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sapphic music videos

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Girls Like Girls - Hayley Kiyoko

Night Go Slow - Catey Shaw

Dove - Pillar Point

What’s It Gonna Be - Shura

Jenny - BETS

A Little Death - The Neighborhood

Against The Night - Child Actor

Sausage - Honebone

Fifteen - Goldbroom

Higher - OZMO

Cri - Chemin

Eyelids - Pvris

Kaleidoscope - Courtney Act

Horizon - Luna Blake

The Happy Mess - Backyard Girl

Cool For The Summer - Demi Lovato

SEE - Potions

Love Is Coal - To Kill A King

Wherever We Are - A Human Life

Pure - Radical Something

Only A Girl - Gia

She Keeps Me Warm - Mary Lambert

Wild - Troye Sivan ft. Alessia Cara

Move On - Garden City Movement

Ghost - Halsey

Cliff’s Edge - Hayley Kiyoko

Closer - Tegan and Sara

She Likes Girls - Metro Station

Girls - Beatrice Eli

Explosion - Zolita

Bestie - Sizzie Rocket

Her Lover - Ally & Stevie

Addicted To You - Avicii

She - OBandCoProductions

Warm On A Cold Night - Honne

BWU - Tegan and Sara

Fire Escape - Love, Robot

Dots And Dashes - Silversun Pickups

Gravel To Tempo - Hayley Kiyoko

Clair De lune - Flight Facilities

Jenny - The Studio Killers

Holy - Zolita

Apologize - Matilda ft. OMVR

Sick of Losing Soulmates - Dodie Clark

SLEEPOVER - Hayley Kiyoko

Gravel to Tempo - Hayley Kiyoko

Invincible - Borgeous

On Your Side - The Veronicas

Fast Car - Jonas Blue ft. Dakota

Trapped


Everything went wrong. The plan that had been discussed fell to pieces the moment you had arrived. The enemy intel that you had been given had been incorrect. To top it off, you were trapped in the rubble of a building, with the one person you hated the most. James. Buchannan. Barnes.


“Load up team!” Steve announced. You had just shrugged over your mission jacket, the last part of what you liked to call your very own ‘super suit.’ While the rest of the team had their own style, you liked your combat boots, black cargo pants, and your favorite black jacket. You had it specially made to fit you perfectly and added lots of spaces to hide knives and guns inside. Some of the team had laughed at your outfit the first time, asking where all the weapons were, until you pulled out two guns, eight knives, two daggers, a lighter, and four mini explosive devices.


“Shotgun!” you called as you walked to the jet.


“No fair! You always get to ride shotgun!” Clint complained loudly as he followed behind you.


“Gotta be quicker next time old man,” you sniggered as you took your seat up front.


“You only get it ‘cause the Captain likes you best,” Clint huffed.


“Perks of having Rogers as your best friend,” you said with a grin.


You turned the seat around, and sunk down in the seat to play on your phone while everyone else began to board. You were too occupied with beating your current high score on Candy Crush, that you jumped when someone tried to turn your seat. The sudden movement caused you to move the wrong piece, screwing up your chances of beating your high score.


“What the hell!” you yelled at the person who turned you. You found yourself making a disgusted face at none other than James Barnes.


“Why are you here?” he said obviously irritated at you already. He was dressed for the mission, black mission suit, combat boots, a gun at his hip, and probably several knives stashed in his pockets. His hair was combed back, because he had finally cut the hobo mop of hair he had on his head off. Although it was still a bit long, you could still make fun of it. When he had cut it you had said, “Oh great, at least you’ll see yourself being stupid next time.”


“Why do you think genius? I’m going on the mission, duh,” you responded, your eyes practically rolling to the back of your skull.


“You’re in my seat,” he grumbled, rolling his head around like it was obvious that you were taking up his precious seat.


“Called shotgun, get in the back with the rest of the team,” you replied coldly, turning back around to play your game again. He huffed but you heard him reluctantly move to take a seat in the back. A moment later, Steve came and took his seat in the pilot’s chair.


“You know if you guys actually talked, you probably wouldn’t hate each other,” he said quietly as he began to switch on the controls.


“If we talked, I’d accidently murder him because he would piss me off,” you responded and you went through the preflight checklist with Steve.


“I’m just saying, you both have more in common than you realize,” Steve said, and he turned on the engines. You didn’t respond, thinking that the day you and James Barnes would ever have anything in common, was the day the world would end. Nothing could ever make you want anything to do with him. Ever.


You landed on the ground an couple hours later. The cover of night shielded you all as you came towards the main building. You could hear the sounds of guards in the distance, making their rounds around the compound. Natasha had gone ahead of the group and was doing her job of securing an entrance in the compound. As you pulled around to the meeting point, the back door swung open. A man fell over and out from the inside, but Natasha stood just inside rechecking her gadgets.


“Thanks Romanoff,” Steve said as he walked in.


“Child’s play Rogers,” she smirked and followed behind him.


You were about to head inside, until Barnes shoved past you to get inside first. “Asshole,” you hissed. He just glared back at you before continuing inside. You were mentally plotting a way to put Nair in his shampoo when you got back as you moved forward and proceeded to follow the rest of the group.


As you went up the stairs, everything was quiet, and it made you uneasy. For something so heavily protected on the outside, the inside seemed to empty. You made it to the sixth and final floor before everything went wrong. As the last of you entered the room, the door slammed closed an locked behind you. The door across opened and dozens of armed soldiers started to flood in. Each of you immediantly jumped into action.


You dove behind a desk and started firing at the neverending stream of enemy agents. Once you ran out of ammo, you moved to gain a better position to fight hand to hand combat and not get overwhelmed. Unfortunately for you, you didn’t see one coming behind you. They grabbed you and even though you spun around to get away they managed to catch you and fling you into another teamate nearby.


You landed on top of them with a thud. Just my luck, you thought. You had landed on top of James Barnes and were painfully aware of how close your faces were to each other. “Are you okay?” he asked, he voiced filled with something that you could only describe as actual concern.


“Fine,” you said as you rolled off, trying to avoid gettting knocked down again. He moved away, but beyond that, you didn’t pay attention or even care what he was doing. You were doing the best you could fighting off as best you could while the others did the same.


“Get down!” you heard Clint yell. You turned to see one of the assailants had thrown a bomb of some sort and it was heading right towards you.


Bucky saw it in slow motion. Everyone dove for cover except you. You seemed frozen on the spot, and Bucky wanted to scream at you to take cover but he couldn’t. He knew if you didn’t move right that second, you were as good as dead.


“Fuck,” he swore, before leaping out to cover you. The device detonated as his body collided into yours, shielding you from the blast. The floor gave way, and you felt yourself falling, and then nothing but darkness.


Pain, the first thing you felt was searing pain in your leg. You groaned, as you tried to open your eyes. Everything was dark, and the air was full of dust and dirt. You started coughing but each movement only brought flashes of pain into your leg.


You bit you lip in pain as you tried to move around enough to get the light from your jacket pocket. By this point, hot tears mixed in with the sweat on your face. You held back each whimper the best you could until you were finally able to get your light. You turned it on, and found yourself in a nightmare. You were tapped underground, in the rubble of the building.


You heard movement from the beside you and turned slowly to ease the amount of pain you felt, to find James Barnes groaning as he pulled himself up on his hands and knees. You were almost releaved to find that you weren’t alone done here. Almost. Almost because it was James Barnes.


You turned away to take in your surroudings. You managed to get trapped in a small pocket of the rubble. It was only a few feet around. Just enough for the two of you to move around.


“Barnes,” you whispered. Your voice sounded weak, and cracked. “James,” you said a little lounder this time, saying it through gritted teeth. You shined the light in his direction, and he turned towards you.


“Are you okay?” he asked.


“Fuck no,” you growled, the pain in your leg growing as your senses came back to you. You shined the light down at your leg, and the blood drained from your face. You had a piece of metal going straight through your thigh. You started to panic, shock coming onto you.


“Ja…Ja.. James…James…I ugh…I think…I’m going into sh…sh…shock,” you stuttered out. He crawled over to you, trying his best not move you.


“Hey, hey, (Y/N), look at me okay. Look at me,” he said, his voice somehow even. You turned to look at him, his face ghostly in the dim light.


“You’re going to be okay. You hear me, you’re going to be okay.” You nodded, feeling scared and in pain.


He looked down at your wound, which you could feel oozing blood. At least the metal stayed in your leg. You might not lose it. He pressed gently around, casuing you to hiss and groan at his prodding. He pulled off his jacket and then ripped sleeves off of his shirt. He ripped a whole in the jacket, big enough to put around the metal.


“This is going to hurt,” he said softly. You knew what was going to happen so you brought your jacket sleeve to your mouth and bit down. You nodded, your breathing already starting to pick up in preparation for the pain your were about to feel. You shut your eyes and screamed. They were muffled as he tightend the straps of clothe around your leg. You screamed, and cursed and felt like you were going to pass out. Your heart was beating out of control.


“There done,” he said and pulled his hands away quickly. You kept your jacket in your mouth as you slowly called back down. You finally calmed down enough to let go. You looked at James, who was watching you with concern.


“Thanks,” you said raggedly.


He half smiled, “I think that’s the first time you’ve actually thanked me.”


“I almost wish I wasn’t thanking you for wrapping up my metal impaled leg,” you said through the pain you felt. The blood loss was making you nice to him. You shivered, realizing how cold it was becoming in the rubble. The concrete was sucking all the heat from you both.


“You need to stay warm,” James said. He moved closer to you, laying beside you to keep you somewhat warm. You rolled your eyes and moved up to lay on him. He stiffened, but then let his flesh arm wrap around you, holding you, sharing the small amount of body heat you had.


“Don’t get any ideas,” you muttered, relishing in his warmth. You never realized how warm he was. He was practically a human space heater. You turned off the light, saving it in case you heard anyone coming for you both.


“I’m sorry,” he said. “I know I’m the last person you would want here.”


“You are, but you’re a human heater so I’m glad you’re here,” you replied.


He stayed quiet and you weren’t sure how long the silence lasted. It could have been a few minutes, or a few hours for all you knew. “Why do you hate me?” you asked breaking the silence.


“I don’t. Why do you hate me?” he asked.


“I, uh, you know I don’t actually know. You’re just such an ass that I had to hate you,” you explained. It was true. From the first moment you had met him, he seemed to just insult you or be so sarcastic that you just couldn’t and wouldn’t even try and be friends with him.


“It was uh, my way of dealing I guess. Eveyone else, except Steve, just kinda took it I guess. You’re uh, the only person I guess who took it as an offense,” he fumbled out.


“I don’t take shit from people, I took enough when I was young,” you mumbled.
He stayed quiet again, but this time not as long. “Rough childhood?” he asked.


You were hesisant for a moment, but you were also stuck down here with him. Steve said you should talk to him, so here was a chance. “Mum left when I was 5. I don’t really remember her, but I remember her always telling me I had her eyes. She said when she looked at me, she saw a younger version of herself. I, uh, I thought she loved me, but she didn’t. Dad turned into a drunk after she left. Usual abuse followed until I ran away. I, uh, I got caught stealing, then juvi, then cleaned up, got recruited. Now I’m here.”


You finished your story but he said nothing. You thought maybe you had dumped too much on him at one time. “I’m sorry. If I would have known, I wouldn’t have been so shitty to you.”


“Don’t apologize, we both know if we live, we’ll just go back to the way we were,” you grumbled.


“If we live, how about we hang out sometime, get to know each other so maybe we won’t hate each other,” he offered.


“If we live, and I keep my leg, then we can hang out,” you teased.


You two sat there in the dark for who knows how long. Finally you heard something above you, but you were getting drowsy at this point. You were out, but remembered hearing something and seeing a bit of light before you were gone for good.


The next thing you knew, you were waking up, and you knew you had gotten out. You felt warm, covered in a blanket and the rhythmic beeping of a machine. You opened your eyes slowly and found yourself in the med bay of the tower.
“You got to keep the leg by the way,” you turned to see James leaning agaisn the doorway.


You gave him a soft smile, “Guess you didn’t do such a crappy job then Barnes.”


“You can call me Bucky, everyone else does, and after what happened to us, I think you can,” he said with a smile.


“Bucky, huh. Well Bucky I guess the deal is settled. Think of something easy to do, cause  I don’t think I’ll be walking any time soon.”


He came over and gave your hand a squeeze. “Don’t worry. I got you.”

ever since that one ask, I just had to.

I Saw Mommy Daddy Kissing Santa Claus

The entire house smelled like Will’s favorite cookies. The perks of being Santa Claus. Lily was running around in her princess onesie, jumping onto the couch as she watched Mickey’s Once Upon A Christmas and ran back every two minutes to check the microwave timer for the cookies.

The front door opened, letting in a draft of cold air into the warm house. Nico peeled off his beanie and smiled as he took in a deep breath. “That smells good, are those for me?” he asked.

“No, silly they’re for Santa!” Lily shouted, the excitement bubbling in her voice. Nico gave Will a knowing glance and a sly smirk.

“Come on Lilypad, sit down and watch the movie,” Will said as he caught his daughter mid-run and hefted her onto his shoulders. Nico left his shoes and coat in the front and came to sit beside them, greeting Will with a kiss and his daughter with a ruffle of her hair.

When the cookies were finally ready, Lily pulled out a special plate she’d made in class with a rough doodle of Santa and a Christmas tree. Will piled the cookies onto the plate as Lily began to make chocolate milk to go with it.

“It’s already nine thirty, young lady,” he said. “Set that up for Santa and then go to sleep okay? Or else Santa won’t be able to come inside.”

She nodded quickly, her wavy hair falling in her eyes and face in a tangled frizz. Nico gave her a smiled and gestured her over. “Doesn’t Daddy know how to do your hair?” he said.

“Um, Daddy hasn’t had time to watch YouTube videos for that,” Will said, defending himself. Nico raised an eyebrow. “I don’t understand braids.” Nico snorted and finished fixing Lily’s hair so she could sleep. “Here you go, darlin’ fresh out of the oven,” he said as Lily bounded back.

She took the plate and set it on the coffee table beside the Christmas tree. Then she took the glass of milk. As she set it up perfectly, Nico walked over to Will and wrapped his arms around him. “You’re sharing right?” he whispered.

“Those are for Santa,” Will answered.

Nico hummed. “Oh yeah? Well what about Santa’s little helper?” He pinched his arm lightly, making Will jump.

“Okay I’m going to sleep,” Lily announced. “You too, Papa and Daddy, you have to sleep too. Santa won’t come if you’re awake.”

Will chuckled and nodded. “We’ll go to sleep too, honey no worries.” She smiled and bounded up the stairs. Will and Nico followed to tuck her in and Will sang a soft lullaby until she fell asleep.

They crept out of her room quietly and went to their own. Nico put an alarm for midnight since Lily had a bad habit of waking up several times shortly after being tucked in. As they got into bed, Will asked, “You put the gifts in the closet right?” Nico nodded.

Nico scooted closer and smiled. “You’re wearing the Santa suit this year right?” Will felt his cheeks redden and nodded. They always traded off the suit; last year it had been Nico wearing beard that was long and white and boots and a suit of red with a cap on his head. It was their way of making sure that if Lily happened to come downstairs, she’d see Santa and not one of her fathers.

Still the suit felt embarrassing to wear since it had added fluff for that big jolly Santa belly. Nico got a kick out of it and seemed to enjoy playing Santa, but not enough to do it every year. Will secretly believed Nico enjoyed seeing him so awkward in the suit.

“There are so many dirty Santa jokes going through my head right now,” Nico chuckled, his voice muffled into Will’s arm.

“Is there one about the naughty list?” Nico nodded. “You’re a horrible person.” Nico laughed and Will rolled over on top of him. “I know a way we can pass time,” he whispered. Nico raise an eyebrow and smiled.

“Mm, eating cookies?” he suggested.

Will considered it as he held himself over his husband. “That’s good too. But that can wait.” He leaned down to kiss Nico and the concept of time melted away.

When Nico’s alarm rang, both Nico and Will were catching their breaths. “Alright Santa, dress up time,” Nico panted, a mocking smile plastered on his smug face.

Will groaned and got up, pulling out the red suit. “When do we get to tell her this isn’t real?”

“Not for a long time, William.”

Will put on the suit and went to the closet to grab the gifts. Once Nico got dressed, he helped him with the others. “If she comes downstairs, she’s going to see you,” Will warned.

“I can hear her snoring from here,” he whispered back. “She’s fine.” He handed Will another box and he arranged them under the tree while Nico helped himself to cookies.

“One, if she’s fine, why do I have to wear the suit? Two, those are my cookies, you jerk.” Nico shrugged and continued to eat, a mischievous smile on his face. “That’s why you’re on the naughty list every year.”

“Oh really?” he smirked. Will snorted and took a cookie from the plate as he looked at the tree. “Come on do the laugh, it’s fun. Especially in the suit. The padding jiggles.” Will frowned as Nico tried to stifle his laughter. “Do it, come on,” he insisted.

Heaving a sigh, Will put a hand on his belly and let out a, “Ho, ho, ho!” Nico laughed, muffling the sound with a cookie. Will enjoyed seeing him so happy and carefree. He laughed again and Nico beamed. He was right. It was fun.

Will let out another playful Santa laugh and Nico rushed to cover his mouth, laughing. “Sh! You’ll wake her up,” he whispered. Will smiled and wrapped an arm around his torso. “I told you it was fun, Mr. Grinch.”

“I’m not the Grinch, I’m Santa,” Will pouted. Nico laughed and tugged on the fake white beard. Will leaned down slowly, until his lips met Nico’s. Nico threw his arms over his shoulders and pulled him closer, the smile still lingering on lips.

“Now Santa, what would my husband say?” Nico said with mock disdain.

“You’re really enjoying this aren’t you?” Will whispered. Nico tilted his head back in a silent laugh and nodded. Will huffed, but Nico pulled him into another kiss and sighed contentedly. “You taste like my cookies.”

“And you are leaving strands of plastic white hair on my lips.” Will smiled, with his tongue between his teeth and bumped his nose against Nico’s. “I never thought I’d say it… but I love the holidays.”

Will gathered the remaining cookies and the glass of milk. “Let’s finish these in our room. I keep worrying Lily will come downstairs.” Nico nodded and followed him to the room. They ate the cookies and before going to bed, Nico put the empty glass back beside the cookie platter.

The next morning, Will woke up before Nico, as always.

But that was wrong. It was Christmas Day. Lily should have been the one dragging them both out of bed before even Will would’ve woken up. He looked over at the clock and saw that it was seven in the morning. He frowned and leaned over to wake Nico.

Amore, wake up,” he said as he shook him. “Nico, hey.” Slowly, Nico’s eyes fluttered open. “Lily hasn’t come downstairs.”

Nico glanced at the clock and yawned. “She’s probably still asleep.”

“On Christmas Day?” Will questioned. “This is the one day of the year when every child wakes up before the sun is fully out.”

“Love, maybe she’s just tired. Come on, enjoy the extra sleep.”

Still, Will couldn’t shake his uncertainty. He laid back down and rested his head against Nico’s chest as it rose and fell with his slow breaths. He dove into a sort of half sleep before starting awake. Something was wrong. When he looked over at the couch, he saw that the clock read nine thirty.

Okay, that just wasn’t right. Even if it wasn’t Christmas, Lily was as much of an early bird as Will. She was always awake by eight. “Nico, come on, she’s not up yet.” Nico groaned and opened his eyes as Will got out of bed.

He left the room and started up the stairs to Lily’s room. Halfway up, he heard Nico rushing to follow. Lily’s door remained closed.

“Lily? Wake up, darlin’ it’s Christmas. Aren’t you going to open the presents Santa brought?”

“I don’t want anything from stupid Santa!” Lily shouted back immediately. Both Will and Nico stared at the door in shock.

“Lily, what-.” Nico tried the knob as he spoke and was shocked to find it locked. “Liliana open the door.”

“You go away!” she shrieked. “Go away, go away!” Will held up a hand to stop Nico from answering and pressed his ear to the door.

“Lily, why are you crying? What’s wrong? Why are you talking to Papa like that?” Through the door, he could hear Lily’s sobs, heartbroken and filled with grief, her breath stammered and shaking. “Lilly, open the door.”

After a few long seconds, the door opened. Lily crashed into Will’s legs, shaking with sobs and a miserable look on her face.

“Lily, love what’s wrong?” Nico asked leaning down.

Suddenly, Lily lashed out and began to hit Nico, her tiny fists not causing any damage but her face twisted with enough anger to make up for it. “I hate you, I hate you!” she screeched.

Nico seemed frozen in shock and Will leaned down to pull her away. “Liliana, we do not say that word, you know that. Why in the world are you talking to your father like that, huh?” Lily wouldn’t look at him, but her eyes were bloodshot and tears continued to streak down her face. “Liliana, look at me,” he said sternly. Her blue eyes flickered to him guiltily. “What is going on?”

Her face crumpled and she began to stutter over her words involuntarily. “P-Pa-Papa d-d-oes-sn’t l-love you no m-m-more!” It took Will a moment to register her words. His mouth opened and shut, confused. “I s-saw him.”

“Saw him what?” Will prodded. Nico had finally unfroze and sat cross legged behind her.

Lily seemed like she wanted anything but to say whatever she was about to say. Then:

“Kissing Santa.”

A very long pause ensued after which Nico burst into nervous laughter. “It’s not funny!” Lily screeched at him, more tears falling down her face.

Nico covered his mouth and shook his head. “Oh my gods. Oh, Lily.”

Nico,” Will hissed.

Nico looked over at him and groaned, a relieved smile still on his face. “I think we have to tell her now.” Will stared at him blankly. “Unless you want her to hate me for the next few years, I really think we should tell her now.”

“Tell me what?” Lily asked, her eyebrows furrowed. Will looked at Nico and nodded. Nico left and Will pulled Lily into his arms and carried her back into bed.

“Lilypad, you’re not supposed to talk to Papa like that. Understand? Now I get that you were upset, but… I promise you, Papa didn’t do anything bad.” Lily started to protest, but Will put a finger to his lips. “I need you to listen to me, honey. Papa and I weren’t going to tell you because we didn’t want to make you upset, but I think we have to now.”

“Tell me what?” she asked, aggravated.

Will sighed and took her hand. “Santa Claus isn’t real, Lily.”

Lily stared at him in disbelief for a few seconds. “Yes he is, I saw him last night, kissing Papa.”

“That was me,” he explained.

She frowned. “Nuh-uh. He was fat and had a beard. You’re skinny and you don’t have a beard.” Nico whistled and held out the red suit.

“True, but look. The suit comes like that.” He gestured for Nico to bring it over. Then he started putting it on again and held his hands out in a presenting gesture. “See?” Lily stared at him in surprise.

Nico sat beside her and she glanced at him, without the hatred and betrayal in her eyes. “Why did you tell me he was?”

“It’s just something fun for kids,” Nico said. “It makes it more exciting to believe and to make cards and cookies.”

She looked from Nico to Will and back. “So… you kissed Daddy last night? Not Santa?” Nico nodded.

Will sat on the other side of her awkwardly with the suit still on. “I love Daddy very much, Lily.” Nico looked up at him and smiled. “Very, very much.”

Lily looked at them and started crying and laughing nervously. Then she threw herself onto Nico and wrapped her small arms around him. “I’m sorry, Papa, I’m so sorry! I don’t hate you. I was scared. I’m sorry. I love you, Papa.”

Nico rubbed her back soothingly. “I love you too, babygirl.” Will smiled and pulled both of them toward him. Nico and Lily laughed as Will pulled them onto his lap. Nico kissed him lightly on the lips and Lily had a vice grip on both of them.

“Why don’t we go see what your presents are, Lilypad? We can make pancakes for breakfast.”

She nodded and hopped to the floor excitedly. She ran down the stairs and squealed with delight when she saw the amount of presents under the tree. Nico chuckled and stood, pulling Will along with him.

At least he wouldn’t have to wear the suit anymore.

piroschka

NaLu Little Red Riding Hood AU  – oneshot
wordcount
: 10870
rated: M (*skippable* very light nsfw)
trigger warnings: violence, intended rape (
nothing more, and obv not nalu)
summary: “The wolf is carnivore incarnate and he’s as cunning as he is ferocious; once he’s had a taste of flesh then nothing else will do.”  - Angela Carter

Happy Birthday @phantombones!!! I wish you alllllll the best, and hope you have an amazing day!! I love you lots! -3-

I thought I’d write you a piece for your Red Riding Hood AU B)

There’s also amazing art by the bae @mslead​!!!

A fairy tale – reimagined. ;)

Once upon a time…

A young woman, the hems of her many skirts dragging along the wet ground, made her way through the arched doorway of the tavern she called her workplace, and along the road leading to the little marketplace of Magnolia town.

The light drizzle that had plagued the townspeople all day had slowly declined along with the course of the sun, which had been barely visible behind the grey clouds. Now it cast its setting rays over red rooftops and dirt streets, caressing the faces of the ones attracted by its late afternoon warmth.

The woman smiled up at the sky as the last remnants of the rainfall dripped along pipes and barrels and made for the ground. The air smelled fresh, the tint of rain having washed away the mud and remnants of frost. It had been much needed. The cold had clung to the country for months, and though the foreboding of spring was a long way away, the slight shift in temperature was very welcome. A faintly visible rainbow stood proudly behind the woods, stretching from one side to as far as the eye could reach.

Just what one wished to see after a long, strenuous workday.

Her tired feet ached slightly in her worn-out boots, but she trodded along the cobblestone of the single main road with light steps, a soft tune on her lips.

As she reached the stalls that stood scattered across the marketplace, most already closed down for the day, her pace slowed. A hand dove into an inside pocket, slender fingers feeling the number of coins carefully. A small smile tugged at her lips.

“If it isn’t the young Piroschka!” the elderly man behind the stall she headed for greeted her enthusiastically, “I haven’t seen you around much lately.”

“You will never stop calling me that, will you,” she replied with a chiding smile, “Work has been troublesome, and money scarce.”

Old man Makarov smiled right back at her, the wrinkles on his face multiplying. A stranger to these lands, he had given her a nickname in his own tongue when they had first met. Back then, she had been a young girl, no more than ten, clutching her mother‘s hand as she curiously observed the marketplace. It was a rare occasion the two came to town.

Many things had changed since then.

Her mother had fallen ill, and Lucy – for that was her name, though spoken scarcely – had taken up work from a young age to support her small family of two. The path through the woods had become a familiar one, trodden almost daily as she balanced work and her bedridden mother.

But one thing had remained constant. It was the reason why not only Makarov and his wife Porlyusica had taken to know her only by her moniker, but the entire town had picked up on the curious, foreign word.

Piroschka – little red riding hood.

Lucy tugged at her infamous cloak, letting the hood slide off now that the rain had ceased altogether.

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At night we would meander down to the river’s bank, golden and shining from days spent in quiet discomfort,
scholarly disobedience marked our frames, whilst the lull of the serpentine beast flowing before us was all we ever desired,
our juvenile lack of awareness forced and spilt out in boisterous bravado, and sink or swim we were all invited to test our nerve,
in pairs, in packs, we were a mass of hormones jockeying for some ill-fought dominance, a shallow glint of honour amongst our peers,
we dove deep, slow and surfaced, each pushing further, deeper, and for longer—
a fresh-faced novice; his bare chest worn like a badge of merit, shined like sickly gloss, illusive and goading, we were awed by their presumptuous quest,
he dove cleanly, a sharp arrow piercing the quiet veneer of the water’s lip, all at once he disappeared, a ghostly silhouette flowing beneath the waves,
calm—
we were mute in expectation, waiting, longing for his slow-paced escape,
as he emerged, the sun gleamed as if it were endorsing his body, the broadest smile crowned his burgeoning masculinity,
he was victorious, our earnest champion that summer’s day, he was a legend whether he sank or swam again, he was that moment, and he was ours.

Mine

(Hi guys! So this is my first imagine. Pretty much the prompt is you and Justin laying in bed in the morning, being cute. Thank you guys for following! If you like this, please submit your own ideas to me.)

Your eyes fluttered open slowly. As you stretched your arms out to the side, you look to your left in bed. There he is. The sunlight hitting his defined back ever so perfectly. You couldn’t help but smile. You and Justin had been through a lot together, but everything was perfect now. You rubbed his back lightly, tracing the tattoos on his smooth skin. He shifted closer to you and pulled you in. 

“Good morning, honey.” you chuckle.

“Mm, hi baby.” he says as he buries his face into your neck.

He began to rub your thigh so gently, soothing you instantly. He was so sweet and loving. You wish everyone saw that. You wanted people to know how genuine and caring he really was. You plant a kiss on his head. He reached for his phone on the bedside table and began to check twitter. Last night, you guys went out for dinner and Justin spent the whole night taking pictures of you and posting them claiming how beautiful and amazing you were. 

“The fans loved my little photoshoot of you last night,” he says proudly. The pictures had well over 100 thousand favourites and retweets.  “You are the most beautiful girl in the world and now you know that I’m not just saying it.”

You laughed, “Thanks J.” 

You just watched him. He was so perfect. Even when he’s sitting around on his phone he is still so handsome. The way his jawline moved when he talked, his smile, even the way he licks his lips. Everything was perfect. 

“Why are you staring at me?” Justin said, smiling up at you.

“Because you are so damn handsome.” you smiled before grabbing his face and kissing him. 

You pulled away and went to go to the bathroom.

“Hey wait, I wanted more kisses.” he said, giving you puppy dog eyes.

“Justin, I am just going to take a quick shower and then I can come give you more kisses.” you smiled before turning around again. 

Before you could reach the door, you were attacked from behind and pulled back to your bed. 

“Honey, come on.” you giggled.

“You have to give me a really good kiss and maybe I’ll let you go shower. I will think about it. Only if the kiss is amazing.” he says smirking.

You readjusted yourself onto Justin’s lap. You began playing with his hair and gazing into his eyes. He placed his hands on the small of your back and rubbed lightly. You looked down and bit your lip. This would send him over the edge because he gets so turned on when you bite your lip. His face tensed up and he licked his lips, pulling you closer to him. This wasn’t going to be a cute little kissing game, this was going to be a war between your tongues. You loosely hung your arms around his neck and leaned in painfully slow. Justin dove in and his lips embraced yours. The way your bodies and lips fit together so perfectly proved that you two were perfect for each other. The kiss got deeper and more intense. Justin laid you down on the bed and slowly got on top of you, not breaking the kiss. His tongue made contact with your bottom lip, asking for entry which you allowed. The kisses got sloppier and sloppier, and the breathing got heavier and heavier, but Justin loved it. This was his favourite thing in the world. As Justin started kissing your neck and chest, you began to think. Justin kept taking pictures against your will last night so maybe it was time for a little pay back. You smiled to yourself before putting your thoughts into action. You flipped the two of you so you were on top and began to grind on his crotch. A moan escapes his lips.

“Y/N, oh my god.” he says on your lips.

You try and keep a straight face while you’re pleasuring him because you know what you are about to do. You tease his mouth with your tongue before pulling away and kissing his neck. You kiss down his defined chest and stomach, leaving marks all over his skin. As you get to the waistline of his Armani boxers, there is no denying that he is extremely turned on. You kiss his hips and lower abdomen at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Fuck babe, don’t tease me.” he breathes out, looking down at you.

Your teeth latch on to the band of his boxers and you begin to pull them off. Justin licks his lips as he thinks he knows what is about to happen. You release the fabric from your teeth and the boxers snap back down onto his stomach. You giggle as you stand up, fixing your hair. 

“I’m going to shower now.” you smile innocently.

“Wait, what?! You can’t just do that! Y/N I have the biggest boner right now, seriously?!” he pouts.

“Patience, honey.” you smile before turning around and walking to the bathroom. 

You lifted the big t-shirt up you were wearing just a little to show off your ass a bit. You knew he was watching and after what you just did, you felt bad so you gave him a little reward. Justin laid on the bed staring at you as you walked away into the bathroom. As soon as the door shut Justin exhaled.

“Damn.”