🔸-catradora one shots-🔸

-bittersweet hauntings-

-angst catradora, sour language, slight abuse-

-requested by @ace_roosevelt , I hope this suffices!"

the blue eyed girlfriend entered their bedroom of their cozy house, revealing a lazy catra snoozing she was then admiring.

"you know, you're very cute when you're sleeping, right?" adora said as she tenderly played with catra's messy hair.

"mmm?" catra responded, still groggy from waking up, making adora's heart melt.

"awhhhh. can you stop being so effortlessly adorable? you're killing me here!"

catra giggled, muffled slightly by the silky blankets of their bed she was bundled up by. "I don't know how you do it, being a morning person. I hate waking up early."

adora chuckled lightly, "well, someone's gotta make sure the other isn't oversleeping again. plus, war doesn't wait for anyone. we're supposed to recapture some city and patrol today."

catra groaned, burrowing deeper into her pillow, "greeeat. looking forward to it."

"c'mon, catra, it's not all so bad," she insisted, "yeah, it's tiring, but you gotta do what has to be done," adora cupped catra's chin softly, "besides, being able to be and fight alongside you is one of the reasons that makes this worth it."

"pfhahaha!" catra playfully swatted at the hand adora was using, "you're such a cheesy dork."

adora chuckled, "ohh shut up, you know you love it."

adora then proceeded to plant multiple kisses onto catra's face, her cheeks, her chin, her nose, and then her lips, giving all of her face full attention with each quick peck.

catra couldn't help but giggle, "okay, okay! I'll get up; you've convinced me."

"that's the spirit. now c'mon! I already made sure to brew some coffee since I know just how you like it."

"oh?" catra raised her eyebrow as she turned around, putting on her iconic pants and shirt, then buckling the two straps that went around her waist. "you're the best, you know that, right?"

"awh, I try," adora said lovingly, glancing away embarrassed when catra finally turned around to find their eyes had met. 

they looked empty.

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I want this to stop. why does this keep going...inside my head? I want it to stop. it's taunting me, it knows I hate it, I hate it. I hate it!

I screwed up big time, and it's all my fault. why was I so blind when it was all so clear to me. I chose not to accept what I saw and I blew it.

those piercing eyes of pure blue ice. I can't stand myself. there's no going back, is there? she probably thinks I'm a total asshole. no, I know she does.

i don't want it be like this, I want to go back. i knew that though. I knew I didn't want this but I still fucking did it.

what the hell am I supposed to do now? I'm too broken. i've gone too far and I knew that but yet here I am, still complaining for something I know full well was a bad idea.

here I go again, my mind arguing with itself like I don't even know who I am anymore. i don't know who I am without her.

                                   ————

catra lay restless in the very bunk that was always so warm and familiar, yet now torn, cold and lonely.

she missed the space that adora took up, where they would chat and giggle for hours while the other cadets in the barracks grew annoyed and irritated. she thought she didn't need her, though. she denied it.