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Warnings: Phone Sex, Masturbating, Dirty Talking(like a lot. sorry), Dom/Sub thing, and Ben wearing lingerie(whoops).
All mistakes and shit are all me. Please tell me where they are.
Thanks.
AO3Â version :)
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Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy
He had just started doing press interviews for Bohemian Rhapsody. Rami, Joe, and Gwilym had already been through a couple a few minutes ago.
And heâs has a raging hard-on.
He knew he should have never had looked at his phone in between them, he usually doesn't, but he wanted to check if Ben was doing okay in Paris for the new movie he was shooting.
Buzz
Ben sends a picture and a text on phone. Curious as Gwilym was he opens it and immediately regrets it.
Love of My Life
*picture*
bought a little something here at Paris ;)
12:55pm
The picture shows off his neck down wearing a pair of thin lacey white panties and black stockings with white lace trimming on top that went around his upper thighs.
Gwilym lets out a small gasp and immediately presses the bottom to lock his phone. He looked up to see if the guys noticed him in shock, but they were busy chatting to each other waiting for the next interviewer to come in. He then coughs to clear his throat, trying to make it so nothing had happened just now.
Jesus Christ. Why did he even look at his phone for?
He feels another light buzz from his hand. He knows he shouldnât check it.
Love of My Life
*picture*
saw it in black too
*picture*
1:02pm
Gwilym feels like he is having an asthma attack. All of the air in his lungs got sucked out of him when the second image on his phone popped up.
Ben was wearing the same pair of panties but in black. He was wearing the same stockings also having black lace trimming. What was different this time was that the stocking and the underwear were connected by black garters.
Garters. Fuck.
He grabbed the water bottle that was on the side table next to him and took a sip.
Okay. Fine. A big gulp of water. His mouth was dry.
The second picture was the worst for the brunet. It was Ben, on his knees, leaning against arms that were in front of him, and sitting on some couch. The picture was taken from behind showing the roundness of the blondâs bottom. The pair fitting really nicely around it and another pair of garters were connected from behind as well.
Just the thought on Ben on his knees with the set on, waiting for Gwilym to get home just to pull the lacy pair aside enough to put his hard cock into him. Ben letting his high pitched moans out of his mouth and filling the room with his and Gwilymâs grunts as he thrusts into Ben. Seeing his cheeks red from his hand slapping them. Looking at his muscular back full of love bites and long red scratches all the down to his ass from Gwilym.
And no one else.
Brings him here. To have a full-on erection and a dry mouth.
He then proceeds to cross his legs and takes another drink from the bottle.
âHi, guys! Nice to meet you all!â
The voice of the interviewer comes across from him. He quickly looks up and then down again at his phone and turns it off. The man puts his hand out to Gwilym and he takes the hand to shake it. Gwilym and the rest reply to the interviewer.
*
Itâs been only three, two-minute interviews and Gwilym feels like its been six hours.
He just wants to text, call, whatever Ben back. He wants to tell him that he should have not been teasing the brunet like that so heâs hard throughout the whole press interviews.
âYou good, Gwilym?â He hears his name and he looks over at his friends looking back.
âUh yeah, Iâm okay. Iâm just exhausted.â He clears his throat.
âWhat did you do last night? Stay up all night?â Joe asks, smiling.
Gwilym remembers last night pretty well. It was very late since Ben was seven hours ahead of him and the brunet was wide awake. So awake, Ben and he were talking. Well. More than just talking. The brunet was stroking his cock while he was shamelessly dirty talking to Ben over the phone.
âRight when we get home, Iâm shoving you down onto your knees and making you choke on my dick then Iâm taking you right there. There on the floor.â He could hear Ben whining and mumbling âyes, sirâ on the other line.
He was huffing his name loudly on the other side of the phone just coming along with him.
This flashback only just made him even harder.
âSomething like that, yeah.â Gwilym chuckles a bit back.
Then the next interviewer comes in.
*
His erection was no more at this point. He has opened his legs for a couple minutes relived just not thinking about Ben and his little underwear hiding his hard dick in them.
Jesus.
âAnd that was the last one, guys.â The agent stands up from the chair.
âThank god.â Gwilym sighed. Grabbing his phone from his pocket. He unlocked it and the picture of Ben sitting (so pretty he adds) on the couch is left on it.
âIâm just gonna pretend I didnât see that,â Joe looks up at Gwilym, frowning a bit. âbut since when did you have a girlfriend?â
Great.
âOh. Um. This-uh not very long. Maybe a couple of months.â Gwilym turns his device face down and stumbles his words talking to his friend.
âAnd she sends you those kinds of pictures?â Joe huffs.
âYeah. Heâs- sheâs something.â
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Gwilym opens the door out the car and thanks to the driver, rather quickly.
He couldnât wait to call his boyfriend on the phone. He couldnât wait to see his boyfriend in the pretty knickers he bought. He couldnât wait to hear Ben.
Buzz.
Love of My Life
hey babe. you done?
I wanna play with you <3
2:56pm
He really couldnât.
He takes the steps up to his hotel door and struggles to unlock it with the key. His hands are shaking. He shuts and locks the door behind him. Drops his keys onto the kitchen counter, rolls his jacket off his shoulder to hang it up on the coat rack and toes his shoes off next to the door then heads to the bed.
Gwilym taps a few on his cellphone, grinning.
Calling BenâŚ
Immediately he hears the ringing stop.
âHello?â
âHey, love. How you today?â
âLetâs just cut to the chase. Iâve been fucking waiting for you all day.â
Accept video chat?
Gwilym chuckles and clicks accept.
He sees Benâs face and his head against the headboard. Heâs biting his lower lip.
âBiting your lip huh? Already?â Gwilymâs little rectangle screen on the top right shows him smirking.
âShut up,â Ben replies. âWanna see?â
Benâs camera moves towards the bottom of his torso. Gwilym could see his abs, pecks and his head.
Gwilym's starts rubbing the tent in his pants already half hard. âLower.â
Ben smiles. Ben takes the phone and sits up. The brunet raises an eyebrow. âWhat are y- oh.â
The phone is stood up placed somewhere so you could see Benâs whole body and his face.
And what heâs wearing.
It was the white knickers with the white lace trimmed stockings. Like the first picture, he sent Gwilym.
Gwilymâs mouth gaped open. A little stunned.
âYouâve seen a picture already. Close your mouth. Youâll catch flies.â You could hear Benâs voice echo a bit.
Gwilym shuts his mouth close and swallows. His mouth dry. âI know. You just look prettier than in the picture, love.â
Ben stands up and walks in a sultry manner in front of the camera showing his whole body. âYou like it?â Ben has his hand on his left hip. Benâs white lacy knickers engulf his hard cock. Gwilym nods and rubs a little harder on his erection. âWait. Watch this.â
Ben backs up from the phone to show even more of him on the camera. He then turns slowly. Finally reaching his backside, Gwilym can see Benâs round bubble bottom. The knickers reach only a third of the butt and the rest slightly bulging out from them. Ben reaches around and grabs his bottom to shake it little. It jiggles. Gwilym lowly growls as he sees it bounce.
âYou like that?â Ben asks. Waiting for Gwilymâs head to nod. He then grabs a hand full of it and lets go of it to smack it. He jumps and gasps. It creates a pink outline of his palm. Gwilym watches as it turns in pink, his pupils grow bigger and his irises have become a smaller ring around it. âSir? Gwilym?â
âDo it again,â The brunet commands Ben with a groan.
He does it again on the other cheek and he hisses louder. Benâs hand hits it harder. Hard enough that it immediately turns red. Ben turns to the camera and he can see Gwilym already has his cock out stroking it slowly. His fingers wrapped around it. âWhat are thinking about?â Ben whispers.
âYou,â Gwilâs answers back groaning a bit. Ben rolls his eyes.
âWhat about me?â
âI just got to my home. I open my door and hear some moaning coming from upstairs. I walk up to see you on my bed. Face down with your bottom up. Iâm quiet watching you stick a dildo in you with those knickers down to your knees. Once you got it in, I walk in and startle you. I go on the bed and Iâm right behind you. Telling you that you are a good boy waiting for me and trying to fit this toy inside of you.â Ben is already on his bed stroking his hand above his panties alongside with Gwilym.
âFuck, sir.â
âI grab the pretty knickers and pull it up. Back onto your hips. It, of course, fitting nicely back on.â
âArenât you gonna fuck me?â Ben whines into his pillow, but still loud enough to hear him.
âNo. You are gonna show me you are good enough to get what you want so you pull down my zipper and suck my cock. You would do so well, wouldnât you?â
Gwilym could see Ben nod.
âWhat?â
âYes. You know I would. I would suck your cock so well.â Gwilym can see the underwear have a dark spot right in front of the underwear making Gwilym grow harder.
âThen I wouldnât be satisfied until your lips are red and your eyes are watery and canât take it anymore.â Ben takes the underwear and slips it down far enough to tuck it under his balls and gets his fingers around his cock.
âI would flip you around and onto your stomach. I would wait a minute to just look at your ass in these knickers 'cause it looks so damn sexy. I pull the lace aside and see the toy plug you up. Itâs huge. God. Iâm so proud of you trying to put it, but you need something else. Donât you?â
âYes. I want you. I want your cock.â The blondeâs fingers travel behind him and into his crack.
âI pull out the dildo and see you so open. Jesus. So beautiful. I take my hands and spread your cheeks wider. You know what happens next.â
âUh huh,â Ben already has a finger in him to the knuckle.
âMy tongue teasing you then into your heat. Opening you up, making it wetter just for me. All me. Your ass tastes so good. I could eat you all day like candy love, but you donât have all day? You want me to fuck you? You want me to put my cock into you and fuck you hard.â
âYes. Yes.â Ben has two fingers in and out of his ass. He wants Gwilym to say the words already. He wants him to fuck him already.
âEarn it.â Gwilym roughly says. He wraps his hands tighter around his cock. âYou have to earn it.â
Ben knows exactly what heâs talking about and heâs not all above doing it just to get what he wants, âSir. Please. I-I want you to fuck me. Please. Take me hard. Please. God. Your cock in me now. Iâm your slut. I bought these knickers for you. Just for you. Please fuck me.â
âYou are a slut. You are so naughty for sending me those pictures. I got so hard whilst talking to those people. I wanted to focus on the questions but all I could think of was you and those pretty lacey knickers. You are so much trouble. You hear me?â Ben whispers a 'yes, sirâ âI shove my dick into you not giving a second for you to adjust. I hear you whine high and loud for me when I thrust into fast. I want you to feel this. I want you to feel me all week. Walking around the movie set limping for me.â The brunetâs eyes shut knowing it was time. âIâm so close, love.â
âMe too. Fuck.â
âEvery time I see you reach down to your dick, Iâm going to slap it away. You canât come yet. You are such a naughty boy. You understand me?â
âYes, sir. Okay.â Ben hisses. He can feel him on the edge. Heat building up in his stomach.
âI pull out of you and see your hole red. Wet from my spit and I want to come inside of you. Fill you up full. I take the toy and plug you up again. My cum inside of you. Iâm in you all the time now. Jesus. Iâm going to come.â
âPlease. God. Can I come? Please, sir?â Ben is pulling on his red tipped cock waiting for the word for his release, rambling his words. âBaby please?â
âCome for me, love. Show me that you miss me. All over those knickers. Come on,â Gwilym commanded also stroking faster along with Ben. âI love you so much. So fucking much.â
That did it for Ben. He came onto his fingers and on his white panties. He cries high and then bites his red lips. Gwilym also gets it on his hand and then huffing with his chest heaving.
âI love you too,â Ben responds minutes after they both release. The brunet smiles into the camera.
âI miss you so much. How long do I have?â
âSix more days. Six.â
Gwilym groans, âI canât wait that long.â
âItâs weird. Usually, press tours donât take that long. Why is that?â Ben questions.
âI donât know. It is very confusing.â
Gwilym smirks, looking at his luggage all packed up then at the clock in the hotel room.
Waiting four more hours to get on the plane to Paris.
There she is again. Golden locks tied up in a high ponytail, orange tank top, knee length spandex shorts that hugged her muscular legs and a singular sling bag on her back. And as usual, she orders a mocha latte and a bagel and cream cheese to go along with it.
"Thanks, Weiss." She would greet with a smile. I didn't tell her my name, most dont thank me for my services or even bother reading my name tag. But she isn't like most people. "How'd you know I wanted a bagel today?"
It was either the bagel or the muffin. Depends on the day, I suppose. Although, from time to time she orders a sanwhich too. But I noticed she always ordered for a bagel when her bag was a little bit fuller than usual.
"Lucky guess." I would say, trying to sound bored.
She smiled at me, amused. "Well, thanks again. See ya tomorrow!"
Her speech was atrocious. Improper.
She didn't come back three days after. An odd occurance as for the past year she was always there everyday. I realized then and there that I never learned her name. My co-workers insists I missed her. I disagree.
The day was slow when she came back. I leaned against the counter, reading a book a friend of mine gave me. The Book Thief, a story of a young girl growing up during a war. A girl who steal books, but has no words.
"Good morning, Weiss."
I looked up and my eyes immediately went wide at the sight of the blonde. A nervous, lopsided grin plastered on her face. How could she smile at the condition of her appearance?
The purple bruise on her eyes did not contrast well with her vibrant, lilac eyes. A stitched cut above her left eyebrow glared angrily, the sight made her own scar flare up, an all too familiar phantom pain.
"What happened to you?" I asked. I hope I didnt sound too worried. I was merely curious.
"I'm sorry I wasn't able to passby these past few days. I had a match last sunday and was in the hospital for awhile. But hey, I won though."
"Congratulations then." Was a black eye worth it though? I shook my head. "The usual , I presume?"
"Actually, I'm not here to order anything." The blonde was picking at her nails. A nervous habit, probably. "I was wondering if you would like to hang out next week?"
"I don't even know your name." I deadpanned. I wish my heart wasn't pounding against my chest.
"Yang Xiao Long." She smirked at my way, her nervousness somehow disappeared immediately. But she soon regretted it as she did so, wincing in pain. I didn't notice her busted lip. "Now you know my name."
I only stared at her, my face blank. But the next thing I knew I had written my number on a napkin and Yang was at the door, waving enthusiastically as she left.
this wasn't a request but i felt like writing some angst so here's a post breakup korrasami fic
its like super emo and im aware but we're gonna stick with it
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Korra unlocked Asamiâs apartment door for what she assumed would be the last time.
It was quiet; it was always quiet in Asamiâs apartment. The only sound would be the ticking of a wall clock, whose loudness did not match its size. It was fairly small, barely eighteen centimeters, yet it rang, proudly professing each passing second, pleased with itself for fulfilling its purpose. Now, the small wall clock berated Korra, reminding her that as its hands moved, her and Asami moved further and further apart.
A single key, a single ring; Korra was returning what was no longer hers. Her own keys felt lighter, yet heavy at the same time. Korra knew that extra weight wasnât from the keys, but she couldnât bear to think of any other answer at the moment. A single key on a single ring rested between her thumb, pointer, and middle finger.
Korra kept her head down when she came in. She didnât have to look up to know Asami was sitting at her kitchen table. That small wall clock kept ticking, pounding in Korraâs head. It had to be like a bandaid, she had to rip it off, she just needed to do this. In a deep breath, she walked over to the kitchen table and placed the key down.
Asami simply whispered, âThank you.â
Korra nodded, finally looking at her. Arms crossed, face expressionless, she looked paler to Korra. Sun was pouring in but somehow the room looked dull. Korra brought her eyes toward a window, the illumination reminded her of the times her and Asami laid together on the settee, basking in the warm light from outside. She bit her cheek.
âDid you ever find my other sweater?â Korra asked, stuffing her shaking hands in her jean pockets.
Asami replied, âNo.â
âCan I look for it?â
When the question wasnât declined, Korra quickly walked to the bedroom. Walking through the door frame brought her back to the nights she stayed over, she almost got in bed. She stopped when she noticed the side she would sleep on was covered in pillows and extra blankets. She swallowed, shaking her head and going to the closet. She slid the door open, looking at hanging tops and folded pants, before resting her eyes on the now empty, built dresser. Korra remembered, it was a Tuesday, she was going to place her extra backpack of clothes in the back corner of the closet like she usually did, but instead found the drawers. Asami said she made it so Korra could leave some clothes in the apartment and not have to bring a bag every time she was going to stay over. It was a flattering gift, but Korra soon realized Asami may have had other ideas, since sheâd come over sometimes and find Asami wearing her clothes. She wanted to be upset, solely for the fact that Asami didnât ask, but the clothes looked better on her. Korra couldnât be mad when her girlfriend looked so good.
Ex-girlfriend.
Korra shuffled around some clothes, making sure not to disturb the clean closet too much before opening the drawers. Dust was already collecting inside.
Asamiâs voice came from the doorway, âI already told you, itâs not in there.â
Korra shut her eyes, biting her cheek again as she slammed the drawers shut. She didnât intend to be so aggressive. Her jaw tightened as she stood for a moment before walking over to the bed. She crouched down and looked underneath.
On the ground, Korra could see Asamiâs feet come closer to the bed. âYou donât think I looked under there?â
It felt hostile, like Asami was insulting her for such an inane act. Korra stood up and sighed, âI just want to find my sweater.â
âItâs just a sweater.â
Korra snapped, âAnd itâs mine!â She scratched her cheek, taking a deep breath, âIâm sorry. I didnât mean to yell.â
Mine, yours, belonging, it was all messed up in Korraâs head now. Theyâd shared so much of themselves with each other, sometimes she couldnât tell where she stopped and Asami started. But, she liked that, it was comforting; Korra reveled in the fact that someone wanted to know her, wanted all of her, unconditionally and wholly. A boost to her ego, a medal for her pride, she couldnât deny that such a thing as too much didnât exist. She just never thought thereâd be a too much with Asami.
Asami held herself on the other side of the bed, âYou can maybe check the coat closet? I didnât look in there.â
Walking past her, a chill ran up Korraâs spine. Muscle memory so deeply wanted to graze Asamiâs skin, a simple touch that let the girl know Korra was there and would continue to be there. It felt wrong not to, but it didnât matter what Korra felt because what was done was done.
Bundled in the back corner of the coat closet was Korraâs sweater. Itâd probably fallen off a hanger and was pushed aside whenever the vacuum was taken out and put back in. It smelled like old wood but Korra could still pick up on Asamiâs perfume. Sheâd have to wash this sweater when she got home.
âOh, good,â Asami sat back down at the kitchen table. âSo, youâre going now?â
The wall clock was counting down. Obnoxious strikes hit Korraâs ears and she wasnât sure what was worse: bearing the sound or bearing the knowledge that when she did leave, she wouldnât come back.
One last time, Korra looked at Asami. She was always beautiful, but it was different now. That beauty wasnât hers to appreciate anymore. Korra finally nodded, letting the final blow of the clock push her out the door.
trope writing prompts: send a number and a pairing :)
hi anon, you didnât pick a category so iâm choosing my favorite out of the three, hope thats okay !!
âWhat, youâve never thought about us?â
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Adora was leaving. She was brought into Hordakâs office and left with a bittersweet smile. Catra didnât need to even ask; Adora got the promotion. This wouldâve been something to celebrate, had the promotion not meant moving across the country to the sister company, Dryl Inc.
âHey, this doesnât mean Iâm gonna fall off the face of Etheria,â Adora said as Catra helped her clean her desk. âIâll still call and Iâll visit every now and then.â
Catra kept her mouth shut, biting her tongue. It was too much at that moment, to try and even put into words what she was feeling. Instead, she hastily scanned Adoraâs file cabinet of folders and tossed whatever the woman wouldnât need.
Adora was Catraâs first friend at Prime Co. The desk job was going to be temporary, answering phone calls and trying to sell merchandise to make money while she looked for something more permanent. But, her and Adora started on the same day, were in the same training session, even were in the same group for âTeam Building Exercises.â When the scheduled lunch time came around, Adora sat down at Catraâs empty table with a smile.
âDo you like tuna?â she asked. She stopped, shaking her head, âWas that stereotypical? Iâm sorry, I shouldâve worded this better.â
Catra kept a close eye on her, not responding as Adora pulled out three sandwiches, four bags of chips, two large cookies, and four juice boxes.
âI saw you werenât eating so I thought I might offer one of my sandwiches,â Adora started, holding two of the three up, âI have two roast beef and one tuna, but I shouldâve worded this all better.â
She began muttering to herself, fiddling with the plastic wrapped sandwiches and Catra finally reacted. She laughed, taking the tuna out of her hand and opening it.
âYouâre fine, dummy. I like tuna.â She bit into it, glancing up to see Adoraâs pink cheeks trying to hide.
Theyâd been at the company together for almost two years and while Catra was still coasting along, sure sheâd stay until she found a more suitable career, Adora was excelling like no other coworker. Their boss, Hordak, had been giving her a bit of extra treatment, at least Catra noticed. She was sure Adora would be chosen for the new promotion Hordak announced a few months ago and wasnât surprised today when Hordak called out from his office for Adora to see him.
When the last bit of Adoraâs desk was in the box issued by Hordak, the picture frame of the two girls from the holiday party on top, Catra sighed.
âHow long until you have to leave?â
âAbout a week,â Adora answered, lugging the box towards the elevator. âI have to pack my apartment too and everything.â
âRight,â Catra looked at the floor, wrapping her tail around herself. She stayed a few feet from Adora, wishing the elevator door wouldnât open. She hissed at the sound when it did.
Adora stepped in, calling out Catraâs name. âHelp me move out?â
Catra rolled her eyes, âOf course, idiot.â
When Catra clocked out, she drove to Adoraâs almost too quickly. She hadnât realized how much she dreaded that office; without Adora, her deskmates were bland and boring, lunch was a drag, and the empty space next to her hurt her heart more than she wanted to admit.Â
Catra called out over the next few days, opting to help Adora move rather than endure more nine hour shifts in her newfound hell. She was silent for almost all of the packing sessions, still too upset to see Adora go. (Deep down in her heart, Catra hoped Adora would say no to the promotion. She hoped Adora would want to stay with her and not leave and keep working together and play pranks on Kyle until they retired. She hoped she wouldnât have to ask Adora this, she hoped Adora would just know.)Â
Catra knew Adora was talking, but the sentences never stuck in her mind. She was too busy wrapping dinner plates in old newspaper and bubblewrap and trying her hardest to stop her shaking hands from dropping any.
When she placed the last one in the box (all of them in tact, a feat in itself) she heard Adora say, âLetâs get drinks.â
Itâd be only one more day before Adora had to leave. Catra placed the last box in the moving truck and nodded. Her tail wrapped around her again and she felt her ears drop. Adora placed her hand on Catraâs shoulder and she shuddered, quickly pulling away. Another time sheâd deal with all the thoughts in her head, all the words she was screaming in her throat, all the âPlease donât go.â âYou donât need a new job.â âIâll just make Hordak give you a raise, thatâll be enough right?â âWho am I supposed to make fun of Kyle with? Lonnie? Sheâs all talk and no bite, sheâs always eating lunch with him and Rogelio.â Another time sheâd deal with all of those thoughts, thatâs what Catra told herself.
At the bar, Catra and Adora found a booth in the back. It was closed off from the rest of the patrons, perhaps for the better because Catra didnât want anyone else to see her cry. (She wasnât banking on it happening but sheâd been close to doing so the past few nights, maybe this night would be what broke her.)
âOh, come on, Catra,â Adora kicked her leg under the table. âLighten up, I told you this isnât goodbye.â
She sulked in her seat, swishing the vodka soda in her cup.
âYou know, I asked Hordak if I could bring you.â
Catra froze, âWhat?â
âIâm supposed to be some department head when I get to Dryl Inc. I asked if Iâd need an assistant or something but Hordak wouldnât budge.â
âAssistant, really?â
Adora raised an eyebrow, âOh, so youâd rather I just go and not make an effort to try and bring you?â
Catraâs eyes widened, Adoraâs tone sounded insulted. She shook her head, âWait, thatâs not what I--â
Adora laughed, kicking her leg again, âI was just joking, Catra.â
Catraâs ears fidgeted, her mind trying to understand why Adora tried to get Hordak to let her leave too. âWhyâd you ask him?â
Adora gulped, taking a long sip from her beer, âWell, I just. You know, itâs always been you and me at the company and well. I donât know, I just thought,â she paused, finishing her drink. âWhat, youâve never thought about us?â
The emphasis on the word scared Catra, much deeper and closer to her core than the thought of Adora leaving at all. Of course sheâd thought about them, the two of them as more than friends. All the movie nights in Adoraâs apartment after a long day at work, all the fast food deliveries to the office when Catra would reluctantly stay overtime since Adora was. All the times Adoraâs blue eyes sparkled in the dingy office lighting (seriously, how did her eyes do that?) and all the times Adoraâs laughter perked her tail in delight. She thought about all the company parties they attended, about Adora dressed up in a long dress with her hair pulled back and her neck exposed and that stupid perfume that made Catraâs hands twitch because she just wanted to grab Adoraâs waist and kiss her. Of course she thought about it all.
And even while she wanted to say all of it then, her throat closed up and Catra just stared at Adora.
âOh.â Adora reached for her beer again and brought it to her lips, eyes widening at the clear bottom. She placed it down with a blush, looking down at the table. She whispered, âWell, I have, a lot. Iâve always been too scared to try anything, for example, right now, because clearly you havenât and Iâve made this weird.â
Catra desperately wanted to correct her, wanted to reach across the table and yank her shirt to pull her into a kiss. But she was stuck in her spot, staring at Adora who still looked gorgeous even when she was sad.
âI just like having you around and youâre really soft and youâre always nice to me,â Adora continued. Her voice was barely audible but Catra made it her mission to hear every last word. âIâm just really gonna miss you.â
Catra heard the sentence, felt her heart jump out of her chest at the notion of Adora missing her at all. She internally slapped herself across the face and finally forced her body to move. She jolted up, slamming her knees on the underside of the table as she grabbed Adora by the collar and kissed her.
Their teeth crashed and Catra knew her knees would turn into a bluish, purple color but she didnât care. Adoraâs lips were soft and tender and that stupid perfume she wore made her quietly moan as she pulled away for air. Adora pulled her back in, placing a few more gentle kisses, more successful ones at that, and let out a shaky breath.
âWhat the hell was that, Catra?â
With her heart rate settling, Catra kept her eyes shut. She didnât want to sound stupid, didnât want Adora to know just yet she was melting like putty, so she forced her brain to regain consciousness.
âIf you wanted me to come with you, you shouldâve just said so,â she breathed. Adora kissed her cheek and she cursed under her breath, âYouâre packing up all my shit, though.â
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laying a gentle kiss to the back of the other's hand
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Her eyes were grey; a faded shade of blue that left Catra with a stinging ping in her chest. As much as she wanted to say I told you so, at this moment she knew that would be wrong. Adoraâs chest was still huffing, as if she still wanted to take on more. Catra wouldnât let her. She pulled her away from the fight for a reason; Adora could defend herself, no question, but fighting someone who wouldnât change would be like punching a brick wall.
There was yelling and insults thrown and fists pounded on tables. Catra watched from the door frame, unable to move. It wasnât small, the way she felt, but rather like she was watching a disagreement between the gods unfold in front of her. It was no lie that Shadow Weaver did nothing for this foster family; everyone knew Adora had been doing most everything from grocery shopping to cooking to making sure Kyleâs childhood blanket always smelt like lavender so he could go to bed at night. Adora took care of everyone, for years, and she did it all under Shadow Weaverâs degenerate nose.
Adora was the oldest now. Only a few weeks ago did she turn 18. It wouldnât be for a few more months that Kyle would be getting a corner store sheet cake. Maybe that was why Shadow Weaver finally poked her head into their lives. Adora had taken the car, as usual, and bought groceries with the debit card she opened, unfortunately with Shadow Weaverâs name attached. The bank had a rule that 60 days after becoming an adult could someone get a sponsorâs name removed from their card. Catra had read the fine print, much to Adoraâs distaste. Catra was helping Adora bring in the bags of food for the next week and a half when Shadow Weaver waltzed into the kitchen. She scanned the bag, lamely picking up a bag of potato chips at the corner and throwing it onto the counter.
âWhat is this?â she questioned, crossing her arms and looking expectantly at Catra and Adora.
âFood,â Adora replied as she set down the final bag, âyou know, so we have stuff to eat?â
Shadow Weaver eyed the several paper bags on the floor, âAnd how did you purchase this food?â
Adora stopped in her place, furrowing her eyebrows, âWith my debit card?â
âThis attitude surely has come from hanging around with Catra so much.â
Catra locked eyes with Shadow Weaverâs long stare and stuck her tongue out.
Shadow Weaver rolled her eyes, âAdora, you are aware that my name is that debit card as well, which means that I am supposed to approve any and all purchases you make. I was unaware of this little trip of yours to the store. And, that kind of behavior where you donât tell me where youâre going is unacceptable.â
Adora shook her head in confusion, âExcuse me? Since when do you care about our behaviors, half the time you donât even look at us!â
Adora had never spoken to Shadow Weaver like this. Catra was stunned and her breath got stuck in her throat. âAdora!â she whispered, âAdora, donât!â
She didnât hear her, (or maybe didnât want to), âHow do you think weâve all been alive for so long?â Adoraâs voice rose in volume, âItâs cause I make sure thereâs food to eat and clothes for us to wear and you know damn well youâve never questioned where any of it came from.â
From there, chaos slowly crawled its way out of hell and into the kitchen of Shadow Weaverâs home. Catra felt stuck in that door frame. She wondered if the neighbors would call with a noise complaint. The groceries hadnât even been put away when Catra was able to take them to their room. She shut the door and sat down next to Adora on her bottom bunk.
Her eyes were grey.
Catra took Adoraâs hand and laced their fingers. She shuffled closer to the girl and brought the back of Adoraâs hand to her lips, âWeâll get out of here soon and weâll take on the whole world. We wonât even remember who Shadow Weaver is.â
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She planned everything, down to the pencil she would use to write notes during the orientation. It was the only way Adora could maintain her stress, the only way to ease her anxiety, and while it helped, the pit in her stomach only grew heavier as she neared the university.
No amount of mechanical pencils could calm her down now.
She studied the orientation agenda, prepared her answers for all the âGet To Know Youâ questions, Adora even knew what she would order in the university cafeteria. So, how could she have forgotten to look at the school map?
After stepping foot on the campus center, Adora looked left and right, noting the millions of signs saying all the same things: âThis way.â This way to what? How could there be so many arrows? Which signs was she supposed to follow? How was everyone else not as stressed as she was?
Adora checked the time, orientation check in would start soon. Coming early was out of habit, needing to maintain her schedule and follow her checklist bullet point for bullet point. Now, it was a blessing because the extra time would be used understanding where the hell she was going.
Her heart rate was increasing, if she didnât move, Adora knew she would explode. She let her feet guide her, walking down the concrete path until it rounded a corner. Ahead of her were a group of girls. Their relaxed expressions and comfortable laughter let Adora know these girls were older than her. She looked at the time again, she wanted to be one of the first people on the check in line; she needed to know where to go.
Mustering up all the courage in her system, Adora walked up to the girls just as they finished laughing again. Each one of them turned their heads towards her, a silence fell over them.
âUm, hi, Iâm Adora,â she began, losing focus as she eyed one of the girlâs biceps, âdo any of you know where to go for orientation?â
They exchanged looks, a particularly mischievous smile grew on the girl in the center. She was much shorter than her friends. Adoraâs breath caught in her throat, did all girls have smiles that pretty? She saw the girlâs tail waving behind her.
âYeah, Huntara, she needs her Orientation ID number, right?â
âYouâre absolutely right, Catra, thatâs all sheâll need.â
Orientation ID number? Did Adora miss an email? How could Adora have forgotten so much? She didnât know her Orientation ID number, she didnât even know she had one.
âOh, I, uh,â Adora felt her tongue dry up. Catra draped a piece of her hair behind her shoulder, how could something so simple be so beautiful? âI donât, um, I donât think I know my Orientation ID number? I must have missed something or It....â
Huntara and Catra bursted into another fit of laughter while their other friend rolled her eyes.
âIâm sorry about them, they always mess with the freshmen on Orientation day.â
âOh, youâre no fun, Scorpia,â Catra stepped forward, putting a hand on Adoraâs wrist. She whispered, âI wouldâve kept this up if that werenât the cutest reaction from a freshman weâve seen.â
Catraâs hand left her skin but her tail wrapped around her fingers for just a second before she stood again with her friends, âIf you go through these doors, follow the hallway all the way down and take a right, youâll see a table with a big Orientation sign, check in there.â
Adora stood there for a second, staring at this group of girls, at their smiles (warm, strong, alluring), at their eyes (friendly, powerful, mysterious), at their demeanors (welcoming, dashing, confident, self-assured, Catra, Catra, Catra). Suddenly, Adora realized her mouth was hanging open.
Catra laughed again, her head falling back. Adora didnât even know she walked closer to them until she felt Catraâs touch again, blessing her shoulder, âGo on, dummy. Iâm sure weâll see each other again.â Adora felt her squeeze her shoulder lightly, why did her arm feel like jelly now?
Had Adora completely lost her mind? Before she could even say goodbye, the outside campus turned into concrete walls covered by posters and sign up sheets and Adora desperately wanted to get one final look at Catra. She looked down at her feet, they were clumsily moving, one in front of the other, following the directions Catra gave her.Â
Catra; The velvet sound of her voice echoed in Adoraâs mind, the way Catraâs head fell back when she was laughing played over and over. The universe mustâve loved Catra, as it had sent a perfect gust of wind to blow through her cascading hair. The tingling sensation in her arm hadnât gone away, but what even was this tingling sensation?Â
âYour name?â
âHuh?â Adora looked down at the table in front of her, Adora looked at the woman sitting with a clipboard and glasses resting on her nose. âOh, sorry, uh, Iâm Adora,â the woman continued to stare at her and Adoraâs felt her tongue dry up, âGrayskull. Adora Grayskul?â
The woman checked her in, gave her a name tag, and a university tote bag before sending her through the double doors on the left. Adora found an empty table and started looking through the tote bag. Some pens, a pair of university sunglasses, and the upcoming semesterâs directory. Adora had to do a double take, wholeheartedly believing Catra was on the cover in a cheerleaderâs uniform. Upon second glance, the girl looked nothing like Catra.
What was going on? Why couldnât she think straight, why could Adora only think of Catra?
And why did Adora keep breaking her pencil lead? All during the orientation, Adora would be ready to write down whatever the speaker said but slowly found her mind wandering back to the little fang that hung outside Catraâs mouth when she wasnât smiling or laughing or doing anything for the matter. She thought about her jelly arm, how even after Catraâs been gone, the lingering sense of her touch etched itself into her skin. How could one encounter, especially as short as theirs, short circuit Adoraâs brain?Â
The pit in her stomach was no longer from anxiety but rather, the pit in her stomach grew out of aching to be near Catra again. Just thinking of Catraâs tail lingering on her fingertips, of her soft hands on Adoraâs skin, of the way her eyes captivated Adora beyond compare; it made the pit heavier and heavier and Adora couldnât bear to carry the weight, so why couldnât she stop thinking? She imagined getting to be the one whose hand touched Catra, watch her fingers gently flow through her hair and twirl a piece in hopeless spirals until it fell out of her hand. Could she hug Catra? Just a quick embrace? Could she bury her head in the crook of Catraâs neck and take a deep breath of her scent she wished she knew? (All three girls smelled wonderful, as much as Adora didnât want to admit she had been taking deeper breaths the closer she was to them.) Could she hold Catraâs hand, let their fingers intertwine, have Catra show her around campus and bring them to the back corner of the library where no one could see them and push her up against the books and--Â
What was Adora doing? Half the orientation had gone by and all she had written down was the date and a few scattered lines from when her pencil point broke. This needed to stop, but how? Perhaps, seeing Catra again would help. Maybe it would stop her brain from grinding its gears and she could get her final taste and then get a grip. Even if just to see her for a moment, in passing, in a glance; her daydreams were too much for her to handle.Â
Paranoia wasnât the right word, was Adora having delusions? Some sort of foolish fantasy that made her think Catra was around every corner, behind every open book, sitting in every chair of the classrooms they visited on the campus tour? Her heart rushed everytime she thought she saw Catra, any time she thought she heard that angelic laugh, and everytime she learned it wasnât that godforsaken girl, her heart twitched and panged and fingers desperately wanted to find the girl for just one touch; couldnât they make it even?
She wasnât even sure how she answered the small group questions, she couldnât even remember the other studentsâ names. She wished she could, it felt incredibly rude not to, but Adora was far too occupied with how Catra would look next to her in pictures. Too much, Adora thought, too fast, letâs scratch that. Instead, she thought of Catra in front of a camera, that smize being the perfect picture to capture, how that one look could say the million words Adora needed to clear in her head. None of her thoughts formed sentences, everything was hazy, she was too entranced with Catraâs whole entire being to even try and sort out what was going on.
It had been a few hours since she ate breakfast, maybe all she needed was food. She was thankful for the lunch time, grabbing every boxed lunch that looked good to her and found a seat in the corner. It faced away from the general crowd, her mind needed to rest, it needed to refuel; eating the Italian sandwich, chicken nuggets, burger, slice of pizza, cookies, chips, salad, grapes, and four juice boxes would help, right? It would be enough food to last her the rest of the day, through the night, hopefully through the rest of her existence because if this didnât stop her from thinking about how beautiful Catra was, nothing would.
âHey, Adora.â
Mid bite on her burger, Adora stopped and looked up. She blinked and blinked and blinked until Catraâs eyebrows furrowed and her face frowned. Was it really her, was she not dreaming?Â
âHow do you....â
Catraâs head twitched in confusion, âYou told me earlier? And,â she pointed to the nametag on her shirt and Adora thought she would pass out right there. âOkay, dummy, why donât we put this down,â Catra said, taking Adoraâs arms and helped place the burger back down on its tin foil and taking a seat next to her. âDo you always eat this much?â
âI,â Adora just finished the third juice box, how was her throat dry? âIâm just hungry.â
Catra snorted, crossing her arms, âClearly.â
Adora stared at her, her memories hadnât done justice. Did she even actually look at Catra the first time they met or did Catra just get more beautiful in the few hours they were apart? Adora couldnât breathe, her face felt hot, her hands were clammy, hell, even in her tee shirt and leggings, Adora felt like she was in a sauna with no way out. Catra stayed with her arms crossed, surveying the cafeteria around her, effortlessly looking like she had walked out of a fashion magazine. Was she even real? No one else in the cafe joined them, and Catra and her friends looked like Greek goddesses, could she be dreaming? What if she was still in bed, curled up in a little ball, drooling on her pillow while her mind decided to be a big asshole and make her think her cause of death would be heart failure from meeting the prettiest girl on Etheria.
What a jerk her brain would be.
But, another student passed the table, saying hi to Catra before walking out the door. Catra only waved, bringing her eyes back to Adora and smiling, âYou gonna keep staring? Maybe I should charge you if youâre gonna stare at me like that.â
âWhat? I,â Adora tried to break the eye contact but she was drawn in, far too deep to return to reality.Â
Catra exuded confidence, like she didnât give a single fuck about what anyone would think of her. In that moment, Adora decided this was why she was fawning over the girl. Adora had never been the confident type, she never walked into a room like she owned it. It was something sheâd wanted since she was a little girl, to be looked at and think, âShe knows what sheâs doing.â It was why she planned for hours, days, weeks for this Orientation that would only last a couple more hours and still, she failed at following through with her hopes. Catra wouldnât have, Adora thought, Catra couldnât.
Catra laughed, leaning forward and pulling her phone from her back pocket. She cleared her throat, placing her hand out. Adora stared at it and almost gave Catra her own hand but was thankfully stopped when Catra passed her phone over. Adora found hers and put it in Catraâs hand, watched as she typed and snickered and took a picture of herself before giving it back. She looked at her own phone and gestured to use it, Adora shook her head and wiped her hands, putting in her contact info.Â
She passed the phone across the table, Catra frowned and Adora thought she was about to die and that wasnât what Catra had wanted.
âNo picture?â
âOh! I, well,â Adora tried to push a piece of hair behind her ear but there was no such piece to do so; her ponytail was perfectly kept and there were no loose strands. What was she doing? She looked like a complete fool in front of Etheriaâs most beautiful person, what kind of first impression was that? Adora gulped, wishing she could start this day over and prepare herself to be an idiot. âIâm not the best with photos.â
Catra waved her off, pointing her phone towards Adora. She scooted some of the food further up the table and leaned back, smiling as she brought her phone back down. She showed Adora the picture, it was awful and embarrassing and Adora wished she could erase it but Catraâs smile was bigger than sheâd seen it earlier and it was everything Adora had wanted to see for hours.
âGosh, youâre such a dork,â Catra laughed, locking her phone. âGood for pictures, though.â She got up, pushed in her chair, leaned over and placed her hand on the side of Adoraâs chair, âText me, okay? Iâll give you the real tour of campus, Iâll even pay for lunch.â
As Catra turned around to leave, her tail lingered on Adoraâs hands in her lap before she disappeared through the doors and out of the building. Adora stared at the doorway, suddenly understanding why honeydew and mint would be her new favorite scent.
Catra was beautiful, Catra was breathtaking, Catra was everything Adora wanted and fuck, did she want to kiss her.