#BRA TEM IS EVERYTHING

[dinbeskarbaby]

*(Y/N) enters the bunk*

(Y/N): "Hardcase can you please help me carry thi-"

Hardcase:

(pls someone make a Hardcase version out of this. I beg you-)

#accurate #prove me wrong #hardcase #temuera morrison #aka #loml #clonewars #star wars #the bad batch #actor #BRA TEM IS EVERYTHING

[et-lesailes]

spreading the sugar | FINAL

PART ONE || PART TWO

pairing: sugar daddy!andy & ransom (twins) x reader

word count: 3438

summary: having andy barber as a sugar daddy has been nothing but a good time. little do you know that meeting his twin brother will change everything.

themes: age gap, smut, degradation

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notes: lol i said saturday but here we are, decided to release this a little early for ya guys ;) please give me your feedback while i go write this paper for school and die now! graphic creds to @thewritingdoll​ !!

“Why so tense, kitten? You’ve barely even touched your drink.”

You look up from your spot on the couch next to Andy, eyes met with Ransom’s devious ones glimmering wickedly. You then look down at the drink you’re holding in both hands before glancing up at him with an arched eyebrow. “Maybe I’m worried you’ve done something to it.”

He chuckles, taking a sip of his own and lightly licking his lips. “What, do you want me to drink some of it first? I already got you here, sweetheart, that drink is just for you to relax. Where’s all that spirit you had in Andy’s office, huh?”

“Ransom.” Andy gives his twin a warning glare, his blue eyes dark. You’ve never seen him this pissed off before. You reach over to squeeze his hand gently, using your other to lift the glass to your lips and take a sip.

“That video gets deleted tonight. You promised.” You state firmly, looking him right in the eye. He sighs dramatically in response, nodding his head. “I’ll even let you delete it yourself. Now can you two please chill out a little?”

You reluctantly take a sip of your drink, having to admit it tastes and feels good upon your lips. There’s no way you can move on with the night without a little liquid courage. Andy moves closer to you, resting a hand on your thigh as he studies Ransom warily. “It’s alright, honey.” He murmurs to you, taking a swig of his own beer. “Just one night, and we never have to see him again.”

“I don’t know about that, bro.” Ransom looks at Andy with a cocky smirk. “I’m pretty sure she’ll want to see me again.”

Your mind feels a bit hazy, but it’s for the best. You’re not over-the-top intoxicated, but just the perfect amount. You, Andy, and Ransom are currently in a large bedroom, though it looks rather unlived in. You assume it’s a guestroom; not that you particularly want to see Ransom’s sanctuary anyways.

Andy’s a little more drunk than you are, and probably for the same reason you were drinking to begin with. He loosens his tie with one hand as he lazily grabs your waist with the other, pulling you close to him as he arches an eyebrow towards his brother. “I know her body better than you, you know.” He states, giving Ransom an almost challenging look. “You’re all talk and no game, always have been.”                                                                    

“Oh? As opposed to you, who skips the talking part entirely and cuts right to the game?” Ransom hisses with a taunting smirk, stepping closer to you and tilting your chin up. “Y/N, has Andy told you any stories from when he was your age? Hell, even from when he was fifteen, because he was-”

“Shut the fuck up, Ransom.” Andy growls, grabbing his wrist and shoving him off. You blink, now actually intrigued as you look up at him. “What’s he talking about?” you ask curiously, not fearful or upset- you figure Ransom’s only dramatizing things to make Andy seem like the worse brother.

“Nothing. I got into a few fights when I was younger, that’s all.” Andy replies while glaring at Ransom, holding you protectively close. “Nothing serious, just with other douchebag kids at school.”

You roll your eyes, looking up at Ransom with annoyance. “Can you stop trying to start shit for five seconds? What do you gain out of this?”

“Well, for starters,” the trust fund playboy remarks, suddenly grabbing you without warning and jerking you to his body, “seeing you getting all mad is pretty sexy.” With that, he leans in and kisses you roughly, blue eyes just slightly open so he can look at Andy deviously, almost as if showing off. You gasp in surprise especially upon feeling his hand reach down and cup your ass hard, though you can’t deny you’re a little… turned on. You kiss him back rather fiercely, biting down on his lower lip on purpose- the action only makes him groan as he smirks against your lips. “That the best you can do, doll?” he mutters huskily between kisses, tone dripping with his typical cheeky arrogance. “You’re going to have to try harder than that if you really want to hurt me.”

Andy rolls his eyes as he comes up from behind, gripping your hips and leaning in to kiss and suck on your neck roughly. “By all means, baby, please fuckin’ hurt him.” He mumbles, and you can’t help but moan upon the way his teeth tease your flesh, finding yourself rolling your hips to grind back against him. He’s already starting to unbutton his shirt while giving your sensitive skin more love bites, pushing the clothing off his broad shoulders rather urgently.  

Meanwhile, Ransom pulls back to peel out of his own shirt, and you can’t help but stare in surprise. You really weren’t expecting the rich, spoiled brat of a man to actually be toned. Before you can ogle for long, though, Andy turns you back around to face him, greedy for any opportunity to hog you to himself. “You know, I actually feel kind of bad for the guy,” He runs his hands up under your top as he speaks nonchalantly, obviously loud enough for Ransom to hear. “He only gets to have you tonight. I get you all the time.” You can’t help but giggle breathlessly as he removes your top, your bra coming off soon after. His large hands massage and squeeze your breasts, eyes focused on yours with nothing but lust and hunger. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Y/N, you know that?”

“I agree, but I haven’t seen all of her yet.” Ransom speaks up deviously, coming up behind you and hooking his fingers into your shorts. You blush feeling tem jerked down your legs along with your panties, leaving you completely naked in between the twins. Ransom whistles lowly, his hand meeting your ass with a rough spank eliciting a squeal from your lips. “Damn. You really are beautiful. I could barely see any of you before with that shitty webcam quality, ya know?”

You scoff incredulously, turning your head towards him. “Are you really so shamele- oh…!” You don’t get to finish your rhetorical question thanks to Ransom’s fingers running over your entrance, rubbing your folds slow but firm. “Yes, yes I am.” He answers cockily, shooting Andy a mischievous glance.

Andy glares back at him but lowers his head to kiss your breasts lovingly and tenderly, his lips wrapping around your nipple as he teases it with his teeth ever-so-slightly. “You’re doing so well, honey,” he mutters deeply, the low tone and praise making you shiver, your core pooling with wet arousal. You feel yourself responding to Ransom’s fingers, rolling your hips against them as you hold onto Andy’s hair tightly. “Mm….”

“Feels good, doesn’t it, kitten.” Ransom pushes one finger inside, clucking his tongue in approval. “Fuck, you already feel tight. Can’t say I’ve ever had a sugar baby like you before…”

All you can do is moan in response, moving your hands to grip Andy’s biceps for support as Ransom skillfully pumps you. Andy lifts his head to kiss you passionately, one hand holding the back of your neck and barely pulling your hair as he pushes his tongue into your mouth- almost as though he wants to muffle any noise of pleasure you make because of Ransom. You gladly kiss him back, submissively relaxing your tongue for him and allowing him to overtake your mouth; Ransom, in the meantime, slides another finger inside you and starts pumping faster, making your whimpers slightly louder and your legs a bit weaker. You feel yourself getting close, and when Ransom’s other hand wraps around to pinch your nipple between his fingers, hands groping your breast almost vigorously- you can’t help but cry out into Andy’s mouth, arching your back. “Mmn…!”

You release all over his fingers, pulling back from Andy’s lips to practically gasp for air. Ransom chuckles darkly as he watches, removing his fingers only to pop them into his mouth, sucking with a loud noise of satisfaction. “Mm. Fucking delicious. You’re really missing out here, Andy.” He taunts, and Andy scoffs breathlessly, suddenly walking you towards the bed and turning you around so that your back is to him. “Not for long.”

You gasp when you’re suddenly pushed down on your hands and knees on the mattress, feeling Andy’s hands grabbing your ass and holding your cheeks apart. You naturally press yourself lower to wiggle your butt up higher, whimpering in anticipation when you feel his warm breath upon your bare entrance, already starting to feel wet again. “Taste me, Daddy,” you whine desperately, your cheek against the mattress- up until a hand suddenly grabs your hair, jerking your head back up and making you squeal in surprise. You’re met with Ransom’s wicked smirk, his eyes glimmering with nothing but devilry as he looks down into yours.

“You know, I think you can still make yourself useful.” He remarks, using his other hand to rid himself of his expensive jeans. Your eyes widen upon seeing his large length, a barely audible gulp sounding from your throat. You thought Andy’s cock was impressive, but Ransom’s is even thicker; you’d have to say Andy’s is a bit longer, though. The man seems like he’s about to brag, but your sudden gasp and sultry moan interrupts him- Andy’s pushed his tongue inside your entrance, firmly gripping your soft cheeks while his beard rubs up against your sensitive skin. “Daddy…! Mm..!” you can’t help but cry out in pleasure, rolling your hips against his skillful tongue.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Ransom rolls his eyes, slapping your cheek with his cock. “Open up, kitten, your mouth has bigger and better things to do.” You’re about to scoff in disbelief but he simply forces his shaft into your parted lips, making you whimper out in surprise. “Mmf!”

He thrusts into your mouth hard, balling his fist in your hair to control your positioning as he slides himself in and out. “Fuck, Andy wasn’t kidding when he said you were good,” he groans, smirking weakly as he pushes himself in deeper, only turned on by how red your bulging cheeks are getting. “You like this too, don’t you, doll? Look at you, being such a good little slut for me.”

Andy growls in annoyance but is far too preoccupied to be scolding Ransom at the moment as he moves his tongue in teasing circles, determined to try and distract you as much as he can from the man facefucking you. You hate to admit that Ransom’s right, though- you do like it, and you like the praise that comes with it. Ransom seems like a difficult man to impress, and you want to be able to do just that.

Your moans are muffled along his length as Andy explores your wet slick with his tongue, nearly gagging when Ransom starts to hit the back of your throat. “Mmn, mm… mmn!!” you whimper, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes- this only drives him even more crazy. “God… damn,” he groans through grit teeth, eyes half shut from the overwhelming sensation, using his grip to move your head back and forth. “That’s fucking perfect, I’m going to fucking cum!”

You widen your eyes even more as his load releases down your throat, your cheeks expanded as little dribbles slip out and down your chin. He smirks in satisfaction, letting out a heavy exhale as he stands back to admire your flushed face. “Fuckin’ beautiful.”

You can barely hold eye contact; you’re already falling forward from the impact of Andy’s hand suddenly wrapping around you so his finger can roughly rub your clit, his tongue working you closer and closer to your edge. “O-oh…!! Oh, my God, Daddy! Daddy, I’m close!” you cry out in pure ecstasy, gripping the bed sheet tightly. He barely grins as he keeps rubbing, growling out, “Go ahead, baby girl…”

You moan as you release for the second time, gasping for breath as Andy laps every bit up into his mouth. He smirks weakly as he stands up, tongue running over his lips. “You always taste so goddamn sweet, Y/N,” he breathes out huskily, and you slowly position yourself to sit up on your knees, catching your breath as you look back over your shoulder at him. He’s quick to remove his belt and dress pants from work, sitting down on the bed and grabbing your hips to pull you onto his lap. “Wanna ride Daddy’s dick like a good girl, honey?”

Ransom smirks in amusement as he watches you get into position, lifting your hips and sinking down onto Andy’s shaft. Your breaths are airy and whiny as you start bouncing on his cock, holding his shoulders and digging your nails in to relieve the frustration that’s built up. Ransom stares at your ass hungrily as he licks his lips, chest heaving; he’s already getting hard again, and he’s more than ready for his turn as he slowly starts pumping himself. You can’t help but make sure to put on a show for him, thriving off the attention and treatment you’re getting now. You roll your hips seductively, riding Andy faster and letting out louder, shameless moans, moving one hand up to curl your fingers into his hair and tug. He groans happily, using one hand on your hips to practically move you up and down himself, his other hand traveling up to play with your bouncing breasts. “Shit, Y/N, you look so fucking sexy like this,” he growls in complete desire, leaning in and kissing you roughly. You’re more than happy to occupy his lips with your own, whimpering into his mouth from how deep he is inside you- you’re already so sensitive from everything that’s happened, but you’re greedy and still want more.

Lucky for you, Andy has both stamina and endurance, and he sure as hell wants to make sure he pleases you more than his brother. You lean over and grab the headboard, breasts pressed against his chest as you move your ass up and down, ready to ride out your orgasm as your cries of pleasure bounce off the walls of the lavish guest room. Ransom’s groaning just from watching you, pumping harder as he grits his teeth. You finally release all over Andy’s cock, Andy soon after as he lets out a husky, hoarse groan, hands gripping your hips tight so he can cum inside you just the way he likes. Of course, you’re on birth control and both of you trust each other- Ransom, on the other hand, is another story.

“You- you,” you gasp out, cheeks flushed as you slowly get off Andy, looking at Ransom with red cheeks, “you have to use a condom, got it? We made a deal.” The man rolls his eyes, clearly having hoped you would forget, but goes over to the nightstand and opens the drawer. “Come on, now, babe, don’t kill the mood. I got it right here, alright?”

Andy leans back against the headboard, admittedly impressed with the fact that you’re still going. Even you’re shocked- you can feel that you’re getting exhausted, but you suppose it’s pure adrenaline running through your system now, the thrill of a threesome still new and exciting. Even if the circumstances aren’t ideal. You’re panting as you watch him put it on his long, thick shaft, your teeth finding your lower lip. “How do you wa-” you start to whisper, but the man comes right over and pushes you down on your back, lifting your legs and pushing them back so that your ankles are practically by your head.

“I knew a young little thing like you would have some flexibility,” he growls with a dark smirk, biting on his lip harshly just from the sight beneath him. You peer up at him with “innocent” eyes, though you’re a bit turned on by the way he’s positioning you like a little doll. “Well? What are you waiting for? Fuck my brains out, just like you wanted.”

He doesn’t have to be told twice. He thrusts into you roughly, making you cry out from the way his thick cock stretches you out. Andy’s watching warily though aroused at the same time, his blue eyes remaining on your facial expressions, oddly loving the sight of how pleasured you are- even if it’s from a man he despises at the moment.

“Shit! So… fucking… tight! God damn, baby girl, you feel like a fucking dream. You like my big dick in you, huh, kitten? That feel good?” Ransom smirks wickedly as he stares down at you, his hips bucking forwards harder and faster; you can only moan loud and high pitched as your hands fly to your sides to grab the bed sheet, clenching so tight your knuckles are white. Part of you feels guilty if you were to actually moan his name, and so you refrain from it- but of course, he isn’t satisfied with this.

“Now come on, baby girl, use your words,” he grunts with his cocky smirk, hips slamming against yours. “Here, let me help you out.”

Before you know it, he has you on your side, facing away from him while he’s fucking you from behind. One of his hands holds your leg up in the air, the other wrapping around to play with your breasts and pinch your sensitive nipple. He leans into your ear, mumbling, “Oh, wait just a minute. You’re a naughty little girl, huh? You like to be choked.”

His hand moves up to wrap around your neck, gripping tightly as his hips move harder and faster. You widen your eyes, letting out whimpers and whines of arousal, rolling your hips back against him to allow him in even deeper. “Mm…! Mm,” you can only let out slightly strained hums, your eyes closing and your lips remaining parted, panting heavier and heavier. When he uses his other hand to rub your clit, you lose it. “Ransom! Ransom, I’m going to cum!” you nearly scream, and he chuckles weakly, jawline clenched in complete focus as he fucks you even harder. “Fuck… me too, kitten, go ahead and cum for me!!”

You release with a loud gasp, eyes nearly rolling back. Ransom cums as well, finally pulling out and scoffing as he straightens himself up again, staring at you with a smirk. “Damn. You make an excellent little fuck doll, babe, that was hot as hell.”

Andy can’t help but stare at you, his perfect little sugar baby completely worn out. You simply move to lie on your back, staring up at the ceiling with wide eyes. You feel more buzzed than what any amount of alcohol has ever done to you, and he’s one-hundred percent attracted to that glow about your cheeks and the slow rise and fall of your bare breasts as you catch your breath. He roughly shoves Ransom aside so he can move closer to you, stroking your hair as he looks down at you. “You did so well, honey,” he murmurs deeply, leaning down and kissing you slow and passionate. You kiss him back happily, relishing in the familiar comfort and security now that you just want to cuddle, your gentle gasps for air occasionally breathing out.

Ransom gets himself dressed in the meantime, no longer interested in what’s going on. He takes out his phone, going to the video gallery and handing it over to Andy with a raised brow. “See? I’m not that bad of a brother,” he speaks with a smirk, and Andy rolls his eyes as he grabs it, standing up to get his briefs on. He deletes the video, searches the phone thoroughly to make sure there’s no copies, then looks up at him with a glare. “I need to see your laptop too.”

Ransom simply smirks but nods, glancing over at you while he replies to your brother. “Sure. Seems like you two are staying the night, anyways. Wanna have a drink, dear brother?”

Andy blinks and looks back at you, then can’t help but sigh fondly. There you are, completely passed out, holding the sheet in your hand with your nude body sprawled across the bed. He grabs his clothes, starting to put them on.

“One beer. Better be the good kind too.” He grumbles, pushing his brother out of the room and closing the door gently behind him so you can rest in peace and quiet.  

#ransom drysdale x reader #andy barber x reader #ransom drysdale smut #ransom drysdale imagine #andy barber smut

[whatifyouimagined]

Fica Comigo

Fandom: Harry Potter (época do trio de ouro) 

Ship: Draco Malfoy x S/N

GIF: nenhum gif que aparece aqui é de autoria minha

Avisos: 👅 e relacionamento abusivo por parte do pai do Draco + violência física e psicológica

Autor: @malfycs​ 

Link Imagine Original 

Pedido: “Draco x S/N. Eles namoram desde o terceiro ano. E o Draco quer que a primeira vez deles seja perfeita. Bem fofo mas bem hot também”

Sinopse: 

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O quarto estava silencioso, com um ar tenso e desconfortável. Não era a primeira vez que você jantava na mansão dos Malfoy, e com certeza não era a primeira vez que você escutava os insultos do Lucius sobre você, mas as palavras dele sempre conseguiam rasgar o seu peito como facas toda vez que você as ouvia.

Você conheceu o Draco logo no primeiro ano, e dizer que vocês dois se odiavam era um eufemismo. Vocês realmente não suportavam um ao outro. Especialmente quando você foi pra Grifinória.

Entretanto, quando vocês chegaram no terceiro ano, o ‘relacionamento’ de vocês tinha começado a mudar pra pequenos sorrisos e provocações aqui e ali. Ele tinha sido o primeiro a demonstrar sentimentos por você, quando te levou pra Torre Astronômica no meio da noite, quando viu você estudando na biblioteca. Ele, num ato que te pegou completamente de surpresa, te beijou gentilmente antes mesmo que vocês pudessem conversar.

Daquele dia em diante, vocês dois se tornaram inseparáveis. E o pai dele não aprovava isso nem um pouco.

“Pai, por favor! Já se passaram dois anos e...“, Draco tentou te defender, mas o pai dele o interrompeu batendo sua mão na mesa e silenciando todos que estavam presentes.

“Como você ousa falar assim comigo!? Eu sou o seu pai, é você que tem que me escutar!“, Lucius disse se levantando, pegando o Draco pela garganta e o colocando contra a parede. Um grito de desespero saiu da boca de Narcissa e da sua enquanto o corpo de Draco era jogado contra a parede.

“Lucius, não!“, Narcissa gritou, tentando fazer com que soltasse o seu filho.

Sabendo que qualquer coisa que você disesse só iria pior a situação, você apenas colocou sua mão em um dos ombros de Draco, pra que ele soubesse que você estava ali por ele. Ele murmurou e fechou os olhos. Não tinha nada que você ou a mãe dele poderiam fazer. Lucius ia parar quando ele quisesse parar.

Alguns instantes pareciam horas, até que Lucius finalmente se conteve. Draco finalmente respirou aliviado e imediatamente se virou pra você. E você só soube que deveria abraça-lo o mais forte que conseguisse, pois situações assim o abalavam fortemente. Ele queria sair dali, você conseguia sentir isso. Então você apenas balançou a cabeça para Narcissa, ignorando Lucius completamente antes de ir em direção a porta da mansão dos Malfoy. A noite estava fria e escura como nunca.

“Tá tudo bem, Draco, Nós vamos embora”, Você susurrou enquanto fazia carinho no braço dele na tentativa de acalma-lo.

Ele assentiu com a cabeça, te olhando enquanto você tirava sua varinha do bolso. Você então a balançou no ar e imediatamente vocês desapareceram dali, reaparecendo no seu quarto. Assim que ele avistou sua cama, não quis saber de mais nada e já foi imediatamente levantando as cobertas pra se aconchegar embaixo delas.

You furrowed your eyebrows, everything that just happened still processing in your mind, but you couldn’t completely subside the anger in your blood until you heard the broken crack in Draco’s voice as he called you over.

“Come here, love. Please…” He whispered, reaching out for your arm. He managed to get a hold of your elbow, just enough to pull you onto the bed with him.

You sighed, avoiding his gaze and cuddling into his chest.

“That wasn’t meant to happen.” You whispered. your voice wavering against your own will. All you could see was the fear in Draco’s eyes as his father began to get violent. It was utterly terrifying. “I was so scared of what he would do to you.”

Draco wound his arms around you, rubbing circles into your spine. It was relaxing, but the nerves in the pit of your stomach had not disappeared.

“It’s alright, Y/N. He wasn’t going to hurt me.”

You could tell he was lying by the sudden shake in his hand. You shook your head.

“He was. He was going to hurt you, and he would have done it because of me. Because even the slightest thought of me being there for you longer than he would like angered him so much that he would hurt you. And he would’ve done it because of me-”

“Nonsense!” Draco pulled away, looking into your eyes. “If he were to really hurt me, he would lay a hand on you, because nothing will hurt me more than losing the love of my life. Nothing would affect me more than having to bear the thought of living without you, without the only part of me that hasn’t been corrupted by blood and nightmares and destinies I never asked for. Me, right here, this is my destiny. Me, beside you. That… that is my destiny.”

Your lip began to quiver, his words reaching your heart in tons. You reached up to weave your fingers through his hair, pushing his head against yours and connecting your lips with his. It wasn’t the first time you and Draco kissed, and it surely would not be the last, but this kiss was different. This kiss was passionate, filled with love and desire and destiny all in one. You and Draco were meant for each other. Nothing would separate the two of you.

“Y/N.” Draco muttered against your lips as you had suddenly climbed atop of him, your hands moving down to the hem of his shirt.

You pulled away from him in question, furrowing your eyebrows. His thumb brushed gently against your cheek, his eyes showing nothing but concern.

“Before we get ahead of ourselves-” You already knew everything he was going to say, so you immediately cut him off.

“Don’t worry…” You whispered against his jaw, sucking softly onto the skin. Draco sighed at the feeling. “I want this.”

Draco’s eyes suddenly widened, and he pulled away and cupped your cheeks, looking straight into your eyes.

“This is big, Y/N.” You nodded, knowing what you were getting yourself into. But it was worth it. Draco was worth it.

“I know, Draco.” You averted your eyes, your hands going to the hem of his jeans.

Draco had other plans as he pushed your hands away and flipped you so you were lying under him, catching your attention and cupping your cheek.

“Are you sure?” He asked softly, placing his forehead against yours.

You gave him a small smile, the nerves in the pit of your stomach suddenly growing. But you were sure you wanted this. You wanted it more than anything in that moment, and nothing was going to stop you. Not even Draco’s father.

“Yes.”

That was all Draco needed before softly planting his lips onto yours, his hands flat beside your head to prevent his weight from crushing you. This kiss was more intense, hands roaming everywhere. You stopped at the belt buckle of his jeans, slightly hesitating, causing Draco to pull away.

Was this okay? Were you starting this off all wrong?

Draco noticed your eyes, and as if being able to read your mind, he whispered softly through the warm air in the room, “It’s okay, love. Keep going.”

You nodded, your hands fumbling with his belt. You were so nervous that you couldn’t even unbuckle it. Your cheeks began to burn as a soft chuckle escaped Draco’s lips, his hands covering yours and guiding you.

He looked back up at you as you got the hang of it, a loving smile on his lips. “Relax, Y/N. You know I’d never hurt you. You have nothing to worry about.”

“I know.” You insisted before finally pushing his jeans down, Draco helping by kicking them off to the side of the room.

Draco went back to peppering kisses upon your lips, his mouth roaming to your neck. His hands slid up to your waist, and he tugged on the bottom of your shirt, signalling that he wanted it off.

You took the hint, immediately sitting up and removing your shirt so that you were now just in your bra and skinny jeans. You rushed to get your jeans off, and Draco followed by removing his shirt. Draco smiled softly, keeping his eyes on yours the whole time, not once ever looking anywhere else in fear of intimidating you. You noticed his actions and smiled comfortably.

He was so considerate and sweet, it was almost unbearable.  

You and Draco were now just in your undergarments, and Draco began to pepper kisses against your chest. You sighed, running your hands through his hair as he sucked on the skin right above your breasts.

Draco looked up at you, his eyes now a dark blue under the moonlight that peaked through the curtains of the room. Luckily you didn’t share a dorm with anyone, so you didn’t need to fear anyone walking in on you. Draco didn’t worry about a thing, just focusing on different ways to please you.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered against your stomach, stamping dark blue marks into your skin, making sure they will be there in the morning to remind you of this night.

Your cheeks flushed as you heard the rasp in his voice, the endearing tone clogging your senses. His right hand slipped under your back, and you arched up from the bed so he could unclasp your bra. You let him remove the white, lacy bra from your chest, freeing your breasts. You were so glad you decided to wear nice lingerie tonight.

Draco groaned at the sight above him, removing his lips from your stomach. He moved up your body, his hands close to your breasts. He looked up at you in question.

“Go ahead, Draco. We’re not stopping now.” You urged him, placing your hands over his and setting them on your breasts. He took a minute to process what was happening before beginning to rub gently, your breath hitching in your throat. He massaged you for a bit before deciding to put his mouth to good use, his lips wrapping around your left nipple and suckling it into his mouth.++

A soft moan escaped your lips, your hands slamming against the bed and body arching into his touch. His eyes fluttered closed at the sound, twirling his tongue around your nipple and flicking softly. You gasped, gripping the bed sheets and squirming underneath him. Draco removed his hand from your right breast, replacing it with his mouth and repeating his attack.

Your breath began to quicken. If he was effecting you just by this, you could only wonder how you would feel when the real thing started.

 “D-Draco.” You called, catching his attention, his mouth making a popping sound as he removed his lips from your breasts.

 “I-Is this okay? Was I too harsh? D-Did I do something wrong?”

 You shook your head at him, bringing him to you and sharing a feverish kiss. He sighed against your mouth, his hands massaging your hips, rubbing gentle circles over the bones.

 “I want more. I want it now.” You whispered, only slightly startling Draco by your words.

 He pulled away from you, freezing. “A-Are you sure? I-I don’t wanna start something you might regret.”

 You immediately shook your head, caressing his cheek and running your fingers through his hair. “I’d never regret this, Draco. I trust you more than anyone. Please?”

 Draco eyed you for a moment, just in case he sensed any hesitation, but he found nothing. So he nodded, looking between your bodies.

 “I-It’s gonna hurt… but I just want you to know that I’m here when it does, and that you can tell me to stop. Just say the word and I’ll stop everything. Okay? Can you promise me that?”

 You smiled softly, nodding. “I promise, Draco.”

 One last reassuring nod, and Draco’s fingers began slip under your panties. He stopped for a moment, looked up at you in question to which you assured him, and slipped them off and down your legs.

 You were now completely bare in front of Draco, and his eyes twinkled in admiration. Slowly, he opened your legs and bit his lip at the sight of your already wet pussy. You noticed this and subconsciously closed your legs tightly, to which angered Draco.

 “Don’t.” he insisted, pushing them apart again and rubbing circles on your inner thigh. You were utterly beautiful to Draco, and he didn’t want you hiding yourself from him. You didn’t have to, and he wanted you to know that.

 He bent down to place a feather kiss upon your knee, slowly trailing up to where he was kissing your inner thigh. Your breath caught in your throat the closer he got to your core, and you waited in anticipation for when he finally did. But he never did, for his kisses completely passed exactly where you needed him to your other thigh.

 “D-Draco. Don’t be such an arse. Either give me what I want, or stop playing and let’s get to business.” You demanded, threading your fingers through his hair as you felt him smirk against your skin.

 “Anything to make you happy, princess.” Draco chuckled before finally placing his lips against your core.

 You gasped loudly, tightening your grip in his hair and squirming. He placed a hand over your stomach to hold you down as his tongue began to assault you, tracing figure eights against your clit.

 “F-Fuck!” You yelped as he traced his tongue between your folds, his thumb replacing his mouth over your clit, putting pressure there.

 You could already feel the pit of your stomach tightening, but it was too soon. Too, too soon. It couldn’t happen just yet, you needed to hang in there.

 But it felt so good.

 “Love.” Draco called for you, calling for your attention.

 You groaned in frustration when Draco removed his mouth from your pussy, slowly licking his lips.

 “W-What is it, Draco?” You stuttered, hardly able to concentrate on your words, but you somehow managed to get a full sentence out.

 “I-I can do something else. But it might hurt and feel odd at first. I need your permission. I won’t do it if you don’t feel comfortable with it.”

 You already had a feeling about what he was talking about, and your stomach tightened even more in anticipation. You nodded quickly.

 Draco reconnected his mouth with your clit, causing a harsh gasp to escape your lips. The hand that was massaging your clit just moments before moved from above your body to between your legs.

 Draco placed a quick kiss on your inner thigh before going back to your pussy and gently tracing your hole with his index finger.

 You hissed, digging your hands in the sheets. Incoherent words escaped your lips as Draco began to push his index finger into you, and you threw your head back in pleasure.

 Loud moans escaped your lips, and you were grateful that the walls at Hogwarts were as thick as the wall of China in that moment.

 Draco watched as your body arched off the bed, his briefs tightening against his dick uncomfortably. He needed some kind of pressure as he curled his finger into your g-stop and a scream belted from your throat, so he began to grind his hips into the bed.

 A moan echoed from his throat, sending vibrations against your core, your breath catching in your throat and your grip tightening on the sheets.

 You looked down to see Draco grinding against the bed, and you reached to tap his head, signaling him to stop.

 He pulled away from you with a pop, slowly removing his finger from you and locking it clean.

 “Come here.” You commanded, grabbing his chin and giving him a sloppy kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. You moaned against his mouth, wrapping your legs around his waist and rotating your hips.

 Draco instantly groaned, his mouth dropping open at the action. His head dropped into the crook of your neck, his lips peppering hickey’s upon hickey’s on the skin as you continued to rub your bare core against him.

 You could feel him harden almost immediately, and you smiled triumphantly as you listened to the groans that his escaped his mouth every time you managed to rub yourself against him.

 “Y-Y/N… Bloody hell.” He moaned, grinding his hips against yours roughly.

 You ran your hand through his hair and pulled, igniting a growl from the back of his throat. You threw your head back at the sound, giving Draco more access to your neck.

 “Fuck it.” He said before pulling away and removing his briefs, his dick springing out and slapping against his stomach, obviously aching. “I can’t take this anymore.”

 You gulped at the size of him. Draco noticed the questionable stare, and he pinched your chin between his thumb and index finger, making you look him in the eyes.

 “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, my love. We can stop here, if you’d like.” His accent was thick and raspy, definitely a turn on.

 You looked back down at his dick, noticing the dark pink color, a bit of precum leaking from the tip. It looked as if he was almost in pain. You couldn’t leave him like that. And besides… You wanted this.

 “No.” You said firmly, wrapping your legs back around him, his dick slapping against your thigh, causing you to gasp lightly.

 Draco smiled. You were just so cute.

 “I want this, and I know you want it too. So let’s do it.” You said before wounding your arms around his neck, nerves coursing through your veins.

 Draco’s deep-sea blue orbs bored into yours before he nodded softly, placing a kiss on your temple.

 “Give me your hands.” He held his weight above you by his elbows, opening his hands for you.

 You furrowed your eyebrows, but obeyed him, intertwining your fingers with his before he pushed your hands against the bed and steadied himself above you.

 “Now, this is gonna feel painful at first, but I need you to trust me. Now more than anything. But when you start feeling pain, just squeeze my hands, okay, Love? As hard as you need to, just squeeze. I promise I’ll try not to hurt you.”

 Your eyes burned already. He cared so much for you, he always did from the moment you two met, but you never knew just how much until now.

 This was a very special moment, a moment you won’t ever forget for the rest of your life. And you were finally ready to accept it.

 “I love you, Draco.” You whispered, your voice wavering and a tear slipping down your cheek.

 Draco immediately wiped away the tear, a smile making its way upon his lips.

 “I love you so much, my love. More than anything.” He pecked your lips a few times before adjusting himself against your hole.

 You felt him rub against you, shifting underneath his weight.

 “Ready?” Draco whispers against your ear, placing soft kisses beneath your earlobe.

 You nodded against him, your voice already fighting against you. But Draco knew what you meant, so he slowly pushed himself inside of you.

 Instantly, you winced and cried against his shoulder, your fingers tightening around his hands. The pain was excruciating, almost highly unbearable.

 Draco was afraid to move as he felt a wetness upon his cheek, knowing you were crying. Slight whimpers escaped your mouth and his heart broke at the sound.

 “M-Maybe I should-” Draco began to pull out, but you winced and stopped him.

“N-No! Stop! Just- Just move. Please!” You begged, digging your nails into Draco’s knuckles as he began to thrust slowly in and out of you.

He was afraid to fully remove himself from your core, but sooner or later, the pain subsided and turned into pleasure. Your cries of pain were now soft cries of pleasure as Draco thrusted softly, still fearing that if he went any faster, he might hurt you.

“Draco…” You removed one of your hands from his, placing it on his back and squeezing. “F-Faster. Please.”

Draco obliged to you commands, creating a steady pace inside of you, hitting a certain spot every time that made your roll your eyes to the back of your head.

You dug your nails into his back and dragged your hand down, leaving like red scratch marks against his pale, milky skin. Draco grunted, snapping his hips faster.

“Fuck, princess, you feel so good.” Draco moaned, placing his lips upon yours and sharing a rough kiss. “So, so good.” he mumbled against your mouth.

You moaned into his mouth, gasping when a sudden snap of his hips hit a spot that made your legs go weak. He had found your g-spot, and continued to create the same movements, watching as you screamed and the your head back, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

Sweat began to coat both of your body’s and the only sounds in the room were the slapping of skin, both of your moans, and the creaking of the bed.

Pressure began to build in the pit of your stomach again, and you knew you were close to orgasming. You dragged your nails against Draco’s back once more before trying to create a coherent sentence.

“D-Draco- OH! Fuck, I’m so close!” Draco’s hips snapped faster, his thrusts becoming sloppy.

You felt his dick twitch inside of you, and you knew he was close to finishing too.

“I know, my love. Me too. Come with me, Y/N.” Draco suddenly slipped his hands between your bodies, placing his thumb over your clit and putting pressure.

He rubbed in fast circles, and you screamed, arching your back off of the bed, your orgasming hitting you like a pile of bricks. The sensation of you clenching your walls around Draco’s member sent him over the edge, his dick pulsing once more before he emptied his load inside of you.

You both rode out your highs, Draco thrusting lazily inside of you before slowly pulling out, causing you to wince.

He plopped down beside you on the bed, completely exhausted. You turned to your side, slightly wincing at the pain between your legs, and faced Draco, noticing a lazy smile on his lips.

“What is it?” You asked, tracing your finger over his chest.

A deep chuckle resonated from his chest, the sound vibrating against your ear as you placed your head upon his chest.

You listened to his heart beat before hearing him whisper something.

His voice sounded light, but his words held a deeper meaning. He knew a storm was brewing and he just needed to be reassured of one thing before the storm finally arrived.

“I love you, Y/N. More than anything. And whatever happens… just promise me you’ll stay with me. Promise me you’ll stay with me and never give up on me. Can you promise me that, my love?”

You nodded against his chest, a lazy smile on your lips.  “Always, Draco.”

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Lavender Eyes - Glimmerdora - Ch5

Title: Lavender Eyes

Chapter: 5

Word Count: 4119

Summary: Adora’s on the football tem. Glimmer’s in band. They think they can’t stand each other, until a series of accidents forces them to open up to each other.

Note: This is also available on Archive of Our Own and it’s probably best to follow it there, as I remember to update it more. I would post a link, but then tumblr wouldn’t include it in search results.

5

Adora revelled the in the feeling of the ground underneath her boots. Of kicking up mud and grass with her feet. Of pumping her legs as fast as they could go and of feeling herself flying across the football pitch.

Of that swooping feeling in her stomach as she threw the ball in her arms and it soared over the goal post. Knowing that they were winning – they were crushing the other team, because of course they were – they were the horde.

And when the bell rang for full time they had won. A complete and utter victory and the girls were jumping on each other like excited teenage boys. Adora slipped away, pulled her helmet off and grabbed one of the megaphones from under the bleachers.

“Obviously it’s great that we won!” she yelled and realised everyone was watching her. When she was playing, she didn’t think about it. There was her and the game and that was it. Now there were eyes on her and it made her heart race. Made her knees shake and her hands shake on the megaphone. “But – uh – I’d also – I want to thank the band!” There was silence. She felt Lonnie and Catra glaring at her from behind. “They’re – you know, they work really hard and they do a good job and – especially the girl who plays the gold trumpet thing-”

“Trombone!” Bow’s voice yelled from the bleachers. Thank fuck for that boy and his mind-reading.

“Trombone! Thank you! Yeah – thanks, guys!”

It was not how she wanted it to go. Not how she had planned it out last night, going over and over the words in her head.

She just awkwardly handed the megaphone back to the guy in the front row, a sweaty blonde kid that she had seen hanging around Lonnie lately. Then she nodded and took a few steps back on her own momentum.

There was a pause – an agonising pause – then the celebrations continued. Adora just smiled and nodded again – wanting nothing more than to shrivel up and die. She couldn’t even look at the bandstand, she was already crossing the pitch to the showers.

“What the fuck, Adora?” Catra grabbed hold of her elbow, pulling her around. Her hair was even messier than it normally was.

“Just thought I’d say,” she said, pulling her arm away.

Actually, Adora thought she’d made things worse. She showered – actually showered and changed into a spare pair of jeans and a fresh t-shirt. She was just towelling off her hair when she noticed someone else in the changing room. Someone sat with her back to her, in a top that showed off her shoulder blades.

With pink hair.

Pink, spiky hair.

“What was that meant to prove?”

“It  was – it was only part one of me seeing that I’m a huge dumbass.” Adora said.

Glimmer snorted. She turned slightly, smiling.

“A huge dumbass?”

“Don’t make me say it again.”

“Would that ruin your cool girl image?”

“Hey, my cool girl image is everything to me.” Adora shrugged. Then she shook her head. “No – no, that was a joke. That was-“ Glimmer raised an eyebrow at her, clearly wondering if Adora was suffering from some kind of aneurysm. She ran a hand through still damp hair. “It never really was – it was – I always felt comfortable just fitting in. Everyone had their ideas about me and I fitted them. But – now, I – I want happy.”

Glimmer paused. She looked confused – utterly confused and Adora realised that she had just garbled out words without explanation.

“I mean – I’m happy when I’m with you. And Bow.” Adora lowered her voice when she added, “mostly you.” She continued, still rubbing at her hair with the towel and feeling her cheeks heat as though she was still standing under the boiling hot water. “And I want to be happy. I don’t just want to – to go along with everyone’s image of me. So, I guess, um, I’m asking to go wherever the band go for fries and shakes because I want to. I really want to.”

“You want to go out for fries and shakes?” Glimmer asked, putting her hands on her hips and shifting her weight. She was still wearing her band skirt, and it flared out like flower petals from around her waist.

“Yes.”

“With wet hair?”

“Oh?” Adora’s hand went to her head. “Fuck, I hadn’t thought-“

Glimmer laughed. “Honestly, you were in there for so long that I thought you were trying to drown yourself after that announcement. Are you always that awkward?”

“I don’t do well with public speaking,” Adora said. But then she smiled, leaving the towel around her shoulders. “But I did get your attention.”

“Oh, you got everyone’s attention. No hiding the fact that you’re a band geek at heart now, miss quarterback.”

Adora’s heart leapt at that. For a brief moment, she considered changing her name permanently to ‘miss quarterback,’ just to hear it come out of Glimmer’s mouth. She knew she was smiling like an idiot – too obviously.

But Glimmer didn’t seem to notice, she was growing serious again, like she was scolding a puppy.

“You really mean that you want to hang out with us?”

“Yeah.”

“At school?”

“At school.”

“And what about Catra?”

The names she’d called Bow and Glimmer popped up in Adora’s mind. The way she had looked at Adora when she had figured it out. She couldn’t help it – “Fuck Catra.”

“Isn’t she your sister?”

“Yeah, but-” Adora tugged at the towel like it would give her answers. “Lately she hasn’t been so sisterly.”

Glimmer stayed looking at her a moment longer. Those lavender eyes trying to find out what Adora was thinking – read her like a book. She could read some of it, at least – the earnest part and the part about being friends.

Not the part about how Adora could see the edge of Glimmer’s bra strap under the back t-shirt. Not the part about how she would happily watch Glimmer talk and laugh and do literally nothing and still be over the moon.

Not the gay part.

“We can still do fries and shakes,” Glimmer said. “But we’ll do drive through.”

“That’s probably a smart idea.”

“I’m not just a pretty face.” Glimmer said and smiled, sending those eyes twinkling. She took Adora’s hand, slipping her fingers into hers like it was no big deal and starting out of the changing rooms. “Come on.”

So Adora did, incredibly relieved that for once she had showered. For once, she didn’t stick of sweat and for once she wasn’t covered in it. Now she just had to make sure that her hands didn’t grow clammy.

What did this even mean? This touching? Did friends hold hands. Adora was sure they did – that it was normal – but she didn’t normally hold hands with her friends. Was that just a football thing? Was she doing friendship wrong?

The questions swarmed around her head like she’d just whacked a hornets nest, so she almost didn’t notice her name being called as they walked into the parking lot. Then she looked up, and saw Lonnie hanging out the roof of her car.

“Adora! Get over here!” she paused as she saw Glimmer at her side, then frowned. “You weren’t serious about that band shit, were you?”

Glimmer squeezed Adora’s hand – as if she was scared she would let go. She probably expected her to let go. Adora took a breath and kept hold. It was easier to be brave when she knew Glimmer was on her side.

“Yeah, kinda,” she replied. It wasn’t as strong as she would have liked, but she also liked Lonnie and didn’t want to burn all of her bridges. “I got wet hair, so I’ll catch up with you later!”

“Where you going now?”

“Stopping off at Maccies on the way home!”

Adora was climbing into Glimmer’s car. She wasn’t about to acknowledge that to the team – not when Catra’s eyes were basically glowing in the darkness. Livid. Her face was livid.

Glimmer gave a laugh that sounded incredibly relieved as she started up the engine. Like she was trying to diffuse awkwardness.

“Just stopping off, huh?”

“Hey, I’m trying my best.”

“Proud of you.” Glimmer’s voice was still sarcastic, but there was a hint of genuinity in her voice.

Adora was the one who reached for the radio, switched it to CD and turned it up. She knew Glimmers car as well as her own now and she smiled as she heard the familiar mix of musicals.

“So,” Glimmer said, she paused as they went through a roundabout, turning so hard Adora slammed into the car door. “Another win for the Horde, huh?”

“Another win. This is gunna be our season.” Adora grinned. “We’re gunna win this whole thing.”

“Like you do every year?”

“Winning doesn’t get old.”

Glimmer laughed. “Winning is everything, huh?”

Winning is perfect.

"I guess." She heard it in her voice. A strange crack that she tried to cover up by clearing her throat.

It made Glimmer pause. They were close to the McDonald's now - Adora could see the golden arches.

"When was the last time you lost?"

"Don't remember." Yes, she did. She remembered. It was still in middle school, when they were playing a watered down version of the game. When she and Catra played netball and soccer and tennis.

When her coach had told them it was just a game and Catra had spat it back at Beatrix when she snapped at them.

They hadn't eaten that night. Hadn't been allowed to back to tennis because their attention was divided.

Glimmer was still looking at her out of the corner of her eye, but they were pulling into the drive through and a voice was asking what their order was.

Of course Glimmer asked for strawberry. And of course Adora asked for vanilla.

"So where to?" Adora asked, when Glimmer had pulled the paper bag into the car and handed it to Adora. The chips were warm on her lap.

"Nowhere, really," Glimmer was swinging back into the entrance to the leisure centre the MacDonalds sat in. She continued through to the parking lot, climbing each ramp until they were on the top floor, looking over the small collection of lights that made up the city. The forest made a dark shadow against the indigo sky.

It was like a teen movie. Adora's life was becoming a teen movie and she couldn't understand it.

There weren't any teen movies with two girls.

"Is this where I'm supposed to say it's beautiful?" she asked, sharing out the drinks and fries.

Glimmer laughed, twisting the straw of her milkshake around.

"Am I your manic pixie dream girl?"

Adora paused. It felt as though time had been suspended - as though her heart had stopped beating for a moment.

Of course it hadn't. Of course, in reality, she had hesitated.

And Glimmer had noticed. She bite her lip and looked out of the window, because suddenly there was tension that could be cut through with a knife.

Adora took a large sip of her milkshake - large enough to make her head and throat sore with brain freeze.

"Isn't your mum going to be worried about you?" Adora changed the subject.

"I texted her that I was hanging out with you and Bow."

"Bow's not here."

"I know," Glimmer paused, examining a limp fry between her fingers. "If she knew it was just us, she would turn it into something it's not."

Adora was desperate to ask. What was it not? She needed to hear the answer from Glimmer’s mouth. But at the same time, she knew it would hurt.

So she kept her mouth shut.

"What about your mom - sorry - foster mom."

"Mom is fine."

"I didn't know if..."

"If I was like some poor orphan in a Victorian novel raised by a evil stepmother I will never accept as a maternal figure?"

"Something like that," Glimmer muttered.

"I never knew my parents - never even went into care, really. Me and Catra have been with Beatrix since we were babies," Adora said. "How could I not think of her as my mom?"

There was quiet for a moment. Adora wondered if Glimmer was going to object - start an argument.

But instead she asked "so does she know you're here?"

"I told her I'm out with a friend."

She hadn't. She knew if she pulled out her phone there was a good chance that there would be a call coming through. She had put it on silent. Beatrix could scream but she wouldn't be able to break through the screen and ruin this. She'd deal with the fallout when she got home.

"I can't meet the parents yet?"

"It's not that - she-" hates pink hair. Hates drinking. Hates gay. Hates less than perfect."She worries. Gets all panicky if I leave Catra alone. If I hang out with new people."

"If you leave Catra alone?"

"She tends to get into trouble." Adora was reaching the end of her milkshake with all the sips she was taking to delay answering. This was close. This was too close to home. "You lied to your mom, okay? I'm allowed to lie to mine."

Glimmer laughed, but it faded too quickly for Adora's liking. She drummed her fingers on the dashboard, purple glitter nail polish catching the moonlight. The tiny stars of the city didn't compare to the stars in the nail polish.

Adora's stare was noticed. Glimmer pulled her fingers away from the dash self-consciously, instead eating the rest of her fries.

They sat in silence, but it was a comfortable silence. A silence where they could watch lights flickering on and off like someone fiddling with switches on a model. The radio hummed songs out quietly between them - saying that the best that they could do if they got caught between the moon and New York City was to fall in love.

Adora ignored it. Glimmer did too.

It seemed a long time before Glimmer finally turned the keys in the engine again.

"Well," she said. "I guess we should be getting home."

"I guess."

"We can't stay out here all night." Glimmer pulled out of the parking space. "I slept in a car once before and it was the most miserable night of my life."

Glimmer's most miserable night included a car and bad weather.

Adora's included screaming and crying and crawling into Catra's bed to hold her as she shook. No questions asked. No acknowledgement that it happened.

"When did you spend a night in a car?"

"The student council wanted to get pissed in a field. I opted to sleep in my car. Big mistake."

"What's the appeal of getting pissed in a field."

Glimmer glanced at her sideways. "I'll show you sometime."

Adora smiled. She couldn't help it. A thrill ran through her at the thought.

"I'd like that."

She'd like that a lot.

*

Sneaking in was worse than just coming in late. Sneaking in meant that Beatrix would still be calling whilst she was upstairs in bed. She had already phoned six times and had left a string of texts that got increasingly urgent.

It was the kind of bullet you just had to bite.

"Is Catra with you?" was the first question she was asked. Beatrix was worrying away at her fingers in the living room.

Adora hated that it sent a rush of relief through her. She wasn't the one in the dog house.

"No - no, she must still be out with the girls."

"Call her, will you? She won't answer me and she's down by the river."

Adora's hand paused on her phone.

"How do you know that?" she asked quietly.

"Its an app. So I can make sure the two of you are safe. Call her, Adora, you know how much she hates the water."

Adora did know. She was the one who got hit by Catra's flailing limbs at their swimming lessons.

So there was no way Catra was in the river.

"You have an app that tracks us?" Adora stared at the dark hair, covering a pale face and leaking over pale hands.

"Every parent should know where their child is." Beatrix stood, took Adora's shoulders so tightly that her fingers dug in. "Call. Catra."

So Adora did.

It took Catra a while to answer.

"Hey, Adora." Catra sounded as if she was purring down the phone. "Got bored of your new friends already?"

"Catra, where are you?"

"Oh, I didn't think you cared." Catra was slurring her words and it made Adora's stomach drop.

Beatrix's eyes were boring into her. She couldn't look up.

She whispered as quietly as she could, "Catra, are you drunk?"

Beatrix heard. The phone was out of Adora's hand in the next instant.

The line went dead as soon as Beatrix started speaking.

She threw the phone. So hard that Adora was sure it would have cracked on the threadbare carpet. It made her swallow, try to breathe, keep looking at the carpet as if it would make her invisible.

"Why weren't you with her?" Beatrix hissed.

"I didn't want to. I didn't want to get drunk." She was lying. She was desperate to know what drunk felt like.

"Did you know she would be drinking?" Beatrix had stepped closer. Close enough to make Adora's hands tremble.

"No - no." Adora shook her head, clenching her fists. She didn't want to say it, but there was something about Beatrix that always made her say it. Something about the tightness in her chest that forced the words out. "But I knew she had been."

"And you didn't stop her?" There was a quiet fury behind the words.

"I can't say no to Catra." Adora whispered.

She felt a cold finger on her cheek. Hadn't even realised she had been crying, but Beatrix was wiping away a tear. It had softened her expression. Turned her from monster to mother.

"Oh, Adora, I know." Beatrix was cradling both of her cheeks now, as if she was taking hold of a precious jewel. "Catra is a natural born troublemaker. Not like you."

Adora let her head be tilted down, let Beatrix kiss her forehead. This was not the storm. This had been what the calm before it had been like. Sitting in front of the sofa whilst Beatrix plaited her hair. Treated it like gold instead of tugging it.

It was how Adora had wanted it to go back to. It made her remember that she loved Beatrix. That she was still her mom and she still loved them. She was human.

She was human but she had an app that told her exactly where Adora was. An app that told her Adora had been going to (!!) and (!!) and that she had been sat in a parking lot for the last hour and a half. That wasn't good. That was an invasion of privacy.

But Beatrix had said all mothers did it.

She would have to ask Glimmer.

She didn't want to. A part of her knew the answer - that it wasn't right. But what was she supposed to do about that? She couldn't change anything.

Beatrix was Beatrix and nothing would change that.

Her phone was still on the floor. Untouched. She snuck it to her with her foot and sat on it whilst Beatrix finished plaiting it. Adora hated her hair in a brand. She used to love it, but now it just made her look more like an egg than ever.

But then she could make an excuse. Then she could dart upstairs and pull her phone from her pocket. The screen was cracked, a black cloud on the inside of the screen.

And when she reached her room, she found a text from Glimmer. A 'hope you didn't get murdered by your mum' message followed up with a monkey emoji covering its mouth.

Adora wanted to say something witty. Something witty and funny that would make Glimmer smile at her phone. Instead, it was all she could do to reply 'hope you didn't either,' before she was loading up Catra and typing out just how pissed Beatrix was at her.

Catra replied with a string of shrugging emojis and a 'guess I'm coming through your window tonight.'

The thought crossed Adora's mind that she could simply lock the window. Then Catra wouldn't be able to get in. But Catra was her sister. That came first.

It didn't stop her from pretending to be asleep when she heard her window open. She had slid her phone under her pillow, the latest text from Glimmer lighting up her screen.

Catra barely made a sound when she clambered through. Adora held her breath, assuming Catra would just pad doubtlessly through the room.

She didn't. Instead she stepped over to Adora's bed, leant by her ear with breath that smelt like beer.

"Hey, Adora," she whispered, stirring the hair around Adora's ear. It made her stomach leap, but she stayed frozen. "Team's pretty pissed that you skipped out on us for a band geek."

She seemed to wait for a response. She didn't get one.

"Then again, it's been much more fun since you left. There was no way we would have drunk and smoked with you around. You're 'perfect Adora,' after all." Catra paused again. She seemed to believe that Adora was asleep, because with a feather light touch, pulled a stray hair off of Adora's cheek. Her face was close, so close Adora wondered if her lips were going to graze her cheek. "Perfect Adora."

Then Catra was gone and Adora's eyes were open.

That hadn't happened before. Catra had never called her that in such a low voice, either completely mocking her or completely affectionate. Adora couldn't figure it out. She couldn't figure Catra out. They weren't touchy-feelly people. They weren't the kind of people who braided each other's hair.

Yet Catra had touched her. Like that.

She didn't reply to Glimmer.

She barely slept. Then brought a huge mug of coffee in for Catra at two in the afternoon. It still woke her, but she accepted the mug from Adora's hands and sat bundled in her duvet. Only her eyes peeked out from beneath a mass of hair.

Nothing had happened. Nothing had happened that Adora would admit, anyway.

"Hanging?"

"What do you think?"

"I don't have any sympathy." Adora held her hands in the air. "You decided to get drunk."

"It felt great last night. It felt like flying. It felt like nothing could touch me."

"You haven't seen Beatrix yet?"

"Have I, fuck."

Adora pulled her foot underneath her as she sat on the bed. It had changed. As much as she hasn't wanted it to, something had changed. She just couldn't figure out what.

"She has a tracking app. On her phone."

"Fuck that."

"It said you were in the river."

"We went down to the waterfront, yeah. Sat under one of the trees with a crate. We made a small fire at one point, almost set the whole place aflame."

"I'm sorry I missed it."

"You wouldn't have liked it." Catra took a large gulp of coffee, the light returning to her eyes. Mismatched eyes, they had used to say. Catra had heterochromia - one brown eye, one blue. They always attracted attention, people staring at her for just a little longer when they first noticed. They were pretty eyes.

Catra was pretty.

"Maybe I would," Adora forced herself to reply. She would, she thought, if she wouldn't have to worry about Catra. About getting home. About studying. About making sure that Catra got home safe and thay Beatrix wasn't in a foul mood after.

She would if she was with Glimmer.

If she was with Glimmer of Bow, she could imagine wanting to get drunk. Enjoying getting drunk and having a good time.

Catra was looking at her as if she didn't believe her. She stared for a while longer, the asked, in a dry tone of voice, "don't you have studying to do?"

Adora did. Could have, if she wanted to get even further ahead.

She didn't want to. She didn't want to spend the weekend working. She wanted to try not working - to try beating the voices that told her she had to be productive every minute of the day. And there was only one person who would be able to help her do that.

Adora had sent the text before she had even left Catra’s room.

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Encounter and Brandishing

Dear Lockey, Entry 4

I have decided (partly because I don't really have answers and also because I'm grappling with an existential crisis) to quit speculating. The only way to gather more information is to live in the present and prepare for the future. For this, I began doing the things I should've done before I began wondering the purple walkway(s?) of eternity. That is getting versed with what I do have. The results were both extraordinary relieving, painfully disappointing, and bewilderingly frustrating at the same time.

The first thing I did was figure how to get the fucking armor off. Before trying this, however, I moved to a point where the paths various directions created a kind of really shitty pyramid. That's a really bad way to explain that. What I mean is that below the main path I'm walking is a set of other paths that, because of their angles on which they expand, a flat-ish expanse of land is created. I have noticed that there are paths now that completely intersect and form crossways but if I waited to get a formation like what I have now with them, I fear I might be too far in but I'll explain reasoning about that later.

Now that I was in a safe place where if I fall it most likely won't be straight into the abyss, I began trying to get it off. First I worked on getting the breastplate off as it restricted my waist movement quite a bit. I did the obvious thing first, searching for some kind of lock or clip on the breastplate that keeps it in place. Sadly, much to my own disappointment, there was no such thing. Seeing as it was completely solid as well, there wasn't going to be a way for me to somehow pull my arm inside and just take it off like a shirt. Actually, this brings me to something I should've pointed out by now.

This armor actually covers joint points or easy/fatal areas like the neck. These points have a much more flexible substance over them, that despite them being still quite clearly crystalline, allows for minorly impeded movement and extra protection. Honestly, this is just like Sci-fi bullshit to me but If it protects me, I guess I can't complain too much about that. That being said, this only makes it even harder to get off once it's on normally. With it covering every inch of me with no openings, or obvious mechanics to put on or off, how do I?

The answer to that is magic...LITERAL FUCKING MAGIC! To be open here, I eluded to the Red Man, as I'm going to be calling him (despite wearing black), using magic to deflect my gun's shots but I didn't exactly believe in it. It being a forgotten art was just me saying in a really prissy way that it was mythology. Something only found in storybooks, but I guess not! I was being facetious about this all being heaven, hell, purgatory but now that I know that magic is real, it might be true. Though as I said, I'm done with the speculation for now, and I don't want to really think about where my soul's going if I do die.

What I had to do was directly "will" it off. It wasn't just enough to want it off, I had to concentrate on its dematerialization. Summed up wonderfully by, I thought about it and it went poof. In a sudden instant, the armor let out a quick shine before disappearing completely. This was the first time I got a clear look at what I was wearing underneath. I don't exactly know what I was expecting to be underneath or if anything was underneath at all, but there is.

The first lair was a basic black hoodie. I took it off and looked at it and it had some kind of white flakes on the back. I assume this jacket had some brand name or logo on it that over time came off. Besides that, there isn't any kind of major identifier. Underneath I had a sports tank top and of course bra. Following the sports theme, I had on sports leggings all of which were black. Under my leggings were a pair of hot pink panties. Also, still a regular human which is oddly comforting to confirm. So if anyone is to find this book alone and find a body later on, you can identify me by clothing if I still have it, just don't look further creep.  

Another important thing I needed to figure out is if I had some kind of direct weapon. After one happening this has become an increasingly important thing for me to have. Thankfully, since I now understand the armor, the secrets of this crystalline material was unlocked. Just as with taking on or off the armor, all I had to do was "will" my weapon to me. At first, it was a sword, which I'm not exactly adept with so I tried to change what it was and thankfully (and conveniently) it morphed into something a bit more conventional for me.

The energy that formed the sword separated then formed some kind of diagram around my hands. The diagram formed into a seal to sigil. Finally, it connected around my wrists with a quick glaze around my hand. Three diagrams then scanned over my hands and settled into position on my hands. The first and largest rested over my wrists. The second, smaller than the first, circled around my hands in the middle of my palms. The final and smallest hovered just in front of the tips of my index, middle, and ring finger.

How this weapon worked is unconventional to say the least. Obviously or maybe not, by how it looks, the attacks it's capable of being are very heavily ranged. It doesn't have any limitation on what kind of projectile it can produce. In messing around with it shortly I've managed to produce bow arrows, crossbow bolts, bullets, plasma blasts, and some weirder ones.

Depending on what I'm trying for the three diagrams will change. For a bow and arrow, the diagrams on my hand that holds handle move off and create the structure of a peculiar bow. The smallest acts like a crosshair, the middle one hovers over the string on where I'm meant to pull the bow and the largest like some kind of printer moves back and made the bow. Then I grab where I'm meant to draw the string and an equally weird arrow forms in place by the diagrams on my other hand. From there, it's like a regular bow. I aim, pull, and fire. Interestingly, while the speed on which the arrow fires is dependent on how far I draw back, drawing doesn't take any actual strength. I'll cover everything this weapon can do and how it works in its own extra entry.

Now another topic to move onto is, I've made quite a few mentions of, "if you are to find this book," and that's because I'm honestly not sure how likely it is that I'll make it out alive. The sounds of nightmarish creatures have only increased and I'm beginning to think I'm seeing them out on the horizon on other paths. Of course, just as I suspected, flying seems necessary to get around this place and almost all have had wings. Both interestingly and worrying, the only one I have seen directly is a creature on one of the other paths.

This happened on my way to find a safety net of paths to mess around with the armor. A path that nearly intersected into the path I'm walking upon further extension, to where mine and the other path were a distance apart, I saw a rather unpleasant creature. Just like everything else related to this place, the thing was purple but it was a much deeper and darker purple.

While the paths were a bright lavender and crystals a basic purple, the creature that I will call spider totem, Sp-tem for short, was a darker violet. While I call it a "spider" it actually had twelve legs. Ten really thick short legs were at its bottom and two very long legs extended from its shoulders. Each leg had some kind of stinger at their tips. I saw Sp-tem lift itself on the shoulder legs which showed the bulk of its body.

Once on the long legs, the body split revealing an eye. Unlike the monster in the Red Man's room which had a bastardized human eye, the Sp-tem's eye was very different. The sides of the eyes narrowed to a point. Moving inward the outline expanded outward a little bit before leveling out. Inside, near the corners of its eye, two dashes barely avoided collision with what seemed to be brackets. The brackets were the in-between points positioned about what the lines on a unit representing one third would be. The insides of the eyes had yet smaller brackets with the pupil at the very center of the eye.

The once legs positioned themselves into a hand. The fingers had the stinger points as fingernails, and all of which were the very same length. From the top and bottom of the core of which the eye centers tubings came forth. Flagella barely hung out the opening at the front of the tubes. As for the core, exoskeleton lining detailed the body. Lines of the exoskeleton bulged out creating a diamond form with the tubes being the top and bottom points. Rock grinder looking tentacles lined its sides and spun from time to time. Next to the points of its eye, two noticeable pores pulsated with some thick viscous solution oozing out.

The encountered ended favorably as it merely stared me down as I moved past. Once I was a distance away it moved back to its original form and quickly scuttled away. It was weird, to say the least, but at least it wasn't horrible like the Red Man's things. I wonder how the encounter would've gone if I was on the same path as it. At this point, I hadn't learned how my equipment worked and didn't have a weapon. With the tentacles, it had a range advantage and its weapons were quite brutal, to say the least.

The Sp-tem didn't have any way to vocalize as far as I could tell so I doubt that it was what was making all the noise. This did confirm a few things that I was thinking since I got in here. First, nothing in this place will be something I can traditionally identify. Second, I'm far from the only thing in this place. Third and finally, real danger is afoot. As I get further and further in, I won't be able to write entries as frequently or long especially if the flying ones catch onto my existence. The likelihood of finding highly intelligent life is also high, judging from the complexity of the organism I just witnessed.

Oh, maybe I should explain what exactly spiders are because some might not be familiar with mythology. Spiders are a type of creature that existed back with the Precursor Humans. Back before the Extinction hit, be it a war, sickness, or parasite, humans lived on a planet called Earth. Very similar to Gee-Gerotous, Earth was a naturally inhabitable planet with its own kind of creatures. Out of all these creatures, Spiders were some of the most troublesome.

Before the advent of their advanced technology, Humans held a natural kind of fear of spiders. A common structure of spiders was that they had eight hairy legs and eight eyes. Some had six eyes but that wasn't the norm. They had an exoskeleton for their body. Most were generally small and lived in the corner or dark places were they would create a natural trap called a "web." However, many had natural poisons strong enough to kill humans or horrendously harm them.

An interesting group of spiders to note were a kind called "tarantulas" known for being large. From what information we have left from those times some of these things got larger than humans. There were a documented few that got larger than the average household and required military action to kill due to their danger. Needless to say, these creatures weren't something you would want to encounter big or small. If that Sp-tem was somehow based on old-time spiders, I'm glad I only encountered one that was human-sized and not that of a house. Then again, I'm not sure how something that big would get around on these tiny paths. What if further in there a larger paths that allow something like that to move around? Suddenly, I hate this place even more.                                                               … Dear Locket, Entry 4 Addendum

If there is such a thing as a household-sized Sp-tem in this place I had best be familiar with my weapon and document my findings. I didn't quite complete the explanation of what my weapon quite looks like. While dormant the weapon looks nothing more than like my hands were polished. Activation is noticed by the appearance of the diagrams in their respective positions. The diagrams moved in response to how my hands are positioned allowing for many more options of attack than that of traditional weaponry I know such as bows, guns, blasters, or crossbows.

As an example of how the diagrams respond, if I hold my open palm forward, instead of encircling my hands the diagrams equal with themselves in the same vertical line creating a seal. From there, how I direct my hand leads to different magical attacks. If I quickly sling my arm back then quickly launch it forward again three saws will launch forward on different paths which dissipate after about fifty meters. If I do the same motion but add an upward launch right after opening my palm, this will make one large saw instead of three medium ones.

While I haven't tried any elaborate movements, once again abyss, but I plan to try nonconventional movements if I ever get to a safer position. However, conventional weapons don't quite have the same question of threat so I tried to get similar results as the bow and I was pleased greatly when I did. Starting off, there's a crossbow. In order to summon the crossbow, I must straighten up my arms and sperate my middle and ring finger from each other.

The smallest diagram at my tips is once again a crosshair. The medium diagram expands and creates the limbs, the two extensions at the front of a crossbow, with the string pulled back. The large diagram creates a structure around my arms the functions as the bulk of the crossbow. This being the flight groove, trigger, latch,  arrow retention spring, barrel, and a few marks of the custom build by the magical nature of my weapon. A pair of goggles is also formed over my head that helps me judge where my bolts will hit due to the unorthodox nature of the crossbow.

Firing is weird and childish. I need cock-back my arm and push forward again. This method, however, makes this weapon very inaccurate because where I push my arms back forward is very rarely where I was originally aiming. While both cool and interesting, unless I'm fighting something that is an easy target I won't be hitting. Its range is very good though, easily going about one hundreds meters. For now, the simple bow and arrow are much more useful.

Next is guns. Guns are guns, and guns are cool. These guns are cooler. The first gun I tried was a simple handgun. By moving my hands into finger guns the large diagram quickly scans up my arms. This time the middle diagram created the main body with a thick metallic purple forming a trigger, handle, and barrel. The third diagram serves as the opening. Pulling the trigger lets out a fast burning purple pellet that combusts after a hard to judge distance.

That gun, however, isn't the only one I can make. If I hold my hands together and form and gun like that I get a drastically different result. The diagrams on both my hands merge together giving them much more energy to work with. First a barrel formes with some kind of compact front. From the bulk at the end of the barrel loose streams of energy leaks from them. The handle is made with the merged center diagrams. As a simple body is made, an elaborate scope is made starting with feathered wings attached at the back of the barrel.

A swirling diagram quickly spins with runic lettering inside. The wings expand revealing the sight then the bulk at the end of the barrel opens. The bulk is revealed to be what seems to be two small energy concentrator and four mini mini-guns. A simple pull of the trigger will let go a burst fire shooting three regular sized bullets, two small blasts of explosive energy, and a stream of many small pellets. The cock-back, however, is very rough with this thing and unbalanced me. Seeing what just one pull did though gives me hope about this thing but's that not all.

There is another variation of gun I've managed to summon with this thing that is some kind of automatic looking thing. Unlike the rest, this had a defined weight to it, at about fifty pounds. This was kinda surprising to me at first because nothing else so far, besides I guess the recoil from the previous guns, weighted anything. This did make kind of warry of the power this gun with release.

and those seem to be an automatic rifle (I'm not sure of build), and some kind of heavy anti-artillery launcher. Both of these weapons had noticeable weight. So far, these are the only things that have caused any form of strain against me. This wasn't light strain either. The automatic weapon weighted at least a good fifty pounds and the HAAL was around seventy or eighty. While it wasn't anything I couldn't lift, they weren't exactly something I can move with.

Now on to how the auto worked. I positioned my hands as if I was holding a rifle with my right hand out hold the foregrip with my left hand for the grip. The stock was one of the first things to form with my left-hand wrist diagram quickly creating. With light adjusting, I pocketed it into my shoulder. Its body was created with both palm digarmas meeting together. On its sides, crystalline metal strips that covered an energy core with streams of energy spinning around it seemed to be breathing. The three strips would lightly move closer to the body, coming together like a single strip only to move outward and extend out like wings.  

Two great crystals were locked at the top and bottom of the body running the length of the gun. The barrel of the gun was an assort of interlocked metallic pieces that, as soon as the gun began charging would transform. Three great plates in triangular coordination get to pull up, back, then lock. Then, where the new spaces are left by the out pulling parts, the in-between parts separate and form an energy loop spinning violently. The breathing wings and now forever out as mist pours from the core.

The two crystal at the top and bottom are then pulled in and judging from the horrendous sound shattered and ground. Two extensions similar to what was on the two hand handgun formation unlocked. I took in a deep breath, balanced myself, and fired. The two extensions at the very end of the barrel began spinning violently. Great blasts of plasma quickly expanding as the ground crystals were fired by extensions. I tried taking my finger from the trigger to give the gun a rest but the strength it was pushing at my body my jerking kept hitting the trigger making it go off for a few more shots.

To stop I had to relinquish the form. As the gun dissipated and the diagrams went around my hands a hellish pulse of energy surged through my body. It felt like I was being burnt alive. Molten iron pulsing through my veins. The pain made me collapse on to the path. Slowly my body cooled off but it may be a few minutes for it to end. I was trembling uncontrollably after that and I never wanted to experience that again. It was far worse than what the Red Man did to me before I blacked out. I can only guess the heat of the gun was transferred into my body showing the first cost of using these weapons.

#Update #Purple #Story Tag: New born Essence #Story Tag: Beginnings of Rapture #Story Tag: Locket account #Time tag: Uncertain #Area Tag: ?!? #Chapter 1: You were better off not knowing #The casting wires #Echo Echo #Am I who I think I am #Understanding Chaos #Birthing Chaos #Life Passage

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Floating Through Darkness

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Request : “A tom fic with 42. 59, and 75? I think this would be cute but take your time ofc“

»  “The way you flirt is shameful.”

»  “Is it really you?”

»  “Shut up and kiss me.”

Characters : Tom Holland x reader

Word count : 2k

A/N : I first wrote this in my native language before translating it, being obviously more comfortable with french words. I hope there’s a little change and it’s a little bit better than my other writings then. I also wrote this while listening to the new Being as an ocean album, it’s really chill so check it out I love this band. Well, my requests are still open and you can talk to me about anything on anon or not ! THANKS PEOPLE xx

Time seemed to have been stopped, et only the rain allowed itself to continue sliding against the air, drowning the grass and the roads in the surrounding area. You were sitting in front of the lake of your university, your jean surely full of mud up to your butt but you didn't care. It wasn't as if you intented going back to class then, you didn't fit in there. You were way too bad in every subject, and you couldn't manage to make friends. You were alone, everyday, all by yourself, having as your only companion your old phone and your long-standing friends, far, far away. You would have never believed that leaving high school would have been that hard, everyone told you life really beginned in collede. Then shit, if this was the start of you real life, then how would it end up ?

Nothing had a sense anymore today, separated from all that made you happy once. You didn't have your best friend anymore, she went to the US to study, and same for your other best friend who was more and more valued by many directors. Once, he was able to find some time for you at least for a few days, but since couples of months his schedule didn't allow him to take a break. It was impossible for him to take some time for you. Through text messages, you had made everyone believe everything in college was great for you, that you were happy and you spent your time having fun. But all of this was just lies, all of this was just false pretence so no one would be worried. They all rusted you, way too much concerned by their own life. Everything was vanishing.

How many nights had you spent crying in front of your room, empty of any life, watching through the window the shitty weather which was perfectly matching your mood and nostalgia. How much was it awful seeing all those groups of friends walking in the street laughing out loud, meanwhile you had trouble to simply smile. You remembered all this people all around the world, your old friends who might no event think of you while you were spending your time with your memories in mind. Tom and Harrison were the one you were missing the most, it was with this two guys you laughed the most your ass out, you weren't a girl who needed to polish her image while hanging with tem, you could be who you wanted to be, act as you liked it without having to worry about what they'd think of you then. It was with them you felt the more... You. But today they were only God knew where, maybe still in China, maybe back in Canada for shooting... Nor Thomas or Harrison had given you informations about their location, actually it had been few weeks you were on radio silence, but you obviously understood. They might be both exhausted and busy.

You sighed, throwing a pebble in the lake which rebound a few times you didn't count. You knew deep down inside of you you wouldn't take it until the end of the year, but you didn't know yet how you'd break down. A tear rolled on your cheek, a tear that went unnoticed since the rain was already flooding your skin. The world seemed to be set on pause and still the horizon was swirling around you.

“You'll catch a cold if you stay under the rain.”

You turned your head towards a familiar voice like no other. It was an hallucination, right, Tom couldn't really be standing right in front of you ? You heart missed a few beatings while you were busy scrutunizing the person facing you's face, this so spiecial someone who you missed as you never missed any other thing before.

“Is it really you ?” You feverishly asked. As a first answer to that question, he smiled.

“Wouldn't you prefer to go in a... drier place ?”

You instantly jumped on your feet, mud dripping along your legs, but fuck the filth had no importance there, not when he was finally here, few steps from you, steps you crossed the fastest you could until you found his arms back. How did he have done to arrive at the good time, right when you needed him the most ?

Neither of you undertook talking. The only thing that counted, it was your bodies against one another, your arms around his hips and his passing behind your shoulders. It was a hug so thight, so fueled on emotions, anyone who would have seen you would have felt the distress escaping from it. Tom kissed your temple without untying his embrace meanwhile you took advantage to snuggle up your head in his neck, his skin way warmer than yours, and reassuring.

“I thought you were filming, or on a press tour. Working...” You whispered lightly moving from his body so you were able to examine his face and every line forming it. You were close enough to him to notice his scar which sat prominently at the level of his former mole.

“I have a few days of free time. I told myself it'd be great to come visit you. But don't stay in here, ok ? Let's go to your place, safe from the rain.” You nodded.

The walk to your apartment was half silent, Tom understood by seeing you facing this lake that all wasn't going well as you were pretending so good, he understood you were hiding the truth, but he wasn't dumb enough to let you go with all your lies without real explanations. However, he didn't talk about this during the distance, he'd wait for you to be wrapped around your sheets, warm. He grabbed your hand in his, goosbumps going through his spine because of this freezing contact.

It needed almost an hour for you to be home and take a super hot shower. You left the bathroom with red cheedks and your first reflex was to grab Tom's arm around yours, as if you were holding him from leaving you again. Tom loved this contact you were offering him, he loved having found you back and the fact that you have both missed each other. He loved you.

Soon, The Lion King was playing on TV and you were lying on your bed wrapped around Tom's arms, your duvet over your wramed up bodies. Everything seemed so good, so perfect, you'd almost forgot the ordeal you daily lived in college.

“Are you planning on talking to me about it ?” Tom whispered.

“Talking to you about what ?”

Il te serra un peu plus fort dans ses bras, attristé de voir qu'il fallait te pousser à avouer tes maux. “Ce qu'il se passe réellement dans ta vie.”

He hold you a little thighter in his arms, saddened to see he had to push you so you'd confess your pain. “About what is really happening in your life.”

Your hear missed a rebound and you shook your head by reflex. “Everything's fine, Tom. My life is perfect. Let's just say I miss you all a bit, and I'd like us to be together like we have been for years, that's all.”

“I know when you're lying, Y/N.”

“If it was true then you would have talked to me about that a long time ago.” You sighed.

“So you admit it.” Thomas' tone was strangely calm, maybe he didn't want to get mad against you and impose you even more pain. You turned around to face him, you could seem distress in his eyes and could tell he was awfully concerned about your situation. “I wanna help you, Y/N. So tell me what is going on, you know I won't judge you.”

One of his hand went through your hair so he could put a strand of hair behind your ear, and suddenly the world seemed to be set on pause once again. You couldn't hear the songs of the movie unwinding anymore. “I can't do this. I'm struggling getting passing grades, I only succeed in three classes. I'm a loser. Here people don't like me, no one tries to know who I am. I just have this impression that I'm not good enough.” You pouted while your voice while breaking through the words. It was hurting you to finally admit it out loud. “I'm a real burden, Thomas, why does everyone do great but me ?”

He frowned in front of all those absurdities leaving your lips. Why on Earth did you think you were nothing, that people didn't need you ? His heart was breaking imagining the pain you could feel and he felt so sorry to not being able to detect your frustration sooner. Tom felt responsible for what you were going through all by yourself for a few months already.

“Hey, Y/N. You're not a loser, and you're not a burden, and you do are totally worthy. If this people don't like you, then it's their turn to be sad, because they are missing the best experience of their life.” He blushed. “They can go fuck themselves. We do not need them.” He took a breathe all knowing it wasn't the only subject you were terrified about. “And about your grades, it's that dramatic. A lot of people make wrong decisions while choosing their future, you're nor the first or the last one. If you're unhappy with it, then stop it right away, don't go any further into grief.”

You looked away, it seemed so easy when he said it. “But to do what ? I don't have any clue of what I want to do with my life !”

“Take a year to rest and recharge your batteries.” He shrugged before smiling, an idea going through his mind. “Travel with me.”

“Travel with you ?” A little laughed left your mouth, the idea was really pleasant. You pulled him closer to you and his hands instinctively went on your hips. “It's ridiculous.”

“Not at all ! That's what Haz already does, he follows me everywhere, just do the same. I'd be so happy to have you by my side. Because, well, the fact that I don't talk to you doesn't mean that I don't think about you, you know that. There's no day without your face going through my mind, or your laugh.”

Tom's eyes pushing through yours to the point you blushed. Shit, the idea was so, so, so pleasant, but wasn't it a mistake to give up ? You didn't really want to think about it now. “The way you flirt is shameful.” You tried escaping the discussion with a little touch of humour.

A smirk took place on his face. “I'm not flirting with you, not yet. But I could flirt with you everyday if you decided to follow me.” Disturbing, these words were disturbing. Tom blushed again, ready to expose his repressed feelings if it helped you make up your mind on what to do. “I could show you people love you, I could show you I love you.”

“Tom, I... Why do you...”

He shook his head, now afraid you didn't feel the same and feeling like a jerk. “No, no. Fo-forget about this, I'm sorry.”

“It's not that. I'm just afraid you're telling me this because you have pity for me. That would hurt me, I love you too.”

There was a silence. “Then stop arguing about that, just shut up and kiss me.”

You weren't so sure it was the best idea, but you thought why not. You had wanted his lips for years now, and he was finally giving his love to you. Plus, you needed it more than never before. You grabbed his cheek and came closer to him until your lips met for a first kiss full of sweetness and love. A kiss had never felt so right.

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  Last Saturday was the wedding of my dear friends. It was a beautiful ceremony where I really had a great time. To celebrate this day I chose to wear something made by my grandma. Everything she does to me is more than a piece of cloth, it’s a beautiful memory that I want to keep with me forever.

Well, the only thing that I knew was that I wanted a midi dress. Something simple, nothing too bulky. About the dress’s top, it was inspired by a photo that I found on Pinterest, after a lot of research. To stay more beautiful and comfortable and to avoid wearing a bra, I asked my grandma to put a breast support inside the dress lining.

The color. Since I consider that is not great to wear white or black at weddings and bright colors are not my thing (except red!), I found this light salmon that I really liked. It’s a really soft and beautiful tone.

The accessories’ choice was quite easy. Something simple with soft tones. This ivory tone clutch was borrowed by a friend and the shoes are from Zara. The fur coat was made by my grandma too but to my mom (a few years ago). I took it with me to avoid being cold and I only wore it at night.

I simply loved the final result. Better than I had imagined. The dress’ cut is harmonious and balanced. Here is it another masterpiece for the collection (thanks a lot grandma <3). Click in the following link to see more details about the outfit that I wore in the wedding – Wedding Outfit Movie .

I hope you like it!

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No sabádo passado foi o casamento de uns amigos. Uma cerimónia muito bonita onde me diverti muito! Para comemorar este dia resolvi pedir à minha avó para me fazer o vestido. Para mim, tudo o que ela me faz é muito mais que uma peça de roupa, é uma recordação bonita que quero manter sempre comigo.

Ora, a única coisa que eu sabia era que queria um vestido midi, com um pouco de roda mas nada demasiado esvoaçante e volumoso. Quanto à parte de cima do mesmo, depois de muita pesquisa, decidi-me por um modelo que encontrei pelo Pinterest. E para ficar mais bonito e confortável nesta zona e evitar o uso de soutien, pedi à minha avó para cozer dentro do forro um suporte para o peito.

A cor. Bem, dado que não convém ir de preto nem de branco, e dado que não sou muito fã de cores vivas (excepto o vermelho!), encontrei esta tonalidade ‘salmão’, muito clarinho, que gostei bastante. Um tom muito suave e bonito.

Quanto aos acessórios a escolha foi relativamente fácil, simplicidade e tons claros. Pedi esta clucth marfim emprestada e comprei estes sapatos na Zara. A capa de pêlo também foi a minha avó que fez, mas para a minha mãe (já tem alguns anos), levei-a comigo caso tivesse frio, acabei por usá-la só à noite.

Adorei o resultado final. O vestido ficou melhor do que tinha imaginado. O corte é harmonioso e equilibrado. E aqui fica mais uma obra de arte para juntar à coleção (obrigada avó <3). Cliquem no seguinte link para verem o vestido e os acessórios ao pormenor – Wedding Outfit Movie .

Espero que gostem!

T.

  What I Wore | Wedding Outfit Last Saturday was the wedding of my dear friends. It was a beautiful ceremony where I really had a great time.

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