and whisper sweet things into her ear

Lover Man
Billie Holiday
Lover Man

“My mind was filled with that great song “Lover Man” as Billie Holiday sings it; I had my own concert in the bushes. “Someday we’ll meet, and you’ll dry my tears, and whisper sweet, little things in my ear, hugging and a-kissing, oh what we’ve been missing, Lover Man, oh where can you be…” It’s not the words so much as the great harmonic tune and the way Billie sings it, like a woman stroking her man’s hair in soft lamp-light.” – Jack Kerouac, On The Road.

Waking Nightmares

Requested by @2-many-fandoms95You should do an imagine where the reader is at the line up and Daryl is chosen (they’re together obvi), and then all of a sudden she wakes up and it was just a nightmare and Daryl soothes her with sweet calming things and cuddling fluffiness ensues?

Waking Nightmares

You knelt in the dirt, shaking against the cold and the fear, as you watched Saviors jostling you and your family around. They forced Rick to his knees, who was the last one struggling to stay standing, then Dwight threw open a van door and pulled Rosita, Glenn, Michonne, and finally Daryl out into the open.

“Daryl?” You whisper, trying to meet his eyes from the opposite end of the line. He was hurt and pale, and you were terrified.

Blood was rushing in your ears, and you couldn’t hear anything as a man with a leather jacket and a baseball bat jumped out of the RV with a smile on his face. He was talking and pacing the semi-circle, but you were too scared to hear anything. All you really understood was that he was going to kill one of you.

You put your hands on the ground in front of you and attempted to get control over yourself. The ground was covered in a thick, black fog, and the swirling hands of the tar-like mist were reaching up for you and your family; threatening to drag you down into the hellish depths of the Earth.

“You. Are. It.” You heard Negan say, and you snapped your head up. He was pointing at Daryl with the bat; his smile twisted into a menacing sneer, thousands of razor sharp teeth glistening in the lights from the cars. He seemed to be unaffected by the slowly rising fog as he raised one clawed hand and gestured to the small line of people. “Nobody move.” His voice was distorted and far away, and yet, it felt like an eerie whisper at the back of the mind.

He pulled his bat up into position, then swung at the fast ball that was Daryl’s head. Lucille made a crunching and tearing sound as she collided with Daryl’s face.

The black fog invaded your lungs as you attempted to scream, and the scene went pitch black as you began to drown.

You woke up screaming, clawing at the sheets around you as you tried to catch your breath.

Daryl woke up instantly, and grabbed your shaking shoulders. “What happened? Why are you screaming?!”

You swallowed the rest of your scream and forced yourself to breath normally again. You got your bearings, looking around the familiar scenery of your bedroom to reassure you that you were home. Once you had calmed a bit, you grabbed Daryl by his shoulders and clung to him. “Oh thank god!” You cried.

Daryl wrapped his arms tight around you and said, “What’s going on?”

“I had a nightmare.” You say, sitting back a bit in bed so you could look at him. You reached up and ran your fingers gently over his temple, cheek, nose, and mouth; reassuring yourself that he was fully intact. Then, you said quietly, “I dreamed about that night at the lineup. That Negan chose you to die.” You felt like you were going to be sick. “I dreamed that I lost you back then.”

Daryl pulled you forward again into a crushing hug, laying back down as he did so that he could hold you against his chest. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. Negan’s locked up, and he can’t hurt us anymore. You don’t have to worry about him.”

You were crying now, tears rolling down your face sideways to land on Daryl’s bare chest. “I just… I can’t lose you.”

He squeezed you even tighter, and you relaxed a bit as he ran his fingers comfortingly across your back. “You won’t.” He says. “You will never lose me.” You nodded, still feeling the effects of the dream. Daryl began to kiss the top of your head and your forehead as you relaxed into his touch. “Are you feeling better?” He asks quietly after a few minutes.

“A little.”

“Anything else I can do?”

You shake your head a bit. “Just this. Please.” Daryl nods and keeps lazily dragging his fingers through your hair and down your back. After several more minutes, you began to feel sleepy again.

You tensed, fearing what would happen when you fell back asleep. Daryl placed a warm hand in the center of your back. “It’s alright. I’ve got you. You can fall back asleep.”

You smile a little, grateful for your husband’s support. You concentrated on relaxing again, then slowly drifted off to sleep and into a dream about your wedding day.


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•The Four Demons•
By. Maisy Owen

Anorexia is that sweet little skinny girl hiding in the back
Anorexia wrecks lives
Be like me she says
She’s sweet and small but poisonous
And she’s coming to get you
In her slow sweet little way

Bulimia is that girl who bullies you
That girl who makes you vomit
That girl who forces you to be skinny like her
That disgusting, brutal bully

Depression is that man in black, who whispers in your ear
And tells you all the things wrong with you
And brings out all your fear

Anxiety is that little boy
With wide eyes and no smile
Who’s terrified of everything
And says you should be to
He puts his fear on you
And let’s you take it for him
When there’s nothing to be afraid of

—  Maisy Owen

anonymous asked:

For the ship meme thing could you do Ruby and Neo please

Who said “I love you” first

Ruby still has these sad moments, when she’s remembering Pyrrha and Penny, and the burden of having to safe Remnant just seems to suffocate her. Neo always tries to comfort her, distract her, make her smile again. And once she leaned in close and whispered the words into her ear. 

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background

Ruby, because it’s inconvenient when Neo’s working. 

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror

They both do. 

Who buys the other cheesy gifts

Again, both. But Neo gets Ruby pretty things and sweets, Ruby gets Neo cute things and bakes her cookies. 

Who initiated the first kiss

Neo did. It took Ruby completely off guard. But she quickly decided that well, this was better than she could have imagined. 

Who kisses the other awake in the morning

Most of the time it’s Neo. 

Who starts tickle fights

Both and what they do there almost counts as training for combat. But after all Ruby is pretty shitty at fighting without her weapon, so she really needs it. 

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower


Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch

Neo, when she’s bored and wants to see Ruby. Though lunch usually means ice cream or cookies. Actually I like to think that ice cream with cookie crumbs in it is the one thing they both can absolutely agree on. And actually it’s also totally the best ice cream in the whole wide world, totally objective opinion here. 

Who was nervous and shy on the first date

Ruby, but Neo doesn’t like it when Ruby is shy and nervous, so she kissed her until she wasn’t anymore. 

Who kills/takes out the spiders

Seriously whoever sees them first, but Neo is not that cruel when Ruby’s around, because it just creeps her out. 

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk

None, because Ruby doesn’t get drunk and Neo doesn’t get loud. 

"But they're like fire"- A few thoughts.

Fire requires many things. The three most important however- Heat, fuel, and oxygen. Lucas and maya had heat, there was no doubt. The way they gazed at each other, the sweetness with which they held each other, the intensity in the way they roamed each other’s skin. If there was one thing no one could deny, it was that those two had heat. If you asked Shawn or Cory, there was maybe even too much.

But you need more than heat. You need fuel. Lucas was the fuel. He built maya up, whispering words of encouragement in her ear before she presented a new painting at the school’s art fairs, picking her back up, physically and emotionally, when she found herself at rock bottom. He was her gasoline, what kept her running. She never stopped running when she was with him. She wasn’t running away from anyone or anything, she ran because she could, he gave her the strength to run and she took it and for the first time let herself be happy. She ran. He would run along side her like he always did, lungs filling with oxygen- oxygen.

She was his oxygen. He breathed her in when he held her, she made a hurricane around him and he was the eye of it. She gave him the courage to take leaps, and gave him the full support of her love when he had to let things go.

She was his air, his reason for breathing. He was her fuel, what woke her up in the morning with a smile and put her to sleep feeling safe. They fit together perfectly, these two misfits. Like one of Maya’s paintings- chaotic and messy and unexpected and breathtaking. They lit up whichever room they walked into and left a lingering sense of home and safety long after they had left. Lucas and Maya, Maya and Lucas. They were like fire.

While I Live (And Until I Die) — The Life and Trials of Wanda Maximoff, from Sokovia to Wakanda

She feels it like it’s her own death: the rush of adrenaline; bullets tearing through flesh; the fear and the nothingness enveloping him. She screams a scream that nobody hears, and the world goes red with magic. Her chest explodes with rage and sorrow and all those other feelings one should hope to never know.

It starts in her lungs, and the words crawl all the way up to the tip of her tongue, fighting the way out of her lips, aching to be spoken. How cold they taste, how sweet they taste: in that moment, she knows that she could just will the world out of existence. Chaos is whispering into her ear, telling her all the ways she could make the pain go away. It’s a song of drums and harps and all things most beautiful and terrible.

Moments, hours, minutes later, she has red eyes staring into her own, and a hollow heart in her hand. The metal is cold, and cracks and breaks and turns to dust in her fist. She’s never felt so powerful or helpless.

She doesn’t speak the words, tries to pretend she never heard them. But they are still there, seared onto her brain, waiting for the right time to tempt her again.

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anonymous asked:

I like Heather and Maks partnership, like they're not there with the chemistry but I feel they will as the days go by. It was cute how Maks was whispering things to her. I do feel like she wasnt fully herself maybe because of the crazy backlash but Julianne stepped in and outright said it's different from what she was used to. It was a beautiful piece, Maks did a great job.

I’m with you on the chemistry not being quite there, I hope it can improve. I love how Maks always whispers in his partners ears, so sweet. The dance was gorgeous, I also loveddd Heather’s facials/emoting. Maks did a great job with the routine, I agree.

girl and boy and both and neither
all crammed into one body

she writhes in my throat
catching my words before I speak
while he curls around my lungs
making it hard for me to breathe

she sits on my shoulders
whispering into my ear
as he crawls into the spaces
between my trembling fingers

she bangs on my chest
war cries making my ribs crack
and he claws at my eyes
until I can no longer see myself

they snarl and fight
evenly matched
neither one winning
or losing

both just

until the day I realise
that it’s okay to let her speak
when her voice is soft and gentle
and his words are a thing of beauty
when they are sweet with poetry
and love

I don’t have to choose
one or the other
for I am both
and neither
at the same time
and that’s just how it is.

—  I am everything and nothing all at once.

james-k-delaney  asked:

And 19! Sorry I forgot a number!

Tommy/Grace - who likes to call the other one cute names?

The thought of either of these stoic, guarded idiots calling each other cute names is going to send me to an early grave. I think Tommy. I’ve always had it in my headcanons that he calls her Gracie in private, and I love to imagine he whispers sweet things in her ear when they’re alone, sometimes in English, sometimes in Romani.

Sweet Love

For @justelisaslife thank you for requesting this though I’m not too sure I did it justice :) Hope you like it anyway!

Fandom: X Men

Characters: Raven (Mystique) x Y/N

Word Count: 684

Request:  Could u write an one shot where the reader is just a normal human being. But Mystique meets her in a pub and sees that Charles talks with you , so she gets a little bit jealous and comes over them. And like the scene in the movie one of her eyes starts to change the colour (golden) So Charles wants to leave but the reader exactly knows what mystique is so she wants them to stay. Maybe you could also do a time skip where both of them are together and mystique and the reader are at home and mystique whispers sweet things in the readers ear. Hope it not to long ^_^

How can you tell a guy in the nicest possible way that you really aren’t at all interested in him? (Y/N) thought sourly as she was quite obviously being hit on my the man who had just bought her a vodka. Sure, he was cute, she knew that, but he really wasn’t her type. “It is simply fascinating.” Charles Xavier said again and she resisted the urge to role her eyes, this guy couldn’t even find his way to a good pick up line. She didn’t want to be mean, he was clearly a nice guy, but…

“You keep saying that.” (Y/N) laughed, he had been discussing her mixed eye colours for the past 10 minutes now. Her left eye was (Y/E/C) and her right eye was golden, so what? She sipped her drink and smiled at him, he smiled back.

“It’s a mutation you know.” He explained, she guessed he was a scientist of some kind, though he was quite young.

“Is that a bad thing?” She raised an eyebrow and downed the last of her vodka, signalling the bartender to get her another.

“No, not at all, you see, it makes you very unique.” Charles went on and began explaining the science behind it and the way it was caused, she nodded and smiled when she deemed it appropriate and slowly nursed her second drink.

After a while another woman began to approach the bar and (Y/N)’s eyes were immediately drawn to her. She was wearing a stunning black dress that showed a lot of cleavage and the most beautiful pearl necklace (Y/N) had ever seen.

“Raven.” Charles smiled and greeted her. So they know each other, (Y/N) figured.

“Charles, I do hope you aren’t bothering the poor girl.” The woman, Raven, said, giving you a once over with her eyes.

“I was just noting how fascinating her eyes were.” He explained to the dazzling new comer. “It’s an amazing mutation.” Something flickered in Raven’s eyes and where she once had two green eyes, one became gold, like (Y/N)’s.

Charles’ smile faded and he gave her a warning glance. “Raven.” He said sternly, she smirked and shrugged.    

“What?” She said innocently.

“How did you do that?” (Y/N) asked, she put her drink back on the bar counter. “You’re one of them aren’t you?” She was more intrigued than accusing, she’d never met a person with abilities before.

“I think we should go.” Charles said the her but (Y/N) shook her head.

“I think I’ll stay.” She said confidently. Raven waved Charles away and blocked him from looking at her, all her attention was solely on (Y/N).

“What do you want to know?” It sounded flirty and daring and (Y/N) couldn’t help but grin.

- 3 Years Later -

“You know I’m not calling you that, right?” (Y/N) laughed as Raven wrapped her arms around her waist.

“What’s wrong with Mystique?” She whispered in the girls ear seductively.

“Stop it!” (Y/N) squealed and tried to wriggle out of her girlfriend’s arms.

“Don’t you like that (Y/N)?” Raven teased, (Y/N) turned to face her partner and put her hand on her white cheek, pushing her hair behind her ear.

“I like you being you.” She said, with a smirk Raven’s white skin turned back to blue.

“Like this?” She bend down to try and kiss (Y/N) but she moved away laughing.

“No way, uh uh, not until you say that I don’t have to call you Mystique.” (Y/N) swatted her hand way playfully and Raven pouted and slid over to her lover, leaning in to whisper in her ear.

“But if you do…”

(Y/N) tried to resist the temptation but with Raven describing the things the was… She melted into the mutants embrace and kissed her passionately. “Fine, Mystique, you win.” The triumph on Raven’s face said it all and she pulled (Y/N) in closer, running a hand up and down her back.

“Good.” She whispered sweetly. “Now we can have some fun.”

Sweets (Jack Gilinsky)

The worst part of him being away was the things my mind convinced itself. I imagined him in some sleazy hotel room, with another girl gently stroking his abdomen as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear. I wasn’t even on his mind, just her locks of perfect curled hair and how they tickled his chest when she pressed her body against his. 

“I thought I’d never fall in love, then I met you.” He would whisper in your ear each night before he left, but somehow tonight you were lying in bed doubting every sweet word he spoke to you. Did he really miss you? Was he really sleeping or hanging out with friends? No, he was probably with the girl in his instagram picture. You missed Jack terribly, oh god you missed Jack. It had been a week since he left, and the seven days were complete torture. You tried to be positive over the short three minute phone calls and texts that he took hours to send. It was hard, but you loved him. 

You roll over and sigh deeply, you wanted so badly to hear his voice but if you called him he might think you’re being desperate and clingy. Tapping your fingers on your tummy your eyes shut, and reopen, and you feel tears roll down your prominent cheekbones.

 It was the first time you had cried since Jack left. You hated yourself for crying over something your own mind convinced itself. You use your fingertips to wipe away the tears and let out a shuddering breath. You had hit rock bottom, this was the hardest night since he left, and you felt like you were going insane. 

Eventually, you begin to drift off and the thoughts of Jack turn dull as your sleepiness takes over, you hadn’t slept in days. You were just about to fall asleep when you hear your distant text-tone come from the nightstand beside you. 

“I love you, sweets. Call you tomorrow x.” 

He isn’t my boyfriend, but he’s something, and he calls me sweets and I haven’t talked to him in a week because he’s out field and my mind has come up with all sorts of things…so I made this.- Bri x 

When your fingers traced my skin it would tingle
And to this day I can feel your lips on mine and your hands on my hips
But dammit now your hands are on her hips and your lips are no longer trailing kisses down my spine but whispering sweet things in her ear
And I hope she catches on before it’s too late
That your soul is broken and its like a black hole that sucks out all the happiness after its done
And that your hands are ropes that end up so tight you can’t breathe
And that you are the sun
And that you fucking burn
—  l.k
The Wind
The Wind


When I was young, I controlled the wind

At least, I could tell you I did

I knew I held no power over nature

I had no say in anything magical or wonderfully grand as the wind

But you will find that the wind is a beguiling and benevolent thing

And if you have the patience and manners to whisper sweetly in her ear

And all the charm and faith of a child

The wind will calm and the leaves on trees will shake with her sweet laughter

How quaint! That a child has thought to ask her for favors

So she will play along

With mirth, she will ruffle the edges of your skirt

And sweep up in splendid displays of her power

To playfully tug on the edges of your clothes

And toss your hair in every direction

She will smooth her hands over your skin soothingly

When you complain about the summer heat

Throw leaves beneath your feet to crunch and crinkle pleasantly in the fall

And whip up tiny dirt devils for you to watch

and laugh at while they precariously turn and wobble over the ground

I knew I did not control the wind when she blustered and blew strong enough

To topple trees and blister skin

But she would still play along

And gust when I asked, dance through the trees if I listened

You curse the wind and sigh when she rages across the plains

Is it any wonder she tangles your hair when you go outside

Takes your valuable and light possessions into her hands when opportunity arises

And does what she can to spite you?

Be still and patient with her

Learn to cherish the feel of her gliding over your skin

And the harsh burn of her in the cold months

And you will see that the wind is not the fiend you make her to be

Learn to whisper sweetly in her ear

With all the charm and faith of a child

And you will find the world an easier place

She doesn’t know how to love you
But she knows how to take hold
While she’s falling asleep
The light turns her hair gold.

And you reach like you’re going to touch her
But you don’t want her to wake
So you confine yourself to your side
For her bruised body’s sake.

She likes to call you when she’s drunk
And tell you you’re everything she needs
Whispering sweet things in your ear,
Planting love like little seeds.

—  C.J.S
I Won’t Leave You (Pietro x Reader)

(Gif credit to owner)

Fandom: Marvel

Character: Pietro Maximoff 

Persona: Female

Word Count: 278

Drabble Friday: Pietro is really worried about the reader cause she had a panic attack. Now he won’t leave her side cause he’s scared she will again, and he doesn’t want to leave her alone. Fluff

Sorry it’s late, enjoy <3

Pietro held you and rocked you from side to side. “(Y/N), it’s okay”, Pietro said as he moved his hand through your (H/C) locks. Your knuckles turned white because of your tight grip on his shirt. You sobbed into his chest, Pietro’s chin rested on the top of your head.

As he kept rocking you and whispering sweet things into your ear, you finally calmed down. Your grip loosened and you pulled away from him slightly. “Thank y-you Pietro” you stuttered, you rubbed your eyes with your hands.

“You can let go now” you said after Pietro continued to hold you, “I can”, he smiled, “But I’m not going to” and he pulled you back into his chest. “I’ll be fine now” you choked, his grip was tight. “I’m still not letting go”, Pietro grinned. You sighed and tried to get comfortable, “Well could we at least move elsewhere then?” you asked. “Sure”,he said and he scooped you up, “Where to princess?”. “My room please” you replied.

You had lay with Pietro for the rest of that day, watching movies on Netflixs and eating food from your secret stash. “Thank you for staying with me”, you whispered as another movie ended, but Pietro didn’t reply.

You lifted your head up off of his chest, he was in a peaceful sleep. You smiled at him and admired the way he looked. “Goodnight Pietro” you mumbled as you brushed a kiss against his cheek.

You placed your head back down on his chest, his arm had curled around your waist. You fell asleep to a pleasant thought, Pietro hadn’t left you because he was worried for you.

Girl who like girls, your love is like
Wild strawberries held in the palm
Of her hand like a gift. What god
Could ever frown on this? These
Sugared almonds taste like stardust,
This sweet powder is retaining on her lips-
And we have secrets, whispered in the ear
Or a shell: you hear the sound of her,
Her voice from far away, from underwater
Oh, my God. Christ died for such as this
To live. And there is beauty in a word
And in a wish held in the heart not tripped
On the tongue, because the fear, the fear
The stuttering stammering slip as
The birds stir in the bottom of
Your heart and stop your speech because
What if you spoke and then all hope
That she could ever love you vanished
Slurred itself into the sultry air and
Left you only with a blurred-out after-image
The impression of the pen that wrote
Love letters never sent, left there
Unreadable. Faint rememberings of
A love so great it drowns you in this loss
Like an outstretched hand, a cry up
To the heavens. And she kisses you
Like water to the parched man or
The man who thought he’d drowned -
She makes the water clear again.
No need of words. Her hand is like
A rose, and her arms are like the vine
Twist, curling, she grows round your soul
Constricts you kindly, so you think
You cannot breathe: so you become
A strange gold creature, you breathe her
And only her, her name is nectar
On your lips like God’s is and you know
He made you thus. She Is The One. She is a star.

On most nights, I’m in charge of putting Palmer to sleep. It’s one of my favorite things in the world- feeding her, burping her, saying her prayers, and letting her drift to sleep in my arms.

Some nights I put her right into her crib without taking a moment to enjoy her sweet face resting on my shoulder. And others (like tonight) I let her linger. I whisper in her ear how much I love her and how proud I am to be her Mom. That she is the greatest gift I’ve ever been given.

And before you know it, I am in tears. Wondering how I’m going to one day handle sending this precious little person off to her first day of kindergarten, wipe away the sting after she falls off her bike for the first time, and mend her first broken heart. I realize that one day, she’ll be too big to hold in my arms. And I question how my soul is going to handle all of this. How will I find the strength to continuously “let her go” when I want her to stay my little girl forever?

I suppose I’ll start with letting her sleep on my shoulder for one minute longer than I probably should. I have cookies to make (for her first day of daycare tomorrow), laundry to fold, and a house to clean… but NOTHING will ever be as important as my daughter.

sweet dreams palmer jane.