roll under the bed

Headcanon: Kara always tries to stay awake until Lena gets home late from work but she’s really bad at it. So she always half asleep on the couch with some tv show playing when Lena gets home. And lena just sighs and shakes her head grinning at Kara’s face smooshed into a pillow and she goes to their room to get into pajamas before coming back and turning off the tv and waking up Kara with soft forehead kisses and whispered babes and gently pulls on her hand guiding a half asleep murmuring kara to their bedroom. 

Ok we are not nothing.
You know the evening sky
like a drunken mother in a nightgown, you know in the morning when she cracks like the axe split
the cherry tree and lies all cold
on the ground,
and the dog inside pawing
at your red toes, your pre-pubescent growth spurts aching
with the dawn.
Something haunting. Like the echo
of the rubber ball rolling
under the bed that your limbs
have outgrown but you can’t
afford much better, your room is tilted down on this side, lower sunk into the earth, punched and swallowed, but cursed all the same. like a loose tooth.
red dawn on your jam and toast, and your legs stop swinging,
you reach a hand in, and yank at that hanging chrysalis feeling, and lick it when it’s free,
and this is why they’ll call you
bucky butterfingers
you just don’t know it yet
Something ugly, and childish, and smeared around your gaping mouth like blood,
we can just
pretend it’s cherry popsicle.
I tried to cut my fingers off with
safety scissors, you left me all alone behind that fence, those great big sunflowers with moving heads and stiff necks, and yellow tongues, I used to run out back with
milky slopping glue in the corners of my eyes
and eat all the carrots and dirt and hedges I wanted, alone,
until a grown up found me,
and peeled me from the garden by scruff of my neck,
she closed the bathroom door behind me, told me to wash my face with blue dish soap,
and I cried when it stung, when it
made my tongue feel like a slug
in salt, but
I said ouch very quiet with
her wrinkly, rubber hands squeezing in under my
play-doh ribs, cartilaginous and still soft, like a tadpole in mud.
she turned her nose and
said I smelled like a wet dog and
plopped me covered in scrapes
and full of wriggling worms like
fly ridden fruit, her black skirts bit
away the feeding curl of ants I fed my
stale cookies to, she sat me with a towel to dry in the time out room to
be eaten by fat clowns with
clocks for faces, and half past midnight for teeth,
I buckled my mouth, I was brave,
crossed arms and wolf fur under
my armpits, wild thing screaming for her mother
the alphabet backwards
smashing doll houses in
velcro Mary Janes, the
sand box bully, the
monkey bar hog with
wood chip splintered knuckles and callouses to prove it,
covered in scrapes and
caved in and hollowed out
like an empty pint of ice cream,
I have spare band aids in my
pockets, like confetti to a cheap
magician
why are those purple things under your eyes
so big? can’t you do something
about them? don’t you
want to be a better girl?
—  bees and their empty homes
Baby I'm Yours... [Rick Grimes x Reader]

Summary:
It’s a quiet day in Alexandria, so Rick decides to treat the reader to the most relaxed day he can think of. The title of the imagine is based off of the song ‘Baby I’m Yours’ by Arctic Monkeys.

Requested by the gorgeous @mylittlefandomfanfictions

Warnings: None because it’s pure, complete fluff! (Okay there’s like one curse word but it’s 2016 so…)

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PART ONE:

Waking up next to the person you love, especially during this new messed up world, is the best feeling possible. Being able to roll over in bed under the warmth of the covers, and the soft pillows underneath your head, into the safety of the arms of your love is euphoric. Some one would say that waking up to a world filled with walkers and limited supplies is the worst, but as long as I open my eyes to Rick every day, it makes getting up in the morning more enjoyable. The natural sunlight peeking through the window as he reaches over and wraps his arms around me is the best place to be. Feeling his breath on my neck and my face makes me feel safe and protected, and when he slowly opens his eyes, looks at me and smiles, my heart does somersaults in my chest. His morning voice is just as gruff and deep as it usually is, but he speaks slower and more gently, and it feels like we’re the only people on the planet…

“How long have you been awake?” Rick asked, opening his eyes and stretching his arms up above his head, before hugging me tightly. I closed my eyes and sighed, relaxing into his body and leaning into him before looking up at his tired eyes and messy hair, “And how long have you been staring at me?”

“Am I not allowed to admire you?” I smirked, kissing his cheek. He laughed, turning his head to press a soft kiss to my lips before sitting up slightly, “You hear that?”

“Hear what?”

Exactly… Seems like a pretty quiet morning. Let’s hope it stays like this,”

Rick suddenly got up out of bed, leaving me in the warmth surrounded by mountains of pillows, “Where’re you going?” I asked, sitting in the middle of the mattress.

“Just to check up on everyone. You can sleep in, treat yourself,”

“Are you sure? I haven’t had a lie in for God knows how long…” I laid back down and sighed at the bliss of feeling the pillows beneath my head. Rick started to get dressed as he flattened his hair in the mirror.

“I’m sure, I’ll come get you soon,”

“Okay Rick, be safe,”

“Always,” He leaned over and kissed my forehead before leaving the room. I closed my eyes and turned over, inhaling Rick’s scent from his side of the bed and drifting back off to sleep…

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PART TWO:

“Y/N… Wake up,” I heard faint whispering and a hand on my shoulder as I slowly opened my eyes. I saw Rick smiling down at me angelically, and an unfamiliar scent filled my nose.

“What can I smell?” I asked, sitting up and propping a pillow behind me. Rick presented a tray of food to me and laid it in my lap, “Rick, you didn’t have to do this!” I gasped, completely in shock. He stood there with a huge childish grin on his face, and I swear he could’ve started jumping up and down at any moment.

“I figured, what’s the point in sleeping late and having nothing to wake up to? I hope you like it, I tried my best with what we had, it’s nowhere near the standard of Carol’s breakfasts but it’s a good attempt,” A rush of warmth ran through my whole body as Rick rested on the side of the bed, looking at me with a content smile on his face.

“You weren’t really checking up on people were you?” I asked, looking at him with a knowing smile. He shook his head, before winking at me, “You sly dog!”

I sat and ate whilst Rick sorted some things out in the house. Carl and Judith came into the room and entertained me for a while before going outside. When Rick came back, I was up and out of bed, getting dressed for the day. “How was it?” He asked, peeping his head around the door as he glanced over at my empty dishes.

I pulled my shirt over my head before walking towards him and wrapping my arms around his neck. “It was fantastic,” I kissed him gently, and he hummed into the kiss, making me giggle, “I love you,” I whispered, before planting a kiss on his cheek.

“And I love you…”

After washing everything up, Rick and I holstered our guns and weapons into our belts before setting out on what we thought would be a busy day. As we reached the gates, we realised that the usual sound of the growling undead weren’t there. Rick turned to me and grabbed my hand, pulling me in close, “Looks like it’s just a day for me and you then… Not a walker in sight,” He said, walking me back towards the house. We sat down on the decking and watched as everyone did their own thing, enjoying the sun and one another’s company. Carl came over with Judith in his arms and sat beside us.

“Weren’t you two supposed to be out this morning?” Carl asked, bouncing Judith on his knee, making her laugh.

“I don’t think we need to be,” Rick said, nudging me and looking at me. I felt at ease for the first time in a while, and having Rick sat beside me instead of rushing around and keeping himself busy made me feel comfortable and loved.

“Hey Carl, do you mind going over and checking on everyone for me? Y/N and I will take care of Judith,” Rick said, grabbing his daughter in his arms and sitting her in his lap. Carl jumped up from his seat and disappeared.

“What have you got planned?” I asked, as Rick stood up and helped me up with him.

“I don’t know about you, but I think it’s time Judith learned how to bake…” I cocked my head to the side in confusion as Rick set off to Carol’s house with me in tow and Judith in his grasp. I felt so happy I may as well have been skipping beside the man I love as we knocked on Carol’s door and let ourselves in.

“Do you have what I need?” Rick asked her, and Carol passed him a box of ingredients.

“Remember what I taught you Rick…” She said simply, bopping Judith on the nose before sending us on our way again.

Rick Grimes, since when did you want to become the house-husband?” I joked, as we went into our kitchen and set Judith on the counter.

“Since I fell in love with you,” He kissed my hair before grabbing numerous bowls from the cabinet, “Okay so I think I can remember this. Carol’s a pretty good teacher so I should have this down…” I couldn’t help but chuckle a little as I watched Rick faffing over ingredients and utensils. Judith watched her Dad and laughed along with me, as if she knew how ridiculous it was too.

We made the best of what we had, and the best experience of my whole life was watching Rick stir everything together. He propped the bowl against his side, with his arm wrapped around it as he mixed with his other hand. Things were flying out of the bowl, landing on Judith and I, but Rick didn’t seemed to care as he just laughed his head off at the mess all over. “You’re a wreck,” I giggled, taking it from him and finishing the job. I then placed it down and helped Judith stir some more, guiding her hands onto the spoon and moving with her so she wouldn’t topple the bowl over and lose any more mixture.

I glanced over at Rick and burst out laughing at the sight before me. “What?” He asked in confusion. I pointed to his pants and he looked down at his jeans which were now covered in a little bit of everything we’d added to the mix. Rick tried to brush it off with his hands, but as he had just as much mixture on his fingers as his clothes, he made it worse. I grabbed a towel and started to dust it away before he could start to whine like a teenage girl. I rolled the towel up and whipped him round the back of the legs, causing him to jump up and squeal, “Y/N! Don’t do that!” He said in a high voice, sounding like a scared child. Judith let out a loud giggle as she pointed at Rick and clapped her hands.

“Shall I do it again Judith? Shall I?” I asked. Rick yanked the towel from me and tossed it to the other side of the room. I crossed my arms and looked up at him with the most serious expression I could muster, with a smirk creeping through.

“No, you shan’t,” He said quietly, pinching my cheek like a baby. I scowled jokingly, before getting back to the task at hand with two of my favourite people.

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PART THREE:

“I thought you said this mix was supposed to make twelve cookies?” I asked sceptically as I placed the six cookies on the tray. Rick scratched the back of his head, glanced down at the mess on the floor, before shrugging.

“I guess this means we don’t have to share them with anyone anymore…” He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me close, “That means more for us!” He whispered excitedly, kissing me tenderly.

Once I’d placed them in the oven, we had thirty minutes to kill. Carl came back and took Judith to see Michonne, so Rick and I just sat back in the house. Rick had the bright idea of playing twenty questions, so I just went along with it. “What do you miss the most about your old life?” He asked me.

“Um… I miss pizza. I know we try our best to make something similar now, but there was nothing better than ordering Domino’s takeout on a Friday night and watching TV,” I laid back on the couch and sighed, imagining the perfection, “Okay my turn… What were you like in High School?”

“Oh God! You’re kidding right?” I shook my head and insisted that he answer, “Alright. I was pretty lame to be honest, I always wanted to be a cop so I was really focused on my work, a little too focused sometimes. I guess you could refer to me as the nerd, but I got better in college and started to go to parties and stuff, but I wasn’t crazy, I was just average. Pretty boring answer I know. Next question, have you ever been properly in love before?”

“I think you already know the answer to this Rick,”

“Yeah, but I just want to hear it again,” He grinned once again like a Cheshire Cat, leaning forward in anticipation as he waited for me to answer.

“Well… Before the world went to shit, and before all of this walker business begun, I’d never been with anyone worth my time, or I’d never loved anyone properly. Of course I’ve been in relationships, but now that I’ve experienced a real relationship, with you, I can see that what I once thought was love, was just me trying to convince myself of something fake. As you know Rick, you’ve completely changed me as a person and you’ve opened my eyes to something that I thought I could never have. I couldn’t imagine being without you now, and as cheesy as it sounds, I love you with everything in me, and much much more…” As soon as I’d realised how corny everything I’d just said sounded, I started to laugh, “Sorry, I’m just laughing at how much I’ve surprised myself by saying those things,”

“Y/N… I love you, and I know you may think those things are cheesy, but I don’t,”

“Rick?

“Yeah?”

“Would you have still fallen for me if I wasn’t one of the last women on Earth?” I asked nervously, counting it as the next question. Rick looked at me with a mixture of emotions on his face, but he mostly seemed to look disappointed in a way.

Rick reached over and grabbed my hand in his, entwining his fingers with my own, “Y/N, of course I would’ve still fallen for you. You’re amazing and I simply wouldn’t be able to cope without you. Don’t ever think for one second that I’ve settled for you, I love you… Truly

Part of me wanted to tear up and just repeat to him how much he means to me, but I just leaned in and rested my forehead against his, looking into his bright blue eyes that held so much love, and had me captivated since day one. He snaked his arms around my back and hugged me, laying back on the couch with me rested against his chest, “I wish every day was like this. I wish we could just lay here and not have to worry about walkers or other groups or anything, things would just be so perfect…” I sighed, running my hands along Rick’s chest and tracing patterns with my fingers.

“So do I, but honestly, as long as I’m with you, I don’t care about the other stuff we’re forced to handle everyday,”

We laid there together until the cookies were finished. We went outside and sat back on the stairs, where Judith and Carl were. They both took one each and Rick and I ate the remaining four, feeling pretty impressed with our creations, “I think it’s safe to say I’m now a professional chef!” Rick exclaimed, applauding himself. I just raised a brow and smirked at him, bursting his bubble.

“Don’t get too cocky Grimes,”

“You know you love me…”

I do, and I always will.

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Hey guys! I hope you liked this fluffy Rick Grimes imagine! I haven’t written fluff in a while so I hope it’s okay!

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Dazai Has No Shame

So I know this is kind of crappy but I’ve managed to kick down writer’s block a little.

@senren because you were asking earlier *sobs painfully* I’m writing smut rn lol.

Dazai has noooooo shame lmao.

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It Hurts

Request: Seth Rollins #29

Tagging: @mailalancaster

Prompt 29: It hurts so much to hear you cry.

Warnings:

Originally posted by imaginesethrollins


Seth had been trying to get a hold of you all day. You sent him a text, breaking up with him. You’re family had finally gotten to you.

They all told you that you needed to end it with Seth before you got to close. That you’d only end up heartbroken because he’d cheat because he’s always on the road.

At first you didn’t believe them, brushing them off. But the more they talk about it, the more you believe it. You would only think about it when you were around them, then when you cleaning the house, then before bed.

You thought about him cheating on you, about how you’d fined out via social media. You couldn’t stand the thought of that. So you hurt him, before he could hurt you.

You laid in your bed, head under the blanket. Hot tears rolling down your face. You didn’t want to break up with him. You just had to.

You heard the door downstairs slam shut and then heavy foots steps make their way upstairs and towards the door.

The door flung open and in walked Seth. You looked up at him, his eyes were bloodshot and puffy.

“Why…..Why did you break up with me? What did I do? Is it cause I’m not home? I can try and be home more! I-I just didn’t think you’d want one lousy night of me being home. ” Your cries cut him off.

It hurts so much to hear you cry.” Seth whispered, climbing in next to you. You buried your face into his chest. “I-I don’t want to end things with you! I-I was l-listing to my family and I s-should h-have.”

Seth’s arms tightened around. You cries didn’t die down. “I promise you. I’ll be home as much as I can. I’ll call you more. Just…Please don’t ever break up with me again.”


Pussycat😺 - Thanks for showing this cat🙀🙀 the best hey-hey he’s ever-ever! Talk about platinum✨✨✨ in the sack🛌, toots! Where’d you learn 👄👄👅👅👅that 18 karat trick with the heels👠👠 of your feet👣👣? You 😫didn’t 😫just make my toes curl 😘😍😘😍- they popped off and rolled under the bed!🛌🛏🛏🛌🛏

Sacrifice, 5.6k, steve/loki, over five thousand words of hopelessly anachronistic self indulgent god/mortal worship sex fic, I’m sorry but I’m also really not, getting this in under the wire for Stoki Week Day One (viking au), very very nsfw

It had been a bad year.

The winter clung for far too long, and when the ground thawed there was no rain. The harsh winter brought wolves that claimed calves and milk cows and almost Hilde’s four-year-old. The cattle that survived the wolves gave sour milk or none at all. The priest prayed for intervention from Odin or Thor, but none came, and in May the Jarl’s son fell ill.

The priest cast the omens and pronounced the result: they were cursed.

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March Tavern Night (aftermath)

She woke up on the floor under the bed, and yawned as she rolled out, stretching as she stood up, “Mornin’ Ass,” she grinned at the shrunken undead dragon sleeping in the bed.

He opened an eye and glared at her.

“Oh like you don’t look at shirtless pirates too!” she teased, “I’m gonna go make sure that there’s coffee for everyone,” she threw on some clothes and went down to the bar to talk to the goblin barkeep.

Last night was fun!

She hoped that they all would come to the next Tavern Night, and her mind was already racing through different port towns that had good inns to stay at.
“Man, I’m still jealous!” she said, not caring that she was talking to herself, “Pirate stories are still the best stories! I’m gonna have to have a hell of an adventure this month in case they come!”



OOC:

Thanks to all that came to Tavern Night last night! It was a lot of fun, and if I didn’t get around to talking to you, it’s because I am weak and was passing out at the compie! Feel free to kidnap poke Kit for Rps anytime!

AND WHY WOULD YOU TELL KIT THERE WAS AN ACTUAL GHOST SHIP ROSCOE?!? WHY?!?

Next Tavern night will be… April 14th at 6 ST! I hope to see you all there!

@crimson-wings @velerodra @generalcero @theravir @zanpyr @faenileda @roscoerackham @oil-and-firebrand @misdrivious @zaderick @leywalker-starsworn (AND ANYONE ELSE THAT CAME! WHO I NEED TO FOLLOW :D)

The Curse of Eve

True Fluff Series
Word Count: 760
Summary: The reader is having a particularly rough monthly cycle.
Warnings: None.

Your name: submit What is this?

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Hot Shower Anyone?

Hey y’all! There are many shower fics out there so I want to add mine to the bunch! I hope you like it. There may be a part 2 coming your way soon. Please let me know if y’all would like that! Thanks for reading. Happy Friday!

Summary: You learn you’re not the only one who enjoys hot showers after working out. 

Warnings: language, dirty-ish talk and almost nakedness

Originally posted by doesrogersknow

The sound of heavy footsteps in the hallway outside your room woke you up four minutes before your alarm would. You loudly groaned, rolled over in the bed and pulled the pillow out from under your head and plopped it on top of your face. 

Your efforts to drown out the sounds on the other side of your door were fruitless. Sam’s voice was muffled but you still heard him yell “Damn girl, are you just waking up or having a morning quickie in there?”

You shut your eyes even tighter, determined to stay in bed until your alarm woke you up as you planned. But you chuckled when you heard Steve scolding his friend. “Leave her alone. You know she’s not a morning person, Sam. Let’s go.”

You let out a sigh of relief when they walked away from your door. The peace didn’t last long though, because only a few seconds later your stupid alarm went off. Those four precious minutes of sleep were gone and you were pissed. You really had to talk to Tony about making the walls in the tower sound proof. 

Come on, you thought. If the guys were up and going already, you could at least get out of bed. 

You quite literally rolled your body out of bed, slamming your hand down on the clock as you passed it, and walked over to your dresser to grab your bathing suit. 

Every member of the team had their own way of keeping in shape. The guys ran, you swam, Natasha just was, and the others practiced their talents to keep their powers up to snuff. You were the newest and youngest member on the team and you had to work a little harder to keep up.

You grabbed a plum, your water bottle and the backpack that had all your workout stuff already packed, entered the elevator and pressed the “P” button. 

When Tony found out you used the pool at the local YMCA he scolded you and teased for a week before he had an Olympic sized pool put into the tower. “How dare you pay for a membership, and walk all that way, to jump in a dirty pool with a bunch of people” He would say. You had explained at least a hundred times that you like the Y, it was always clean, and you had gotten to know the morning crowd, but he wouldn’t have it. You gave in because having your own pool that you didn’t have to pay to use rocked.

You let your heavy eyelids close as you sat at the edge of the pool and put your hair in a braid to fit it into the cap. After stretching and putting on your goggles and ear plugs, you jumped in. 

The second your face emerged from the water you groaned. “So cooooooold.” You complained. 

You got to it and did your laps for an hour, as you normally did. You were awake now and jumped out of the pool with vigor, only to shrivel at the cold air touching your body. You needed a hot shower ASAP.

You didn’t waste any time getting to the elevator that would take you back to your room and its attached bathroom. The doors opened to the floor with the team’s bedrooms and you didn’t see Steve, Bucky, or Sam. You guessed they took a longer run than usual and you were excited to beat them to the shower.

You practically ran to into your bathroom, ripping off your wet bathing suit and turning the shower onto its hottest setting. As soon as the water was warm enough, you jumped in and let it roll down your back. Once your back was warm you turned in slow circles so your whole body could be under the stream of water that would slowly increase the temperature of your cold skin.  

The water was so hot you almost couldn’t stand it, so you distracted yourself by washing the chlorine out of your hair because it hurt so good. You watched the steam float off your body when you heard a voice.

“Sorry to interrupt your shower, Miss, but Mr. Barnes insists that I ask you to give his hot water back.”

It took you a second to realize what she was talking about. It registered in your mind that you didn’t beat the guys home and you didn’t see Bucky when you came out of the elevator because he was already in his shower. 

When you didn’t answer her, F.R.I.D.A.Y. said “Mr. Barnes enjoys his hot showers too, Miss.”  

You laughed at this and said “F.R.I.D.A.Y., please tell him he can wait his turn.”

You continued washing the pool water off your body when you told your ceiling, “I didn’t know you were in the bathrooms, F.R.I.D.A.Y.” You couldn’t hide that you were a little weirded out. 

“Only audio, Miss.”

“Oh. Okay.” That was comforting.

After you were satisfied with how hot your skin was, you turned off the water and opened the shower door to step out. 

“Miss”

You jumped out of your skin and almost slipped and fell on the floor. You were going to have to get used to her being in the bathroom.

“Yeah?” You were a little irritated now.

“I suggest you grab your towel, you are about to have a visitor. 

Confused as all hell you quickly wrapped your dripping body in the towel sitting on the sink and prepared yourself for someone to walk in that door uninvited. 

You watched the doorknob turn and before the door even opened you heard, “I was in there first-”

Bucky’s voice cut out and he looked at you with wide eyes. You watched his eyes move down your dripping frame until they hit the towel. What did he expect to see when he walked in your bathroom-

You thoughts stopped as your eyes focused on him. Your brain didn’t allow you to think about anything else but him and his dark, wet hair in his face, and the water droplets running down his toned chest and torso until they reached the towel hanging too low on his hips for you to not stare at, and his long fingers holding the white fabric together and his strong, veiny arm that brought you back up to the darkened blue eyes trying to see through the towel that was wrapped around your body. 

You saw his tongue quickly skid across his lips and a smile form under red, blush-filled cheeks. 

He finally broke the silence between the two of you. “I was in there first” he said again.  

“Well, I was cold.” It was impossible for you to be witty when he was staring at you with that look in his eyes.  

He slowly walked toward you, closing the door behind him, until his face was so close to yours you could feel his breath on your lips.

“Next time you want a hot shower in the morning, just join me.”

And before you could find the breath in your lungs to answer him, he disappeared out the door, leaving only the scent of his soap in your bathroom.

Part 2 Hot Bath Anyone? 

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