much of a good thing becomes a bad thing. You sometimes wonder how you’d be if you separated with Glimmer, since you’ve become so dependent on her and her mother. That’s why you usually go out to battle against the Horde, and go on multiple missions/diplomatic meetings. It’s kind of your way to pay them back.

Speaking of her mother, Queen Angella approves 100%, and constantly reminds you to not let Glimmer blow up an entire building.

LOVES to call you Prince/My prince. It makes her feel so giddy with happiness, and she doesn’t know why.

Compliment wars during the Princess Prom episode- both of you looked absolutely stunning, since you matched with your suit.

gotcHUU!

Warning, mentions abt blood and almost dying!

Pairing: Bow x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 905

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(Y/n) sat in the middle of the battlefield, fiddling with the ripped straps of her shirt in desperation, tying them around her open wounds to try and keep her blood from spilling all out. She was bleeding out against a wrecked Horde tank, tapping her earpiece and calling out for someone, anyone. The girl could hear blasts from tanks that weren’t demolished, and a loud scream that came from Adora. The warrior clashed with Catra as they dramatically stared each other down. It was pretty depressing, being in a crippled state as one of her good friends battles her possible-ex. She tried to focus on something different, like how she couldn’t feel her own body from the hips up. Or how she couldn’t twiddle her toes, or how she probably wouldn’t be able to hug her friends ag-

Okay okay, she was getting too sad. Maybe she should just take a nap? Yeah, a nap sounds good.

Her eyes soon felt heavy, as her surroundings grew to look blurry. She started to lose hope, but maybe some weird sword wielding lesbian god could come down on her gay horse and take the half-dead girl to a peaceful afterlife? Y’know that kinda sounds improbable but a girl can dream, I guess. Man, she was getting tired by just sitting and breathing. Before (Y/n) knew it, her eyes went against her will and began to close.

She was fully unconscious (and very bloody) as a panicking boy scrambled on the field to get to her. Bow looked around for someone like Glimmer or Adora, maybe someone that could do some real help in transporting the injured princess. In the past, Bow remembered struggling to drag even Catra around, and Catra is pretty petite. He willed himself as he dug his arms under the beautiful girl, hoping that he was strong enough to get her to safety. He took a deep breath and lifted her, staring at her face before mumbling, “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”

‘Not that she’d need someone to protect her! She’s a strong and independent wo-”

A Horde tank shot at the ground 7 feet away from Bow, causing him to jolt and start sprinting towards the nearest Rebellion battlefield medic.

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Bow sat outside on a bench, elbows on his knees with his hands holding his face. Maybe she’d be okay if he stayed close to her on the battlefield? Maybe she’d be okay if he watched out for her more? Sea Hawk silently sat next to him, patting and rubbing his back to comfort him.

He had his eyes on (Y/n) from the moment her kingdom joined the Rebellion, which was a couple of months ago. He adored the way her nose scrunched up if she found one of his puns funny, or how she’d have this sparkle in her eyes while inspecting one of his new arrows. She respected Bow, and he did so in return. He admired how strong she seemed, and how she used her powers to help the citizens of her kingdom. She seemed like a real powerful leader, but the archer wished that he could have stepped forward to protect her, at least once. He couldn’t bear the thought of hopelessly losing (Y/n) on the battlefield, and not being able to do anything about it.

He took a deep breath in, hoping that the girl he liked would live through this.

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A few hours later, (Y/n)’s eyes slowly opened as she scanned the room she laid in. She twiddled her toes, trying to make sure that she wasn’t part robot with all of her limbs. Mermista and Perfuma sat on a cot next to her, chatting about how many Horde soldiers they took down. Adora and Glimmer were over near a glass table that held bandaids and ibuprofen, things that would get them past the post-battle pains. It took the girl a while to realize she was still on the battlefield, but just located to the side where the medical tent stood in all its glory.

Where was Bow though? She moved her hand off the bed, waving it around to get someone’s attention. The only noise she could make was a very quiet gurgle, since there was a tube stuck down her throat. It felt ticklish and weird inside, so she decided that she wouldn’t move her chest for a while. After a while though, Glimmer turned around to see that she woke up. The purple and pink haired girl smiled and waved, before blinking out of the room for a second. (Y/n) could hear a small cheer from the outside of the tent before Bow burst in, arms flailing.

“(Y/n)!” Bow grinned, jogging to her makeshift bed. His voice cracked as he babbled, “I thought you were going to die! I would have cried! I mean, I did but I uh.. I would cry more!”

The girl smiled and peered at the others in the room as they slowly filed outside. Glimmer gave her a little wink before poofing away. (Y/n) looked back to Bow, moving to grab his hand. He gripped her hand back and blushed, “Can I.. Uh..”

The (H/C) haired girl nodded, closing her eyes as Bow moved closer, pecking her on the cheek.

I’m so sorry!! It’s late but I hope you feel better now! <3

Pairing: Catradora (I’m making this a high school au where they both have crushes on each other,, I’ve been listening to this one song from Mean Girls too much-)

Word Count: 660

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Holy crap was calculus hard.

Adora swore in her seat, twirling her pencil between her middle and index fingers. She usually understood all of the material or over time got the hang of it, but she was having so much trouble with the problem sitting in front of her.

Well, two problems sitting in front of her. One of the problems had a big and wild mane of hair that was spiked and laying on her desk. That problem was stunning, with turquoise and golden-ish yellow eyes that could stare into her soul any day of the wee-

“Hey Adora, do you have an eraser?”

“Huh? I would love to!”

“Haha..?”

Her problem turned back to face the board, choosing to just scribble over her mistake. Adora sighed bonking her head on her desk. She picked her head up and decided to deal with at least one of her two problems.

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“AND I SAID ‘I would love to!’ Like an idiot!”

“Y’know, maybe you should wait a few seconds before answering any of her questions.” Bow laughed, taking a big bite out of his ultimate nutella sandwich. Glimmer threw her arm over Adora’s shoulder, pointing over to Catra and her trio of misfits.

“Look, look! Maybe she wants to ask you for an eraser!”

Adora smacked Glimmer on the forehead, mumbling about how Glimmer wasn’t good at talking to girls either. Adora would be bold one day, and she felt that that day would come soon.

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“Hey Adora, is the answer 5318008?”

“Y,,Yeah!”

“Fuck yeah!”

“Catra, language. Again.”

Catra fist pumped, turning back to her book, speedily scribbling on her paper. Outside of class, Catra seemed delinquent-like, but in class she was pretty intelligent. Her behavior usually fluctuated depending on her mood. Though, whenever the vice principal, Ms. Weaver, was around, Catra was quick to blow a fuse. It was odd, since Ms. Weaver was nice.. To Adora at least. Catra didn’t like to participate or practice, but Adora could tell that the girl found satisfaction in being right. That’s cute.

She’s cute, Adora thought. 

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“Dude, you’re like, the princess of math. And volleyball. And french. An-”

“Stop feeding her ego Bow!” Glimmer playfully punched Adora’s shoulder, reaching for her trigonometry textbook.

“Thanks, I guess. I might be decent at academics, but being romantic? Absolutely impossible..” Adora trailed off, scratching the back of her neck. She had trouble with all the touchy-feely conversation topics that swam around her head.

They were nearing the end of their junior year of high school, and Adora has gotten no where with getting to know Catra! They have interacted two hundred and thirty-four times, but Adora hasn’t even once asked for Catra’s number. Adora whipped out her sword shaped mechanical pencil and started to doodle on the corner of her paper. A little cat head with turquoise and gold-ish yellow eyes, and a tiny math boo- 

“Hey Adora!” A girl slid close to Adora, poking at her side. Catra? Where’d Bow and Glimmer g-

They stood next to Scorpia and Entrapta, lightly chatting about something like crop tops or flowers. So it’s like that, huh? Adora silently inhaled, scribbling over her little doodle before Catra could spot it. Catra slammed her textbook over Adora’s, pointing her clawed finger over at a questionably long equation.

“Can you help me with this math question? I have a few of the steps down but I need some help with finishing it.”

“S-Sure? Of course, hold on..” Adora read over the equation, and it was simple algebra.

Okay I see you-Warnings: Pee play? What is that kink called? Water works? NSFW ACTION.Pairing: CatradoraWord Count: 174 Words—Catra sensually sauntered over to Adora in her custom-made Shrek suit. (thanks Bow) She made sure that her mask was on tight, and pulled down her ugly plaid pants. Tomato sauce dyed her fur a bright green, matching our lord and savior Shrek himself.

Adora gasped, patting a spot on their shared bed with glee. She could already feel her core moistening up. Was she going to cum? Or was she going to pee?

All of her questions were answered in a quick second. Catra purred and butted her head on Adora’s stomach, causing a flow of yellow liquid (imagine chicken broth) to drip down from her thicc thighs. Adora clenched her Sonic-themed bedspread in ecstasy. The juice reached her Duolingo-painted toenails, coating them and caressing them with its warm liquidy embrace.

The cat girl licked her lips in desire, ready to consume the feast that squirmed in front of her. But before that, she decided to close the space between her and Adora’s ear. After a little nibble, she said,

Doing #1! Beware, the duo is awkward. Sexual tension. Less planning for the party, more.. Touchy touching. (Sorry for the wait, holidays kept me busy!)Pairing: CatradoraWord Count: 1007

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“Alright, I’m going to pick some names out of the hat now..” Angella sighed, peering at the mess of young adults that sat in a large circle. Glimmer and Bow bounced up and down in their office chairs, and Scorpia and Entrapta were chatting about what they got the others for Christmas.

Adora and Catra on the other hand.. Looked as if they were fighting against each other during a war. They grew apart due to Adora moving to a better company, Bright Moon Inc. thus leaving Catra behind at the Horde Inc. they were inseparable until Adora realized that the Horde, albeit one of the most powerful companies in the world, was scamming and destroying small businesses.

Adora set off to find Bright Moon Inc. which was another huge company that “coincidentally” owned a building next to the Horde’s main office.

Why are the Horde and Bright Moon collaborating, you asked? Well. Catra and Scorpia, two chief officers, suggested destroying Bright Moon from the inside out, by collaborating together and finding out some juicy secrets that could potentially form a scandal, or something like that.

Okay, the plan wasn’t completely mapped out, but Catra has a small grudge.

Angella shoved her hand in the hat, twiddling around to shuffle and grab 2 names out of it. She curiously stared at the small notes, and then looked towards the young adults in the circle.

“Catra and Adora, you both will be preparing the Christmas Party!” Angella cheered, excited that it wasn’t her that was chosen. Angella worked way too hard to be chosen for planning a party, specifically between her company and her rival. With a screech and a whine, one of the chosen party planners glared at the other before begging for another pick.

“I’m sorry Catra, what’s done is done!” Angella showed apathy, walking away before Catra could scratch her with some (absolutely beautiful btw.) acrylic nails. Catra huffed and puffed. How could she even talk with that blonde woman? That beautiful, charming, intelligent traitor! Catra bet Adora couldn’t wait for this to be over.

Catra pounded the wall with her fist, disturbing no one because everyone ran to get their lunches after the names were announced.

“I am so—“

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“Excited to plan this party out!” Adora squealed, grabbing the laptop that Glimmer held out.

“You sure ‘bout that Adora? She IS your archenemy.” Bow quirked one of his eyebrows up with confusion. Weren’t they supposed to.. Hate each other? Mutually? Catra seemed to hate Adora’s guts, but that was just about it.

“Of course, but we WERE best friends. I can read her like a book! She’s probably waiting outside being all excited and st-“

“Paging weird ponytailed blondie to Conference Room 69, come quick before I scratch your face off.” The office intercom beeped in, with Catra calling (most likely) Adora to a conference room that was never really used. I mean, who needs 69 conference rooms with a well formed and organized schedule?

Adora stood from her seat, wedging her laptop into her armpit. She mumbled an “I guess that’s me.” before running to the specified conference room. Adora knew about how impatient Catra was, and how she really could scratch Adora’s face off.

She knocked twice out of courtesy before twisting the door knob and walking into the nearly plain conference room, besides Catra sitting in a powerful looking chair that faced the door. A large plethora of decorations was placed neatly and organized in boxes, which was surprising. Catra wasn’t really the neat type of worker. What changed?

“Uh.. Hey, Catra?” Adora began, clearing her throat to expel the nervousness from her system. It was weird how they were almost attached to the hip just a few months ago. Now, Catra tried her best to exert dominance and power, as if Adora would try to attack her predator-prey style. It wasn’t arrogance, more like.. Defensiveness. As if Adora just poked fun at something OR threw away something Catra took pride in. Like.. A relationship of some sorts.

“Hey Adora.” Catra scratched at the cardboard boxes, filling in the awkward silence with an annoying noise. Adora watched her movements suspiciously, pulling the laptop from her under arm and setting it down on the conference table. She typed in her password and clicked on a document that held all of Adora’s ideas and some color schemes that they could maybe follow.

Catra fiddled with her tie in boredom. Why was this so awkward? She thought that more hating would ensue, and they would be bickering much more. To be honest, Catra would rather be angry at Adora than be sad that she was gone.

“So.. How’s work?” Adora started with a stupid question, sliding her laptop to Catra for some feedback.

“Don’t ask that question, blondie.”

“Why’re you so mean?”

“Why’re you so stupid?” Catra shot back to Adora’s surprise. She wasn’t stupid! Slow, maybe, but not stupid!

“You’re the stupid one! You’re still working in the Horde!”

Catra stood up and rushed to Adora, pushing her against the office chair. She straddled Adora’s waist before pulling on her hair and tugging on it roughly, causing Adora to whine under Catra. The girl on top sent a glare straight (or gay) to the other, asserting more dominance as the seconds passed.

“Say that again!” Catra growled, tugging on Adora’s ponytail again.

“You’re stupid. You didn’t leave with me to go to Bright Moon.” Adora said again, irking Catra further.

Well, that started a small slap fight. Not the painful slaps, imagine the kindergarten fights that sparked because of a stolen crayon. That’s how strong their fighting was. After a few minutes, Catra laid her head on Adora’s shoulder, huffing to catch her breath. Adora’s arms were around Catra’s waist in an attempt to keep their balance.

Catra raised her head to stare into Adora’s eyes, sighing before lightly slapping the blonde girl’s cheek.

“Stupid dork. This doesn’t mean I miss or like you.”

bold of you to assume that meth isn’t in my system atm (Kinda angsty? Smh I’m sorry idk if I did this right)

Pairing: Entrapta x Clingy!Insecure!(S/O)

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Your relationship with Entrapta sounds like a magical road with makeup and rainbows, but Entrapta’s ignorance with how you feel might be a big problem in the long run.

Sometimes you can’t explain your predicament or whatever’s bothering you, but don’t expect Entrapta to pick up your act so quickly.

Surprisingly, Catra was the first one to notice your issues with abandonment, clingy-ness, etc.

It took a while for Entrapta to notice how clingy you were. Catra would probably be the one to point out how you’d whine when she had to leave for a mission, or when she’d walk out of the room with (Y/n) following like a puppy.

Catra relates the most to (Y/n) in this category, since “Clingy” was Catra’s middle name when it came to Adora. So, very very secretly and subtly, Catra threatened Entrapta.

“I mean, if you were to possibly.. Leave (Y/n) for the Rebellion.. I would probably throw you down a pit mercilessly and cackle at your bloodcurdling scream. Got it?”

“Oh okay!”

Entrapta was always confused by how much you apologized, even for the littlest things. One time you stained a shirt of hers and constantly repeated “Do you still love me?” Until she could give you a full reassuring response, which finally made her realize how you’ve been acting.

Entrapta wasn’t exactly annoyed by your clingy-ness honestly. Her childhood was filled with robot parents and small foods, so there wasn’t much affection that she could cherish. She saw it as a good thing, but didn’t realize how much it correlated with your insecurities and issues with being abandoned.

She starts giving you a little more attention and affection, pulling time out of her work in the Horde to cuddle and talk more about makeup, slang, and such.

When Entrapta could still spot your frowns and lost looks whenever she “wasn’t around” (right before she walked into rooms that you were in, she’d peer into it first to see your expression. She’d probably talk about them in her logs.) she tried to be completely serious with you and talk things out. Following Catra’s words, she reminds you that the Rebellion “left her behind” and she’d never leave you alone.