what she means:
In Who Framed Roger Rabbit, Roger puts his hand down on a dusty chair. When he takes his hand away there are finger prints in the dust. Someone took the time to make sure the prints matched exactly to his cartoon hands. The editing is flawless. So much love and attention went into this movie, so many details that would only be seen through careful re-watching. Also you get to see Mickey Mouse and Bugs Bunny in the same scene which is pretty cool.
"New life. Same rule: Don't take what doesn't belong to you."
While you both are with the claimers, someone is caught lying and a rule is applied: you lie, you die.
Request: Daryl x Reader
are married and they’re with the claimers but the reader feels uncomfortable
around them so a smut scene happens between the two but one of the claimer guys
hears it. The next day one of the guys approach Daryl and says that he stole
the rabbit, an argument happens but the guy gets caught lying and he dies.
to prince-of-edolas who sent the first request. Thank you! I tried
to write this as similar to what you asked as I could. (Sorry for showing your name if you didn’t want it. Sorry! TT-TT) If any of you have a request you can send it. I will try my best to write good stories.
Daryl Dixon x Reader
Warning: SMUT (Although I’m not very good at writing it) and swear words.
Sorry if the dialogues are not the same as in the serie. English is not my first language so I had trouble understanding all the words.
When the night
fell on the forest, the walkers around became more dangerous, luckily you all
found a warehouse next to the train tracks. It was safe to stay there for the
night but nothing felt safe next to the claimers. They kept order between them
but they were not trustworthy. The knot in your stomach was squeezing painfully
ever since you and Daryl were with them. Never turn your back on the enemy,
your father said once, but stay as far away from it as possible. And that’s
what you wanted to do: get away from them until you no longer felt that twist
in your belly, but staying calm and following their way was the best and safest
thing for both of you.
dangerous, even sadistic, and their lack of awareness could have them killed
you both at any minute if they felt threatened.
“claimed” the cars inside the store, you found a plastic chair with
armrests on the right side of the place with a dirty old cushion on it. Daryl
was following their game too although inside of him his frustration was growing
more and more. He was impulsive most of the time, but he also knew how to act
according to that situation.
He tossed his
black plastic bag to the floor, ready to sleep in the cold cement. He leaned
against the wall and looked around.
have to keep playing their game a little more.” He said quietly. “We
don’t want any more enemies for now.”
You knew what
you both had to do it even if you didn’t like them at all.
You tossed the
cushion aside, untied your jacket from your waist and left it on the chair,
just in the moment that a hand took the armrest of it. You looked up and met
Len’s smile. Among the people in his group, he seemed to be the worst.
He said in a mocking voice.
it.” Daryl said and he straightened. “She saw it first. It’s
Len looked at
you with a crooked smile.
not claim it, doll face. So it’s mine.”
Within a second
of him trying to take the chair, your body acted against your good judgment and
you pulled the knife out of the sheath tied around your thigh.
The knife sank
into his skin without cutting it. That rule of claiming something to them
seemed silly and you were getting tired of it.
Your heart was
beating so fast you could feel it in your neck. Daryl held his own knife as
Stop.” Joe stopped in the middle of the two of you and took Len’s arm so
that he would take his hand away without cutting himself. “Leave her
alone, Len. You know women are slow to learn rules.”
should learn from your husband, doll.” Len laughed staring at you.
“He is starting to understand how things work with us…”
Joe and Len
walked away but it was Daryl who had enough of them.
He moved around you with the knife in hand. “Don’t you dare talk to her
before him, both with their patience almost to the limit.
your damn friend.” Daryl got closer to him. “Talk to her like that
again and I will cut your fuckin’ throat.”
enough…” Joe stepped between them and pushed Len slightly before looking
at Daryl. “Why don’t you and your wife take a walk before it gets dark?
Get some air. I don’t want problems between us.”
On the other
side of the railroad tracks, Daryl and you entered an abandoned house from the
window. It was a three-room place, with only a table and chair in the kitchen,
a sofa in the living room and a bed and a desk with some dusty books in the
main room. You laid down on the bed as you checked the books, while a little
peace returned to you. Being in that store with them was unbearable, but being
in that little house and having found some books which you could occupy your
mind with felt like breathing freedom. Besides, it was a while since you felt a
darlin’. You’re doin’ that on purpose. Don’t ya?” He said. You giggled and
put the book aside, watching him walk in his place in front of you like a lion
in a cage. He came up on the bed to be on top of you, holding his weight on his
elbows. His lips touched your neck and he growled softly against you. His
breath hit your bare neck and made you shiver. Your cheeks got flushed red with
desire as he pushed your hair back with his right hand. “You’re such a temptation.”
He lifted your
head a little and he kissed you. You unbuttoned his shirt, feeling a tingle in
your stomach in anticipation. With all that crushing desires inside of you two,
his other hand found the end of your black t-shirt and he ran it over your
torso feeling the softness of your skin. His tongue played with yours. Your
hands ran over his shoulders and you took off his vest and his shirt. His left
hand moved around your back and unbuttoned your bra and he took your t-shirt off
of you. You lay down again as his lips kissed your chest and everything around.
You kicked your boots off as he unzipped your jeans pulling them down all the
way. He went back at your lips, desperately this time as you unzipped his pants
as well. The heat in between your legs was melting you, sending you into a completely
state of lust.
love?” He asked breathing between your parted lips.
Your chest was
going up and down, and you nodded, feeling him going down in between your legs.
The feeling was a cloud covering your thoughts, and everything around you two
didn’t matter. You closed your hands around his low back as his right hand
under your head pulled you up for him to kiss you deeply. Your legs tightened
around his waist as his left hand held you against his body when he started to
move. The painful pleasure was making you moan, making him thrust into you harder
and harder every time you call his name. The tensed breathes from his mouth were
addictive, and the way he was looking at you made everything more intense. So
intense that you just wanted to sink your nails in his back. The feeling inside
you was eating you alive. He bit your bottom lips, dragging his teeth over it. His
hips hit yours without stop, and you sunk your tongue into his mouth when you
felt close to the edge. He hit the center of your being, hugging you close to
him when he was about to come too. You moaned on his shoulder just as he buried
his face in your neck, growling wildly when you both finally came. He kept moving
slowly as his body relaxed still inside of you, lifting his head to look at
you. He brushed your hair back while he kissed you softly.
pushed his hair away from his eyes. “But we should go before they come to look
What you both
didn’t know was that one of them was already outside of the house.
On the morning next day,
as Daryl lay back on the floor, using his bag as a pillow, you sat down beside
him and noticed how he flipped the pages of a book of blue cover. He didn’t
seem to enjoy reading like you did, although while the claimers were still
walking around the place, you couldn’t concentrate completely on the words in
the book either.
pictures? “Daryl complained, he closed the book and left it on his chest.
“A book is
never boring…” You took the book out of his chest, but you stand right
in your place when Len’s voice caught your attention.
gotta be kidding me. Christ!” Len growled dangerously approaching Daryl.
He sat down as Len extended his hand toward him. “Give it here.”
was in the bag. Now it’s gone.” Len pointed around at his companions who
looked with an almost bored expression as Daryl and you stood up. “Nobody
‘round here has interest not in half of a damn cut head, except you. Ain’t that
from side to side in his place, like a threatened animal.
the only one thinking ‘bout that crap.”
your bag.” Len tried to take the bag from the floor but Daryl took it to
pull it away from him.
“I said step back!”
You could feel
the tension in your stomach, because that situation was more dangerous than
having fought over a chair. Fighting for the rabbit was only a small part of
the problem, because Len was annoyed that Daryl didn’t submit to the rules of
the group. Joe, who was among them, took the bag from Daryl’s hand.
take his rabbit, Daryl?” Joe asked, and he opened his hands almost in a
sign of peace. “Tell me the truth.”
Len’s gaze went
through Daryl and stopped at you.
you take it, doll face?” His voice was mocking again. “Maybe you
didn’t learn the lesson yet.”
tightened as he spoke blocking you from his sight.
talk to her. Don’t even look at her.”
Daryl and chuckled in his ear.
should be careful. A walker could catch you with your pants down.”
He talked high
enough just for you two to hear it. Before Daryl actually cut Len’s throat this
time, you held Daryl’s wrist and chuckled, although you were ashamed.
“You are just jealous,
Len.” You said calm. “Because even in this world: any woman would look at you
He narrowed his
eyes at you.
we got here?” Joe held the bag upside down and shook it slightly.
A shirt and a
few small things fell. Joe shook the bag again and the top of the gray rabbit
fell to the floor. Daryl didn’t steal it but you swallowed the knot in your
throat: that’s what Len needed to start a problem.
at that.” Joe said and Len stared at Daryl.
that there, didn’t you?” Daryl confronted Len. “When I was out to
take a piss!”
Len said with his eyes on Daryl.
ya?” Daryl pushed him.
You stole.” Len put a finger on his chest to push him as he look at Joe.
“We’re gonna teach this fool a what, Joe? Ah?”
Joe faced Len.
says he didn’t take your half of the rabbit. So we have a little dilemma
here.” Joe looked at Daryl. “Or he’s lyin’ just like his wife, which
is a punishable offense. Or…” Joe chuckled and turned to Len. “Or
you didn’t plant it on him like some pussy, punk ass, cheap and coward cop, Did
you? Because while that wouldn’t be specifically break a rule, it’d disappoint
Len looked into
would.” He nodded and walked over to Joe’s face to mark every word.
Joe patted his arm and turned to Daryl. “Well…” He made a fist and
turned half of his body back to hit Len’s face.
So hard that
he fell to the ground.
reflection, Daryl moved in front of you as the other claimers gathered around
a lesson, gentls,” Joe said. “He’s a liar and I’m sick of it. Teach
him all the way.” A kick struck Len’s stomach as Joe turned toward you
two. “I saw him do it.”
Daryl looked at
didn’t you try to stop him?”
to play like that and I left him.”
Joe pointed a finger at Daryl. “ You told the truth…. He lied. You understand the rules, he doesn’t.” As
Joe bent down to take the half of the rabbit that once belonged to Len, the
claimers were still kicking Len. Joe straightened and threw it at Daryl.
“Looks like you get the head too.”
sickening to see how they didn’t stop for a second. You both listened to the
clean sound of their kicks as they gave him more.
here.” Daryl came over to you and put his arms around your shoulders. You
rested your cheek against his shoulder, while your hands closed on either side
of his vest, where they tightened every time you heard a kick. “It’ll be
handled that life pretty well, you two fought when you had to, and you shot
when it was necessary. You two survived, and would do it again.
Warnings: Dean has a tiny concussion towards the end.
Nothing serious though.
Summary: Dean and the reader bond other quietly shared
breakfast. But with both of them being hunters they can’t hold onto good things
like that. Or can they turn their friendship into something even better?
is for @fuck-i-shouldnt-have-said-that who reads my stupid writing even though she doesn’t know the
characters yet or doesn’t like them that way. I love you, girl! Thanks for
being my random online friend ^^)
Summary: Your boyfriend has an Easter surprise for you. The catch? You have to find it yourself.
Warnings: Well, it’s Jacksepticeye, so language. Also, not proofread, and I have no idea why I chose this particular gif (except for how cute Jack is here)
“(Y/n), wake up!”
You groan tiredly, rolling over and burying your face in the pillow. You don’t know how the hell your boyfriend is possibly so awake at this hour (whatever this hour is), but you do know that you are absolutely not awake with him.
“(Y/n)!” he tries again. “Come on, if I’m awake right now you can be too.” You don’t bother pointing out that his Irish accent gets thicker and more stereotypical when he’s tired, and that he sounds like he does when he’s recording a St Patrick’s day video which means he’s exhausted.
“Sean, go the fuck to sleep,” you say grouchily, lifting your head just enough for the words to not get muffled by the pillow.
“SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK!” he shouts, making you jump and fall out of the bed. “Oh, good! You’re up!”
“Sean McLoughlin, if you value your life at all, you will—“ You don’t get the chance to finish your threat before he’s pulling you up, grinning that bright smile that always makes it impossible for you to stay mad at him. “Never mind,” you sigh. “‘M still tired though.”
“But it’s Easter!” Sean exclaims happily.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Is that what this is about?” You glance at the clock. It’s actually about half noon, but given Sean’s sleep schedule (and the one you now hold so that you and him are actually awake at the same time), that’s basically seven in the morning.
Sean gasps dramatically. “(Y/n)!” He sounds as if you’ve personally offended him. “This is an important Christian holiday! You can’t fuckin’ swear!”
You stare at him blankly. You know that he knows what he did, and you know he did it thinking it was funny. You’re not laughing. You aren’t.
“Oh come on, that was funny,” he says after a moment.
“You’re lucky you’re pretty, Jack-a-boy,” you say instead, patting him on the shoulder.
He bats his eyelashes at you. “Am I the prettiest?” he asks you, looking for all the world like a male beauty pageant wannabe.
“No,” you say bluntly, giggling at the dramatic way his face falls.
He perks back up quickly, though, and he grabs your hand and drags you out into the living room.
“Sean, please tell me you didn’t hide a bunch of Easter eggs around the apartment that you’re going to make me look for,” you say (demand) when he finally stops, throwing an arm around your shoulders.
“‘Course not,” he says flippantly, making you question the truth of the statement. “I’ve got too much editin’ to do to watch you look for eggs for two hours.” He’s right, and you do know that. You’re still wary, though.
“So what did you do?” you ask him suspiciously. “And don’t just say ‘nothing,’ you Irish bastard, I know you well enough to know that you did not wake me up at half noon solely because today is Easter with no plans for anything else.”
“I didn’t hide a bunch of Easter eggs,” Sean repeats, which not only doesn’t answer your question but also makes you think that he hid something else.
He just smiles innocently at you.
“Sean,” you try again.
“Well, whatever it is I hid, it’s not findin’ itself,” he points out. “Would you be more willin’ to participate if I told you in my Papyrus voice?”
“No thank you,” you say after a moment. “Will you at least tell me what it is I’m looking for?”
Sean’s grin changes from innocent to a cat that got into the cream. He’s actually going to make you look for anything out of place. This is going to be a long Easter.
“Aw, come on, you love me,” he says, seeing the murder in your eyes.
“You are really testing the limits of the truth of that statement,” you inform him, getting to work looking for whatever the hell it is that he hid. “It is in this room, at the very least, right?”
“It’s not in the bedroom,” he allows, sitting down on the couch. “Other than that, every room in the apartment’s fair game.”
“Even the bathroom?” you ask, arching a brow.
“Alright, not there either.”
The bright side, you think as you check the bookcases, is that the apartment is smaller than any of the houses you grew up in (your family moved around a lot), so there aren’t that many hiding places. The downsides, of course, are that a) you have no fucking clue what the fuck you’re looking for, and b) Sean is much more creative when it comes to hiding places than your parents ever were. Also, when you’re hiding something for a (y/age)-year-old to find, you can get a lot more complicated than when you’re hiding something for a three-year-old.
“Alright, you little shit,” you say after a minute. “I’m looking in the fridge.” Sean likes hiding things in the fridge, for some fucking reason. Last week he hid your shoes in the fridge (he hid the shoes because he didn’t want to leave the apartment; you are genuinely unsure why he thought the fridge was the best place).
When you open the fridge, though, right there in a place of honor, is a note: I’m not THAT predictable haha
“I’ve got too much editin’,” you repeat mockingly, over exaggerating Sean’s accent. “I can’t watch you look fer somethin’ fer two hours.” You shut the fridge, pause, then open it again, take the note and a can of cola, then close the fridge. You crumple the note into a ball and lob it at your boyfriend’s head, nailing him right in his green hair.
“I see you got my note,” he says, turning around and grinning at you again. He’s having far too much fun with this.
Your cola’s going to turn into a beer before the end of this.
“Alright, just so I’m clear, I’m looking for something Easter-themed that is not in the bedroom or the bathroom and that’s all you’re telling me?”
“Two things,” Sean corrects. “One of ‘em’s easy, though. Wide open, can’t miss it.”
“Is anything painted to look like Sam?”
Sean’s eyes go wide. “That would have been awesome!” You’re tempted to take that as a no, but knowing him he could just be throwing you off. “But no, nothing is painted to look like Sam.”
You narrow your eyes suspiciously, but you do know that Sean wouldn’t lie to you, even about something as dumb as this. “Okay,” you say finally. “I’m going to check the office.” He stands up to follow you, and you can’t tell if that means you’re on the right track or absolutely wrong.
You open the door to the office and stop. “Sean, please tell me I’m not actually seeing that.” Sitting on the computer chair is a giant chocolate rabbit—and by ‘giant,’ the box boasts three pounds of solid chocolate. You can’t eat that much chocolate , and you are very adamant against letting Sean have any of it. He may not be as crazy in real life as he is in his videos, but more in the sense that it’s not a constant thing. If you think giving Jacksepticeye three pounds of chocolate is a bad idea, then giving Sean McLoughlin three pounds of chocolate isn’t exactly better.
“His eyes are blue like mine,” is all your boyfriend has to say in his defense.
“Sean, I’ve had normal sized chocolate bunnies with blue eyes like yours,” you argue. “That is not a valid reason for a three pound rabbit, what the fuck?”
“It’s all they had left,” he explains. “And he looked so lonely sittin’ on the shelf by himself.”
“It’s a candy rabbit, it doesn’t have feelings!”
“His name is Gerald, and he’s very offended at your attitude.”
Great, now you can’t even eat the damn thing.
You roll your eyes, but decide to just let your boyfriend befriend a three pound chocolate bunny called Gerald. As long as he isn’t eating it, he’s not harming anyone.
(Although if he eats it and then films a Happy Wheels episode for the duration of the sugar high nobody gets hurt at any point and his subs are happy.)
“Is that all that’s in here?” you ask, instead of seriously questioning why the rabbit’s called Gerald of all things.
He doesn’t answer, just shrugs, and yeah. Yeah, you’re gonna kill him before this is over.
You start looking over every inch of the office, careful not to bother any of the gifts on his shelf. You know how much they mean to him, and also that he wouldn’t hide anything anywhere where you’d need to disturb them. You also check around his recording set-up, but considerable less thoroughly. You’re a disaster around anything that has wires, and you don’t want to take down his entire career because of your clumsiness.
“Why are you like this?” you ask him as you go back out into the living room.
“Because I love you,” he answers, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your temple. “Come on, you’ve got to find it before I start recordin’.”
“I’ll find it faster if you tell me where it is,” you goad, leaning back into him.
“But where’s the fun in that?” he counters, letting go of you and sitting back down on the couch. You scowl, but start searching the apartment top to bottom anyway. His excitement’s contagious, as much as you wish it wasn’t. At any rate, your curiosity’s through the roof; Sean can be easily excited, but not so far as to be this excited about you searching the apartment for something on Easter morning (afternoon).
“You know, when I agreed to go out with you,” you start conversationally, checking the coat closet that neither of you use for much of anything, “I did not expect to be Easter hunts.”
“Exactly,” Sean says proudly. “Dating me is an adventure. You never know what to expect.”
“Also my sleep schedule gets fucked,” you add. “Like, /seriously/ fucked.”
“Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that!”
You resist the urge to roll your eyes. It’s not a problem most of the time, but whenever you go home, not going to bed until seven am can definitely be a problem.
“You’re really enjoying watching me look for whatever the fuck it is you hid, aren’t you?”
He just grins again.
Almost an hour later, you finally—finally—find the fucking thing. It’s a plastic Easter egg, and it’s in the cabinet under the sink, perched precariously on the pipes. It’s (favorite color), and when you pick it up you can hear something rattling inside.
“I found your stupid fucking egg,” you call, walking back into the living room.
You try to pop the egg open, but it’s got scotch tape wrapped around it, keeping it shut. “Good God, you like to complicate things, don’t you?”
You start picking at the tape; there’s more of it than you’d noticed at first.
“Sean, I swear to God,” you mumble, finally getting enough of the tape that you can just unwrap the whole thing.
Your breath catches in your throat when the egg finally opens, and you see a ring settled into the bottom of one of the halves. “Sean, is this…”
You glance up at him to find him kneeling in front of you, not looking excited or mischievous anymore. Now he looks nervous, and hopeful.
“I love you, (y/n),” he says. “You’re funny, and beautiful, and the kindest soul I’ve ever met. We work so well together, both together here and when we’re apart. I’m happiest when I’m with you, no relationship I’ve ever been in has ever made me this happy before. You’re my best friend and I love you. I want to hold onto this forever. (Y/n), will you marry me?”
You try to blink back the tears that have been gathering since you got the plastic egg open, nodding and choking out a “Yes, Sean, God yes.”
He stands up and takes the ring, slipping it onto your finger as you kiss him, soft and sweet and happy.
Wrote a fluffy little thing for /trash/ last night.
December was hell.
Nick liked the cold weather, actually, but for a few weeks at the beginning of the season he, like any furbearer, went through the crucible that was a winter coat coming in. Clothes felt like they fit wrong. Temperatures felt like they were set too high. And it was constantly-
No matter what he did, no matter how often he showered or shook out or made the time to take a brush to it, his fur was jumping every which way within a couple hours. By mid-shift, he was ready to detour to Mystic Springs and borrow one of their palm trees.
Worse, a few days in, Judy started to notice. Wednesday, she teased him constantly. Thursday, she was smirking at the way his neck ruffed out from his collar. By Friday, she’d finally gone quiet, but for the occasional turn of her ears, or a twitch of her nose. It wasn’t like her to be so distant, or so high-strung at the same time. But every time he brought it up she found some other paperwork to bury her nose in.
She was begging off the time they usually spent together after work, too. Nick was starting to wonder if he’d offended her somehow. He hadn’t realized how much he’d come to enjoy sharing a bed or couch with someone until he couldn’t anymore.
So he resolved to no do whatever it was that was bugging her - at least not where she could see or hear him - until she decided she was ready to talk about it.