hit her with a pillow!

Richonne Head Canon Bingo

44. Who calls up the landlord when the heat’s not working?

“Are you going to fix it, or am I?”

“I wouldn’t know how to,” he replied lazily from where he lay. “’Sides, we shouldn’t mess around with it.”  

“So, does that mean you’re going to call the landlord?” raising her eyebrows as she dials the number anyway. Rick answers her with a noncommittal noise as he turns his head back into the pillow, and she hits call before burying her cold fingers back in her pocket.

The tone rings on unanswered three times when she’s caught off-guard, feeling a hand gently touching her waist, another pushing her hair away from her neck – she feels the biting cold there, until he brings his lips to the curve of her neck. If someone does pick up at the other end of the line, she doesn’t notice.

“There are other ways to get warm, ‘chonne.”

(written by @lnshrr)

“Hello! I hope it’s not too late to send in a request. Could you write a Cassian x reader where she hasn’t slept in days and they argue about it and then Cassian has enough and just throws her over his shoulder but when they reach her room she asks him to stay bc she has nightmares? Just something fluffy and cute? Thank you!” - anonymous 

Originally posted by krasnaya-ledi

She was sensitive to the force. Not sensitive to move things, or people in that matter, but she was sensitive enough to see visions. The moment her head would hit the pillow she’d see the future. It didn’t bother her though, most of the time the imagines turned out to be false. They were just pointless nightmares if anything, something she’s learned to live with. Recently though something switched. With the rumors of the Empire building a super weapon, Y/N was uneasy. 

She started avoiding sleeping like it was the plague. Something told her that this time her dreams — night terrors actually — weren’t as false as her past encounters. Of course she did not share this with anyone, she was more or less the crazy lady of the rebellion, as stated before, rarely did her visions come true, she wasn’t a Jedi after all. So she kept it to herself, only closing her eyes for rare moments when her body would give out completely.

She was currently sat in Cassian’s ship, returning from a mission she had done a pretty decent job in. The sleep deprivation seemed abandoned while facing the Empire scum, adrenaline pumping through her veins as she restlessly thought a pack of troopers, bloody fists now wrapped in bandage since of the damage. But now she was out of it, the rebelling had drained her and she didn’t even notice that the ship had already landed and the captain had been standing in front of her for a good five minutes. He examined her closely; her lips were chapped, parted as she took breaths too slowly, her eyelids kept coming shut, her slender fingers forcing them to stay open, digging into the purple bags hung under her eyes.

“Why haven’t you been sleeping?” He asked, thick accent catching the woman’s attention as she looked up at him, her brows coming down in a frown, not helping her drowsy eye situation as she narrowed her gaze.

“Not sleeping? I’m sleeping, you’re not sleeping.” Was all she mustered, looking at Cassian was all too familiar to sleeping. Probably should’ve mention that her night terrors were about the captain. It was no secret that she had it bad for him, even the reprogrammed imperial droid could tell, she had known him for good two years now, and while she hasn’t made a move she was completely fine with their current relationship. He was a busy man, fight for the greater cause, and she did not want to intervene. Maybe she should’ve though, because see, her night terrors were of him dying for the greater cause. And that just made her want to scream, it felt too damn real and like something the captain was most definitely capable of doing. It was simply unbearable to see him gone every time she shut her eyelids.

“When was the last time you slept?” He questioned further, the woman lazily pointing out her slender fingers to count them as she poked her tongue out, looking at her palm as if it was the hardest task she was ever given to.

“About 5 days ago, hoping to hit the one week record. Woohoo!” She cheered quietly, Cassian sighing as she looked down at her sheepish grin. He loved the woman dearly, anyone could see it if they looked close enough, key word being close enough, nobody did that so he usually went by just as her friend. And he was of course, but he really was in love with her, and he knew all about her sleeping habits. Actually that’s how he came to fall for her, their first mission together she had a feisty one, he even had to hold her down to stop her from hurting herself. She only calmed down when she let it out, he spent the entire night listening at how fucked in the head she was. And so it became their thing, Cassian was the only one to hear all about her visions, and secretly he had hoped to always stay the only one to know.

“Come on, you’re going to bed right now.” He mused, tugging at her hand to which she didn’t budge, only frowning like a small child as she shook her head. He rolled his eyes then, but he was determined enough as he picked her up, throwing her smaller frame over his shoulder as she shrieked. He carried her out of the ship, turning for the base and the direction of her room. She hit the back of him repeatedly, but her body was so deprived it was only mare pats. He entered the code of her room, heading straight for the tidy bed as he put her down. “Sleep, alright?”

“No.” She whined, now not letting go of him, hands tightly wrapped around his. “I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I — I keep seeing you. Dead. There’s a beach, a sunset but not really, a huge blast actually. You’re already shot, probably more than twice, maybe even a few broken bones since you fell from somewhere high.” She whispered, the man’s heart swelling at how her lips started to tremble just to the thought of it. Yet she had to see it every time she tried to rest.

“Hey, this is gonna sound offensive in a way — ” he sat down, Y/N immediately latching on to him as she climbed to his lap, Cassian lying down so she could fall on top of him. “ — but your visions are mostly false. Name one time they turned out like you saw them? Not even once, Y/N, only very few details were like you said. And me dying? No, you’re not getting rid of me that easily. By the beach? How weak, I would die only if Lord Vader himself force choked me.” Y/N giggled as the man spoke, not as frightened by what her mind tried to warm them about anymore. After all they were just visions, and as repeated; the woman rarely nailed them down to be true, so she closed her eyes, head placed above his beating heart, she finally slept, with the idea that the vision was fake like any other. 

Oh how wrong were they.

Like Heaven

Pairing: Warren Worthington III x Reader

Summary: Warren catches his girlfriend, Y/N, doing some ‘private things’ in her bedroom one night, and decides to join in.

Warning: nsfw !!!

Word Count: 478

A/N: i’m legit such a slut for warren lol // oh yeah, Y/N is a mutant & her mutation is the same as Warren’s, except her wings are black.

Originally posted by claracivry

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Alarm beeps at 6:00 am

*Shikamaru hits the snooze button*

7 minutes later…alarm beeps at 6:07 am

*Temari wakes up*

*Shikamaru hits the snooze button*

*Temari goes back to sleep*

7 minutes later…alarm beeps at 6:14 am

*Temari wakes up and looks at Shikamaru*

*Shikamaru hits the snooze button*

*Temari plushes her pillow slightly annoyed but goes back to sleep*

7 minutes later…alarm beeps at 6:21 am

*Temari wakes up, rolls over Shikamaru, snatches the alarm plug out of the outlet, and chucks it across the room, then lays back down*

Shikamaru: “Just wake me up in 7 minutes…”

Hey Weiss, is Ruby ticklish? (Asked by anon)
  • Weiss, calmly, without even looking up from her textbook: Yes of course.
  • Ruby, embarrassed: GAAAAH! WEISSSSS, YOU SAID THAT WOULD BE PRIVATE!
  • Weiss, smiles slyly and looks up from her work, gives off a smug shrug: Ah gee Ruby I'm sor-
  • Weiss, gets interrupted as a pillow hits her face, which drops to reveal a ticking eyebrow: RUBYYYYYYY!!!!! YOU'RE SUCH A CHILD
  • macarthur: hey sanders
  • sanders: i'm sleeping
  • macathur: sanders guess what
  • sanders: macarthur it's 2 am go to bed
  • macarthur: i have to tell you something, it's important
  • sanders: fine, what?
  • macarthur: i love it when you call me big chungo
  • sanders: i'm divorcing you

“But really…” Cat gasped, eyes closing as her head hit the pillow, Kara’s warm breath sending goosebumps down her neck. “How much sex is…too much sex?”

“Excuse me?” Kara paused.

“I mean, at some point the Earth has to have enough trees and gardenia bushes and cascading succulents…”

“Are you…complaining about the amount of sex we’re having?”

“No,” she shook her head, covering her mouth as she hiccuped, feeling the effects of the whiskey she’d treated herself to after dinner. “I’m just saying…shouldn’t we be concerned…”

“So…you don’t want me to…”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Because…I know we just finished eating,” Kara began her descent again, lips pressed against Cat’s collarbone, nibbling, watching the way it made her back arch off the bed. “…and I know…we’ve already done it at least…three…”

“Four…”

“Four…times today. But all I can think about…is making you come again…and again…until I can’t taste anything else but you…on my lips…and you’re shaking in my arms…”

“I don’t shake…”

“Like hell you don’t…” Kara giggled, teeth brushing against her rib cage before replacing them with her tongue.

“Fine,” Cat exhaled. “Then show me…”

What Friends are For: Pietro/Reader

Rating: NC17

Word Count:1977

Summary: You come home from a stressful week of working, unable to complete the mission Fury has sent you on. Being the good friend he is, Pietro helps relieve some stress. 

Author Notes: I’ve wanted to write Pietro smut so badly so I wrote this in about two hours. I got it from a post I saw my prompt was ‘eating you out as a friend’ Printessa means princess. 


(Y/N) fell onto one of the couches in Avenger tower with a satisfying thump. Her head hit the pillow perfectly and she wanted nothing more than to let herself drift to sleep on the couch after a long day. A migraine soon began to kick in. When her body relaxed, the soreness of her muscles became apparent. She let out a groan rolling to her side. This week was really kicking her ass. Fury had the spy looking high and low for a very specific Hydra agent, and he was extremely elusive. She was beginning to expect he knew he was being spied on by how well he evaded her. The stress was hitting hard this time around.

               “Tough day?” Came the beautiful Russian accent of the most attractive man in the Avengers. Captain American be damned, Pietro Maximoff won (Y/N)’s heart any day of the week.

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anonymous asked:

hello~! love the blog, could i request some fluffy sleepover head canons with Lillie and her female s/o?

- She doesn’t have much if any sleepover experience so she is so so sooo excited about this

- She would totally start a pillow fight, even though she would never hit you that hard with her pillow

- Her favorite thing to do would be baking something with you. She’d love to make something for you two to eat while watching movies.

- Speaking of movies, she really wouldn’t want to watch a horror movie. She’d prefer something more light-hearted like a romcom. But if you persuaded her to watch it with you, you better expect her to be holding you tight the whole time and hiding her face in your shoulder

- She is not a night-owl. It is really difficult for her to stay-up late. So by the time your second or third movie has ended, she is asleep on your arm

- You’d have to wake her up so she could get ready for bed, and she does so half asleep

- Even though you two have separate sleeping bags, they are right next to each other so you two can wrap your arms around each other. Again, she falls asleep quickly

- She’d probably wake up before you, so she’d make a nice breakfast, like pancakes or french toast, to surprise you before you wake up

Morning Has Broken

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing(s): George Weasley x reader
Warnings: Language
A/N: Posting this one way too early. @cocoobbesses @marvelximagines @ladywiseowl @ass-hlee @multi–fandom-imagines

You were sound asleep, snuggled up under a thick warm duvet, the world outside muffled by a blanket of snow. Everything was quiet, and peaceful.
At least until the bedroom door burst open, and all hell broke loose.
“IT’S CHRISTMAS!”
You and Ginny, whose room you’d been sharing for the past week, nearly fell out of your beds as three grinning redheads shook you awake.
“Piss off, guys,” grumbled Ginny, pulling the blankets over her head. Fred and Ron started hitting her with pillows, while George sat down beside you.
“Merry Christmas, (Y/N/N),” he grinned, kissing your cheek gently. You smiled, hugging him tightly.
“Merry Christmas, Georgie.”
He scooped you up in his arms, blankets and all, and started down the many stairs of the Burrow, where you’d been staying during the holidays.
“Merry Christmas, Mrs Weasley!” you called, George carrying you into the kitchen where his mother stood by the stove. She smiled at the sight before her, coming over to hug you both.
“Merry Christmas, dears. And how many times, (Y/N)? You call me Molly,” she scolded jokingly.
“Merry Christmas, Molly,” you corrected yourself.
The three of you turned at the sound of heavy fast footsteps on the stairs, and you were joined in the tiny kitchen by Ginny, Hermione, Harry, Ron, Fred and Percy, who’d actually left his room for once. Mr Weasley trailed behind them, still yawning.
Once everyone had wished everyone a merry Christmas, and Molly had handed out hot chocolates, you all made your way into the living room.
The Christmas tree towered above all of you, the lights reflecting off the many presents stacked beneath it.
Arthur went and knelt by the first stack of presents, taking one from the top of the pile.
“First present for…Ron!”
As everyone grabbed their presents, George turned to you with a grin and a small box in his hand.
“Merry Christmas, (Y/N),” he said softly, handing you the box. You watched him curiously, opening the box carefully and smiling warmly when you saw the contents.
A beautiful silver locket rested on a tiny pale blue cushion, the chain thin and delicate. George watched you anxiously, studying your expression.
“Do you like it?” he asked shyly. “I wasn’t sure-”
You silenced him by pressing your lips to his. “I love it, George. Thank you.”
He grinned, sweeping your hair over one shoulder so he could fasten the necklace.
“Look inside,” he smiled, playing with the end of your hair. You raised your eyebrows curiously, carefully opening the locket. You grinned, seeing the photo of you and George inside. His arm was around your shoulders, just like it was now, but you both looked a lot younger. You must have only been about thirteen.
“I remember this,” you smiled. “The day you asked me out.”
He grinned, kissing your forehead gently. “I was terrified.”
“You tripped over your robes,” you recounted, smirking. He tickled your sides.
“Did you have to bring that up?” he laughed.
“Of course!”
He rolled his eyes, reaching into his pocket and bringing out a tiny sprig of mistletoe.
“Merry Christmas, (Y/N),” he said, holding the mistletoe between the two of you. You smiled, cupping his cheek and leaning in.
“Merry Christmas, George,” you whispered just before your lips met.

The Silent Treatment - C.H.

Request: Calum- he finds out that i self harmed in the past and he gets upset/mad that I didn’t tell him. He doesn’t talk to me for a few hours and I have a little breakdown and he feels bad and comforts me and says how much a loves me, ect. I hope you can do this :)

Summary: Calum finds out a secret about Y/N.

Pairing: Calum x Female Reader

Warning: mentions of self harm

It’s been a long day. Y/N had a hard time at work today and decided to do something good for herself and get to sleep as soon as she came home. Calum found her crashed out in the bed when he came back from the studio, knowing it was lights out as soon as she hit the pillow because she was still in her work clothes- heels and all. He chuckled to himself, walking quietly to the bed and sliding off her heels, putting them on the floor by the foot of the bed. Though they’ve been dating for nearly five years, it didn’t feel right to undress her without consent, so he went to wake her up.

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When people ask me how this chapters goin 😂😂😂
  • Harley: I wanna play
  • Joker: you're 9 months pregnant
  • Harley: And???
  • Joker: I can't enjoy sex when all I'm gonna be thinking about is whether or not my dick is hitting a baby in the head
  • Harley: Think of it as making my body a bouncy house instead. Bouncy houses are fun.
  • Joker: sleep's fun, too.
  • Harley: oh yeah? If it's so fun then how come you never let me get any before I got pregnant?
  • Joker: *shifts eyes left and right and blinks* well now I'm sayin' sleep's fun so shut up and get some.
  • Harley: *sits up in bed and throws the covers aside* PPPPPLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEAAAAAASSSSSEEEEE!!
  • Joker: *hits her in the head with a pillow* FINE! But the second your water breaks I'm tossin' your ass in the bath tub and leavin' you to it
  • Harley: bitch.
  • Joker: What?
  • Harley: What?
Dread On A Dingy

Originally posted by stupidteletubbie

((Heads up, just putting an NSFW on here just in case, some violence))

Quillys had been rocked to sleep by the gentle waves as they danced under the small boat. She couldn’t sleep in the Ashemore manor, she didn’t want to deal with Vaysta’s accusing looks, words of worry. So tonight she found herself in an odd place. It was Iosif’s dingy, a simple vessel, but it was comfortable and far away from those she was hurting with her facade of false love and indifference.

Sleep would pull the woman into a horrid waltz the moment her head hit the pillows. Morpheus was eager to see Quillys it seemed, her dreams would make for a lovely bit of entertainment. Quillys was tugged deeper and deeper into the waltz, the waking world soon falling away as the woman found herself watching a play of sorts.

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tavsancuk  asked:

Annlett for the ship meme.

Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versa

- Edmund, and he’s terribly embarrassed about it.

Who doodles little hearts all over the desk with their initials inside them

- Edmund, and then quickly washes it off because he doesn’t approve of vandalism.

Who starts the tickle fights

- Anna, because she’s figured out exactly where he’s ticklish and it’s the best way to get his attention if he’s gotten trapped in a novel.

Who starts the pillow fights

- Anna, and it’s not so much pillow fights as it is her hitting him for waking her up too early.

Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile

- Anna. Edmund always does seem to relax more easily than she does.

Who mistakes salt for sugar

- Edmund, and then Anna laughs at him for ages because the face he made was too good.

Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morning

- Neither, they’re not monsters.

Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines

- Edmund, and it’s not so much a pick up line as way too awkwardly poetic.

Who rearranges the bookshelf in alphabetical order

- Edmund. His books have to be in order, damn it.

Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies

- Anna. Edmund can’t cook.

Who buys candles for dinners even though there’s no special occasion

- Edmund, because Anna is perfect and deserves nice things.

Who draws little tattoos on the other with a pen

- Anna, and Edmund doesn’t notice she’s drawn on him until it’s over.

Who comes home with a new souvenir magnet every time they go on vacation

- Edmund, because he’s a big dork.

Who convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys in the back of magazines

- Anna does the convincing, but Edmund believes in them more than she does.

Random headcanon

Harley will sometimes have movie nights where she’ll make a pillow fort and get a giant bowl of ice cream to watch some random horror movie she found. Joker always turns down her invitation to join until he gets tired and lonely and somehow always find his way into her lap (and she has to make sure not to hit him in the head with her bowl of ice cream)

Things were still in flashes, slowly coming to again after blacking out on the sidewalk. She’d hit the ground hard holding her hands as best as she could hold them to her chest only remembering the rush of adrenaline coursing through her body and the pain only hoping Phoebe was okay. The heavy fog of sedation was hitting her hard but slowly the woman came to consciousness, propped up by pillows tasting that terrible antiseptic smell in her mouth. “I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck or I was pinata, I think I was the pinata hit by a truck– ugh” Liana breathed, shaking her head trying blow a piece of hair out of her face, still groggy but awake smiling weakly as she gave up on the damn piece of hair. Only seconds later she started to cry, mainly out of exhaustion throwing her head back against the pillows. “Phoe - is Phoebe okay?”

leonacastellanos  asked:

are you still doing the meme? jackie and donna ♡

  • Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versa: It happens to everyone, but it’s more often to Donna when she’s mad or nervous.
  • Who doodles little hearts all over the desk with their initials inside them: Both, they cute af. But like in all seriousness, Donna’s back of her journal is such a mess of doodbles and hearts and Jackie’s name, it’s embarrassing.
  • Who starts the tickle fights: Donnaaaaaaaa. Like I said before, Jackie is mega ticklish and that makes her an easy target.
  • Who starts the pillow fights: Jackie, there’s always a good excuse to start a pillow fight. Sometimes, she will hit Donna with her pillow to stop her from tickle her, tho.
  • Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile: Donna, Jackie falls sleep easily and fast. So Donna is the one that always gets the chance to admire her cute face as she sleeps.
  • Who mistakes salt for sugar: None, but there was a time when Donna was lecturing Jackie about the way she was treated at the channel she was working on, and she accidentally put salt on her coffee and Jackie hasn’t stop laughing about it.
  • Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morning: None, sleep is sacred and they respect the other’s resting time.
  • Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines: Jackie, but she gets dirty after a few lines lol.
  • Who rearranges the bookshelf in alphabetical order: Donna, she needs everything visible for her to grab, so it needs order..
  • Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies: Jackie
  • Who buys candles for dinners even though there’s no special occasion: Jackie, she romantic af.
  • Who draws little tattoos on the other with a pen: Donna, she is always doodling on Jackie during lazy afternoons..
  • Who comes home with a new souvenir magnet every time they go on vacation:Jackie, most times. Donna sometimes chose one or two, knowing Jackie likes those things at their home.
  • Who convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys in the back of magazines: Jackieeee, but Donna would ask her to do one if she finds one she likes on her magazines.