Mrs. Baker is so underrated she’s honestly probably one of my favorite characters. you really see her change from the past episodes to the present episodes. she’s so happy and she’s glowing but after her daughter dies not only her personality but her appearance goes to shit. she’s been through quite possibly the worst thing any parent could ever go through; finding your own son or daughter dead after they killed themselves. now all she’s gonna be thinking the rest of her life is what did i do wrong. hannah’s parents honestly deserved so much more then they got.
Tony: *pulls the tapes out from the back of his car* honestly I didn’t expect you to ask me this because I wasn’t trying to persuade you to take them back so they’re kinda not available right now maybe by the end of the week or
Forbidden Love (Richonne AU) Love letter challenge: Your Love For All Of Time
@siancore actually tagged me in this and I was super excited. I had thought the challenge ended on Sunday but it actually ended yesterday. I started writing this on my phone last night hoping to have it up by Saturday night…and I fell asleep. I work on Saturdays. So I finished it anyway and I hope you all like it. It’s kinda long sorry. @richonnefics
Michonne stood in the kitchen watching the maids clean the silverware. She stood rigid and tall, in her usual spot in the corner as she watched over the maids. Her duty to make sure that not only did every piece of silver make it back into the cupboard but to make sure it was all spotless.
She just couldn’t seem to focus on her task tonight. Her mind kept drifting to someone it shouldn’t. “Are you always so serious?” Michonne could hear his voice in her head so clearly she looked around to be certain he hadn’t walked into the kitchen.
That was a foolish thought. Rick Grimes was gone. Gone for good. The beautiful 6 months they had spent together were the only things she had left of him.
“I am only joking with you.” Rick said as he watched the grimace spread across her beautiful face. “You shouldn’t smile if you don’t want to.” Michonne’s face softened, trying to ignore the young aristocrat who wandered into her busy kitchen. “There isn’t very much to smile about is there?” The young man whispered softly, looking downward toward his feet. Michonne looked at him then, he was tall and like the other nobles staying at the Walsh country estate, well dressed. Tall and lean, his hair was perfectly coifed, curly and brown. He had arrived with a young woman, his fiancé, she had been told by one of the other head maids. “I thought weddings were supposed to be a happy affair.” Michonne said softly, looking at him. Rick looked over at her, his blue eyes that were clouded in sadness were suddenly bright and wide. Alive. “So she speaks and she has the voice of an angel.” Michonne forgot herself and smiled at him, shaking her head. “You’re an oddity Mr. Grimes.” “Rick. Please call me Rick.” He replied looking at the slender, curvy woman with luscious dark skin and the most beautiful eyes he had ever gazed upon. They held one another’s gaze a moment longer. Michonne released the breath she had been holding. “Rick.”
“Well ladies, good night. Your service was impeccable as always.” Michonne said as she locked up the silver cupboard. “Aye Michonne you wanna stay and ‘ave a drink with us.” One of the maids asked. “No, not tonight, Andrea. I am tired.” The maid nodded and hooking arms with her friend and heading off to the maid’s quarters.
Michonne knew the last thing she would do that night was sleep. Michonne ran her hands along the spotless counter tops as she inspected the kitchen one last time. They had been reckless, smiling too much at one another, longing glances at one another in full view of others, and even caught more than once in conversation. Unusual for a maid and a nobleman but Rick was very quick and convincing with his excuses. He grew tired of them though. Rick had no desire to marry Lori Wayne and he was having difficulty pretending he was even interested in the idea.
“I am tired of this, sneaking about Michonne, it’s beneath us.” Rick said, his hands about her waist, she was pushed against a corner in the kitchen, the place where they would sometimes seek solace in one another throughout the day. When breakfast was long finished and lunch wouldn’t need prepping for another hour or so, he would whisk her away from her chores to the quiet of the empty kitchen, press his lips against hers, his body flush against hers, moaning as they devoured one another. Not even their previous night of love making could dim this fire that burned within them both for one another. “Well what else is there we can do?” Michonne said, running her hands along the soft fabric of shirt, feeling the hard muscle of his chest beneath, remembering how wonderful it had felt to be bare against one another. “We could elope and go to London. Would you like that? Will you marry me?” Rick said, staring down into the face of the woman he loves. He delighted in the sweet smile that came upon her face. “I would love that Rick with all my heart. Yes, I’ll marry you.” Michonne whispered. Rick let out a cry of happiness. “Shhh. We’ll be found.” Michonne said giggling at the man who made her blissfully happy, she loved him with every fiber of her being. “I don’t care.” He said smiling at the woman in his arms as he bent his head to capture her sweet lips with his own. His grip tightening on her waist. Rick moaned as Michonne’s hands found there way into his hair.“
Michonne watched as the tear drop landed with a soft thud on the countertop in the kitchen. It startled her to realize she was crying. Michonne reached her hand out to wipe the tear away and turned off the light in the kitchen. She began to make her away down the maid’s corridor to her room.
The door creaked open as Rick stepped into the room. He figured Mr. Walsh summoned him to talk about shooting or the wedding he would never have with Lori, but as he entered the room he realized the topic would be of a grave nature. In the room was Mr. Walsh, his aunt Carol, his father, and to his horror Michonne was seated in a chair in front of them. Tears stricked her lovely face and she avoided Rick’s glaze. “What is this?!” Rick demanded to his family loudly, coming to Michonne’s side, bending to his knee looking up at her. “Are you alright, darling?” Rick implored as he reached up to caress the tears away from her cheeks. Michonne nodded, her eyes wide with surprise at his endearing sentiment in front of his family. “Rick, have you gone quite mad!?” His aunt Carol spoke her voice harsh and shrill. “You are engaged to be married. How could you be so careless to flaunt your affair in the kitchen? You both should be so lucky that it was only me who happened to witness your abhorrent display.”
Rick stood up quickly. “Watch your tone. Michonne and I are in love. We wish to be married and I want to call off the wedding to Lori. I never wanted it in the first place.” The three stared at Rick in shock. Mr. Walsh reared back and laughed, breaking the silence in the study, his eyes fell on Michonne. “My, my dear girl, who knew under that serious demeanor of yours, there was such a seductress.” He leered at the young maid. Rick stepped in front of his friend’s father, blocking his gaze of Michonne. “Michonne and I are in love.” Rick spoke again. Mr. Walsh sat back again in his chair, looking up at Rick. “I have no doubt you feel that way but whatever is between you ends tonight. Michonne came here to earn money for her sick father. If she chooses to live in destitution with you then surely her father will die. I will indeed terminate her employment here.” He said, he spoke the words calmly. “Destiute? I am not poor. I can buy whatever medicine your father needs, Michonne.” Rick said looking at Michonne but she would not meet his gaze.
“I am afraid son, that this will bring ruin to our family, to the noble name we have built. If you marry this woman…I will disown you and move your inheritance to your brother.” Rick’s father said in one breath. He looked at his son, it killed him to be this cruel. To snatch away his son’s happiness, he couldn’t even deny his son had been in fantastic spirits the past months. He knew his son’s love was genuine but he didn’t control the world. Rick was beyond hurt his father would do this to him, as he stared at him, heartbroken. “Rick.” Michonne said softly, as she arose from her seat, touching Rick’s forearm. He turned from his father to look at his love. Her eyes were red from her tears but there were no more tears. “We were foolish to think we could do this.” Michonne began staring into his eyes. Rick’s beautiful cerulean eyes filled with tears. “Michonne -” Rick said quickly, he knew what she was about to say. “Rick. I will always love you and I would be happy being poor with you for a thousand life times.” Michonne said as she struggled to keep herself from crying as she watched fresh tears spill down his cheeks. “My father is very ill. He has the consumption and I am holding on to hope that I can keep him alive long enough to see him one last time. If the physicians will even allow me.” She took a deep and continued. “I can’t let him die on the streets like so many others. He’s a great man.” Rick dropped his head and placing his hands on her waist, pulling her closer. He put his forehead against hers as the tears flowed freely him. “I love you so much.” Rick whispered. Michonne pulled her head back to gaze up at him, her hand brushing his tears away, her other hand caressing his hair. “I will always love you, Rick Grimes.” She whispered before pressing a soft kiss against his lips. Rick sought her lips eagerly, kissing her deeply, pulling her closer to him. Neither cared that they were not alone as they kissed good bye. Michonne reluctantly pulled from his arms, turning to Mr. Walsh “Am I allowed to return to my quarters?” Mr. Walsh swallowed hard. “Yes and this better never happen again. Do you understand?” He asked shakily. Michonne nodded. “Yes sir.” Michonne said avoiding Rick’s eyes next to her. “You’re dismissed.” Mr. Walsh said with a wave of his hand. Michonne moved quickly past Rick and to the door, she looked back at Rick once more. She shouldn’t have, it took all the strength she had in her to leave him standing there so broken.
Rick and Lori were whisked away from the country estate that same night. Michonne never knew what they told Lori in regards to leaving so early. Today they had finally wed and The Walsh’s were there to attend the wedding of their oldest friend’s son but the preparations for the journey had been a painful time for her and now it was surely done. Rick was gone forever. Michonne hastened her pace, she wanted to lay in her bed, she was exhausted. When she rounded the corner however Andrea was there waiting for her. “Is everything OK, Andrea?” Michonne asked, taking a deep breath. “Oh yes, miss. I’m fine indeed.” Andrea said quickly, lowering her voice. “I ‘ave somethin’ for you and I didn’t want the other maids to see.” Andrea pulled a thick envelope from the pocket of her uniform. She handed it to Michonne. “Rick’s valet ‘ave it me this morning, yea.” Michonne eyes shot up to look at Andrea. “Don’t worry miss, your secret is safe with me yea. I got paid handsomely to deliver that letter, I did.” Michonne collected the letter. “Thank you, Andrea.” Andrea nodded and headed off to where the other maids were drinking.
Michonne quickly entered her room, closing the door to her quarters, she sat on the bed and tore into the envelope. As she unfolded the paper, several notes fell from the letter, littering the bed and floor. Michonne frowned and quickly went to gather the money. It was over a £1000. Michonne placed the money on her nightstand and reached for the letter.
To my dearest, Michonne
Words can not express how desperately I miss you. There is not a day that passes where I do not think of you. I miss your clever words and the sound of your laughter. I miss your sweet smile. I miss holding you tight to me as you sleep. I long for you. I will always love you. You deserve to be happy. I have included money for you to leave the Walsh’s and arrangements are being made to move your father to a home just outside the city, that belongs to you. I have arranged for a live in physician to help care for your father. In the morning my carriage will take you to your new home.
I will never, ever forget you my love. I will always be yours no matter the circumstances. I belong to you, forever and always no matter what happens. One day I know we shall be reunited.
Your love for all of time,
Michonne couldn’t recollect how long she laid sobbing on her bed, clutching the words of her true love to her chest, she sobbed until no tears were left. Michonne lay in bed looking at the ceiling, the letter pressed against her breast. She smiled and sat up, her finger tips danced over his typed words. “We will be reunited my love.” Michonne whispered. She placed the letter on the bed and stood. Michonne grabbed the bag she arrived at the Walsh’s with and began to pack away her few belongings.
Feeling left behind by her more successful, settled friends, Emma Swan moves to Scotland on a whim. Sure, she’s winning at Instagram, but something is still missing from her new life. Fortunately, her friends back home are on it. #FindEmmaSwanAFriend goes viral. Enter Killian Jones, reluctant columnist, who is on the hunt for his newest subject, and may just have found her. CS AU
Alright, so this is how it’s going to work, friends. This is the prologue. Whereafter I’ll only be posting one chapter for this story a month. One chapter a month, each month, until the end of the year. But in between those, I’ll also be writing a column. Killian’s column, to be more precise. To complement the narrative, as it were. So 2 things a month. For you. Gratis. Though you’ll actually be getting rather a lot of content this month, seeing as I didn’t make my January posting deadline. So you’ll be getting this, January’s chapter, January’s column, February’s chapter AND February’s column, all this month. Are we all clear? Great. Awesome. Well done.
A lot of things do. They precede any big undertaking, after all. Business deals. Engagements. Murders for hire.
Or if you’re Emma Swan, they might precede awkwardly comforting your crying ex-boyfriend in the parking lot behind an Italian restaurant after you’ve just broken his heart into little, itty bitty pieces.
Maybe if she’d been the type of girl who’d dreamt of her wedding day since she was a little girl, it all would have gone another way. Her friend, Mary Margaret, was like that. She’d had every single detail of her lavish but intimate ceremony planned out in her head a decade ahead of time, a stash of bridal magazines hidden underneath her mattress, like porn.
Maybe if Emma had been more like that, she would’ve scooped that ring right up off that dessert platter, and wept happy tears as her husband-to-be helped slide it onto her finger.
Stranger things (set in 1983)
The Goonies (1985)
1 - Mike/Mikey - the protagonist
2 - Dustin/Chunk - the always hungry friend
3 - Lucas/Data - the obligatory foreign guy
4 - Nancy/Andy - the sweet girl
5 - Barb/Stef - the nerdy girl
6 - Jonathan/Brand - the outcast
7 - Steve/Troy - the jerk (wants the sweet girl)
8 - Mrs Wheeler/Mrs Walsh - the mom
9 - the friends/the Goonies - 4 boys on bikes
You knew it was going to happen. You saw it coming. How could
people be so foolish? How could scientists, the ones who help contribute to
keep our world growing, to keep our technology improving, lead to the downfall
of our planet? Is it necessary for them to be so curious all the time?
Shouldn’t we be happy with what we have, instead of only wanting to seek more,
to take more?
That’s what humans are, you suppose; that’s what they do. They take, they consume. And so it led
to our downfall. Honestly, you didn’t know what the fuck caused this, but you’re
quite positive that it was a raging virus. It couldn’t have been anything else,
could it? Then scientists probably decided to test the virus out so they could
create a vaccine for it, and failed. Obviously.
You were an
aspiring science student studying Virology at the university of your dreams.
Honestly, you loved the subject. Learning about how a single parasite entering
the body could multiply rapidly, invade all your other cells just to take over
your body amazes you. Science is beautiful.
You’ve loved it ever since you were a child, deciding you’d want to be some
sort of a scientist when you’re all grown up.
But look at
how all that went to waste.
You were only in your third year, and if those dumbass
scientists could have waited a little longer, you probably would have been able
to help them. Probably. Sadly, you’re all left alone in your own world,
crawling with the undead.
You liked to call them corpses.
They’re scary, they’re fast, and most importantly, they’re emotionless. They don’t care if you’re a
pregnant mother with ten kids. They don’t care if you’re an old lady with
dementia. They don’t care if you’ve got stage four cancer and are about to drop
dead at any moment.
They just want your flesh. They’ll come for you at a fast
speed, only to latch onto you and dig their dirty, grimy fingernails into your
skin and then you’re a goner once they bite you.
Their bites are infectious. You get bitten, you turn into one
of them. It could take from a few hours to an entire day for you to turn into
one of them. The best way to not turn into them, though, is to grow a pair of
balls and shoot yourself in the brain, or at least have someone do it.
That was how you lost your family. When you noticed the strange
behavior of people around you, you went home as fast as you could. You don’t
know how you knew it would turn bad, you just felt it. It was an instinct, you would say. But you were too late.
“Y/N, stay there. We
don’t know what’s going on, but everyone is going crazy. It’s – it’s on the
news, people are attacking each other! Dad was attacked earlier in the morning
by Mr. Walsh.. they seemed to be fighting about something.” Mr. Walsh, your
neighbor, seemed like a nice man, polite and decent enough.. there’s no reason
for him to attack your dad. You hoped that your dad was alright, not displaying
strange behavior or anything like that.
onto your phone as you drove home with your shaking hands, listening to your
younger sister speak with a worried voice. “Elly, was he bit?” you asked in a
low voice. You remembered seeing strange bite and scratch marks on the people
in your campus, wondering if that led to their aggressive behavior. You picked
up your speed, not caring if the police planned on stopping you.
it matter if he’s bit? What’s going on, Y/N?” You sigh in frustration. “Elly,
just tell me whether he was bit or not,” you say firmly, anxiety and panic
arising in your chest. “Okay, fine, I’ll go check!” You waited a while and you could
hear her on the other end walking towards one of the rooms to check on your
heard the last thing you wanted to hear, and all traces of hope you had were
instantly gone. Elly was screaming and you could hear what was once your father,
now something else. He was growling and groaning, the sound deep and utterly
terrifying, sounding completely far from a human. It sent chills down your
spine, and your heart started to beat faster, almost leaping out of your chest.
“Elly?!” you yelled into the phone. “Elly! Run to your room and block the do-“
It took you a long time to move on. In fact, you never did.
The memory was etched into your brain and your heart. You had constant
nightmares of your dad sounding like a monster and your sister’s shrill scream.
You’d hear the scream at the end of every dream you had and you’ve never once
had a peaceful dream since that day. You’d always wake up with tears streaming
down your face and with a constricting feeling in your chest, making breathing
You’ve always had anxiety, but it had never been this bad
before. The memory only exacerbated it and the only way for you to calm
yourself down was to breathe, despite it being difficult. It always would take
you a while to calm yourself down and you were scared that it’d become your
cause of death one of these days.
It was your weakness, but you’d keep it to yourself and only
yourself, not letting anyone else watch you fall apart in front of them, only
to look weak and vulnerable.
But, you were strong. A year of killing corpses turned you
into a person you never expected to become. You used to be frail, slouching all
the time and you had weak knees which buckled easily. You weren’t exactly fit
since you rarely exercised as you were always buried in your books. However,
when the world came to shit, you had no other option but to become fit.
It wasn’t easy. Running from the corpses or sneaking around
them wasn’t easy, but it was doable. You also found out that they could not be
killed simply by stabbing them in the heart, balls or vagina. You had to target
the brain. It’s the best way to kill them and normal humans, you suppose. Only
if you ever had to.
A weapon you truly cherished was your katana which you named
Aegis. It had been with you from the start of the apocalypse as you had stolen
it from an abandoned house. You didn’t know why it wasn’t taken by the people
living in it previously, it was such a useful weapon.
You took care of it as if it were your own child, sharpening
it at the end of every day, wiping all the dirty, smelly blood of corpses off
it. You had a grip on it which was perfect for your hand, the curves of the
handle molded into your hand as if it were always meant to be there, never once
slipping out of your hand carelessly.
You kept your hair short and blunt, always tied back and
under your favorite baseball cap so it would keep you safe from the corpses
since they liked grabbing at anything and everything. Your number one defense
though, was probably duct tape. Yes, duct tape.
You made sure that every time you raided a shop, you’d search
for duct tape. It acted as armor for your most vulnerable parts like your hands
up to your arms since you’d always use it to protect yourself against their
bites. You thought it was smart.
It was actually a beautiful day, the sun was shining brightly
and the wind blowing gently against your skin. You check your watch and you’ve
been walking for about two hours straight from the last house you were staying
in. You left because you needed to restock on food and water as you were
growing hungry and thirsty. You’re walking down a lonely, wide road surrounded
by woods with thick, tall trees growing everywhere. The road opens up into a
small, quiet neighborhood with small single story houses all around, still
looking in good condition. You’ve always wanted to live in a single story
house, without the pain of always having to constantly climb up and down the
You spot a small reservoir nearby, far at the end of the
neighborhood and feel relief wash over you. “Well finally, some water!” You
walked towards it, feeling thirstier than ever. You took out a bottle and
collected some of the water. This must be where all the rain is collected,
right? Even though it’s probably rain water, you still decide to boil it
because you’d never know if it were contaminated or not.
You find some twigs nearby, deciding to light a fire to boil
your newly collected water. Aren’t you glad that you were in girl scouts when
you were younger? You silently praise yourself as the fire starts and you leave
the water there to boil. That’s right, bacteria, time to fuck off.
“God, why is it so eerily quiet here?” you mutter under your
breath. It became a habit of yours, talking to yourself since you had no one to
talk to. It was the best way for you to not go mad in this lonely, cursed
You decide to walk around the neighborhood and explore it,
making sure not to stray far away from where the reservoir is. However, you
spot something moving into the woods. You look closely to see a small, white,
furry figure sitting at the base of a tree. Oh my goodness, it’s a rabbit! What
You sneak up close to
it, making sure to not make any sounds and risk scaring it away. You take out
your switchblade and aim it at the rabbit. Slow and steady…Then, you throw it
fast and it strikes the rabbit right in its neck. Bullseye! You bend down to
collect the carcass and wipe your blade into the grass, praising yourself again
when you suddenly hear the crunching of leaves and twigs. You freeze in your
tracks when you hear low, guttural snarls coming from behind you. Holy fuck,
how could you not have seen this?
Your fear heightens and your breathing accelerates as you see
a group of corpses approaching you, their mouths pulled back to show their
dirty teeth, eyes bloodshot and their face covered in crimson blood. The smell
of their rotting flesh hits you suddenly and you stifle a gag. Your eyes scan
the area behind them, finding the remains of what was once a living human, now
torn apart and into shreds.
No wonder you didn’t hear anything.
You think about killing them all, but there are too many,
about twenty of them. Oh, that poor living soul… You need to get out of here.
Adrenaline is coursing through your blood, giving you the energy to run. One of
the corpses try to swipe at you, but you’re too quick for it. You run back to
where your water was boiling and picked it up, the corpses meters away from
you. Run faster, Y/N, run.
You don’t know where to run to, so you decide to run towards
one of the houses. The door was locked, shit.
You tug on the doorknob desperately, hoping the door would budge, but it
didn’t. You turn around with your back pressed against the door and start to
panic. You’re terrified, thinking that one small, dumb, careless mistake will
cause your death.
The corpses are getting closer to you. You bring out your
katana, bracing yourself in case you had to chop one of their heads off. “You can do this, Y/N, you can fight them.” Right
when you’re about to raise Aegis, you feel the door behind you open and someone
pull you inside.
The door is locked once again, and the person who pulled you
in pushes you down to the ground and brings a hand to your mouth. You feel the
corpses bang against the door, trying to pry their way inside and their snarls
and growls are louder than ever. Please
go away, please go away. Your eyes are squeezed shut and you push the
stranger’s hand away.
How could someone’s hand be so smooth during an apocalypse?
What the hell?
A few minutes later, the banging and scratching subsides. The
corpses are actually pretty dumb. They’re attracted to sound and can smell blood from a mile away, but they give up
easily and retreat when they know they can’t get to their meat. They give up
pretty fast, actually.
The house is dark due to the windows being boarded up, but
you squint around and you can see a small pile of trash in the corner of the
room. You sit up, and the stranger beckons you to a room. Should you follow?
What if he’s only trying to kill you? Y/N, don’t be absurd. This person just
saved you from a bunch of bloodthirsty corpses. You follow him, tip-toeing
quietly into what seems to be a bedroom, and you take a look at your savior.
He looks about your age, with dark, messy hair that falls
into his eyes. He’s got a face with slightly chubby cheeks and luscious, pink
lips. Heck, his lips looked nicer than yours. He’s wearing a long sleeved black
shirt, black jeans and sporting combat boots. He looks surprisingly clean
unlike you who’s covered in sweat and grime. You feel dirty.
“Thank yo-,” you begin to say, but he cuts you off. “Were you
trying to kill yourself out there?” he asks you, his voice sounding as smooth
as honey. You scoff at him. “Now why on Earth would I do that?” He sits down on
the bed and looks at you with a smirk. “I don’t know, maybe you have a death
wish?” You huff out, starting to get irritated. “Well, if I had a death wish,
I’d instantly surrender myself to those bastards, right?! Besides, why’d you
save me if you were only going to make me feel like crap? People make mistakes,
okay? That’s also the first time I put myself into a dumb situation, I was
hungry and I wanted that rabbit meat.”
His eyes widen in surprise at your sudden outburst and he
raises his hands up. “Woah, woah. Calm down there, sweetheart. I was only
joking.” Okay then, he saved you. Now it’s time to go, you needed to keep
“Thank you. Now, I’ll just get going.” He stands up and
blocks your way. “You’re not really leaving now, are you? Those creeps are
still out there and you’re only going to run into them again!” He’s right.. but
you can’t possibly stay with him, can you? You can’t just trust a stranger you
barely know of, in fact, you can’t trust anyone at all.
You learned your lesson a long time ago when you decide to
trust a group of people and stayed with them, only to have your food and water
missing the next morning. Fuck them. Ever since that incident, you decided that
you preferred to be alone. Having yourself was good enough, you could trust
yourself and you wouldn’t ever backstab yourself in the back.
“Look, I really appreciate you saving me, but I prefer to be
alone. You might just run off with my stuff while I’m sleeping and I can’t let
that happen.” You push him out of the way, only to have him block you again. “I
know what you mean, but I saw you out there just now. The way you caught that
rabbit was, amazing. You have impeccable aim. You look like you know what
you’re doing, and I’d like to… team up with you. Besides.. you might just
appreciate this.” You raise your eyebrow.
He walks out of the
room and into the kitchen, gesturing for you to follow him and you do. Your jaw
drops open the minute you enter the kitchen. Its filled with canned food, bottles of clean water and even cereal.
Alright, not that much, but it’s enough to last the both of you for about a few days. He lets out a small grin at your
shocked expression. You start considering his offer, thinking about your lack
of food. “Well?”
You let out a sigh and pick up the box of Cocoa Pops and it
brings you memories about the days when you were in elementary school, never
skipping breakfast to enjoy your favorite cereal. How could you say no to Cocoa
Pops? You glance at him, who’s leaning against the counter with an amused
expression on his face. He’s quite adorable, actually.
“Okay, I’ll stay. But if you try anything funny, this katana
will slice through your neck in a second.” He rolls his eyes at that and hands
you a bottle of water which you graciously accept. “Whatever. My name’s Jimin,
by the way. And you are?” Jimin. His name matches his face, somehow. “I’m Y/N.”
You both head back to the living room, bringing along two
cans of beans with you. You both sit down on the sofa and dig into the canned beans.
You’re surprised at how hungry and thirsty you actually are. “Slow down, Y/N,
or you’re going to choke.” You know he’s only trying to be kind, but you ignore
him and continue to eat and drink until you’ve finished your food. He’s staring
at you curiously but continues eating his food. You finish your food, placing
the can next to the pile of trash in the room.
“How’d you manage to get so much food?” you ask. “Look at
this neighborhood. It’s been completely abandoned. I chose this particular
house to settle in and scavenged the others for food. I wasn’t expecting much,
honestly, but I hit the jackpot. I’ve been staying here for about two weeks.”
You grimace at that, knowing that you weren’t ever supposed to stay in a place
for too long. The corpses would catch up to you, always.
“Don’t you think it’s time for you to move on? I mean, there
were so many after me just now. Who knows if there’s a horde coming around…”
You both shudder at the idea of corpses piling into what used to be a peaceful
sanctuary for Jimin. You start to feel guilty at the thought of ruining his
“Yeah, it is. I was thinking of leaving today, but you
attracted all the corpses to me, so..” he trails off. “I’m actually really
sorry about that, honestly. But there’s something I’d like to ask you.” He
gulps down some water and then nods. “Shoot.”
“Why did you save me?”
He tilts his head back against the cushion and looks as if he’s
deep in thought. “I’ve- I’ve just lost my best friend, Taehyung. We were
together since the world went to shit but…” He sucks in a breath, and then
looks at the wall behind you. “I lost him to a horde, he had an injury and we
weren’t fast enough and before I knew it, they were piling onto him.” You watch
tears stream down his face and you sympathize with him, knowing exactly how he
Jimin wipes the tears off his face and releases a shaky
breath. He regains his composure and starts speaking again. “I’ve been alone
ever since and the silence was driving me wild. I came across groups of people
but I could never trust them. They’re worse than the corpses.” You nod your
head at that, waiting for him to continue.
“Anyway, I saw you walk in and you didn’t look like a
potential threat. You just look like someone who wants to survive, so I saved
you. I could use someone to talk to, anyway.”
“Jimin,” his name rolls off your tongue easily. “Why are you
trusting me now? You don’t know if I’ll kill you or steal all your stuff while
you’re sleeping.” He snickers. “I might have an adorable face, but trust me
when I say that I have quick
reflexes. Besides, there’s no way you’d kill me, you don’t look like you’d kill
a random person for no reason.” He’s
right, you wouldn’t kill a human for no reason.
“You do have cute cheeks, can I pinch them?” You reach your
hands out towards him and he stands up abruptly, getting away from you. “No,
you may not,” he mutters. You stifle a giggle, instantly warming up to him. He
joins you back on the couch again and smiles at you. “I have enough water for
you to go and wash yourself up, you look like you could use some cleaning.”
“Thank you,” you say. You head to the bathroom and strip out
of your clothes, setting it aside on the sink before scrubbing yourself down
with cool water. It’s cold, but it feels refreshing. You notice some body wash
on the floor and you squeeze it into your palm and lather it all over your
body. You then wash yourself again, making sure there wasn’t any more soap left
You reach into your
knapsack and pull out some clean clothes which you’ve managed to wash in the
previous house you stayed at. You walk out of the bathroom and back into the
living room. You see Jimin peeking out through the window, and you join him to
see what he’s looking at. Oh shit. This is bad.
Corpses were walking aimlessly and mindlessly all around the
neighborhood. “I’m so sorry, Jimin,” you whisper. He turns around to look at
you. “Hey, it’s not your fault. They were going to be here sooner or later,
anyway.” You nod at him. “Well, we do have to leave sooner or later, so when do
you want to?”
“The sun is going to set soon, and you know it’s best to not
go out at night. You know what they’re capable of.” You shiver at his
statement, but you understand what he means.
They’re wilder at night and tend to mob up easily. You don’t
know why, but perhaps they’re night creatures. The sun doesn’t slow them down,
it’s just that they move faster at night and they’re also more aggressive.
“Let’s get some rest. We’re going to move past them tomorrow
morning once they’ve cleared out a little bit.” He walks to the bedroom only to
walk out a few moments later carrying a pillow and blanket. You blink at him. “You’re
sleeping here?” He places the pillow and blanket down on the sofa before
plopping down on it. “You can have the bed. I’ve had it for a long time anyway
and I figured that you need it more than I do,” he smiles, showing off a
dimple. He really is cute. “Thank you, Jimin, I really appreciate it.” He waves
you off, and you walk to the bedroom.
You place Aegis on the dresser beside you and your knapsack
at the foot of your bed. You lay down against the pillow, grateful for the
comfort it offered you. You know you weren’t supposed to trust a stranger, but
Jimin seemed genuinely nice. He gave you food, and let you take a bath in his
bathroom. He accepted you into his temporary home after saving your life. He’s
not a bad guy. But now that you’ve found someone to talk to, you decide that
you do not want to be alone in the bedroom.
You get up and walk towards Jimin who seems to have fallen
asleep already. “What is it?” You jump up in surprise and cover your face. “Quick
reflexes indeed, you were right.” He smirks at you and sits up, rubbing his
“Um, well…I…” you start. Come on, finish what you started. “Well,
you seem like a nice person and.. I was wondering if- if you’d like to join me.
It’s nice to meet a kind person and you don’t seem too bad..” There, you said
it. “But only if you want to!” you add quickly, feeling your cheeks heat up.
Jimin chuckles lightly and he stands up, picking up his
pillow and blanket. “Okay.” So you walk back to the room with Jimin behind you
and you lay down on the bed and pull the blanket up to your face. You feel the
space beside you dip down as Jimin joins you.
“So, what were you before all this happened?” he asks
quietly. “I was studying virology.” “Virology, interesting. Too bad you didn’t
get to finish studying, though. You might’ve been able to help out with this
madness.” “What a shame it is, I know. What about you?” you ask.
“I.. I used to be a
singer. The both of us, Taehyung and I. We had a group of friends and we formed
a band but Taehyung and I used to stick together all the time. We left without
them because we couldn’t reach them.” You feel like comforting him, but you don’t
know how, so you decide to open up to him.
“I lost my dad and sister right when all this started. He
turned into one of those things and he.. he..” You inhale deeply and shut your
eyes, not wanting to continue the story. Beside you, Jimin turns onto his side
and faces you. You feel him grab onto your hand and though he was only trying
to comfort you, you feel goosebumps sprout all over your skin. “I’m sorry, Y/N,”
he murmurs while squeezing your hand gently. “I’m sorry too, Jimin. But now
that we know a little more about each other and trust each other slightly, let’s go to sleep, yeah?”
He gives you a small nod and you feel your sleepiness consume
you. You were exhausted. You walked
the entire day in search of food and got chased by corpses only to stumble upon
Jimin who welcomed you into his humble abode. You hold onto his hand without
letting go that night and for the first time in a long time, you don’t have nightmares.
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Richonne AU (Forbidden Love) Your Love For All Of Time pt 2
Happy Birthday @siancore I did a part 2 as requested for you and all those who asked. I hope everyone enjoys.
Michonne stood and looked around her small quarters one last time. She had tidied it so if looked the same way she found it a year ago.
“So Mr.Blake informed me you were his governess for little Penny.” Mr. Walsh said, as he looked at the young, black woman in front of him. He immediately decided she was a serious little thing. Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun of coily, curls. Although a few tiny curls escaped and rested against her forehead. She wore a bright, long-sleeved white blouse that had a collar buttoned all the way up to base of her neck. It was tucked into a long, dark skirt that failed to hide her shapely figure. Her hands clasped in front of her. If not for her youthful features and large sparkling, brown, almond shaped eyes she would be the spitting image of his governess. Do they all dress alike? He wondered.
“Yes sir.” Michonne answered, she swallowed and looked as if she was blinking back tears. “Such a tragedy what happened to his wife and daughter.” Mr. Walsh said. The wife and daughter of her former employer were killed when their horse got spooked and ran their carriage into a lake bringing them back from church. None of the passengers could swim. Mr. Blake wasn’t fond of church service and he was not present. Michonne had saved enough to visit her father on weekends off from teaching, so she wasn’t there with them that tragic day. “Mr.Blake is certain he wants to part with you?” Mr. Walsh asked. When Mr. Blake had asked him to employ Michonne he didn’t look to be in any state to be alone, as most of the staff had left, expect a few and Michonne. Michonne. The only one seemingly able to handle his grief…until now.
For Coliver: “you are very endearing when you’re half asleep.”
also for @yesterdayiwrote because they wanted something cute and fluffy, hope this makes you feel a bit better :)
For a few minutes, Oliver is reluctant to open his eyes and face the day ahead. But no matter how hard he tries to ignore them, the suns rays insist on caressing his face and beating down on his eyelids, preventing him for returning to a blissful sleep.
Stifling an immature moan of protest, Oliver slowly blinks his eyes open.
For a few seconds all he can see is a blurry haze of burning bright yellow, soft brown, piercing blue and pale pink but then his eyes focus and he’s able to see the view a little clearer.
He doesn’t have his glasses on or his contacts in but he can still make out the brightness in Connor’s eyes that’s a lot more common now than it used to be, the upward pull of his lips and how his hair is perfectly tousled from sleep.
Oliver can’t help but smile back, if he had to wake up then there’s absolutely nothing else he’d rather wake up to than Connor.
“Morning” Oliver mumbles, pulling the blankets up over their shoulders so they don’t get cold.
Connor’s smile only grows wider and Oliver can hear the sheets beneath then softly swish as Connor moves ever so slightly closer to him.
Oliver lets out a yelp that has Connor laughing mischievously.
“Get your feet away from mine Connor!”
“But yours are nice and warm!”
“Exactly and I want them to stay that way!”
And then Connor shoots those vulnerable, soft chocolate puppy eyes at him and Oliver gives up any pretense at fighting this battle that he will always lose.
Connor grins as Oliver traps his feet in between his own and lets Connor steal all of his beautiful warmth.
Oliver snuggles further into his pillow and just takes a minute to look at Connor.
This is another one of those mornings where he still can’t believe he’s here, that they’re here.
Oliver’s biggest fear when they packed up for California was that one day he’d regret it, or one day Connor would realise he’d made a stupid mistake. But that never happened.
It wasn’t easy, uprooting their lives to another state neither of them had ever even visited, a state where they knew absolutely nobody but the names of celebrities that had one of their fifty mansions there but they did it.
Some days were harder then others. They’d wake up tired and grumpy, Connor would go to his assistant job with a permanent frown on his face as he poured coffee for people who’d never say thank you while Oliver sat at a screen staring at line after line of code and it would take him a few minutes to realise they were all just jumbling together in his brain.
But some days started like this. With a smile on Connor’s face that was brighter than any smile he wore in Philadelphia. With them inching closer to each other so their arms and legs and even foot touch because they never want to let go. With Oliver wondering how he could have ever thought this was a bad idea because this, this right here was everything he never knew he wanted.
Oliver’s brought back to the present when he feels long fingers thread through his hair. Focusing his gaze on Connor again, he sees that Connor’s smile has inched back into that notorious Connor Walsh smirk.
“You still with me?” Connor asks teasingly
Oliver laughs softly and nods, “Yeah, of course.”.
Connor’s fingers feel so good and soft in his hair that Oliver can’t help but close his eyes and lean into them.
Connor’s silky laugh sneaks into his ears,
“You are very endearing when you’re half asleep.”
Oliver raises an eyebrow but doesn’t open his eyes.
“Are you just noticing that now?”
Connor laughs again, his loud, genuine laugh this time.
“No, no I’ve noticed it before…noticed it for years, I just thought it was about time I mentioned it.”
Oliver hums and smiles, “Well thank you.”
“No problem Mr Walsh”
Oliver opens his eyes at the same moment he starts laughing.
“Hey, we hyphenated remember? It’s Mr. Hampton-Walsh.”
Connor shrugs but his grin is still plastered on his face,
“Walsh, Hampton-Walsh, it’s still my name stuck on the end of yours. It still means you’re my husband.”
“Really? You’re my husband? God I just thought that was a fancy party Gemma threw for us.”
Connor pushes his fist lightly against Oliver’s shoulder and mutters a barely audibly and not at all sincere “Shut up.”
Oliver smiles and leans in to kiss his husband on the mouth, morning breath be damned.
After a few seconds he pulls back, leans his forehead against Connor’s and whispers.
“So…we’ve been married a month now.”
“Yeah” Connor whispers back
Connor pulls away and Oliver searches his face to gauge whether that was the right question to ask or not.
Then Connor smiles that blinding smile of his.
“Absolutely none at all.”
Oliver grins, leans in and just before he kisses his husband again he murmurs,
10. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?
Connor eyes Oliver from over the menu and scoffs. “Don’t even know why you’re looking…”
Oliver looks up with a raised eyebrow and a “Hm?”
Connor shakes his head. “Nothing.”
“No. What’d you say?” his boyfriend insists.
“It’s just…” Connor gestures to the plastic covered menu in Oliver’s hand. “I don’t know why you even bother to look. You get the same thing every time.”
“I do not,” Oliver says, turning back to his menu.
Connor is too smart to say anything but his look clearly says, Yes you do.
Oliver levels him a look of his own. “Okay, Law school.” He puts the menu down and folds his hands over it. “What am I going to order?”
“Ollie–” Connor tries to protest.
The other man just holds up a hand. “No. I wanna know. What am I going to get?”
With a roll of his eyes and a “Fine” under his breath, Connor folds his own menu. “You’re going to order iced tea–unsweetened–and then put three packs of Sweet-n-Low in it. No lemon. Then, you’re going to order the club sandwich, no bacon and extra avocado. Sweet potato fries instead of regular, forget the coleslaw. When the desert menu comes, you’re going to look at it and then look at me and say ‘Let’s just get ice cream,’ which I readily agree to because–”
“Because you’ve been craving a birthday cake sundae for, like, three days now, which was the whole reason you suggested we go out to eat in the first place” Oliver finishes. At Connor’s blank look, he curls the corner of his lip up in a smirk before continuing, “And, when we’re there, you’re going to order a medium instead of a small because you were good at dinner and had the veggie wrap, no ranch, and just water instead of the bacon cheeseburger and coke you really want.”
Connor blinks once then, “How do you know I want a birthday cake sundae?”
“That froyo place on Seventh opened up and you’ve casually mentioned that we should ‘check it out’ about a dozen times in the last week,” Oliver answers. He picks up his menu and starts browsing again. “You aren’t the only one who knows things, Mr. Walsh.”
“Apparently,” Connor breathes. He picks up his own menu again. “What are you getting?” he absently asks after a moment.
“Anything but the club sandwich,” is Oliver’s only response and Connor throws his head back with a laugh.