#something about his design would look so much better with brown eyes... my brown-eyed lil guy...

[thebleedingeffect]

now updating my sksw link design to have dark eyes in solidarity of that one jerma post u tagged

The brown-eyed sksw Link propaganda grows by the day!! We are fighting the good fight my friend <- I'm not even joking sksw Link's blue eyes distracted me the entire damn time cause I was So Sure that he needed brown eyes instead

[uwuch9n]

hey !!! today i’m gonna be trying to write some fluff to calm myself down and also try out something new in the process ! hope whoever reads this enjoys it :)

characters: kenma, nb y/n (self insert or oc) and a bit of kuroo :D

warnings or possible triggers: ear biting, neck kissing, wrists/arms being touched, stressed/overworked/anxious reader, and a thunderstorm/heavy rain ! please do not continue reading if any of these things could trigger any unwanted reactions ! maybe the next time i write some fluff or sfw fanfics you’ll be able to read ‘em !

a nice welcome home.

after a long day at your new job, a manga artist, you decided to end your shift for the night and head back home. you wiped the sweat off your forehead but the stress wasn’t easy to get rid of. the office wanted the manga to be done as soon as possible and you couldn’t get the last few pages right. it was very obviously a hard week for you. luckily it was a friday so you’d get saturday off, but sunday you had to go back.

after getting yourself together you stuffed your things into your bag and walked out to get in your car.

“hey there y/n! lookin great huh, i see you’re ready to go home to lil kenken right?? how you doing?” said kuroo as he ran into you right outside the establishment. he worked near that area and decided to stop by, luckily he walked into you at the right time.

“im doing well,, i guess.. i just was overthinking a bit but i’m sure tomorrow, or even tonight, i’ll be able to refresh myself and relax..” you said almost trying to avoid contact for the time being. kuroo noticed you didn’t seem to excited about things and so he decided to give you some words of encouragement.

“i’m sure whenever you get to relax you’ll be ready for work again! and besides you got a lil pal waiting for you at home, don’t you look forward to that?? he’s pretty good at comforting,, and i should know”- he chuckled. you gave him a smile and nodded in agreement. you let out a sigh and walked off to your car right before kuroo grasped your left shoulder and pulled you in for a hug. he patted your head with his hand and reassured you. you got a little flustered,, but kept it in.

“you’re doing amazing, really. i know you work really hard, so make sure to cool off, ‘kay? you got this in the bag!” he said, you clearly being able to sense his smile through his decently raspy voice. he let you go and gave you a little push to get you back together after the short hug, and you both waved goodbye.

well that was quite an experience. you knew that kuroo wasn’t a homewrecker, especially when it came to kenma’s s/o, but he was getting much more comfortable and supportive with you. that made you happy, but after thinking about what had just happened, you refocused and started your car.

you drove through the freeway and noticed all the billboards promoting businesses that you knew you’d rather be working at. you meet a stop sign and let out a sigh while other cars drive by. when it’s time to go, you go, as one would normally do, but you noticed that some water droplets were gently hitting the windshield of your car. it started getting a bit rougher and even more water droplets starting hitting your windshield, only this time they got louder.

you could hear all the other cars driving by thanks to the water that was slightly flooding the streets. you make a swift turn into your apartment complex and slowed down as you arrived at your apartment. you park at your designated spot and turn off your car. you adjust your bag straps that had fallen off your shoulder without you realizing, and reached into the back side of your car to get your umbrella. unfortunately it wasn’t there so you’d have to get wet, and it was raining pretty heavily. you sighed and reached into your cup holder for your apartment keys and got the right key ready in your hand for when you got to the door.

you slam your car door and lock it.

“goddamit” you let out as you start feeling your clothes getting humid. your shoes were hitting the floor inundated by the rain. you started running towards your door which fortunately was on the first floor. you inserted the key into the keyhole and turned your wrist gently as you peeked into the window. you could see the flashing lights of the tv. kenma was probably playing games again.

you closed the door and brushed yourself off as you glanced at kenma who had turned to see what that noise was. he knew it was you but he still wanted to see your pretty tired face. you gently took of your shoes and put your jacket and bag on the racks on the wall next to the door. you pushed your shoes with your foot and went to put on your favorite slippers.

“hey love, how did today go..?” asked kenma in a soft gentle voice, as to not startle you while you still were trying to shake off the water that had been absorbed by your clothes. you look up at kenma with an exhausted expression. “today was very stressful,, my manager told me to hurry up,, the artwork is due literally wednesday of next week and i can’t even get the stuff i’m working on now finished and-” kenma stopped your rambling by gesturing a hug and making gentle movements to come here with his small hands. you looked at him with a surprised expression, and then quickly changed it to a pleasant smile.

by then you realized that he had paused his game and the music of the game was still playing in the background, only a little quieter then when it’s actually on. you head to his little pile of blankets and pillows, and saw your favorite stuffed animal and a few snacks already set up for you for when you came home. that made you feel a lot better than before. “hey kenken, what’s all this stuff?” you asked acting clueless, but also trying to hear what he had to say about the setup. “it’s just a few things for you to pick out from,, i even brought you your little frog plushie; i know you like it..” he said while grabbing it and handing it to you. he blushed a little as you took it from his hands, gently caressing his as you did.

you took a look at a frog plushie but before you could get a full 360° look of it you saw kenma’s slender hands covering the two small black eyes of the plush. he set the plush down on your lap and grabbed your wrists. he knew your wrists were probably tired and sore after all that nonstop sketching at work, so he started gently rubbing them with his thumbs. he looked at your hands as he did, and then looked up at you. you had a cute shocked expression which he loved to paint on your face. he giggled and then went in for a kiss on the cheek.

after his soft tender lips were lifted from your cheek, you felt a bit of rustling and then a little blow on your ear which made you squirm. he bit it gently and kissed the side of your neck, while you sat there a bit flustered. kenma was usually the type to just give you a kiss on the cheek and continue playing his game, but recently you were getting much more attention from him. you didn’t mind it though, you kinda enjoyed it rather.

“you don’t have to give me neck kisses y’know..” you said hoping that he wouldn’t listen and just continue for a good minute. he of course didn’t stop and completely brushed off what you had just said. he moved to your shoulder and started kissing it, and then he pulled away. he look at you and gave you a smile, leaning in for a kiss afterwards. you kissed back and then grabbed him by the shoulders. both of you were blushing intensely, his blush just a little more calmed down, but it was there nonetheless.

“let’s eat some snacks, shall we?” you say after pulling away from the kiss and sitting there being a hot mess. you could hear the rain only getting rougher and rougher, and at one point you heard thunder. it was gonna be a loooong night. “let’s do that then” he said smiling as he reached over to the bowl full of strawberry pocky and small chocolate chip cookies. he fed you a stick of the strawberry coated biscuit and you nommed down on it happily, while he pulled away the excess pocky stick and brushed crumbs off of your lips with his thumb. his hand grasped the side of your face and he went to kiss your cheek once again before feeding you the rest of the pocky.

kenma turned to face the tv and then slowly got up to grab another controller for you to play with, since he was already playing a game and he wanted you to play along as well. you watched his flimsy self get up and come back to the floor in front of the couch. he sat down criss cross apple sauce style and handed you the controller, all while the thunder was still alive and the rain was still pouring.

“do you want to keep playing this game or... another game i have in our room...?” asked kenma in hopes that you’d say you wanted to continue playing the game he was already playing. he didn’t want to get up when he was right next to you. “this game seems fun, i’d love to play it with you” you said happily as you took the controller he had handed you and held it correctly so that he could get the multiplayer setting on and you’d be ready when he did.

you heard silly sound effects from when he switched the setting to multiplayer, and it filled you up with motivation for some reason. the thunderstorm and heavy raining didn’t bother you anymore because you knew you’d be safe with kenma. the music of the game got louder and kenma slowly lowered it a bit as to not disturb the apartment building. “you have to jump over the brown mushrooms and then jump into the green tubes and-” “..super mario bros..? don’t worry baby i know how to play this one” you winked at him and he let out a giggle.

he layed his head on your left shoulder which made you blush, and you followed it with a wide-eyed expression. he didn’t look too into it though, he was just focused in the game, and for him it was only nature. you rested your head on top of his and continued to play. time passed and it was around 2 AM. you and kenma had played for hours, and kenma was seemingly getting pretty tired, just as you were. “hey bub do you want to maybe go to bed now?” you suddenly paused the game and asked. “bed..?” he looked confused. he directed his eyes to the couch behind you two and you followed, quickly looking back at him.

“do you want to sleep on the couch tonight?” you put the puzzle pieces together. he nodded his head. “you don’t have work tomorrow so i figured you wouldn’t mind sleeping with me on the couch....” he said quietly in hopes that you would. you grabbed his face with your warm hands and kissed his forehead. “yeah of course i do!” you said trying to be enthusiastic, although your tired face barely allowed it. you both got up and he laid on the couch. you tried getting the bowl of snacks from off the floor and bring them to the kitchen but kenma quickly pulled you into his arms.

“tomorrow.. tomorrow we can clean up...” he said exhausted as you now were covering his body with yours. you adjusted yourself as did kenma and you both got into ‘cuddle mode.’

his arms wrapped around your body and you slowly started to kiss him all over. he laid his head back onto the arm of the couch. you relaxed your stiffened body, and closed your eyes as the music from the video game slowly faded away into nothing. kenma’s arms rubbed your back and moved to your head and shoulders. he gave you a final kiss on your head before drifting off to sleep.

that’s all ! i hope you enjoyed this self insert x kenma fluff fanfic ! if this does any good i’ll consider writing more fluff in the future :))

[calpalirwin]

High

Summary: Anon request- I wish you would write a fic where: the reader and cal would be good together but they for some reason (anxiety, money insecurity, commitment to the lifestyle, one's good for the other but the other isn't good for the one, etc.) can't date each other. So when Cal asks her out it's a really teary eyed no and then High gets written.

A/N: Gave it a slight tweak, but the premise is still more or less the same.

Content: Greaser!Cal and Soc!OC

Word Count: 2.1k

And away and away we go!

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“For our poetry unit, you will be paired up and tasked with making your own poetry,” Mrs. Donovan told the class.

Elizabeth’s eyes flickered over to Sarah and they shared a smile. In the back, Calum and Michael were sharing a similar look.

“Now, before you get too excited, I will be picking your partners,” Mrs. Donovan continued as the class groaned in disappointment. She began to rattle off the names, alphabetically, and Elizabeth let out a sigh of relief. Her and Sarah’s names were close together on the call sheet. Surely they wo- “Harper and Hood.” Elizabeth’s heart sank. She had forgotten about Calum’s last name being smack dab in between her’s and Sarah’s. Elizabeth turned in her seat to look back at the boy, who was already rolling his brown eyes. Keep going, Elizabeth thought, maybe you’ll find a brain back there. She looked disdainfully over at her friend who was already whispering excitedly with her own partner. At least one of them would get out of this project with their dignity…

~~~

When the bell rang, signalling the end of the day, Elizabeth expected Calum to bolt for the door like he always did, making it near impossible for her to make contact with him to discuss their project. Which is why she was staying behind to ask if there was any way for her to do the project on her own. So when Calum approached the teacher’s desk before she could, she stilled by her desk, before willing her feet to move her to stand beside her apparent partner. “Mrs. Donovan,” Calum’s voice was a low hiss as he started to protest.

Mrs. Donovan looked at the pair over the rim of her glasses: the boy’s anger apparent in the way his entire body was rigid, like a coil ready to spring, the girl trying to match his coldness with her own lifeless stare. “Did you have a question regarding the project?”

“With all due respect, Mrs. Donovan, but I would like to do the project myself,” Elizabeth spoke up.

“Mr. Hood, do you share Miss Harper’s sentiments?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Well, much like the world of writing, the world of poetry is meant to challenge. It’s very design is to push the boundaries of what we think and what we feel. So, consider yourselves challenged.”

Elizabeth bit her tongue. “Yes ma’am.”

“How poetic…” Calum muttered sarcastically under his breath.

“Did you say something, Mr. Hood?” Mrs. Donovan asked, daring him to repeat himself.

“No, ma’am,” Calum was quick to reply, flashing a grin. “Can’t wait for you to see what we come up with. Miss Harper?” Elizabeth’s name was laced with sardonic respect as he held the door to the classroom for her.

Elizabeth busied herself with ripping a piece of paper out of her notebook while Calum debated ramming his fist into the row of lockers. He settled for giving it one good, angry kick. “How mature,” Elizabeth noted with an eye roll before stuffing the scrap of paper in his hand.

“What’s this?” he asked, smoothing out the creases to look at the address written in a calligraphic loop.

“My address, you dimwit. We can work on the weekends. Share that with anyone and I’ll…” she paused to think of a worthy enough threat that would make him think twice before he dared double-cross her. Instead she found herself trying not to drown in his hypnotizing gaze. Her tongue poked out to wet at her lips.

“You’ll what, princess? Call Daddy? Gimme a break…”

His tone snapped her out of her admiration. “I don’t like this anymore than you do, Hood. So just shut up, and do what I say.” She tapped on her address. “3 o’ clock. Saturday. Bring ideas. Don’t you dare be late.”

“You think I’m stupid enough to come to your side of town? Nuh-uh. Fat chance of that happening, sweetheart. I ain’t got a death wish.”

“And what’s your proposal on where we work? Your side of town?”

“Matter of fact, yes.”

“Pfft! Are you insane, or just stupid?”

“Look, it makes the most sense. Any mutual part of town, and we’ll both catch heat. I end up in your part of town, and I’m a dead man walking. I can handle myself in a fight, but I don’t much fancy the idea of getting jumped by the gang of pretty boys every day for the next month. Because, contrary to popular belief, it’s you Socs who instigate shit. Us greasers just fight to protect our own. So nobody on my side of town is gonna so much as breathe on ya. Ergo, the safest place for us both is my place.”

She hated that his logic made sense. The greaser girls would sneer at her in the streets of town and in the hallways at school for being spotted with Calum, but it would be no more than the way they had always sneered at her. Calum, on the other hand, had a target on his back every time he crossed the imaginary line running through town, a target only more apparent if he was spotted with her, school assignment be damned. And as much as she wanted to do this project on her own, she didn’t want the reason to be because her partner was constantly busted up. Because even though she had seen Calum fight, and the type of damage he could deal out, she knew the Socs wouldn’t fight fair. And as much disdain as she held for the boy, she didn’t wish him harm. “Fine. Write your address on the back of mine then.”

Instead of pulling out a pen, he turned and started walking down the hall. “You comin’?” he called over his shoulder.

She muttered a few unladylike words under her breath before stalking after him. The sooner she got this project done, the better.

~~~

Elizabeth wasn’t sure what she expected as she stepped over the imaginary boundary line that ran through town, maybe for the air to change and a gang of greasers to come creeping out of the nonexistent shadows. “Expecting the boogeyman to come out and get ya?” Calum scoffed, noting the way she drew her light jacket tighter around herself. “Relax. Remember what I said earlier? No one’s gonna so much as breathe on ya.”

She rolled her eyes, but let her sweater fall open. “Because I’m a girl?”

He blinked, uncertain what her being a girl had to do with any of this greaser/soc war. “No. Because I’m not gonna let anybody lay a hand on you.”

“And why would you do a stupid thing like that?”

“Because all this,” he gestured around them, “is in your head.” His fingers tapped against his temple in an all-knowing manner, like he was above the arbitrary societal norms that plagued their lives.

“If it’s all in my head, then why are you going through such lengths to protect us both? Why not do this at my home, or in the library?”

“I may not buy into this crap, but I ain’t got a death wish neither. I’ll stick to my side until I can blow this deadbeat town that looks at me sideways because my address says South before it ‘stead o’ North.”

“Then say that then. Admit you’re just doing this to look after yourself. Don’t hide behind the fake nobility that you’re doing this for me, because that doesn’t make you the hero.”

“Who said I wanted to be your hero anyway?”

“Who said I wanted to be protected?” she shot back.

He chuckled, a throaty rumble of approval of the chip on her shoulder.

~~~

For the next few weeks, when Elizabeth left her English class, she found Calum waiting for her. Together, they would make their trek across the school yard to his side of town, which she was quick to realize was no different than hers. 

His home may have been a modest one, but it wasn’t run down by any means. And there was always a snack waiting on the kitchen counter, before his mother, a sweet lady who’s disposition matched her name perfectly, whisked into view with the promise of dinner in the fridge that Calum just needed to heat up before she was dashing out the door to her night shift as a nurse.

For the most part, they passed the time they worked together in silence, the only sounds being the scratch of a pen on paper, or the rustling of a notebook as they shared their ideas with the other. 

On more than one occasion, Elizabeth would glance over at Calum, watching the way his eyebrows pulled together and his tongue poked out of his mouth as he scribbled in concentration. The pen would tap irritatingly at the rings on his notebook before the piece of paper got ripped and he crumpled it up in his fist, sighing in aggravation.

One such piece flew into her face, startling her. “You’re staring,” Calum chuckled.

“Was not,” she muttered, ducking her head down as her cheeks flushed. 

He chuckled louder, crossing his hands behind his head. “S’okay. I know I’m hot.”

“Yeah, your temper maybe…”

“Right, cuz what could a girl like you ever see in a boy like me, huh? Your mama would faint, and dear ole daddy would have me arrested for corrupting his lil girl, right?” The words left a bitter taste in his mouth.

“I thought you didn’t buy into this… crap, was it?”

“I don’t.”

“Could’ve fooled me…”

“Hey!” he snapped darkly, his hands slamming down on the table. “Let’s get one thing straight, me being smart enough to play by this town’s rules doesn’t mean for one second that I don’t see them for what they are: a load of shit. So go ahead, and think of me as a coward. Or that I’m just some lowlife who’s no good for you. Cuz I don’t give a damn what you, or what anyone else thinks of me, alright?! Cuz God knows when the tables are turned I don’t waste a single thought on any of you!”

A few weeks ago the angry storm in his eyes, the flare of his nostrils, and the way the muscles in his arms flexed dangerously would have her scared and shaking. But it was hard to be intimidated by the boy who smiled warmly at his mother before kissing the woman’s cheek hello, like it was his favorite part of his day. She knew she should be afraid of him, of everything he represented. She was supposed to. That’s what her world had taught her to think. But sitting in his kitchen, he was just another boy. A boy with the rotten luck of living on the wrong side of town, but a boy all the same. “I’m not afraid of you, Calum.”

“You should be.”

“Playing by their rules only reinforces to them that they won.”

“Then let me take you out to the movies.”

“What?!”

“Yeah… that’s what I thought.”

~~~

“Alright, Miss Harper, Mr. Hood, which one of you will be presenting your poem?”

“Elizabeth is,” Calum answered, thrusting a paper towards the girl. Calum had decided that for her on a scoffed reasoning of “Yeah, so I can look like a girl? No thanks, sweetheart. You do it.” The problem was, the poem in Elizabeth’s shaking hands wasn’t one she remembered them writing. 

“Today I called to tell you that I’m changing, but I don’t think you have enough respect to see me try,” she started to speak the foreign words aloud. “I need to stop letting me down.” The more she read, the more she was certain that this was an open-letter from Calum to herself. When she forced herself to say “I know I’ll never meet your expectations, but the picture you paint of me looks better in your mind,” she could almost hate him for making her present something so personal. “I hope you think of me highly, when you’re with someone else.”

~~~

“Calum!” she yelled out after him as he swiftly crossed the schoolyard, his poem clutched in her fist as she waved it in his direction. 

“Hmm?” he asked, thumbs going under his backpack straps as he turned to face her.

“What the hell is this?!” she demanded, pushing the paper into his chest. 

“Our assignment,” he told her. 

“Don’t play dumb with me, Hood. This wasn’t any of the ideas we worked on.”

“I know.”

“Well?!”

“Poetry is meant to challenge, remember?” His breath was hot on her skin as he leaned down to whisper the words in her ear. 

“Oh, what a load of crap! So you challenged yourself to write about how the world’s never gonna give you a fair shot? Please, you could do that in your sleep!”

“I wasn’t challenging myself, sweetheart.”

“Oh, I get it now. You’re insane and stupid!”

“3 o’ clock. Saturday. Movies. Don’t you dare be late.”

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[rickolinagrimes]

Paranoia - Part 3

“Well mother dick look what the rats dragged on in!” A deep country voice sounded behind you and you turned to see who it was.

“Well look here it’s Sergeant Ginger.” You smiled. “Bring it in big guy!”

The pair of you embraced tightly before pulling apart. “I thought you were off up by the Yukon when I last heard from ya?”

“I was, love, but then I got an emergency call saying to get my ass back to DC when this all kicked off.” You shook your head. “Damn Secretary of State got bit didn’t he! Had to be diplomatic to people for hours on end.” You scrunched up your nose in disgust.

“Abraham, how do you know her?” Rick’s expression was stoney as he evaluated the interaction.

“Well ol’ Peanut here spent a lotta time with ma unit whilst we were on a tour in Iraq. Military black ops. Damn horror story she is, gives the Grim Reaper a run for his bloody money when she’s pissed.” He folded his arms and leant against the door frame.

“Okay, but in my defence they stole our food and then kidnapped Billy.” You bounced Judith on your hip and she happily giggled slightly.

“Never touch your food, we get it.” He laughed heartily. “Is this the lil asskicker I’ve been told about?” He nodded towards her.

“Yes it is. Abraham meet Judith Grimes, Judith meet Abraham Ford. You gonna wave for him?” You nudged her and she hid her face in your shoulder babbling.

“A lil shy one ain’t she?” Abraham said.

“Or maybe you’re just freaky. Rosita Espinosa, nice to see a new face.”

“Likewise.” You shook hands with the brown eyed woman, sharing small smiles.

Rick stood up drawing the attention back to him. “You say I can’t beat you in hand to hand combat but then how good are you?”

“What’s going on?” Abraham asks looking baffled.

“Well our resident Robocop over there said if I crossed any lines he’d kill me. I told him that wouldn’t work.”

Abraham laughed. “Of course that ain’t gonna work is it. I’ve missed your little references.” He redirected himself to Rick. “If you’re serious about a fight ya need to lay down some damn bounderies. She’s ruthless, Grimes.”

“Alright then. One, no weapons; two, no broken or dislocated bones; three, avoid any serious muscle damage; four, two taps for a tap-out; five, we go till the withheld death blow.”

You grinned. “Is that all you want?”

“It’s all I need.”

“Oh honey...” You shook your head smiling. “We do it outside; wouldn’t want to make a mess.”

The whole group followed you outside and on to the grass area a little way from the house. Judith was passed to Carl who looked very happy to have her back in his arms as she snuggled into him tightly. You realised in hindsight it would have been better to unarm yourself inside the house.

“Give me a couple of minutes.” You demanded and you pulled out your first gun and laid it down on the floor.

“Why?”

“I’ve got to take my weapons off as to your rules.” You removed your sniper from your back and your utility belt.

“It can’t take that long.” The short haired woman pretentiously stated.

You unclipped your shoulder sheaths. “Look, I’m fairly sure we went over this inside.” Removing of your thigh sheath. “You, you sweet innocent woman, are completely ignorant to the happenings that went on outside the real world.” You kicked off your boots and removed your socks as well.

You then lifted your top to take the gun off your wait and it’s partner knife before removing the gun from the back of your trousers. Next you took the two small grenades out of one pocket and the multiple loaded magazines from the others. Finally, rolling up your sleeves you removed the bands that housed small metal discs the size of coins that were designed to electrocute upon contact.

“You got any more weapons on ya?!” The crossbow guy asked.

“She’s a weapon so that was a fucking dumbass question.”

“Abraham! There are younger ears.” You mock-scolded him.

However with your attention diverted and your back to him, Rick decided to attack. A sudden swish of your hair caused you to spin, duck and block Rick’s blow whilst you caught his arm and pulled it forward causing him to lose his balance allowing you to put him in a headlock with ease. Your hands were situated so only one sharp movement and a funeral would be happening tomorrow.

“Well that was cute and crap.” You threw the man off you. “Nice idea with the sneak attack but if you’re going to do it you need to wrap an arm around the neck to temporarily cut off the air supply sending the opponent into shock, giving you time for your next move.”

Now you and Rick were stood opposite each other for round two; this man was too damn stubborn.

The man with a mullet counted down. “Three, two, one!”

Before Rick could even react, your thighs were wrapped like a vice around his neck and you were pulling him to the ground. “Got to stay alert, Hun, or you’re going to get dead. One move of my thighs and you’re dead meat.”

You unravelled yourself and went to stand up. Although with his determination to win, Rick was also up and ready to fight he threw a punch only for you to block it. He then tried to kick which ended with you kicking in his other leg sending him to the ground. One swift move caused his face to be in the dirt and hands to be restrained behind his back, one of your feet on his neck.

“You’re being rash, Rick. We both know you could overpower me but with how I’ve got your hands you’d dislocate one. Although you’d never get to find out as I’d just have to put my weight onto my foot that’s conveniently on your neck.” You lightly pressed said foot to accentuate your words. “Night night.” Again, you let go of him and walked away. “Look, three rounds in and I’ve won all of them in less than twenty seconds. Now, we can do this all night or we can admit the fact that your threats against me are pointless and we can move on.”

“Rick you can stop. Surrendering is just as strong as delivering a final blow.” The lady with the katana had a firm hand on the leader’s shoulder preventing him from trying again.

You sighed. “She’s right. Something I learned early on was running was just as smart as fighting. My second mission: eliminate a drug cartel. There was a group of six of us sent down south to just beyond the border. There was a mess up in the intel leading to me being in a pretty messy situation along with two of the team. I could have just fought my way out, boost my esteem and image I was building at the risk of my teammates, or I could have walked away and come back another day. I walked away, protecting my team and got a promotion when we got back for ‘thinking about the bigger picture’. That’s what you’ve got to do, Rick, look at the bigger picture. I’m not going to turn on you; not when you’ve got a good thing going here, not when I have no reason to. If I get a problem I’ll raise it with you, if it persists I’ll either bite my tongue or I’ll walk out those gates. There’s two options right?” Whilst you had been talking you had been reequipping all of your things.

“Right.” Rick winced as he stood up.

Sighing once more, you walked over to him. Bending down to your knees in front of him you put one hand on his thigh and your finger and thumb on each side of his knee.

“What are yo-“ With a sharp flick of your wrist he grunted before letting out a slow breath of air. “Thank you.”

“It’s nothing; I just trapped the nerves when I kicked your knee in so I was just setting it right.” You stood back up and reassessed him. “Unfortunately I can’t work any voodoo magic on your shoulders however I recommend having your shower as hot as you can take it and stand under it allowing it to directly hot your shoulders.”

“How did you know my shoulders were hurting?”

“Your posture, your breathing, your vocals. You’ve bruised the bones in your shoulder blades.” You muttered as you looked the man over. “Yeah you’re going to have a couple of bruises in the morning but you’ll be good for the most part.”

“Right.” Rick responded under his breath.

You began walking away from the group towards where you came from and they watched you go. “I’m fairly sure the probie gets a babysitter and I doubt I can do the role of both!” You called over your shoulder.

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An hour and a bit later:

“How can we trust her?” Carol asked looking around the group. “All she keeps doing is saying we’re weak and how we know nothing of what the world was like behind the scenes. And all those weapons and her fighting?”

You rolled your eyes as you sat in the corner watching them all squabble. “I thought it was a good thing to tell the truth?”

You went ignored as they continued to talk.

“Agent L/N very clearly has the specific skill set and abilities that are needed in this world to survive and she also must have the ability to pass on aforementioned knowledge to us. Teach us how to execute hand to hand combat, how to analyse threats and people.” Eugene spoke up from where he was staring at you.

Rosita stepped forward. “Eugene’s right. She could make this group much stronger than it is and help us.”

“By how can we know that she’s not helping someone else?” Maggie pointed out. “She could be a security risk.”

You coughed. “Yeah no. Look I walked into this place having taken care of Judith for weeks possibly a couple of months. If there was someone else I wouldn’t be here.”

“She makes a point.” Glenn stated.

You rolled your eyes. “Thanks hun.”

“Y/N’s security clearances were a fuck ton higher than what y’all state officials had, almost on par to the President’s.” Abraham stood up for you. “She’s one to be trusted. There was a all fucking desert of shit that y’all didn’t know about yet she knew every damn grain, inside and out, of said shit. Peanut knows what she’s doing.”

“Thanks babe but I actually had the same clearance as the President.” You smiled at the soldier.

Rick added a query. “How can you have the Presidential clearance?”

“Mr President felt like he owed me a favour after I initiated a mission in deep shadow conditions to rescue the First Lady and their daughter.” You shrugged nonchalantly.

Sasha looked confused. “Wait, when did they go missing?”

“Exactly. I had been keeping an eye on the family since rumours the CIA had heard on the grapevine mentioned an attack on the White House. Saw that the phones’ locators had been destroyed and realised shot had gone south. Luckily the President was paranoid about stuff like this and had micro locators put into both their jewellery. Pickpocketed the President for his phone to find the signals and then I went and got them. President decided he liked me and gave me a raise and a promotion.”

“So ya got a raise for doing the riskiest lift in history?” Daryl looked bemused.

You smirked. “Something like that.”

“You just ‘went and got them’?” Carol looked disbelieving.

“Well yeah. There were a couple of guys in the way but meh oh well.” You replied.

Abraham quickly interrupted. “Don’t down play it! The footage showed the warehouse to be crawling with the pricks.”

“Details, Sarge. Minor details.” You waved him off.

Tara looked at everyone. “Look, I don’t know about you but I saw how she destroyed Rick outside and he’s one of our best. If her staying means she can teach us how to fight than I’m all for it.”

“Would you do that? Teach people how to fight?” Rick asked you leaning back in his chair.

“Sure, if they want to learn.” You glanced at the people in the room as you pulled your legs so they were crossed in front of you.

“Then she can stay tonight. Deanna can interview her in the morning and have the final say.” Rick finalised the conversation and Carol fixed you with a glare.

[xdawndragonx]

Reincarnation Chapter 2 - Memories.

And she read the comments with pride.

With a click, the pop-up menu opened, showing the two comments that Gabi had been afraid of seeing. Her tongue began to push upward, touching the roof of her mouth to create pressure. 

And blue eyes widened with pleasant surprise.

The comments that she was so afraid of seeing were actually from people that supported her as a creator. Two people.

“Woah, dude. That’s kinda low of you don’t you think? I mean, judging a person because they were in a certain fandom is a bit cruel. It doesn’t have anything to do with the stuff she’s creating right now. You don’t have to hate this person’s work because you disagree with their choice of fandom.” - RinKagamine

“I’d like to add to RinKagamine’s comment. If you don’t like the creator that has put effort into this piece of work, you should really just ignore it. If you persist in trying to spread this hate speech it not only has no point but no gain as well. HyperBlossomNr1 is a real person and you better start treating them like one. You probably wouldn’t like it if someone pointed out a fandom you were once in that is considered ‘cringy’. I know that the creator is a very kind person, and that’s probably why they haven’t deleted this comment yet.” - Captain Salty

Gabi had to hide a squeal that was almost squeaked out of her voice box. People liked her! There were people out there that would back her up. She blinked and rubbed her shiny oculars quickly before looking back at where to comments resided.

Nope, it wasn’t fake.

What’s more, is that it was him. “Captain Salty”. He helped her out again. Just thinking about that made a strange sensation coil around in her stomach and a flush of warmth peak slightly in her skin.

Gabi shook it off. It was distracting her.

“Huh- It turns out I was worried for nothing. Hehe...” The blue-eyed girl mumbled to herself, meekly smiling as she closed her eyes. She took a moment to just stay in that position, forgetting about the world around herself. It was nice, taking a break from thinking.

“Wait... Now that I think about it, didn’t I change my Channel name to “Gabi-Chan-Akatsuki? Hnnn... The idiot must still be using that name out of habit on Youtube...” She muttered, puffing up her right cheek as she did so.

When she opened her eyes again, Gabi’s gaze coincidently flew to the electronic clock that the computer presented on its bright screen. 

Her mood was shattered by what was displayed.

“OhcrapohcrapOHCRAP-” She hissed, her voice on the verge of the state of yelling you get when you’re freaked out. “That’s the time already?! Nonono, I’M GONNA FAIL AT THIS RATE.”

Warmed hands forcefully shut the computer that provided her with happiness and Gabi clambered over to her discarded notes and textbook.

At least she was a little bit happier than before.

Salty was quietly re-reading the messages that he and Gabi had sent to each other over Skype. The pixeled screen returned his reflection. It made him happier every time he read them, he didn’t know why though. Why did the comments just have a sort of magnetic pull to them? 

That was irrelevant right now. 

He gently shook his head and read them again, and that was when he began to notice a pattern about them. 

It seemed like Gabi was troubled by something, but he couldn’t put his finger on what.

It was the late-ish afternoon for Salty and that meant it was pretty late for Gabi herself. Nearing midnight or so.

Stretching out his body (stiff from being in one position for so long), Austin got up from leaning on his shabby, dorm-room bed and began to walk over to the door. Maybe today he might have a walk around outside? It was a crisp, autumn day today and the sun was just about peaking through trees outside, nearing it set on the horizon.

Might as well considering he hadn’t had a walk for a long time.

Room-temperatured hands grasped a winter’s overcoat of medium thickness and fastened the piece of clothing onto his chest before helping his heels into a pair of shoes that rested quietly near the door.

Creeeeek.

The door opened; a breath of a breeze whistled from the force of the action and briefly ruffled Austin’s tuffs of hair. He considered his hair to be strange, mainly because of its ability to seemingly transform from blond, to streaks of said tint, light brown and brown. It just depended on the sun, type of day and lighting. The blue-eyed boy paid not too much attention to it nevertheless. He began to walk as he thought.

From being lost in thought to inhaling sharp air, Salty suddenly spiked in his attention to what was happening around him.  

People? Not too many to his surprise, most likely because of the fact not many would go out just for the sake of going out at this time of day. The sun was a good natural warmer and allowed Austin to freely walk about without feeling like he was placed in a gigantic freezer.

What caught his cerulean eyes the most, however, were the beautiful tints and splashes of colour that had happened to the trees surrounding the paved path he walked on.

Red. Brown. Gold. Yellow. Orange.

He couldn’t help but notice they were the colours of fire. 

A village. Cheers, happy cheers.

“Encore! Encore! We’ll play out this occasion ‘til the end of today!”

“Sir... You sly fool~”

“Now now Lil’ missy, you’re not gon’ go cheeky today, are you? It’s our annual sacrificial day to the *”£$£%^$ of fire! We’ll feast on many delights today!”

“I know sir~,” A feminine giggle, “we’ll pass around the beer and merry our way with the boys!”

A resounding cheer of appreciative noises with a chorus of “Yes!”s, “We will!”s and “Aye!”s, all of high volume echoed in the small village. The light was frenzied and spread everywhere by torches fueled by tinder and fire. Bright smiles, the padded footing of scampering animals, children laughing. The smell of burning.

“More bread everyone?”

“Aye, sir!”

“More Salt?”

“คץ%£$%”

“Yes, yes. Thank you dear hu&^%$”

Cobolt eyes snapped open from panic and Salty’s breathing became ridged and hitched.

He looked around himself in confusion and he realised he was sitting down on an outdoor bench, close to the flaming trees that he personally appreciated. Austin tilted his head to point at the sky. 

Flowing teal was now tinted with amber. Occasionally, a faint cloud would hover in the sky. A sign that he’d better make his way back soon.

Slowly easing himself to get up, Salty began to think again. This “vision” that kept on repeating, kept on reoccurring, why did it happen?

Step, step.

Was it perhaps his ideas just running wild? He did know that they had only started recently. Maybe reminiscent pieces of past incompleted dreams? It would always start in the same place and end in, again, the same place. Always starting flashing images of a village and ending with a muffled, blurry female voice being thankful of something.

Step, step.

But why did he remember them so vividly if they were only silly fantasies? Maybe there was a chance they weren’t. It just didn’t seem like something he’d have the imagination to picture the images.

Step. Creek.

The door opened and Austin soon found himself back at the dorm. The door was welcoming, a flick of familiarity for him to help him remember he was where he was.

Climb. Climb.

He walked up the stairs to his designated floor. 

At least his mind was a little bit more active now.

An elegant girl strolled through an American high school's corridors, with spectacles that framed her face. She walked quietly and with no intention of talking as she passed. It was after school hours after all, and she was only still at the institution of learning, only because of club activities and revision catch up.

She sighed. How boring.

She slipped her hand into her inner pocket and pulled out her most treasured electronic item.

Her phone.

In doing so, she felt herself smile a little. Even in the midst of madness and frustration her little magic device could just calm her down like a spell. She flicked the screen on and plugged in her invigorating, precious earphones. 

Thank god that there was free wi-fi for the students in the school.

Once the earphones were properly secured, she tapped on the “YouTube” application via touchscreen.

As the vivid and bright white and red of the app began to appear, she searched for a bench to sit down on. To thoroughly enjoy the music that she knew was going to brace her ears.

With several tapping, swiping and scrolling noises the girl landed on a channel she admired and recently found.

Gabi-Chan-Akatsuki, formally known as HyperBlossomNr1.

She tapped on a video named “ Hold Release Rakshasa and Carcasses - Kaai Yuki” and closed her eyes and began to listen.

That’s right, she was a hidden Vocaloid fan. And she lived partly on the stuff.

It was funny looking back at some of Gabi′s old works before looking at the creator’s new works because of how much progress they made from when they were new. It inspired her. 

She admired the creator so much that she would most definitely defend them, even if it cost her dignity. 

Going over to her subscriptions page, the bespectacled girl reloaded the page with a dragged-out down motion with her finger and watched the circling circle go round and round.

School wi-fi was slow. Huh.

Then, a new video popped up in her feed, made by that creator she admired so much. One plainly named “Quick Announcement” and she internally squealed. Of course, she tapped on it eagerly.

As the video was loading, she took the time to read the description of the video and she felt her jaw slowly loosen and fall. Right there, it read, 

“ For those of you who can't be bothered to watch the video, here's the quick version: 

1) The video will take a while, so don't rush me. That makes me less motivated to work; 

2) I'll try to make polls every week or two weeks so you guys could help me decide which cover to do next; 

3) There'll be a live stream this Saturday where I'll be doing a live Q&A as well as tuning. Thanks for supporting me, everyone~!”

She squeaked in delight, not caring that the video was beginning to play after being loaded, and began to scroll down to the comments section below, beginning to type her enthusiasm for what was coming with quick hands. It was like she had forgotten that she was still at school.

With soft taps and one last long press, she sent her response and watched her channel name finally appear. 

“καgαmίηε rίη” 

Feeling satisfied with what had just transpired, “καgαmίηε rίη“ took a lean backward and looked upward to see the roof and upper wall of her school. A wall that just so happened to hang a clock. Such a convenient place...

As coloured, conscious eyes looked at the clock, she let out a very audible screech.

“NONONONOI’MLATE-”

And with that, the girl ran off, worriedly pacing and on the verge of running home.

“hey, you here?” - Captain Salty

“yeah, I’m here and currently screeching” - Gabi-Chan-Akatsuki

“screeching? why?” - Captain Salty

“I did somthing dumb” -  Gabi-Chan-Akatsuki

“*something” -  Gabi-Chan-Akatsuki

“pfft, y’know you can edit messages on skype, right?” - Captain Salty

“wHAT? HOW?” -  Gabi-Chan-Akatsuki

“you using mobile or computer?” - Captain Salty

“computer. mobile probably sucks.” -  Gabi-Chan-Akatsuki

“oh- so all you have to do is right-click the message and a pop-up menu should come up with an “edit” option with a pencil sign next to it.” - Captain Salty

“ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” -  Gabi-Chan-Akatsuki

“If you click it, the words you typed should be displayed on the writing bar thingie, and all you have to do is overwrite your mistake and enter it again.” - Captain Salty

“OHHHHHHHH THANK YOU-” -  Gabi-Chan-Akatsuki

“pfft, no problem sweetheart.”

“I am not a sweetheart.”

“yeah right.”

“shut up. I’m going back to screeching after this.” -  Gabi-Chan-Akatsuki

“wait actually i never got to ask this but why are you screeching?” - Captain Salty

“I told you already, I did something stupid.”

“I wasn’t talking about thhhaaaatttt.”

“fine. I’ll tell you. I’m doing a livestream later on Saturday and i’m mentally screeching because how of dumb i was to think of doing hat and URRGGGH” -  Gabi-Chan-Akatsuki

“hey, calm down, I’m sure the stream will be just fine. You're controlling it after all.”

“YEAHBUTWHATIFTHEYHATEMYVOICEORIFIMESSUPLIVEORIFIDON’TSTARTONTHERIGHTTIMEIPROMISEDEVERYONE?!” -  Gabi-Chan-Akatsuki

“Gabi calm down. It will be fine, I promise. And if it isn’t i’ll eat a book” - Captain Salty

“I know you’ll enjoy it in the end.” - Captain Salty

“Hnn.... thanks...”

“d’awww, anything for you gabi.”

“sHUSH YOU PIECE OF FRREAKING SALT” -  Gabi-Chan-Akatsuki

“fine sweetheart~″

“yoU FRICKEN, oh crap i think i left the stove on sheit” -  Gabi-Chan-Akatsuki

“Aww, you have to leave so soon?” - Captain Salty

“yes.” -  Gabi-Chan-Akatsuki

“oh. see you later then-” - Captain Salty

“pft, see you later.”

“oh wait! I wanted to ask you something-”

“Oh cool, shoot ahead but quickly because I think I smell something burning.” -  Gabi-Chan-Akatsuki

At this moment, Austin pondered on whether to tell Gabi about the extreme visions he had been experiencing. It might lighten the burden it was having on his mind. But in doing so... He might transfer his own weight to her, Gabi, and he definitely didn’t want that. It was one of the last things he wanted to happen to her. So, he begrudgingly wrote;

“Nevermind- you need to check on that stove asap seriously, i’ll talk to you later- yeah?” - Captain Salty

“oh- okay! see you later Salty” - Gabi-Chan-Akatsuki

And even though Salty knew that Gabi had probably ditched her phone by now and had probably gone and checked-out her scorching stove, he still felt obliged to write;

“See you later Princess-” 

Continued in Chapter 3.

(I’m evil I know ;w;)

@gabi4chan-akatsuki here you gooooooo~

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