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Whatever You Say

Originally posted by provemeblasphemy

Request: if requests are still open a Tyler Joseph smut would be cool if you could make it a smut where they are parents and their kids are asleep like a room away and they can’t wake the kids? maybe? only if you wanna do it tho.

A/n: I don’t really like the way this came out, but I hope you enjoy regardless xx

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Please? Part Fifteen

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  • Daryl Dixon x Reader
  • 1066 words
  • Warnings: Language

Everyone welcomes Carol back after you get her some water and a little bit of food into her system. She isn’t hurt, just a little dehydrated and afraid. She’s doing much better after a little bit of rest in her own bed.

But that problem doesn’t last long when Daryl, Rick, and Hershel interrogate a woman Rick found by the fence. You promise Daryl that you’ll stay with Carol, keep her company and make sure she eats a little at a time.

She doesn’t want to stay in her cell, so she sits out at one of the tables and holds Little Asskicker, singing to her and telling her how cute she is. You watch as she tries to feed her once or twice, but the baby isn’t hungry.

“Maybe this is a good time to try and sleep.” You smile at Carol, unable to hide how happy you are to have her back.

Carol shakes her head and rocks the baby in her arms, never taking her eyes off of the little thing. “I have done nothing but rest. Let me help.”

You agree and go back to braiding Beth’s hair for her. She hums a little tune and you and Carol join in after realizing she’s singing an old classic lullaby for the baby.

When Beth is satisfied with her braid, she jumps up and runs over to help Carl with some redecorating . The two of them have grown close, which is a good thing. You watch how they sit together and laugh, like normal kids should do.

“How are things with you and Daryl?” Carol asks. She stands up and starts walking around the cell block., bouncing the little baby until she closes her eyes and goes off to sleep. “You two seem closer.”

“A little.” You smile. “I think we have pushed aside all those obsticles that wee on our way. All thanks to him.” You can’t hide the smile whilst you remember the night with Daryl. Even though you ruined it after the act, it was still a good memory of Daryl trying to cheer you up. He thought you needed it at the time, so he was willing to break his own doubts—at least that’s how you took it.

Carol smirks a little, watching you sway on your feet. “Something big happened.”

“What?” You snap out of it and look over at Carol. “No…” You gulp, wishing yourself out of this room.

“No, it did. What? He go down on you?” She teases.

“He did not.” You cross your arms over your chest.

Carol laughs. “You went down on him?!”

You hold up your hands and look over to see that Beth and Carl are still in their own little corner before you turn back to Carol. “Nothing like that.”

Carol’s mouth drops open and she throws her head back to laugh harder. “Oh that’s something I would love to see. Wait, that’s weird. It’s weird… I didn’t picture him for that type of guy!” She looks at you.

“I didn’t either. Until… he started it.” You shrug. “Don’t you dare tell him you know! It’ll embarrass him too much.” You warn, pointing a finger at her.

Carol walks over and sits down on one of the steps. She nods, her face turning serious. “I promise, I will never mention sex to Daryl.” She can’t contain her laughter.

And neither can you.

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You’re sitting in the backseat of the SUV with Daryl, your feet in his lap as he traces designs into the fabric of your jeans. He’s nervous, scared maybe, to know what could have happened with his buddy, Glenn and Maggie. He’s nervous for what you four may find once you get there, where Michonne is pointing you.

Rick drives, though Daryl tries to take over the wheel even after he’s on the road, just to keep Rick a little sane. Since Lori’s death, he hasn’t exactly been himself. And now with Carol back from the dead, you don’t know how much sanity is left.

It is a somewhat quiet ride. Rick turns on the air conditioning that blasts in your face. Daryl grabs his poncho from the back and covers you up, gently, so you don’t freeze.

“Carl wants to name her Judith.” Rick says after a while of driving.

Daryl looks up and tilts his head to the side. “Guess Lil’ Asskicker is outta the question.” He pokes his lower lip out and you try to conceal a giggle.

Rick nods and glances at Daryl through the rearview mirror. “I’m afraid so.” He says with a straight face, but he chuckles and looks back at the road.

You giggle as Daryl snaps his fingers playfully, whining about his cool name. You lean over and kiss his cheek. “I thought it was a cute name myself.” You rub his chest lovingly.

The inmate, Oscar, you are pretty proud for finally remembering his name, is sitting by the other window. He chuckles and watches how you interact with Daryl. “You two married or somethin’?” He asks.

Daryl shoots him a look, pulling you just a little closer to him. “Does it matter? She’s mine.”

“Calm down. He was asking a question.” You turn his face to you and kiss his cheek. This new and improved Daryl was a bit nice. Overly protective, but he was sweet, too.

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“Is this the place?” Rick whispers to Michonne.

You and Daryl scout a little ahead, looking around to make sure no one is patrolling out here. Rick’s voice drowns out some as you two get a little further away.

Woodbury, the place Michonne told the group about. It looks small enough, though Michonne mentioned how big it is once you get inside. She didn’t give so many details, just where she thinks Glenn and Maggie may be held.

“If worse comes to worse,” Daryl grabs your hand and holds you back. “run. Don’t worry ‘bout nuthin’ else.”

“I’m staying with you.” You look up at him. “No matter what happens. That’s what we have to do.”

Daryl sighs and nods his head, looking down at the ground. “S’pose I ain’t gotta worry, huh? You’ve made yourself tough.”

You take his cheeks between your hands so he looks at you. You smile at him, assuring him you will be okay. “I have learned from the very best.”

starlight (jane/kurt drabble)

Summary: Kurt sings to baby Eden.

A/N: Just a little drabble. Lyrics & title come from “Starlight” by Muse.

Jane rolled over in bed, expecting to roll right into Kurt – as she usually did – but instead, found his side of the bed empty. She buried her face into his pillow and took a deep breath in, letting his scent fill her lungs, instantly feeling a familiar sense of home and comfort.

She opened one eye and saw some light from the hall peeking into the darkness of their room and then heard his voice come through the monitor on his bedside table, singing to their baby.

‘Hold you in my arms…I just wanted to hold you in my arms…”

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Sing The Night Away

Request ~  You still doing requests? Can you make a NateMare fic where the reader is asleep and they’re having a nightterror and Mare hums in hopes of mellowing the dream(you’re not supposed to wake the person from the dream) Please and thank you!

I actually had to do a bit of research for this one since I could only vaguely remember how night terrors worked. I hope this was what you were looking for!

Originally posted by millstoney

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Lullabies // A Phan One-Shot

For the ficlet challenge

Genre: parent!phan, domestic fluff

Words: .7k

Relationship status: married

Warnings: memes

Summary: Dan has an idea for how to get Emily to fall asleep.

A/N: this is my favorite so far :) 

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“Rainbow” by Robert Plant

Lullaby and… The Ceaseless Roar (2014)

Wise Men Say (A Bluepulse Fanfic)

Bart Allen was never a patient person. Never. It was speedster trait, and ran hard in the Allen family. So it was to be expected that he tended to barge in to people’s rooms when they took too long. And after a few interruptions that left his friends and teammates feeling the mode, he was forced to control himself with Nightwing making the rule, of course. But rules were made to be broken and today was no exception.

  “Hey Blue! You ready to hang out today?” Bart knocked on his friend’s door, making an effort to be the slightest bit patient. He was in his casual clothes, a cream colored long sleeved shirt and olive green pants, and of course sporting his special black speedster shoes. He had planned for them to go to the mall, at his insistence. We don’t have malls in the future, Blue! So, of course, Jaime decided to humor him. Not that he was complaining about having a casual day either.

  “Blue? You in there?” Bart asked the door. No respose.

  What’s taking him so long? He better not be asleep. Bart took a deep breath. Nightwing was right, he had to calm down and let people go about their day in “normal people time”. Not that anyone on the team was normal, but whatever. Bart sighed as he leaned against the wall. His foot started to tap rapidly. Then he heard it.

  Music.

  What is he doing? Bart thought, as he pressed his ear to the metallic door. Yeah, that was definitely music. A familiar melody, no doubt. Then he heard a voice, not one he had heard before.

  “Los hombres sabios dicen, solo tontos hacen cosas de prisa. Pero no puedo mas que enamorarme de ti.”

  Singing, in Spanish. Someone was singing in Spanish. What.

  IS THAT JAIME? I have to see this. Bart thought excitedly. He quietly phased through the door, ready to embarrass him.

  Jaime was shirtless. That was pretty normal. But Bart still starred. Jaime was on the left side of the room, where his dresser was open. Bart kept close to the door, in case he turned around, but Jaime was too busy looking for a shirt to notice Bart.

  The music was coming from a speaker on Jaime’s nightstand on the left of his bed, and Bart definitely recognized the song now. It was a classic lullaby his mother used to sing to him, a song by a man named Elvis.

  Jaime was still singing while he put on his gray shirt. “Si me quedo. Seria un pecado?” He fixed his hair, glancing at himself in the in the mirror. Sadness glazed over his eyes. “Si no puedo mas que enamorarme de ti, Bart.”

Bart stood incredibly still, shocked at the mention of his name. He remembered the song, it was about love.

  “But I can’t help falling in love with you.” His mother sang to him, holding him close. “I love you very much, Bart.”

  He blinked, the memory gone. He wasn’t sure what to do now. Did that mean that Jaime… No, it’s no possible. “Bart” is word in Spanish, right?

  Do I interrupt him? Oh, he’s gonna kill me. Bart was still stiff, unsure of what to do. He kept glancing back at the door, wondering if it was too late to make a run for it. Hehe, run for it.

  Bart was never a patient person. Nor was he a practical one. So he did the most Bart Impulse Allen thing he could do in this situation: He started singing.

  “Wise men say, only fools rush in.” he started soft, emulating the coo of his mother’s voice.

  Jaime spun around. “Bart?” There was a sudden hitch in his voice.

  Jaime Reyes, the Impulse has discovered us. Immediate action: incineration.

  “But I can’t help falling in love with you.” Bart sauntered over to Jaime’s Bed, moving in rhythm to the music. He grabbed the hairbrush from Jaime’s nightstand, bringing it to his lips. He looked at him with a soft, innocent expression.

  “Hermano I-“ Jaime fell silent as he felt a soft warm hand graze his own. Green eyes gazed up to brown ones through locks of auburn hair.

  “Take my hand.” Bart entwined his fingers in Jaime’s, still singing into the hairbrush. In one fluid movement, he spun Jaime around, still swaying to the beat of the music. He brought the other boy close. “Take my whole life too.”

  Jaime faltered, misstepping and nearly falling into Bart’s arms. A blush spread across his face. “Bart-“ he sighed.

  “But I can’t help falling in love. With. You. Jaime Reyes.” Bart smiled, and it was like a ray of light in Jaime’s eyes.

  “You weren’t supposed to hear that ese.” Jaime smiled despite his embarrassment.

  “Yeah, but I did. And I’m glad, because now I know you love me back.” There was a mischievous glint in Bart’s eye.

   Realization dawned on Jaime, and his eyes overflowed with tears of happiness.

   “Oh, cariño.” And they held each other close, relishing the moment.

   Just the two of them. Together. And the music played on.

FIVE YEARS LATER

   Tuxes and dresses, such a formal occasion. As a wedding should be. People were laughing and dancing, enjoying themselves in a way that they haven’t been able to do for a long time.

  Jaime Reyes was standing, watching the festivities. He still wasn’t used to the black tie, but he knew it was the best he looked in ages.

  “Hey there ese. Can I have this dance?” Bart approached him, holding out a hand, that impish grin hadn’t changed a bit.

  “I would hope my own husband would want to dance with me.” Jaime smiled shyly, grabbing Bart’s hand in his own. Kahji Da purred in delight.

  “Of course, our song is playing after all.” Drawing Jaime close, and chuckling when he misstepped.

  And it was. The familiar melody. The song about love, by Elvis. Their song.

  Bart mouthed the words, as they swayed gently to the music. Jaime held the shorter boy close.

  “I love you, Bart.” Jaime whispered into his husband’s ear.

  “Te amo Jaime.” Whispered Bart. The music played on.

   Bart was never a patient person. Never. But waiting for Jaime to marry him was his greatest challenge.

   And it was so worth it.

子守唄。Lullaby.

「ねむれ~ねむれ~母の胸に~」の歌い出しで有名なシューベルトの子守唄。Franz Schubert’s lullaby(Wiegenlied) is one of the most famous lullabies in Japan. What lullabies were sung to you as a child?

music video(English version) created by @PINKFONG.

♪Slumber, slumber, O my darling baby,♪

♪gently rocked by mother’s gentle hand,♪

♪softly rest and safely slumber,♪

♪while she swings thee by this cradle-band. ♪

おやすみ♡Sleep tight♡

official-boss-spain  asked:

(( What medical processes would be considered scary by Nicholas? ))

Dr. Arthur: Blood tests or any tests with a needle is considered scary for the little fella. He doesn’t fuzz , well except when he’s really sick , or uncomfortable,he would start to fuzz and tear up more quickly at the sight of a needle. Also IV tests are considered scary to him , and CAT or MRI scans , along with x-Rays as he thinks that the machine will eat him. We typically will hold his hand gently and stay with him just to make him comfortable, turn on some soft lullabies or classical music and everything will be alright.