#when you're crushing on your opponent from the other team

[asunflowerana]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

summary: there's an competitor around, and the boys will make sure to let them know who's worthy of your heart.

with: inarizaki team (atsumu, osamu, aran, suna and kita)

n/a: better bring an ice bag for kai. boy's not in a good situation.

⊛ miya atsumu: the show off

It’s unusual for Atsumu to feel insecure. He comprehends how handsome, talented, funny (his brother would disagree) and charming he is,which explains how he became so popular in school. Heck, he even discovered not long ago that he has a fanclub going on online. Based on those facts, it’d be foolish for some boy to try to compete with him. However, that’s not enough to make Kai, one of your classmates, give up on you. And that surely does a good job on getting on the blonde’s nerves, but he’s not a quitter, especially with something — better yet, someone — he’s been wishing for quite a while. 

So, Atsumu uses his best weapon against the enemy: he shows off.

Seriously, that boy looks like a peacock, displaying all of his best features and abilities whenever you’re around, making sure that Kai also gets the hint. He praises you in every opportunity he finds, helps you carry your stuff, gives you sweets and snacks, and even tries to impress you with his physique, either by carrying something heavy, or randomly stretching his body or flexing his biceps. 

But the moment he shines is surely on his volleyball matches. This boy overflows with confidence, making the court his stage to glow, and winning not only the game but a sweet peck of your lips on his cheek, congratulating his win. He gives you a beaming smile, taking a second to cheekily wink at his opponent’s direction, before returning his gaze to the real prize. “It was all for ya, babe.”

⊛ miya osamu: the competitive

Osamu’s also very assured of himself, aware of his many qualities (his brother would disagree), but when he notices that someone wants what he wants, a key turns inside his brain and he becomes seriously competitive. With his grades, physique, food, even his own Ma became a victim of his impulsive behavior — he couldn’t back down though, or Atsumu would be the favorite. It’s not a surprise that you’d also be included on that list, being his crush for almost a year. 

To prove that he’s the best, he likes to challenge his opponents first. It can be anything, he might even let the person decide, but the rules remain the same: no cheating, and whoever loses must back off immediately. He can’t say he doesn’t feel a certain nervousness when he does those challenges; but when he compromises with something, you better be sure he goes to win. He’ll make sure of that.

And since Kai’s dumber than he looks like, it wasn’t a hard task to make the boy fall into his trap. After all, Osamu has a secret skill that most boys his age don't think it's important to get.

 “I know what you're trying with ______.” Osamu counters, having found the boy alone in the locker room after PE. Kai rolls his eyes at him, finishing drying his hair. “And what’re you gonna do about it ? I ain’t afraid of you, Miya.”

“Really?” He approaches his adversary, starting to size him with an unwavering stare. “Then ya must know she loves some homemade cookies. ‘was thinkin’ of baking her some this week.” He gives him the best smirk he has. “You're not afraid of that, are ya?”

⊛ aran ojiro: the intimidator

Aran is a lovely boy. Seriously, he has such good manners, so friendly and respectful with others, that you wish all the boys could have the same attitude. He knows that, and that’s just his personality; what he noticed though, is that many guys get intimidated by him, mostly because of his size and tone of voice. It was weird to acknowledge that in the beginning, but now he enjoys the respect he gained from that.

When he realized that some nidiot was trying to win you over, he thought: why not use that, then?

Don’t misunderstand, Aran doesn’t approve of bullying at all, and he would lift a hand to someone if it wasn’t necessary. But maybe, you know, a simple warning might convince the boy to give up. It doesn’t hurt trying.

“Hey, Kai!” Aran finds the boy eating at a table in the cafeteria, and without waiting to be invited, he sits down right next to him, placing his chair very close his. “How'ya doing man? Good? Great, listen up.” He puts one huge hand on the boy’s back, while giving him a too-friendly smile. “I like _____. But I saw you trying to ask her out yesterday. You see, it’s really hard to date a girl if someone else’s on the way, so can you do me a favor? Stay away from her.” Low and clear, Aran’s voice sends chills over the poor boy’s body. Then he grins, smacking Kai’s back like long-time friends. “Thanks, bud!”

⊛ suna rintaro: the cunning

Suna’s really clever. He knows how to be patient enough to turn any situation in his favor: for example, winning you over. He doesn’t know how long it will take, or how many steps and casualties his plan might have, but everything he does is solemnly meant to make you fall in love with him, little by little.It doesn’t matter if a stone called Kai gets in the way: he knows how to handle it.

No man is perfect, so all he needed to do was find a flaw in his opponent. It could be the most silly thing, but if it made Kai’s reputation fall just a tad, it’d become a jewel in Suna’s hands.

And after a few days of observing his opponent, Suna found out that dear Kai is a womanizer. Heck, he didn't even try to hide the fact that he’s been hitting on almost all of the girls in his class, which made Suna very pleased, being able to record him charming a girl in good sound and details.With all the evidence, Suna makes his master move, revealing the whole truth to you.

“It’s okay, ______.” And there he is, cradling you in his arms and caressing your hair gently, comforting you after you saw the video. “There’s a lot of guys like him here. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure that none of them come your way, if you let me” His smile grows when he receives your grateful words, feeling you melt into his arms like you meant to do. “You’re welcome, sweetheart. I’ll always be here for you.”

⊛ kita shinsuke: the modest

Shinsuke’s so secure. It doesn’t matter if the guy who’s trying to win you over is the most popular, handsome, or intelligent man in the country. No one can change the fact that Kita knows you, the true you, and he knows that you’re perfect for each other, even with the differences that some might point out. You have what he admires, and he surely has admirable traits to convince you. 

So all he does is treat you normally. Except that Kita’s normal is a very high level of manners and care that many boys in high school don’t even dream of having, including his opponent. 

After all, it is rare to find a boy who’ll willingly bring you your favorite warm drink before class on the cold days, or help you study on the library so you can do well on tests, or walk with you to the bus stop on the way home just to make sure that you’re safe, or even send texts and paper notes reaffirming how special and capable you are.

And you found Shinsuke, who does all of that, and so much more just to see you well. Is there really anyone who can compete with him? He doesn’t think so.

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[kazvha]

Hi, I saw your requests were open for the time being. I wanted to ask if you could write some headcanons (or anything really) about isagi, kaiser or noa from blue lock having a crush on gn reader. Like how would they fall for them, deal with their feelings and confess ? Thanks for considering, good day/night.

Summary: Them developing a crush on you

Including: Kaiser, Noa, Isagi

Notes: First time writing for them, sorry if they're ooc. Thanks for requesting!

MICHAEL KAISER

• Kaiser became aware of you for the first time when he bumped into you and didn't even spare you a look. Irritated, you scowled and mentioned how ugly his haircut was

• He only gave you a side glance and went on

• Since then, he began to notice your presence much more on the Bastard München campus

• He saw you when he bought a coffee in the cafeteria, he recognized you standing on the side of the football field while he was warming up; even after his taxing training he noticed you on his way to the dorms

• Kaiser isn't someone who shies away from conversation. When you became the assistant of his physiotherapist he had finally the opportunity to talk with you

• He already forgot about the bumping incident and conversed with you like he did with everybody else, a lot of self-absorbed remarks and snarky comments. And you didn't hesitate to bite back

• He was a bit friendlier with you than with everybody else though because you weren't his opponent on the field

• Eventually you warmed up to each other and the stinginess in your conversations toned down a little. Kaiser found himself looking forward to finding you around campus and agitating you

• He quickly realized that he had formed a crush on you. That's also when every conversation with you took a flirty spin. Kaiser was confident in himself, it would only be a matter of time until you fell for him

• Kaiser addresses you with so many silly pet names like "Süßkartoffel, Schnucki, or Bärchen"* instead of using your name

• He's generally touchy with people, but he became so much more touchy-feely with you after realizing his feelings

• Head resting on your shoulder to look at the document you're reading, hands around your waist just for fun, or even patting your head and messing up your hair :(

• Kaiser tries everything to sweep you off your feet and fluster you. When he's sure that you like him back, he immediately asks you out.

• "You like me right? I caught you staring at me multiple times these last few days," he smiles arrogantly and leans back with his hands behind his head as you stare at him with raised eyebrows. "Good for you that I like you too! Let's go out this weekend."

(* sweet potato, sweetie, little bear)

NOEL NOA

• You were the social media manager of Bastard München and had to talk to Noa multiple times throughout the week since he was the player who got the most likes and views on your posts and videos

• Noa had to do several challenges and Tiktok dances because of you. He thought that most of them were strange, but the rational part of him understood that his cooperation would be good for the team's publicity

• He was so bad at dancing and doing these challenges, you had to teach him every time you shot a new dance video

• Noa was very flustered every time you came up to his side and guided him with your hands on him, but he didn't let it show

• Over time he became used to your ideas and you two grew a little bond. He even developed a little crush on you. The thought of carrying out your ideas wasn't that bad anymore as long as he got to spend time with you

• He tried to reason why he liked you in the first place. Several things came to his mind: His heart beat faster every time you were near him. He had the desire to please you. When he was with you, there was always a slight smile on his lips

• Noa wouldn't say anything and continue like this for a year, to find out if his feelings were fleeting

• He didn't feel the need to be in a romantic relationship right now since his hands were full with football-related things. But if he still decided to pursue one, he wanted to be with the right person

• So when his heart remained unchanged after a year, he tried his luck and asked you out in one of your shootings

• "Let me be frank with you, I caught feelings for you. Could I take you out on a date, if that's okay?"

YOICHI ISAGI

• Isagi fell for you after you interviewed him. You didn't ask him superficial questions like every other reporter, but you understood his plays and asked him about his ambitions

• He was initially stunned by your questions but answered all of them with eagerness in his voice

• He was so giddy when you exchanged your contact info at the end of it

• Also when you texted him, asking him for another interview

• The next one had a more casual vibe to it. You two went out to the park and ate street food while you asked him various questions. You quickly became friends due to his open nature and it almost felt like a date...

• He became a nervous wreck every time before you met up and he asked his mom for advice on how to treat you like a gentleman

• Even when you two texted he probably would delete and rewrite his messages for like five minutes before actually sending them. His friends tease him because of that

• He definitely practiced his whole confession at home in front of the mirror and when the time to confess came, he quickly rattled his whole speech off before he started second-guessing himself

• "Look, I immediately thought there was a connection between us the moment we met. You understand all my plays, but you're not only engrossed in my football journey, you're interested in the real me too! So, yeah it's actually no wonder that I developed a crush on you... Do you think you could accept my feelings?"

[woso-dreamzzz]

Leaving II

Alexia Putellas x Teen!Reader

Summary: Your Career Grand Slam

Alexia didn't leave Spain a lot.

Apart from matches, she doesn't travel much.

Her life is simple. Practice, home, watch football, sleep. Repeat.

It takes a lot to get Alexia to break her routine but she happily does it for you.

She's curled up on her sofa under a blanket, eyes staring up at her tv as she watches the tennis. She's never found it interesting. She'd never enjoyed watching it but she put that aside for you.

On days when Mami couldn't and Alba was busy, she was left with the job of trekking halfway across the city with you to take you to your lessons.

You were so young back then, practically tiny with your little pigtails and a racket that was almost double the size of your head.

Loathe as she is to admit it, going to Poland has done you some good. You were always amazing at tennis but you've gained confidence that Alexia isn't used to seeing from you.

You're working harder than you ever have before and it shows.

You'd won the Australian Open in January. A win at the French Open rounded off your June. Most recently, you had won Wimbledon by the skin of your teeth and now you were at the US Open.

Alexia could practically see the beads of sweat dripping down your face as you served again, your shoulders rising and falling as you skidded across the court to hit the ball back at your opponent.

She winces every time, unable to keep her thoughts away from what would happen if you planted your leg wrong or if you slipped. The thought of you tearing your acl too haunts her.

You don't deserve that.

You don't deserve any injuries like that, her little sister who used to cry when Alexia got bumps and bruises and made sure to kiss them all for magic healing.

You stumble a little, just managing to volley the ball back over the net.

Alexia can see the hit to your confidence it gave you before you snap out of it and get back into the zone.

This is a semifinal and she knows that you want to win.

Tennis is a little more brutal than football, Alexia thinks.

There's no team to back you up. There's no other people to help you when you make a bad hit.

It's just you and your opponent and the ball you're hitting between you.

It's when you win that the anger bubbles up in your sister. She hadn't been expecting it. Honestly, she had been screaming at her screen in celebration as you finally take the set and win your place in the final.

Her fist was pumped in the air and the next moment she wishes it was punched against this girl's nose.

You'd just finished shaking your opponent's hand, a woman nearly double your age who congratulates you warmly, when you take off to the stands.

Your coach is sitting in his box and he fists bumps you, something you do back only in passing before you're crushing a girl into a hug.

Alexia freezes, ice spreading across her body as she stares.

You're not the most physically affectionate person. You're quite touch averse despite growing up with Mami and Alba willing to lather you in affection at a moment's notice.

For years, Alexia has been the only one whose touch you enjoyed. You had always curled into her like a little kitten. She was the only one that got to touch you like that, even way back when you were only six and getting skinned knees from tennis practice.

Watching you and this random girl on her tv screen fills Alexia with anger. She doesn't know why. She knows that it's wrong but she can't help it.

For years, she's been your rock, the one you came to when you needed a hug. This random girl hasn't known you nearly long enough to be touching you with such familiarity.

It's all Alexia can think about even as she sits on the plane journey from Barcelona to New York. She can't help but stew.

Nothing looked like it had changed when you last called her from Poland, a week before you flew out for the US Open. You hadn't mentioned sharing hugs with anyone else. You hadn't mentioned using anyone else as your substitute Alexia.

You don't mention anyone now as you practically tackle her into a hug, rapid Catalan spilling from your lips like every time you speak to her.

Alexia catches the girl from the semi-finals hovering over your shoulder and she frowns, brows drawing together as she watches the girl awkwardly shift on the balls of her feet.

"Who is your friend?"

You say her name but, truthfully, Alexia couldn't care less. Her eyes focus on the way you reach for this girl and lace your fingers together tightly.

She's never seen you do that with someone else before.

"-My girlfriend and-"

"What?"

Suddenly, her mouth is dry and her head is filled with cotton. Alexia prays she misheard.

"My girlfriend, Ale," You repeat before continuing on with your story," And we were running right down the street because those old dudes kept yelling at us. It's not my fault that they couldn't understand my accent."

You and your girlfriend start giggling like you've said something funny and Alexia gets the feeling that she should have been listening to the start of your story rather than glaring daggers at this stupid girl.

She smiles though, just so you don't realise that she hasn't been listening before she laces your fingers with hers and pulls you into her side again.

"I'm so proud of you," She says, brushing back your hair softly and cupping your face.

You lean into her with a smile, eyes sliding closed for a moment as you suck up her affection.

"Are you feeling ready?" She asks," This is a final. Do you feel in the right mindset?" Alexia cuts her eyes towards your girlfriend. You're still so young and you seem to want this so bad. She doesn't want any distractions for you.

"Can you help me get ready?" You ask softly and Alexia grins.

"Of course." A kiss is laid on your forehead and Alexia is brought back to your first game when you were still very little.

It was just a few kids playing and was hardly a tournament of any kind but Alexia had treated it like one for you. She'd done your hair that morning and helped you get dressed. She'd laced up your shoes and given you your racket.

It was something you did at every final now - a superstition that you both adhered to strictly.

It was strange to do this with an audience.

The girl - your girlfriend, Alexia sneers in her mind - is at home with herself in your changing room. She's in control of the music, something that you didn't even let Alexia do.

She tries to shake it off, this interloper in your space as Alexia stands behind you and does your hair.

Gone are the days where you would have it up in two pigtails. Now it's replaced with a braid and tied back with a headband to keep flyaways out of your eyes.

"I love you," She says as she ties off your braid.

"I love you too, Ale."

She kneels down in front of you before helping you slip on your shoes, lacing them both up tightly.

"I love you," She says after each of them.

"I love you too, Ale."

She cups your face and looks into your eyes.

"You're so talented," She says to you," You deserve this so much. You go out there and you try your very best, okay? It's just you on the court."

"Yes, Ale."

Her lips brush against your forehead and she teasingly tugs on your braid, laughing at the way your cheeks puff up just like when she used to do it to your pigtails.

You stand and grab your bag.

Alexia expects you to walk straight out onto the court but you stop in front of your girlfriend instead.

Your foreheads are pressed together and her hands are on your waist. You're whispering to each other. It's not the familiar Catalan that Alexia is so used to hearing from you but Polish instead.

It sounds strange in her ears as you murmur to this interloper, your lips brushing hers every so often before she pats your side and sends you on your way.

Alexia tries to avoid her as much as possible, quietly distraught that she has ruined the superstition that had won you so many finals before. This is your last big hurdle of the year, Alexia doesn't want to see you lose.

Somehow, though, Alexia ends up wedged between her Mami and this interloper. It would have been easier if she was between your girlfriend and Alba because any snide comment she made wouldn't be picked up but Mami had always been able to concentrate on watching you play tennis and lecture her other two daughters at the same time.

It was a scary talent which was why Alexia kept her mouth firmly shut.

She pretended this girl didn't even exist, this girl that had clearly taken advantage of the fact that you had no Alexia affection in Poland and latched onto you like a parasite.

Alexia plays her no mind, silently cursing her in her head as she watches you step onto the court.

This woman is older than you by at least ten years, maybe more but you hold up against her well, trading hits across the net.

The first set is perhaps the longest one that Alexia has ever sat through and it's enough to have everyone sitting up straight in awe.

Even Alexia, who will admit she knows next to nothing about tennis, will admit that it's clear both you and your opponent are giving it your all but, ultimately, you come out on top in the first set.

You look exhausted though as you take your break, wiping the sweat off your face and practically caning your water bottle when Alexia knows you should sip.

Your shoulders rise and fall and Alexia knows that you're fatiguing.

She knows that it's because of this killer first set and the blazing of the sun on your back but she blames your girlfriend.

If she hadn't interrupted your usual pre-game routine than none of this would have ever happened.

This idea is only solidified in your sisters mind when you drop the second set.

You look frustrated as you hydrate again, knee bouncing.

The women only go to best of three and you and your opponent are tired. There can only be one winner and, with the way that you're fatiguing, Alexia puts all the blame on your girlfriend.

Your girlfriend who you've turned to look at with a little furrow in your brow. Your girlfriend who's smiling at you with an encouraging nod and a thumbs up that makes you produce the dopiest smile Alexia has ever seen.

You don't even look at her or Alba or Mami, just your girlfriend as you make your way back onto the court, bouncing up and down to ready yourself.

Alexia has no idea where all this energy has suddenly come from but you return the ball with vicious intensity that catches everyone off guard.

It's beautiful to watch, even more beautiful when she realises that you haven't conceded a point at all.

It's a beautiful moment as you fall onto your back when the umpire proclaims the match won.

You just lay there, arms splayed out on the court as your chest rises and falls in a pant. You've abandoned your racket next to you even as the box and crowd erupt into cheers.

You're crying, Alexia notices when you sit up and finally pull yourself to your feet, leaning over the net to shake your opponent's hand.

Tears streak down your face and you keep trying to wipe them away but more come. You make your way over to the box, reaching up to lace your fingers with your girlfriend's.

She's saying something to you, screaming really over the crowd but Alexia can't understand what she's saying.

You can though because a bubble of laughter forces its way through your tears and you nod.

Your other hand reaches up for Alexia's and she grabs it instantly, squeezing it like she did when you were little and just won your first game.

"Ale!" You say," I won!"

"Si, hermanita," She says," You did. I'm so proud of you."

"Go get your trophy," You girlfriend says with a beaming smile," We can put it next to all your others."

You look at her now and drop your sister's hand.

Alexia finds that she doesn't mind as much as your girlfriend leans down from the box and fists the front of your shirt, pulling you in for a kiss.

Though, she could have done without a front row seat to that.

[animehideout]

Haikyuu Boys X Fem! Volleyball Player Reader.

a/n : I've always imagined y/n joining Karasuno's team as a female player.. and the general dynamics between her and teammates <3

Pure fluff 🍰

Characters: Kageyama - Nishinoya - Oikawa - Kuroo.

PLOT: Y/n transferred to karasuno High school as a second year student. She couldn't find a girls volleyball team in Karasuno, so she did everything she could to join the boys volleyball team. Proving her skills and abilities, she's now the only female Wing Spiker in Karasuno's boys volleyball team.

Kageyama Tobio:

Basically you're like fire and ice, constantly bickering.

Would find a difficulty to adjust to you at first concerning his tosses.

Both of you would fight a lot.

You always end up getting scolded by Daichi.

When the two of you are angry with each other he refuses to toss the ball to you and toss it to the others instead.

Tsukki always calls Kageyma king of the court and he calls you queen of the court, in am offensive way of course.

“It's not that high y/n, you're just short”

“Ugh boke y/n boke”

“KAGYEMA I'M YOUR SENPAI”.

It makes you fuel with anger, you would hit him with a ball.

When you finally perfected your harmony on the court, you became a powerful duo, unbeatable literally beating the shit out of your opponents.

Enjoying the art of playing together. Spending a lot of time practicing together he developed a subtle crush on you.

But hell no he won't admit it.

The tsundere in him fiercely guarded his actions towards you.

He couldn't help the small cute gestures towards you, leaking his feelings out.

He enjoys drinking milk so so he would buy you some before or after practice.

Makes sure you're eating well when the coach treats you to lunch/ dinner.

“Eat more rice y/n”.

Everyone else in your team noticed his shift in action towards you, and how he softens when he talks to you.

When one of your opponents hits on you he'd give them his famous death glare.

Scares them away with his strong, terrifying aura.

Watches you with a smirk and heart eyes when you jump in the air and forcefully hit the ball over the net.

Would look at you proudly, whenever you score, he's always secretly admired your volleyball skills.

Would attempt to compliment you “nn-nff-nice”.

Starts a fight with Oikawa if he flirts with you, getting a lot of teasing in return.

Nishinoya Yū:

Aside from being teammates, both of you are classmates as well.

You have the best dynamics in the whole team.

Always sitting next to each other in class.

You end up in detention because you can't shut up in class and always has something to laugh or talk about.

Treats you to ice cream every single day after practice turning you into a sweet tooth.

Bestfriends for life, literally inseparable.

Teaches you the Rolling Thunder move.

Helps you master your receives, if you help him with school work.

Your number one supporter, literally in everything.

Comes over to your house a lot, mainly because he's struggling with homework or exam revision.

You joke around a lot, and laugh really loudly, Daichi gets mad at you all the time.

Hypes you up the most on court when you score.

“THATS MY BESTIE”.

Offers a lot of high fives and big hugs to celebrate your victory.

Very protective over you, especially during tournaments.

Along side with Ryu, they would literally jump on anyone who tries to get your number or flirts with you.

Him and Ryu are your protectors, personal bodyguards.

Has all of your secrets ( knows about the crush you have on Kags).

He's the type to be very obvious when your crush is around.

He's the type to look at person in the eyes right after you said “don't look”.

Oikawa Tooru:

The moment he saw you walking his direction he thought you were one of his obsessed fangirls.

Puts on a flirty expression

“Wanna take a picture with me cutie? wanna take my sign- huh?”.

But you'd walk past him, totally ignoring him.

“come on don't be shy.. are you a fan of the best setter in the world?”

“Yeah right, I'm a fan of Sugawara- senpai and Kageyama”.

Boy's face would drop, you did not just casually mention that Kageyama is the best setter in front of Oikawa Tooru.

In court, he would be left dumbfounded when he saw you in Karasuno's uniform.

Couldn't believe his eyes when he saw you're the only girl in Karasuno's boys team.

“YOU?”

His eyes would be glued on you the whole game and even between sets.

Shows off his strong serves

“This is for you y/n!”

You'd totally crush his ego when you perfectly received his powerful serve.

Would praise you shamelessly “Sugoi”.

Astonished when the ball passed inches away from his head but he couldn't stop it, too stunned by your spike.

“I won't lose next time y/n, put that in mind” .

A tension grows between him and Kageyama over you.

Seeing you a power duo with Kageyama stirred jealousy inside him.

Very flirty at any given opportunity resulting in him getting smacked by Iwaizumi.

“I'll teach you how to serve, even though you're already serving- Ack! what the hell Iwa-chan?!”.

Tries to analyze all the techniques and moves you use while playing.

You impress him every time.

Kuroo Tetsuroo:

He saw you for the first time when Karasuno went to Tokyo for the practice match against Nekoma.

He thought you were a manager so he didn't give it any importance.

He's not the type to go crazy over a girl.

Would say hi to your team, including you.

He would be extremely polite and welcoming.

Chuckles to himself when you and Noya screamed “IS THAT SKYTREE?!” to a normal power transmitter.

He thought it was funny, cute and adorable how you're all excited and happy to be in Tokyo.

The moment he saw you in the court in Karasuno's shirt and shorts, stretching before the match his jaw would drop.

His coach told him that you're a wing spiker and it hooked him up.

“A w-wing spiker?”

His surprise would quickly shift into respect, on how being the only girl in a boys' team didn't stop you or bother you as long as you're achieving your dream.

He became very curious as he watched your tricks and the quicks you did with Kageyama.

“Impressive!!”.

Your agility, accuracy and strategic plays made him take an interest in you.

During breaks, between sets he acknowledges your skills in front of his team.

Warning his teammates and pointing out that you're a formidable opponent and they should watch your moves.

Loves challenges, he would ask you for another practice match just to get to play against you again.

When you have time, he would practice spikes and blocks with you and Bokuto.

“Damn, you're really good at spiking”.

You would become good friends quickly and even exchange phone numbers so you can text each other when you go back to Miyagi.

Would introduce you to Kenma, his bestfriend.

Would surprise you and take you to Skytree and spoils you for the rest of the day.

Since he's the captain he would give you a lot of advice.

[artsy-hobbitses]

Do you perhaps have any headcanons on the miscreant Starscream??

DO I EVER.

I'm gonna assume you're new here or at least have not seen all headcanons, so I'll collated into one document. RIP you're getting sandblasted with a horrible sky gremlin who has hidden heart of a hero (DON'T LET THEM HEAR YOU SAY THAT, HE HAS STREET CRED TO MAINTAIN).

Starscream/Stefan Scavarro got his codename from the shriek that his suit's engines made when he would divebomb opponents from the heavens. Combined with them seeing literal stars when he blindsided them and how much of a 'sky devil' he was with his red armor, a terrified senate guard described him as the rebellion's "(Azrael) Morningstar, screaming bloody vengeance as he swoops down from the heavens to hunt the wicked". Hence, 'Starscream' was born.

He wears his hair long to cover the Cold Construct barcode on the nape of his neck. Touch him there without his permission, and he will break your fingers.

He's the best cook on the team, and he'll say it's because he's rather eat barb wire (the taste of his blood would at least add some flavour) than be subjected to the military slop he lived with for twenty years. It's never too late to learn how to how to cook and eat well, though if you substitute fresh garlic for powdered garlic in something you're serving him, he's going to fight you across the dining room table after he's done eating it. Food should be respected, even if they were the product of a culinary crime.

He learned to tailor his own clothes during his college days, and has since become very proficient at it. He make most of his formal garments, and is considered the most fashion-centric member of the team.

He was very close to Senator Shockwave/Sharifuddin Waseem as a young politician, to the point of having an unrequited crush. Sharif accepted him as a part of the senate despite his status as a (freed) Cold Construct driving others away from him, and both spent most of their time together in the senate researching and drafting bills pushing for more rights and protections for the Manual Class and Cold Constructs

He has a personal dislike of Optimus Prime/Omar Parvez, and blames Omar for what happened to Sharif, as Sharif surrendered to Proteus on Omar's watch. He had earlier requested that Omar not leave Sharif's side before their mission began and he was assigned to another post, because he had a bad feeling about Proteus' plans for Sharif, and accused Omar of being too spineless to stop it. That Omar had to choose between saving Sharif or the men Sharif told him to keep safe was something he refused to consider. However, in time they do come to an understanding when he accepts that Omar was given a impossible choice and made the one that respected Sharif's last request and sacrifice.

While he can't bring himself to keep pets (he doesn't want to get attached amid a war), he does have a fondness for cats! He admires their beauty, grace, independence and low tolerance for bullshit. He eventually adopts an old and ornery female cat named Graymalkin post-war to keep him company while Windblade/Wariko Baisho is out at work

Stefan has a ridiculously high pain tolerance due to the abuse he was put through from childhood at the air base he grew up in. His eardrums have ruptured more times than he can recall from flight test chambers and high altitude barotrauma, and if he didn't stop crying, his handlers would give him something to really cry about before they dragged him off to the medics. He has an accelerated healing factor, they saw no issue with letting out their frustrations on him, as he was simply an asset in their eyes, even as a seven-year-old.

As such, he has very warped idea of what constitutes a 'major' injury on him---he can be running around cradling his disemboweled intestines in one arm without breaking a sweat. He offhandedly tells people that an injury doesn't register as 'major' to him unless it's a skull fracture where he can feel a section of his head caved in, or a direct shot to the heart.

Because of this, he also has a very skewed idea of what 'hurt' means to him personally and how he's meant to react to it. He's internalised his handlers' assertion that because he can heal, his pain does not matter. So what if people hurt him? It's what he was built to withstand. There is a weird sense of pride he has about this, he sees it as a mark of strength, and it's partly why he's as defiantly blasé as he is about Megatron's abuse when they get in each other's faces. At the same time, it's also deeply lonely for him and he oscillates wildly between shying away from physical contact and being starved for 'good' touch at the same time.

To add to this, while he grows to harbour unspoken attraction towards Wariko which he attempted to throttle multiple times in their early says interacting with each other, he stops icing her out when she becomes the first person to acknowledge his pain, and that him being able to heal and bearing no scars from his abuse doesn't make that pain any less real. She's also his first experience with 'good' touch, which he quickly finds he cannot get enough of.

He adores musicals. In particular are The Greatest Showman, Moulin Rouge and The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

When he and Morgan are in one of their more civil moods, they play chess together in a weirdly companionable silence, as despite their mutual disdain, they understand each other the most. They're equally matched, and it's the only time where Morgan will sincerely compliment him about something, and he'd accept it without sneering or boasting. (He used to play with Sharif, who doesn't do so now as Shockwave, while Morgan used to play with Omar, so it also feels like a moment of bonding over shared loss)

He's an excellent dancer! Mostly ballroom-based which he picked up during his days as a young politician for big senate events, but he enjoys mixing things up a bit with tango or freestyle.

Has mastered walking in high heels.

He alternates between having a soft spot for Thundercracker/Teo Cortez, who he sometimes sees as a younger brother, and calling Teo out as being the 'weak link' of the Trine. He can one day be planning a heartfelt birthday party and baking a cake for Teo since Teo can no longer celebrate it with family, and the next day be screaming at Teo for messing up at target practice. He justifies this hot and cold by saying that someone like Teo isn't made for war, but since Teo insists on being here, he would rather have Teo sad or angry at him for being harsh over the work they have to do, than to have Teo dead from softness and carelessness. He was genuinely relieved when Teo finally left the Decepticons, and they do reconcile post-war.

Openly calls Tarn out for being a fanboy simp in bad Decepticon cosplay.

He never really takes Bumblebee/Benjamin Bane seriously as a fellow combatant and is constantly breaking into Omar's comm signal on the field to yell at Omar to send "your son" back home, this is NO PLACE for a child playing DRESS-UP. (Ben's "I'M 18 YOU POMPOUS PRAT" is immediately met with Stefan's "DON'T YOU TALK TO ME LIKE THAT, STOP KICKING ME IS PRIME RAISING YOU IN A BARN")

That said, despite being on opposite sides of the fence, when Ben becomes a discorporated soul, he is drawn to Stefan, who can hear him because it is Stefan, rather than Omar or even Memo and Charlie, who unknowingly first truly heard him. This goes back to when Ben was nine, and had a chance to visit the Quintesson War Museum on his birthday; his father and mother however, had no interest in exploring the exhibits with him and left him to do so on alone. On a whim, he asked a passing man, a young politician Stefan who was visiting before a conference, to help him take a picture. Stefan wanted this to be a one and done, but after asking Ben about his parents and finding out they left him to celebrate his birthday alone, he decided to chaperone Ben through the entire time that Ben was there and listened to this boy talk about everything under the sun. He didn't put much thought into this after he left, it was just a few hours of making a child happy/feel less lonely on on their birthday (he's never celebrated one! what a novelty that is), he didn't even have the presence of mind to ask for the boy's name since he himself was not given one until he was 18, but Ben never forgot.

As vain as he is, Stefan hates seeing old pictures of himself, especially those taken of him during his old senate days. He hates the boyish way he used to smile, he hates the hopeful light in his eyes, he hates coming to terms with the part of himself he felt he had sacrificed to hate over humanity on the day they razed the Senate… and how he barely recognizes the man he used to be. Wariko eventually makes him see the truth; that the man he was is the man he still is deep down.

He loves collecting plane models. He does not love putting them together, however, and it's a task he often bribes Skywarp into with offerings of muttabaq fresh off the gridle.

Sharif's old nickname for him is "Pretty Bird", Wariko calls him "Uguisu" (Japanese Bush Warbler).

Extremely protective of his armored flight suit. It was a prototype made by Sharif years ago for him--it was his first taste of flying without a helmet or within a cockpit, and he's never been able to forget that feeling. He also sees it as the last gift Sharif ever gave him before becoming 'Shockwave'. He refuses to let Morgan touch it, and the one time he did approach Shockwave to make some amendments, Shockwave told him to rubbish it for a better upgrade. He declined, and has since learned how to fix and programme the suit on his own. He won't admit it, but it feels like keeping the last physical bit of Sharif's memory alive.

Deeply in love with sky and flying in general; he embraces it as the most free he ever feels. He's up early for morning flights to catch the sunrise, and when he feels like he needs to get away from it all, he flies up high enough that ice gnaws at his face and he can't breath before freefalling through the clouds. It helps him gain a sense of perspective.

Stefan and Wariko do eventually get married, and he settles into a Way Of The Househusband role to her Lady First Delegate. They end up adopting two Cold Construct kids, Suzume and Gabriele.

If you'd like more Winblade/Starscream headcanons (because they are my power couple!), you can find them here and here!

[thekidsralright]

a love worth fighting for.

pairing: abby anderson x f!reader

synopsis: anderson is the name on everybody's lips when it comes to discussing the newest up-and-coming boxers of the season. with the help of her coach and you by her side, she's going for the world title. but what will she have to sacrifice to get there?

an: so, it's finally here. this is a big one for me folks - i'd go as far as to say the biggest fic i've ever worked on. ever. i'd love for this to be multi chapter, but that depends on the reception part 1 receives. if you like it, please reblog and let me know your thoughts. i'm proud of this, so be kind with your comments x

warnings: 18+ mdni. violence, swearing, references to smut (despite this chap not having any super explicit content, if i decide to continue this fic there will defo be heavy smut in the next upload - so don't even bother reading the first part if you're not of age).

The MC’s voice reverberates throughout the stadium, drowning out the cacophony of cheers, boos, and overarching buzz from the crowd. You could never predict who they would back until the night, usually finding that boxing fans are easily swayed depending on who gets the first punch in. You were hoping all support would be directed at her tonight, god she needed it. Trying to maintain a positive attitude is hard when your girlfriend's opponent is making his way into the ring, his impressive height and wide, muscular shoulders towering leagues above his teams; arms raised, working the crowd and hyping them up in anticipation for the fight to come. They’re already eating out of his hands, the bastards.

“Ladieeees and Gentlemaaan! Welcome to the main event. In the blue corner, weighing in at 188 pounds, undefeated in 48 fights; he needs no introduction folks - it’s the man, the beast, Zach ‘Thunderstorm’ Norriiiiiis!”

The crowd roars in excitement, slapping their hands together and pumping their fists in the air. Zach is one of the nation's favourites, as any undefeated boxer would be. The nickname ‘Thunderstorm’ came from the sound his opponent’s bodies would make when they hit the canvas, like the crack of lightning. You look ahead with a neutral expression, keeping your eyes focused on the empty archway ahead of you - trying not to zero in on just how big his arms were. How they could crush someone's airways, smash apart their ribs, do irreplaceable damage.

You inherently hated what your girl did as a profession, hated the way she put herself in harm's way time after time after time. But there was also a part of you that admired her for it, for the unbreakable determination that radiated from her - if she got beaten down, she would get right back up and come at you even harder. It’s what kept forcing you to show up. That, and also the tiny factor of being absolutely in love with the woman. But when she got hurt, which seemed to be every other day lately, you really wanted to grab a hold of her fucking head and shake the-

“Aaaaand coming into the red corner, Thunderstorm’s opponent, weighing in at 175 pounds. She hails from Salt Lake City, and is rising through the ranks quickly. With 30 wins, 24 of them coming by way of knockout, give it up for the new kid on the block -  it’s Abbyyyyyy Andersooooon!”

And here she comes, bowling out of that archway with Coach right on her tails; the hood of her red robe covering her plaited hair, matching red gloves already fastened and ready. Even from where you were waiting by the stalls, you could see the all-too-familiar expression that befalls her face before every fight. Eyes so dark they look black, focused, unwavering; brimming with unshed aggression that are preparing for the violence that is about to ensue. 

Frightening. Arousing. Another reason you’re still with her.

Abby ducks under the ropes of the ring, bouncing on her feet as she grounds herself on the canvas before moving over to her corner where Coach is now waiting. As you rush up to them, Coach gives you the look he always does before a fight - the type that screams, ‘you shouldn’t be here, girl.’ He thinks you’re a distraction, an irritating fly he’d rather swat away so he can make sure his prized money maker has the best chance at winning. You weren’t giving in that easily. Coach could go to hell for all you cared; you knew his real motivations when it came to all of this. Abby may regard him like a father, but you saw him for what he really was. A leech.

Coach shouts up into Abby’s ear, her head bent in concentration - “He’s a fucking showman. That, and a bit of muscle. You know you got the upper hand tactically; he has no fucking clue what’s about to hit him. Just stay focused Anderson, and this bout is yours.”

Abby nods resolutely, eyes trained on the canvas as she rolls her shoulders back and cracks her neck. Coach’s hands come up to grip the ropes between them.

“You gotta win this champ, you can win this. Just don’t. get. distracted.”

Both Coach’s and Abby’s eyes turn to you at the same time as you offer up a reassuring smile to your girlfriend, also now clutching at the ropes that separate you.

“You got this babe.”

She nods quickly and gives a tight smile, but you can tell from the tense line of her shoulders that she’s stressing out. Yes she’s fought before, but it was never on this big of a scale. Never against opponents like him. It was what Coach insisted was the next step –

“You wanna face off a load of wimps Anderson? Or do you wanna make it to champion status?... Yeah? Of course you fucking do. Then you gotta get in front of the crowds and beat the shit out of the favourites.” 

Easy for him to say, he’s not the one going up against an undefeated fighter. But you had faith in your girl. That was never going to change. You move closer to the ring as she crouches down into the corner, Coach double checking he has all the supplies that she would need between rounds. You take her face in your hands through the division of the ropes and pull her in for a quick kiss - before she can move away, you hold her there and take her chin in your grip, eyes lingering on hers.

“Win this…like I know you can, and then come home and fuck me like a champion.”

You don’t give her time to respond as you let her face go and back away, moving into the crowd as you cheer her name. That posture of stress has eased slightly, and a smug smile is planted on her face instead. Coach, of course, comes and wipes that smirk away as he puts her mouthguard in, holding her head still as he most likely shouts some type of bull at her once again. But of course, she’s listening to him like it’s gospel. Amped up and ready to fight, Abby raises herself to full height, bouncing on her feet and swinging her arms to the side. The crowd aren’t sure what to make of her, most of them never even hearing her name before. But there is the occasional cheer for “Anderson!” amongst the rally of support for Norris. After all, people do love an underdog.

The announcer calls Abby and Norris into the middle of the ring, a hand on both of their chests as he explains, “Now I want a nice, clean game. Nothing below the belt. Are we clear?”

Both nod, pressing against the MC’s outstretched hands in an act of intimidation towards the other. Abby’s face is like stone, never breaking eye contact and standing strong. Norris on the other hand, his smirk was the show of pure arrogance. She better fuck this dickhead up. Both back away from each other, getting into a southpaw stance as the MC’s voice rings out for the last time. 

“Are we readyyyyy…FIGHT!”

You forget about everything else when that bell rings; the crowd getting louder, Coach’s bellows erupting from her corner, the look on Norris’ face as he circles his prey. The toll of that bell ringing in your ears sounds like a death sentence, also signalling the start of round 1. 

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By round 4, the feeling of uneasiness settles in your stomach and your eyes continue to follow her quick-shifting form, matching her movements so that when she ducked or flinched back, so did you. Both fighters have been pretty level with one another so far, both sending out jabs and uppercuts - only for them to be warded off before any real damage could be inflicted. It’s not enough to win though, she needs a clear hit.

Abby goes in for a right hook, ever so slightly clipping Norris’ chin and the crowd ripples in response, hoping for the real fight to begin soon. Norris responds with a clinch to stop her from advancing too quickly, wrapping his arms around and over her. You hated seeing him touch her like that, your own fists clenching at your sides in response.

The bell tolls again signalling the end of the round, both fighters making their way to their respective posts - but not before you see Norris saying something in Abby’s ear. She doesn’t move for a second, eyes unwavering on Norris as he turns his back. For a second you think she might go for him, but she’s worked too hard to let her temper win now. With a shake of her head, she goes over to Coach and plunks down on the ground - tearing off her gloves with her teeth and ripping out her mouthpiece. Her focus is still sharply on Norris across the ring, most likely getting strategy tips and a pep talk in her ear from Coach, reminding her to channel all that anger back into the task at hand. 

You don’t move from your seat in the crowd, wanting to give her the space to fully zone in. She knows you’re here for her and only her, and you provided enough motivation at the beginning of the night to last the duration. You'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy the view at the moment either, and that those feelings of uneasiness were also coupled with an overwhelming tide of arousal.

The way sweat is dripping down her face and neck, trickling down her chest and onto her arms. How she runs her hands over the top of her head, dousing it in water and brushing through the roots with her fingers to cool off. Yeah… you really hoped she did win tonight, not just because she deserves it from how hard she’s been training, but selfishly a part of you really wants to get fucked good tonight. Especially after the show she’s putting on for you right now. And you know for a fact it’s only for you.

Abby’s let you know multiple times how much she loves you watching her fight, seeing her crush opponents to a pulp and looking absolutely glorious doing so. It’s upsetting that tonight, she isn’t doing so well. But this is what she and Coach wanted, to start moving up the leagues and facing off against better fighters - solidifying her name among the real competition. You try to stop the negative thoughts from creeping in, try to stay positive for your girl.

The rounds keep stacking up, neither Abby or Norris winning the upper hand for long. It’s evident that both fighters are getting aggravated by round 9, their punches falling on the side of reckless, their expressions displeased and downright pissed. You shout as loud as you can, “Come on baby, you can do this!” in the hopes that Abby can hear you over everyone else. And she must have done, as her head slightly turns in your direction on instinct, and Norris’ gloved fist takes the opportunity to make contact with the side of her face in response.

The crowd screams with excitement, satisfied with the fact that something is finally happening. But all you see is red as the blood sprays from Abby’s mouth on impact, her body crashing into the ropes that barely keep her form upright. You take a step forward as does Coach, you both now waiting for the bell to ring so you can meet her at the post. 12 seconds.

Come on, just stay out of his way for a bit longer…avoid the fucker for 12 seconds!

Abby’s so stunned from that first punch that as she tries to right herself on the canvas and pick up her stance, Norris is already waiting with another blow to the face - this time an uppercut that sends her head flying back and her legs out from under her.

No no no no, NO!

5 seconds.

You’re screaming for her to get up as the crowd counts how long she’s been down. 

1…2…3-

“Stand up! Abby stand the FUCK UP!”

A wave of an arm and a twitch of a leg has you screaming in relief, as Abby slowly gets back on her feet before a KO can be declared, just as the bell signals the end of the round.

Abby all but bolts for her corner, leaning her body and head back against the post - her eyes shut from exhaustion and pain. Coach partially moves out of the way for the cutman, who is trying to clean the blood from her face as best they can - the enswell pressing against the areas where Norris’ punches made impact.

You can see she’s starting to give up, that undeniable fire in her eyes has dulled to a mere glow. You can’t stand it. You try to move your head further into her corner to say “Baby, you can do this, you just gotta-”

Before you can finish, Coach has climbed through the ropes so he’s kneeling directly in front of Abby’s hunched figure, grabbing the back of her head so their foreheads are nearly touching.

“You listen to me Anderson. You’re jumping about this ring like a fuckin’ monkey on steroids. Calm the fuck down, focus in on the technique we’ve been working on for months and stop…getting…distracted.”

At this, both heads turn in your direction. Abby’s expression shows you she isn’t angry about being distracted from your support; she knew you were coming from a good place. Coach on the other hand is looking at you like you went up there and hit her yourself. He never liked when you were around, always insisting that partners were just unwanted emotional baggage that could wait until after the last punch was thrown. But Abby refuses to get in the ring if you aren’t watching from the sidelines.

“Not going out there without my girl, Coach - she’s my lucky charm.”

“Well your lucky charm has been making you late to training. Gotta get your head back to the task at hand. You can play housewives later.”

But tonight isn’t the night to bicker with Coach about things that won’t change. You will both always be here for Abby, and right now she needs you. You hold her gaze, giving a smile and a wink - “Are you seriously giving up this easy? You and me both know you’ve got it in you to bring this piece of shit down. Come on Abs…fucking finish it.”

Coach is clapping her shoulders in agreement, lifting Abby up so she can shake out the stiffness and get ready for the next round. What you hope to be the last round. You take your position back up in the crowd, and get ready to cheer for your, and her, life. The bell rings out. 

Round 10.

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She makes every punch count, unleashing herself at Norris like a fucking beast. He doesn't know how to respond to it at first, taken aback at how quickly Abby has switched up her fighting style. The renewed vigour in her movements only enrages Norris even further, the confidence that this fight was his now starting to crack under the weight of Abby’s rage.

He still manages to land some blows, but it’s almost as if she’s stopped feeling them - blinded by the sheer animalistic instinct to push through and keep punching. A flurry of blows to Norris’ face causes him to hunch down and over for relief, but what he doesn't realise is that he’s just given her the perfect head shot from above.

The blow comes fast, and hard. You wince as her gloved fist makes impact with the back of his bent head, forcing his body further beneath her.

Norris goes down, face first into the canvas at Abby’s feet. 

Knockout.

The volume of the crowd increases, if that’s even possible, counting along with the MC to ten to see if Norris has it in him to keep going. You’ve never been more relieved when he doesn't move a muscle.

8…9…10! KNOCKOUT!

You’re screaming, jumping with your arms in the air like a crazy person. She won. Abby won. The MC brings her to the centre of the ring, raising her arm with his to signal her victory. She’s shouting too, showing her black mouthguard mixed with the sight of fresh blood, unable to stand still as she takes a victor’s lap, celebrating her win.

Coach rushes up, gripping her in a bear tackle whilst you look on from the sidelines - still trying to come to terms with what you’ve just witnessed. She won. Against ‘Thunderstorm.’ This is what she’s been working towards for months, hoping for the chance to make her name known among the big leagues. Your girlfriend just put herself on the map, and it wasn’t about to go unnoticed…

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It takes a while for you all to make your way out of the stadium, fans constantly asking for autographs and pictures with the underdog-turned-champion of the night. It was nice to see. Finally, Abby was getting the recognition she deserves. Coach was eating that shit up, as expected, spreading the word to anyone that listened that we had a new heavyweight world champion in the making. Abby would get that glint in her eye at every mention of the ultimate title: world champion.

Her head might as well be made of glass, because you can see exactly what’s happening up in that brain of hers as she processes the weight of what’s happened tonight. She can see the prize that has never been in reach now that little bit closer. And she wants it. Bad. You go to remind her to take it one step at a time, but you know it would be received the wrong way.

A number of journalists and presenters were waiting by the entrance of the stadium as you emerged into the cold night. They rush you as soon as they spot Abby. You weren’t expecting so many people to come at you with cameras and microphones, reaching around, past, through you to get to her. A flurry of voices swarm the now enclosed space.

“Anderson, how do you feel after tonight’s knockout performance?”

“Who’s next on your kill list?”

“Are you staking your claim on the heavyweight belt?”

“How will you be celebrating tonight, Abby?”

Overwhelmed, you take a step back so Abby is ahead of you - Coach now placing his arm around her shoulders to also lean into the microphones held up against Abby’s mouth. 

“The next fight is coming sooner than you think. Anderson is ready to take on any of these amateurs and claim the title that is rightfully hers.”

The interviewers all look to Abby expectantly, hoping she seconds the statements made. Of course she does. It’s Abby.

“I’m ready for the next fight. This is what I’ve been training for and I'm not going to slow down now. Put any fighter in front of me and I’ll deal a knockout to whoever wants one.”

You hear this and let out a long breath. This was the flaw that irked you most about Abby. She never knows when to take a break - to step back and appreciate how much she’s already achieved. Once she gets something, it’s on to the next. You just worry that she’s going to burn herself out.

As expected, her comment only invited them to ask more, now wanting to hear the name of the next person she wants to challenge and when that would be. Coach begins to move you all forward again, giving that cheshire smile he’s perfected and a sly “you’ll have to wait and see” - most likely aiming to leave some suspense in the air so more articles are printed tomorrow. 

All three of you go to move through the reporters, making your way to a black SUV waiting just ahead. From where you took a step back, the crowd sees an opening and begins to slot themselves in between you and Abby, hot on her heels with more burning questions. When she turns her head to answer them, that signature smirk on her face is quickly replaced with alarm, then stone cold anger.

One reporter is physically elbowing you out of the way to get a better angle for his picture, the flash blinding you for a second, causing your head to snap the opposite direction. 

You hear her voice ring out over everyone.

“Get your hands off my girlfriend and back away. Now.”

She pushes through until she’s in front of elbow-camera guy, who is currently regretting his choices now Abby is towering over him, his mouth slightly open with a mixture of awe and fear.

“Do you think it’s ok to treat a woman like that? Do you think you can push my woman out of the way and expect me to pose for a photo?”

He’s frozen to the spot, and Abby only raises her eyebrows in response. Taking your hand and pulling you to her side, she turns you both around after muttering “watch yourself” to the wimp you leave behind. 

“Sorry baby” she whispers in your ear, thumb brushing down the side of your arm. Placing a hand on the small of your back, she leads you both through to the SUV and watches you get into the car before joining you. The voices now muffled; you finally release a breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding in since the start of the night. She was fine. She’s safe. Everything’s ok again.

Now you finally have a chance to talk just the two of you - well, you and Abby and Coach - you want to make sure she isn’t serious about jumping straight into another fight. But when she turns to you, her eyes alight with pure happiness that you haven't seen in a long time, you decide to have that talk in the morning.

You have a champion to take home…

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The minute you get through the front door of your apartment, you’re leading her to the bathroom to get cleaned up. She’s got that dazed look in her eyes of someone in a dream. Only this dream is real, and you couldn't be happier for her. But God, does she look rough. Hot, always, but rough.

“Did you see how fast he went down when I threw that last punch, bubs? I felt like my chest was going to explode during those 10 seconds, it felt like a lifetime to wait. I need to start thinking about my next move with Coach and strategizing ‘cos I could never use exactly the same technique, these fighters are way smarter than any of those fuckin’ rookies I’ve fought before and-”

“Woah, Abs slow down.” You give a slight chuckle as she realises her rambling, holding her hands up in defeat - allowing you to lightly push at her shoulders so she can sit on the toilet. You grab the first aid bag in the cabinet, packed with the essentials that have come in handy many times through the years. The cutman at every fight has of course offered to clean Abby up, but you always took it upon yourself to take care of her wounds at the end of the night. You both liked it that way. You were gentler, caring.

Getting down on your knees in front of her, you get to work wiping the dried blood from her face, placing cold packs and plasters over her swollen cheek and jaw. She sits there in silence, patiently watching you do it all - her hands trailing over your face, neck, arms.

“ ‘m sorry for not noticing you got left behind…don’t want you to think I forgot about you or anything. I just get carried away with it all, ya know?” she mutters, cutting through the silence - cupping the side of your face with her hand as her fingers begin to brush through your hair. You close your eyes as you revel in the feel of it, nuzzling into her palm to give it a kiss.

“It wasn’t your fault, bubs. Besides, you came to my rescue in the end…like always” - you give another kiss to her open palm, reaching up to take her hand in both of yours so you can kiss her sore knuckles.

“Besides, it was kinda worth getting pushed just so I could see you make that guy absolutely shit himself.” You both burst out laughing, leaning in close to one another as if you were best friends sharing a secret. This was the Abby that only you saw. The one who didn’t have the weight of the world on her shoulders, who could just be and not think about the next move.

You whisper, “I’m so proud of you,�� and she almost begins glowing with pleasure from your praise.

Abby pulls you in by your face, hands back to cupping either side, eyes turning mischievous. 

“I nearly forgot…I have one more thing I need to do tonight.”

You grin up at her, “oh yeah? And what’s that?”

She leans in further, her mouth stopping to hover just next to your ear, whispering “I need to fuck you like a champion.”

Her hand comes down to cup you through your jeans, squeezing ever so slightly. You’d be lying if you said you haven’t been waiting for this ever since they declared KO, getting wetter by the minute just thinking about the moment when she fucks you good and proper. 

“Come on baby…time for round 1.”

[sae-rins]

Your Dear Academic Rival

Reo Mikage, Rin Itoshi x Reader (separated)

genre : fluff

Reo Mikage

Upon arriving to school, you sat in your typical location. You take your textbooks and begin reading right away. That is, until you identified Reo Mikage attempting to take a seat next to you. That was the person seated next to you. Your ultimate rival at school.

Then you asked him after giving him a puzzled expression. Why are you seated next to me? I'm not interested in dealing with your obnoxious girlfriends. He took a very long time to respond, but he eventually said. Our teacher teamed us up for a performance task, did you not read her message at the class group chat?

You then apologized and said. I didn’t have time to open my phone, my apologies.

You and your partner went to the library to discuss the assignment as soon as the teacher ended her discussion. You each took the books you needed for the assignment and sat next to one another once more.

While exchanging concepts, you two stared at one another. Reo continued his unending explanations as you started writing them down. The moment you realized Reo had stopped talking and was instead just gazing at you, you came to a stop.

What? You asked him with such an curious expression. Immediately afterward, he said. Nothing. You are really lovely.

Reo, your academic opponent, had just called you "lovely," and you were surprised to hear those words. You cannot, however, pretend that you did not also believe Reo to be incredibly attractive and wealthy. Although being aware of your crush on him, you decided to keep it a secret.

You thought you were way out of Reo's league, and there were plenty of girls who idolized him who were far better compared to you.

But you weren't expecting him to compliment you on your beauty. Was it merely a compliment, or does he have feelings for you? Right now, your head is spinning with ideas.

You didn't even realize you were looking directly at Reo, but he was staring back. He then took hold of your hand. And it jolted you awake. He went on to say.

Please give me a chance. I understand that it may appear that I despise you because we are academic rivals. But deep down, I've always admired you; you're both smart and beautiful. I've been watching you for a long time. I like you, so please accept my recognition.

You were surprised to learn that he liked you. There was no longer any reason to suppress your emotions. You then said, Reo, I may be rude to you at times, but I adore you; I've always admired you, but I assumed I was out of your league. I genuinely like you, Reo.

Itoshi Rin

The wind was cold, blazing through The windows of the school. Your hair sways within the breeze, You did not have a Jacket, Nor did you have any Gloves to protect you from this Cold Weather.

Being Beleaguered, You continue your walk to Your House. Bushes and trees rustling throughout Your Circumjacent.

Focused on your journey home, you did not notice Rin beside you.

Rin has always infuriated you. He's been your academic rival for ages, but because you're neighbors, you often see one another when you're on your way home. It's always awkward, but you try to strike up a conversation all the time.

Hey Rin.

Yeah?

Why are you so hostile toward me? You stare at me like I'm some hideous creature.

I don't hate you; I just appear to be like that.

Oh.

Rin was simply breathtaking. If looks could kill, he would have killed you long ago; you think he's charming but wouldn't allow yourself to admit it because the manner in which he stares at you as if you're a creature prevents you from confessing to him. You were afraid of being rejected by him.

Rin began to notice your hands shivering a bunch. Because your jacket was too short to reach your hands, you began to rub and blow on them in an attempt to warm them up.

Rin grabbed your hand and held it. He wasn’t looking at you but you were looking at him. He was blushing, you could see he tried to look at the other side to hide his face but you could notice the blush on his ears.

You didn’t wanna hold back your feelings anymore so you decided to tell Rin.

Rin I like you.

I like you to you lukewarm creature

Maybe you shouldn't have told him you liked him since he had simply labeled you a lukewarm creature.

[thebramblewood]

Psst, @boobpancakes! I heard you're looking for some occult teens. I aged down a couple Sims in my gallery and then made another one. Wendy is an astrology-obsessed spellcaster, Nash is a former basketball player turned zombie, and Nat is a human/bat hybrid and aspiring DJ. Private DL. More facts under the cut!

Wendy Gothier:

Traits: creative, perfectionist

Aspiration: Spellcraft & Sorcery

Comes from a long line of extremely skilled spellcasters

Less skilled at the alchemy part (if you're wondering why she's at a school for monsters, just ask the dozens of unwitting crushes who have fallen victim to her questionable love potions)

Will ask for your full astrological chart within five minutes of meeting you to determine if you're worth befriending

Good luck getting her to take off that hat (no, seriously, it's attached to the hair)

Nash McDermott:

Traits: active, erratic

Aspiration: Bodybuilder

Used to be the best player on his school's basketball team

Zombified during an ill-fated Homecoming party in a graveyard

A little too slow for the court now (and also liable to start gnawing on his opponents' limbs)

Still a good boy when he's not on hungry mode (as long as you ignore his perpetually blood-stained clothes and the faint whiff of decay)

Natalie "Nat" Mendez:

Traits: party animal, music lover

Aspiration: Musical Genius

Discovered as a baby clinging onto a cave wall with tiny bat wings

Her adoptive human family doesn't really understand her, but they do their best to love her anyway

Perpetually grumpy (and downright feral if you get on her bad side) during daylight hours but the life of the party at night

Has already decided her professional moniker will be DJ Batty (she keeps hearing about these Vatores and their lavish vampire parties... maybe she can DJ for them one day)

Technical Stuff:

One outfit per category (I used a lot of CC so the file is huge, sorry!)

They've all got a handful of skill points in suitable areas

I did not set their sexualities, so they can be whatever you or your game decides!

I used Luumia's height slider, but I've not included it because I know it can be glitchy

You may also want to download Crilender's CAS Unlocks so that occult skin detail categories show up for all (Nash may lose some of his zombie features otherwise)

Nat has a dark form that's a little more bat-like than her regular appearance! (in my experience, it's easy to accidentally link human/dark forms in CAS and overwrite one or the other, so be careful)

[elbdot]

just saw your opinions on the champs, So what's your opinions on the rivals you know?

I played all mainline games from Gen 6 to Gen 9 except for the Diamond/Pearl remakes, so we have the XY-Gang, Brendan, Hau, Gladion, the 3 Galar rivals and Nemona.

Obviously I am very biased and love Hau and Gladion the most out of the bunch, but when it comes to the ROLE of being an ACTUAL Rival, I'd say Nemona's the most competent out of the bunch. I like that she's already a Champion-class trainer when you start out and that she's just incredibly eager to watch you grow, sensing a worthy opponent in you. She's so obsessed with battles and your progress as a trainer that you can't tell if she's crushing on you or if she is just THAT obsessed with finally getting a rival on her skill-level.

Brendan I don't really have an opinion on, the XY-Gang I think we all agree on is the most forgettable set of rivals, but I don't hate them either. They're just there.

I know y'all gonna behead me for this but I'm not a huge fan of the Gen 8 rivals. Hop just makes me SAD. I wish they would've handled his story differently, because his decision to become a Professor in the end feels like a sad plan B rather than him actually discovering a PASSION for the profession, there was no build-up for it. He keeps losing battles and you feel sorry for him because YOU are the cause of him basically giving up his dream of becoming Champion. Him changing course to become a Professor doesn't feel like a happy conclusion and more like him having no other option but to give up his original goal.

Bede is a PIECE OF SHIT but in a GOOD WAY. But the most frustrating part about him is that he HAS an interesting story going on - but you're just not a part of that. SWSH constantly manages to make you feel like an NPC. You are not involved in the conflicts of the characters. Bede fucks up all on his own and pays the price and you're just kind of a bystander. His story keeps unfolding OFF-SCREEN and we just get to see tiny scraps of it and it made me SO FREAKING FRUSTRATED, you're not really a part of his story so you don't even feel like you're his rival at all! And lastly...Marnie. OOF...here we go...I'M SO SORRY YOU GUYS, BUT- Marnie is probably the most boring rival out of them all. There's just nothing to her. I CANNOT for the life of me understand why people love her so much. I've seen arguments of her having a "great storyline" but that's like saying "oh I REALLY enjoyed THIS particular crumb of salted cracker" that is the entire storyline of SWSH. It's paperthin. It holds NO substance. She wants to bring attention to her hometown, good for her. But her ambition didn't grab me, her popularity ingame surrounding Team Yell didn't really make sense to me and her highlight of her arc is...cheering for you. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOW Not to mention her outfit is just as much of a clash of concepts as her character. It's like they couldn't make up their mind if she should be the next cute Lillie in a sweet pink dress or the next edgy Gladion in a leather jacket, so they did BOTH but WITHOUT IT ACTUALLY BEING REFLECTED IN HER PERSONALITY or it being INTERESTING SHE'S JUST CUTE-LOOKING AND THAT'S IT THERE I SAID IT

Oh my god everybody's gonna hate me SO MUCH for this opinion oH GOD - I've been holding these thoughts in for TOO LONG, I HAVE to let them out now Like NO OFFENSE to anyone liking her - SWSH definitely has some of the best character designs in terms of trainers and despite having almost NOTHING to offer story-wise, these designs still managed to carry the entire generation somehow, even with the majority of characters showing little to no personality due to the poor writing. I think people are just attached to an IDEA of what she COULD have been rather than what she actually is ingame.

And the same goes for me with Guzma tbh because I'm more attached to the version I made up rather than what is actually reflected in the game LMAO I took the crumbs I got and RAN WITH THEM

[south-of-heaven]

Nikki bella x reader

Reader has always had a crush on Nikki but never thought she would have a chance because of age difference, Nikki being completely out of readers league and obvs John and Nikki being together

When John and Nikki split obviously she’s really upset and she goes to reader to comfort her, over time they grow closer and Nikki realises that she really likes reader, one day reader protects Nikki from one of her opponents and really hurts her self,Nikki realises then she need to tell reader and they both confess and have a cute little moment… 🥰

Feelings || Nikki Bella x Reader

Summary: You've had a crush on Nikki for ages. You've never made a move on her though. When her and John split she goes to you for comfort. Feelings come out.

A/N: Tried writing a longer fic. I really like how it came out but I probably won't be doing this super often. I just really thought this request deserved a longer story to really showcase the line of events.

You had carried a crush on Nikki Bella for as long as you could remember. She was not only stunningly beautiful, but her charisma and confidence were captivating. Unfortunately, you believed she was way out of your league. She was older than you, and her relationship with John Cena made it seem like an impossible dream.

Yet, your paths had crossed, and a friendship blossomed. You and Nikki had spent many evenings chatting, enjoying meals, and simply being there for each other. She was more than a wrestling superstar; she was a friend.

One day, news broke that Nikki and John had decided to end their engagement. It was a heartbreaking moment for Nikki, and she found herself in a place of vulnerability. She turned to you for support, and you readily opened your doors to her.

Over the weeks that followed, Nikki stayed with you in your apartment. You found yourself growing even closer as you provided her with a shoulder to cry on and a listening ear for her thoughts and emotions.

Late one evening, as you both sat on the couch, a comfortable silence filled the room. Nikki turned to you, her eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude and something more.

"Thank you for being here for me during this, it means so much," she said sincerely.

You smiled and reached for her hand. "Of course, Nikki. You're my friend, and I'm here for you no matter what."

Nikki had found solace and comfort in your company during a difficult period in her life, and a deep bond had formed between you. As days turned into weeks, and those weeks into months, it became increasingly apparent that the feelings you both shared ran deeper than friendship.

A few days later

The energy in the arena was electric as you and Nikki stepped into the ring. The crowd roared with anticipation as you prepared to face your opponents. You and Nikki had been a tag team for a while now, and you had developed a strong bond, both inside and outside the ring.

As the match began, you and Nikki showcased your teamwork, dominating your opponents with precision and style. The crowd cheered for your every move, and it was clear that you were the fan favorites.

However, as the match progressed, things took an unexpected turn. One of your opponents delivered a powerful blow, sending you sprawling across the canvas. Your body ached, and for a moment, you felt disoriented. The audience gasped in shock as they witnessed the impact.

Before you could regain your bearings, you saw Nikki rush to your side. Her face was a mix of concern and determination as she protected you from further harm. In that moment, the ring didn't matter, the crowd didn't matter—only you and Nikki were in focus.

Nikki's actions were swift and instinctive. She shielded you from the next attack, taking the full force of a move meant for you. The pain etched across her face was palpable, but she had managed to save you from further harm.

The crowd's cheers shifted from excitement to worry as they watched Nikki struggle with the pain of her injury. The referee and medical staff rushed into the ring to assist her.

You felt a wave of guilt wash over you, knowing that if Nikki hadn't protected you, you would be the one injured. You moved to her side, and your voice was a whisper among the shouts and gasps of the audience. "Nikki, are you okay?"

Nikki winced, but she managed a reassuring smile, though it was tainted with pain. "I'll be okay, don't worry," she whispered back. Her eyes conveyed a depth of affection and concern that words could not express.

The medical team helped Nikki out of the ring, and the audience gave her a standing ovation for her heroic act. You couldn't help but be amazed at her selflessness and her willingness to protect you at all costs.

As the match continued without Nikki, you were more determined than ever to finish what you had started together. Every move, every hold, every slam was dedicated to her. The energy of the crowd was channeled into your performance, and you managed to secure the victory for your team.

After the match, you hurried backstage to find Nikki. You discovered her in the medical area, getting treatment for her injuries. You approached her with a heavy heart.

"Nikki, I'm so sorry," you began, your voice filled with guilt.

She looked up at you, her expression softening. "Don't be, [Your Name]. I'd do anything to protect you. That's what partners do."

You reached out and took her hand. "Thank you, Nikki. You're amazing."

She smiled, a touch of pain still in her eyes. "And so are you."

As you sat there with Nikki, watching the medical staff work on her injuries, you couldn't help but be grateful for the incredible partner and friend you had in her. Nikki's selflessness had not only protected you in the ring but had also revealed the depth of her character and her love for you. It was a love and a bond that could withstand even the most challenging moments in and out of the squared circle.

The room fell into a comfortable silence, and Nikki took a deep breath, her voice steady as she confessed, "You know, being with you these past months has made me realize something important."

You turned to her, your eyes locked onto hers, curiosity evident in your expression. "What's that, Nikki?"

She hesitated for just a moment before continuing, "I've come to see that my feelings for you run far deeper than just friendship."

Your heart quickened, and a wave of emotions coursed through you. Could it be possible that the feelings you held for Nikki were reciprocated? Your silence prompted her to speak further.

"Nikki, I..." you began, but she gently placed her finger over your lips, silencing you.

"Let me finish," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "I've kept this to myself for too long, and I can't keep hiding my feelings. What if something terrible happens? I don't want to have any regrets."

Nikki's eyes held a mixture of hope and vulnerability, a vulnerability that mirrored your own feelings.

A tear slipped from your eye as you whispered, "Nikki, I...I've been feeling the same way."

Her eyes widened in surprise and delight. "You have?"

You nodded, and in that moment, the distance between you disappeared. Nikki leaned in, closing the gap between your lips, and the world seemed to fade away as you shared a sweet and tender kiss.

The warmth of her touch, the softness of her lips, and the depth of her emotions conveyed more than words ever could. In that brief yet intense moment, you both understood the depth of your feelings for one another.

Breaking the kiss, Nikki cradled your face gently, her eyes locked onto yours. "I'm so glad I didn't wait any longer to tell you," she admitted.

Your heart swelled with affection, and you replied, "Me too, Nikki."

From that day forward, your relationship with Nikki blossomed into something truly extraordinary. It was a love that had been forged through shared experiences, vulnerability, and, most importantly, the courage to embrace your feelings and share them with one another.

[princessbettina]

Dance with The Stars-Stardust x Fem!Reader

(Summary-Getting to tag with the newly formed tag team P.C.B. aka Paige, Charlotte Flair, and Becky Lynch, has you up for plenty of fun and wild adventures. One night, PCB and you have an exciting and thrilling match against both the Bella Twins and Alicia Fox.

That’s where everyone slowly discovers your crush on Stardust (he suddenly interrupts during the match as one of the Bella twins try to be sneaky and cost you the win) until Stardust saves you and distracts your opponents as you get the win. Afterward, you find yourself in a surprising offer from the one who’s from the 5th dimension.

Warnings: None-This story takes place back in the year 2015 as that was when Stardust was still around, as was PCB in tag team form. Kind of a long story but I think it's worth the read :)

Divider Credit: saradika on Tumblr

After you got the offer to team up with Paige, Charlotte, and Becky, you knew your life would change in a good way. You had been a part of the company for a few years now and have been having everyone have their eyes on you when you made your entrance each night, including Paige. You and her became really great friends the moment you two were signed by the wwe around the same time. She was like your partner in crime.

One night on Raw, you were called by your closest friend Paige, as she wanted to put your skills to the test and take down the Bella Twins along with Charlotte Flair and Becky Lynch. The more help on her team, the better. You instantly accepted Paige's invitation, and it was made official.

"This just in, this has been made official by Stephanie McMahon moments ago. We are set to see PCB alongside Y/n in a tag match against the Bella Twins and Alicia Fox later tonight." Said Michael Cole as he spoke on commentary for those watching on television at home. You were ready.

You never teamed up with Charlotte or Becky before, but you enjoyed watching them in the ring plenty of times before and grew to be friends with them outside the ring, right next to Paige. Trust and loyalty grew and radiated between the four of you as you all stretched and waited backstage, talking amongst each other and watching the other matches on the TV screen that was next to you.

"We got this, ladies! We're going to take down those troll doll twins once and for all! " Paige exclaimed as you nodded and smiled. Charlotte and Becky squealed and clapped their hands which caused you all to laugh softly.

"Paigie Mack is right! We'll beat them so fast, they won't know what hit them!" Becky cheered as Charlotte laughed more and woohed like usual, again causing you all to laugh more.

Moments later, you glance away from the group for a moment, and as you turn your head to the side, you gasp softly to yourself as you begin to feel the blushing beating on your cheeks. Paige was quick to notice your sudden mood changes.

"Y/n? Baby girl, what's the matter? " Paige asked you calmly, gently resting her hand atop of your shoulder. Calmly collecting your thoughts and taking deep breaths, you turned your head back to face Paige and the others before smiling a blushy smile.

You glanced up at Paige and whispered towards her, hoping only she would hear and no one else. "Stardust just walked by a few minutes ago."

Paige widened her eyes and looked up and saw that Stardust was walking through the hallway and passed you and your gal pals. "Yeah, you're right, he's right down the hall now. Aiming for gorilla."

Or so she thought that's where he was going. Moments later, Stardust was seen walking back in the same direction where he came before moments ago in the same hallway. "Wait, Y/n! Do you have a crush on Stardust or something? " Paige questioned, a sly smile appeared on her face.

You continued to blush and then widen your eyes, playing it off and pretending that what she said wasn't true. Gently covering her mouth with your hand, the two of you laughed.

Somehow, both Charlotte and Becky heard about your little crush on the guy who wants everyone to forget about that so-called 'Cody Rhodes' fella and who literally hisses at almost everyone he comes into contact with.

"So, you have a thing for Stardust, don't ya, Y/n? " Becky asked, curiosity rolling off of her tongue. You widened your eyes again as you began to blush even more. You playfully denied what Becky said.

"Whaaat? No, I don't. You girls are so silly." You chirped, giggling nervously as you hid your face in your hair.

"I think you and Stardust would be so cute together, Y/n! " Charlotte said with a wink your way. Both her and Becky nodded in agreement. Soft giggles escaped from their lips.

"I ship it already! " Charlotte chirped quickly once more. You shook your head and took a breath.

You thought you were in the clear as you composed yourself and began to stand tall. That's when you stretched out your arms for a few minutes, as did the other three girls too.

Paige saw something that you didn't. She gently rested her hand on your shoulder and quickly whispered, "Girlfriend, here comes Stardust, five o'clock! "

Your eyes grew big, and it felt as if your breath was sucked out from inside you when you shot your head up and immediately saw Stardust walking towards you.

"Keep calm,Y/n," whispered Charlotte before she giggled softly with Becky. Paige bit her lip from anticipation as she watched Stardust walk up to you.

What was Stardust doing here?

"Greetings, Y/n. We finally meet each other at last." Stardust greeted you softly, that iconic smirk glowing on his face, causing your face to burn from blushing much harder now.

All you could do was smile back at him, your face almost as red as a tomato at this point. You couldn't wrap your mind around the fact that your crush was standing right in front of you and talking to you. "H-hi Stardust. "

Stardust found it cute how speechless you were. He smiled brightly at you before looking you up and down, starting from your feet all the way up to your face. Seeing that instantly made you flush that you felt like your face was on fire.

Who knew that one look, one stare even, could make you act wild?

Yeah, you knew it was for him to act mysteriously and flirty, but you never expected for him to do an act like that, especially for anyone he's rarely talked to.

"Wish we had more time to talk. I'm aware that you have a tag match soon. I've seen you around here and I must say that I've enjoyed seeing what you can do. I personally would like to get to know you better if you want to as well." Stardust said with a flirty smile.

You could instantly feel the smirks off of the faces of your team members in Paige, Charlotte, and Becky as they continued to stand by the both of you.

"I would be honored. It's a deal, Stardust!" You replied quickly as the smile on your face grew. He smirked and nodded his head at your response. The both of you wanted to keep this interaction going more, but it was Paige who snapped you out of your little love fit your mind was having.

Paige gently tapped your shoulder. You whipped your head around to face her for a moment. "Come on, babygirl! Our match is on next. We have to go now, bye Starboy!" Said Paige, as she waved quickly to the man and then motioned her arm to you, as both Charlotte and Becky began to walk towards gorilla.

Stardust playfully rolled his eyes as his smirk continued. He then made that tongue clicking sound softly, indicating that he didn't want you to leave so soon. "The name's Stardust, not that odd fella Starboy you speak of. "

You couldn't help but giggle at Stardust's remark. You smiled at him as you waved at him. "Sorry about her. I'll see you later, I promise."

Stardust liked the sound of everything that you said. You practically saw the smirk on his face grow by the minute. He was speechless as he quietly admired your beauty and glow.

All that the man that dances with the stars did next was simply nod as his smile continued.

You took a few steps forward and then looked back at Stardust briefly. You softly smile and then wave at him once more.

"Bye." You whispered with a smile before turning your back around and catching up with your friends in PCB.

You didn't see the wave that Stardust did as he continued to watch you exit and walk off in the distance.

He knew what he wanted to do next...

Your match against the Bella Twins and Alicia Fox had been underway. You and your team were dominant from the start, which was surprising because everyone thought of you to be the underdog. This dominance coming from you was one way to win over the crowd.

Seconds later, it was the Bella twins who decided to be sneaky and cause a distraction on you when they used what they like to call, 'Twin Magic'-where the legal tagged person switches places with their twin by hiding from the ref, not getting caught.

Charlotte and Becky were busy taking down Alicia in the far corner of the ring on the right, as Paige was laying on the ground outside the ring by one of the barricades after being taken out by the Bella Twins before they started with Twin Magic.

You stood in the middle of the ring momentarily, confused as what to do next. You wanted to help both of your team members, but your attention was quickly on the outside of the ring in front of you. You knew that the Bella Twins were up to no good, and you had to put a stop to them and fast.

You raised an eyebrow as you got closer to them. The second you got even closer to them and stepped out of the ring ropes was when Nikki switched places with Brie by sliding under the ring, hiding as Brie began to grab hold of you.

Catching you off guard momentarily as she grabbed the base of your neck and almost began to throw you into the ring steps. Brie's plan was cut short when all of a sudden, Stardust's music began to play.

The crowd cheered as it seemed as though Brie had seen a ghost. Stardust immediately ran down the ramp as Brie continued to hold onto you before throwing you right in front of Stardust when he was a few feet in front of her.

Thankfully, what Brie did didn't cause any injuries to you and Stardust. He quickly kept you up by maintaining his balance, along with your own, his hands snaked around your shoulder and then to your waist as he smirked at Brie, who backed away from the two of you.

Her hands up in surrender as she then stopped walking when it was Paige who began to throw hits on her from behind the moment Brie turned around.

You, on the other hand, began to stand up straight again and finally caught your breath. Stardust never left your side. His arm was still around your shoulder. You slowly turned your head to face him and saw him flirtatiously smirking back at you, causing you to smile and blush.

"Hello, beautiful." Stardust chirped, winking your way. Causing you to giggle and cover your mouth with your hand as a way to relax your nerves, being that close to and with your crush was a big deal.

The only thing you could do was smile up at him and move the strand of hair away from your face before Stardust took control of that, gently replacing your hand with his.

Seconds later, you and Stardust watched as Paige tossed Brie into the ring as then Nikki came back into the frame and helped her sister from getting pinned by Paige. Nikki was the legal competitor in the match, after all.

Comforting Brie for moment was what Nikki did before Charlotte came back into the frame too, hitting Nikki with a boot to her face as soon as she stood on her feet, causing her to fall down on the mat.

Quickly, Charlotte went for the pin on Nikki as the crowd chanted, "One... two... three!" The sound of the bell ringing afterward had indicated that you and your team won.

The ref raised up Charlotte's hand in victory as Paige, Becky, and yourself quickly joined her in ring. Before, though, you quickly told Stardust that you'll be right back as you then slid into the ring with your teammates. Sharing hugs and squeals together, celebrating your well-earned victory.

"Here are your winners, Charlotte, Paige, Becky, and Y/n!" One of the ring announcers announced, the crowd continued to cheer and clap for you and your team.

"We did it! I'm so proud of us, ladies!" Paige squealed between hugs with the three of you. Both Charlotte and Becky mentioned how proud and happy they were of you and of the win. "Way to go, Y/n! You're one tough and spicy lass, you are!" Becky said with a giggle and a wink.

You laughed softly and playfully shook your head. "Awesome job, Champ! Paige made the right decision on bringing you on board with us. I think you could be the next member of PCB." Charlotte said to you with a bright smile.

Everything that you were hearing made you overwhelmed with happiness. You actually became speechless. You thanked all three girls for their extremely nice words. Paige turned to look at you with a smile and whispered,

"You proved that you can truly take down anyone, Y/n. As your bestie, I officially welcome and invite you to be a member of PCB anytime. We can all count on each other."

Tears began to fill up in your eyes. Happy tears at that. You nodded your head and gave Paige another hug as she hugged you back. "Thank you, Paigie! You're amazing, and I love you!" You whispered to her as the smile on her face and yours grew. Charlotte and Becky joined the hug as it became a group hug and then tapped your shoulders afterwards.

Paige noticed that Stardust was still standing outside of the ring. She knew that he probably had something planned for you. "Babygirl, Y/n! Stardust never left, he's right over there." Whispered Paige as turned you around and motioned her hand in his direction.

There he was, standing in the same spot that he was when he saved you from Brie. Only this time he was making it seem like he was 'hiding' behind the ring rope pole. As soon as you made eye contact with him was when he peeked through and came out of hiding again, hissing at Paige, which she didn't quite understand why but just laughed. "What is he doin'? Anyways, I'll leave you to figure him out. See you later, darling. Good luck!" She waved and giggled before exiting the ring as Charlotte and Becky followed behind her.

Stardust stepped up onto the ring steps and entered the ring before pausing in his tracks and bringing both his hands to his face, making that iconic star symbol on his gloves. Watching this happen right in front of you caused you to giggle and smirk playfully the more you watched.

Stardust then quickly removed both his hands away from his face, and smirked directly at you, causing you to blush once more. Moments later, the two of you found each other both listening to the crowd and smirking at them briefly before looking back at one another, signalling that you both were thinking the same thing somehow.

Without hesitation, Stardust held out his hand towards you. This gesture only meant one thing to you and you were beaming with excitement. "How's about you become my beautiful sidekick? Partner if you will where together we can dance with the stars and rule this wrestling galaxy as one?" He asked curiously,smirking your way.

You widened your eyes for a moment before grinning ear to ear. You then chuckled softly and found yourself connecting your hand with Stardust's, causing the crowd to cheer. You officially were on board with your crush, and that made you so happy.

You couldn't wait to see what adventures Stardust and yourself would get into. You hoped it started now.

-The End <3

I hope you enjoyed my first Stardust story. I know, I know Stardust isn't around and not a thing anymore, but as a new Cody Rhodes fan, I really enjoy watching old clips and stuff of Stardust back then, he was really an enjoyable and fun character. He will always have a special place in my heart &lt;3 I'll see you in the next one <3

[maryannecrimsworth]

Fly Away

Masterlist

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Winged! Female! Reader

Summary(Request): Wednesday rejecting Reader's love confession because of being too busy with her investigation, but after Crackstone, her 2nd year in Nevermore was boring until she finds out about reader's secret wings, which captivates her, so she starts noticing her more and more until she ends up falling for her, but R now has a boyfriend.

Warnings: Angst, of course; rejection; that's pretty much it

X

When she first arrived at Nevermore, Wednesday was like a hurricane: no one could dare to approach her, no one could help but watch her. Xavier Thorpe was obsessed, Bianca Barclay was envious, and the rest of school loved to see the tension and troubles that followed the Addams.

Perhaps Enid and you were the only exceptions, you two tried to help her to fit in.

Enid was blissful when Wednesday finally accepted to participate in the Poe Cup. You couldn't dare to be part of it — you valued your life too much to be opponents with Enid — but you cheered and shouted for their team like you're a member yourself.

And they won — Enid spent the last days celebrating the win and focusing on getting Ajax attention. You let her be, it would be useless to follow her around right now.

You had other goals. The main one: be true to yourself, finally. That means going after Wednesday and telling her the truth that's been haunting you.

You felt something about her — no matter how creepy and rude she was when you first met.

She was confident and weird, determined and smart.

You couldn't help but have a crush on her. And you had the impression that, if you were able to know her better, something great could come up between the two of you. Maybe even...A date.

You smiled to yourself as you walked through the corridor. You could hear Wednesday talking to Thing from inside her room. Your wings trembled with excitement.

The vest started scratching your back, but you went on and knocked on her door.

You were shaking, and so were the limbs that made you fly, but you controlled yourself – you smiled even brighter and waited for Wednesday to open the door.

For your discontent, it was Thing who opened it.

— Hi. — you walked past him, trying to reach the Addams girl. She was looking at a very creepy board. There were photos of limbs, victims and locations on it. She was investigating. — Can we talk? It'll be very quick.

— Enid isn't here. Go gossip somewhere else.

— I came to talk to you, actually.

— What do you want? — Her eyes didn't move from the board, but you kept stepping closer.

— I want to ask you out. — Wednesday didn't react. You tried again. — I like you, and I think we'd have a great time if we went out on a date.

– No. – she didn't even look at you. – I don't have time for this.

— It's okay, we can do it next week.

— No. — she finally turned to you. Her voice was sharper and colder than usual. — Let me alone.

You widened at her. You heard Thing tipping behind you, probably telling Wednesday off.

– I won't change my mind. — you weren't sure if she was talking to Thing or you. — Go away.

Okay, you had to admit: you were ready for the worst. Only God Himself knew how Wednesday Addams was going to react to an ask like that but....it was worse than anything you could've ever imagined.

It was totally cold and firm — like you weren't even worth a shot or a proper look from her.

— Wow. — you spoke to yourself, nearly laughing from the situation you've got yourself in. — Ok. Bye.

You stormed out the room, your back now was trembling as if you were in pain, your wings were out of control.

Running from Ophelia Hall was not enough.

You ripped your vest out and flew away from Nevermore.

You flew until you could swallow the pain you felt for being treated like that.

X

A part of Wednesday still hated Nevermore. Even though she had a great impression with all the lies, murderers and dangers, it was still a high school. It was still filled with boring, stupid teenagers that, somehow, make themselves even more ridiculous than normies.

Only a Fur would use their power to be famous on Tik Tok — and many others meaningless, superficial hobbies all the students seemed to have.

Sometimes, Wednesday thought about herself as the only being worth attention and conversation in that place.

She stayed with Eugene as much as she could but sometimes even the boy wanted to gossip.

It was gross. The whole quad and the whole cliques of that school were gross and ridiculous.

She was deadly bored. She was considering attacking someone just to see something happening.

That's when she decided to visit Jericho's cemetery.

She was either going to scary or attack the grave digger, she wasn't quite sure yet.

Wednesday knew that, right now, her last resort for some distraction was the local graveyard.

The Addams girl was walking through the dark, hiding in the shadows like if she belonged to them, heading towards the middle of the yard. From there, she could have a great view and find someone to scary.

She was nearly there when she heard a scream — and it was not because of her.

Her body boiled with anger, her mind spinned with curiosity.

She ran after the noise only to see a group of teenagers crying, praying, and running for their lives.

She smiled at the view, and, seconds later, a glorious laughter destroyed the silence of the cemetery.

Wednesday's eyes followed the sound and they met with a statue — a Silhouette of a angel, with moving wings and a sword.

Now, however, the sword was laying on the floor and the wings were stretching alongside the laughter.

Wednesday stepped closer and finally saw: it was you, grinning and enjoying yourself under the moonlight. In a cemetery.

She couldn't dare to interrupt your contagious joy, watching you was enough to give her a pleasure she hasn't felt in months.

And, from that day on, she started to follow you.

X

You were problematic, and you were funny. You knew how to gossip and you knew how to behave properly.

You were straightforward, sometimes even blunt, and you were honest, always.

Most of all, you were loyal.

No wonder why Enid and so many others were friends with you — you were the perfect partner for anything.

Instantly, Wednesday remembered how you were willing to take her as your companion, how you deliberately asked to be with her, nearly a year ago.

And she denied.

She denied any intimacy she now could have with the only being who did not aggravate her violent urges.

You were the chaos she now needed in a sea of boredom.

And Wednesday decided she would accept — even after a year — your request.

She would go out with you.

She had to — after watching you for several months, the only choice she now had was to talk to you. She wanted to know if you were as clever and fun at conversation as you were at scaring people in the cemetery.

Wednesday was looking for you in the quad when a tall boy approached you. Approached you too much.

And he kisses you.

Her stomach churned up violently, her blood boiled as she observed the most grotesque scene she has ever seen.

How could you be with...him?

How?

Suddenly, all your behavior seemed unpredictable and confusing. Dating him was something the Addams would never expect — not after studying you so keenly.

She did not have an answer for this.

So she decided to ask you yourself.

You were stretching your wings at the balcony of your room when a click came from the window. You didn't mind turning around.

If you felt you were in danger, you could simply fly away.

But you sensed something was off when no other sound came closer.

— You need something? 

— Yes, I do. — Her cold voice made you flinch. For a second, you thought you had just heard the voice of a ghost, but it was only her. She did seem as pale as an fantasmagorical being, yet her shining, gorgeous eyes proved she was pretty alive. 

This has already given you shivers – her gaze – now, however, you felt nothing for her. 

You haven’t spoken for a year, and you haven’t thought about her for months.

You moved on. 

— Hi, Wednesday. — You tried to collect yourself from the scare. — Long time no see. 

— I need to tell you something. — Wednesday said.

She was serious. As serious and focused as she was when she turned you down without second thought. 

— Go on. 

— I believe a mistake has been made — she started. — you are associating with the wrong people.

You couldn’t hold your urge to laugh. With a debauched grin, you asked: 

— Is that so? 

— Yes. — she hissed. — You deserve to be with odd people. As odd as you. Not with stereotyped simpletons. 

— Excuse me?

— Be with me. — she stepped ahead, getting closer to you. — We can be extraordinary together. 

— What are you even talking about? — your voice grew louder, and your wings spread wide, flapping around your body. — There is no “we”, there never was. 

— And this is a mistake. — she moved closer again, now only inches away from you. — Leave him. You deserve better. 

You laughed at her again. 

— Let me guess — you leaned over her — I deserve someone like you?

— Yes. — Her voice broke as your eyes fell to her lips. — Precisely.

— “Precisely.” — you burst into laughter. There were tears running down your blushed face when you finally were able to regain your breath and speak again. — Oh, beautiful, when will you realize? 

Wednesday could feel your hot breath touching her face, but your voice was completely cold.

— Only monsters deserve someone as narcissistic as you.

The Addams widened at your words, and she felt her heart skip a beat as you stepped away. 

Salty, icy tears fell from her eyes when you left her on the balcony, flying away without looking back. 

She doesn’t deserve you.

[howlingday]

STINGER

Previously

"I can't believe I got to meet her~!" Ilia giggled to herself as she shut her locker door. Mere hours ago, she was saved by her personal hero, the red-petaled superhero of Vale... "The Red Streak herself~!"

She began to daydream that moment. Her shining silver eyes, her beautiful smile, and the way she spoke with a mixture of kindness and authority. She sighed contently at the thought of being in her arms again... until she suddenly shook her head and clapped her hands over her cheeks.

"Get ahold of yourself, Amitola! You heard the hero!" With a determined look on her face, she glared to the ceiling. "You're the eyes and ears of the Red Hero~!"

"Is that what you're calling yourself now?"

Ilia flinched and kept her head down. Taking a deep breath, she calmed herself and looked to Magnolia Daze, local bully and round-the-clock jerk. The only saving grace Ilia had with her was that she didn't know Ilia was a Faunus.

"Hello, Magnolia."

"Oh, don't be like that, Illy~!" The tormentor said with the sweetness of a serpent. "You better be ready at fencing practice today, or else Weiss is going to wipe the floor with you." A wide grin then plastered over her face. "And who knows, maybe that dumb hero crush of yours might actually ask you out~!" She laughed until Ilia slammed her against the lockers.

"SHE'S NOT DUMB! SHE'S A HERO! CALL HER A DUMB AGAIN AND I SWEAR I WILL-"

"Remnant to Amitola~!" Ilia blinked, suddenly reminded of where she was. Feeling heat rise to her cheeks, she swiftly turned away and ran to her next class. If she could duck into the bathroom, she could catch a breather in time before class started. Until then, all she had to do was smile.

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"Arret!" Professor Port called. He then began to clap, leading the girls in a room-filled applause. "Well done, Miss Amitola! You've clearly been practicing your steps; despite how little you step out of uniform."

"Oh, um, thank you, Professor Port." Ilia replied sheepishly.

"Ah, ah~!" He wagged a meaty finger. "Mare see boat coo!"

"M-Merci beaucoup." Ilia said.

"It's not often that I am bested." Weiss Schnee, team captain and richest girl in school, crossed the mat to reach her opponent. "Congratulations."

"Oh, um, thank you so much, Miss Schnee."

"Hm?" Weiss pursed her lips. "What did you say? I can't hear you through that mask."

"O-Oh, right... Sorry." Ilia took off her mask, earning a resounding reply of murmurs and gasps.

"Her face!"

"Is she a Faunus?"

"That explains so much!"

"Wha-" Ilia looked to her mask, catching spattered glimpses of her worst fears. Her face, though normal, was marred by splotches of pink and red, then her whole face turning bone white with pink blots. Before she could explain herself, she ran out of the room, hurrying down the halls before ducking into the closest bathroom. Inside, she took deep breaths to calm herself down, looking to the mirror to force a smile on her face.

"I think she went this way!"

Ilia's heart raced and jumped into the closest stall in her panic. Her panting grew so loud that she had to cover her mouth to silence herself. As her arms crunched from folding in, she then realized she was still in her fencing uniform.

"Is she in here?"

"Maybe... What do you think, Mags?"

"I'll check in here." Magnolia answered. "The rest of you look around outside and upstairs. When you find her, call me." Her voice then spoke with hellish intent. "I want to be there when we teach her a lesson for lying to her team."

The floor squeaked as the rest of the girls left. Ilia had her legs tucked up to the toilet seat, but it was clear she was found when she heard the knocking on her stall door. A giggle came from the other side, and the voice that followed turned her blood to ice.

"I'll let you go this time, you little creep." Tiles squeaked as she turned away. "But the next time I see you, you're dead."

The steps grew softer and softer until there Ilia couldn't hear anything. She carefully snuck out of the stall, noting how loud her shoes were on the tile floor when she was moving so slow. She hugged the wall looking left and right before walking outside the bathroom.

SPLOOSH!

A huge wave of water splashed over Ilia as she was suddenly made blind and soaked head to toe, making the uniform stick to her skin. As her vision cleared, she heard a whistle blow right her ear and the roar of laughter all around her. Every girl from the team was there, mocking her, laughing at her. Hands reached for her, but Ilia swatted and pushed them away before she ran upstairs.

"GET HER!"

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"Stupid robbers." Ruby grumbled. "Hey, I got a great idea, let's rob this convenience store so close to the school! Nobody will notice and there's no way the police will get involved~!" Shutting her locker door while mocking the dumb goons who got her put into remedial classes, Ruby gave a sigh and hefted her backpack onto her shoulder a little more. It wasn't slipping, she just felt like doing it.

Dad and Yang were furious at her slipping grades, and getting caught outside while said grades were slipping didn't make her look any better in their eyes. Ruby's sudden tardiness and poor test scores didn't make sense when she spent every night studying in her room, though, in her defense, it wasn't really her, but a dummy she set up so she could keep being the greatest superhero of all time!

The Red Streak!

Or that's what people were calling her nowadays. It seemed like every news company had their own name for Vale's latest vigilante hero, and whoever was selling the best story used what they thought was the best name. Lisa Lavender of "Valiant Today" and her recent effort in her campaign to slander Ruby's good deeds resulted in more than half of Vale referring to their beloved hero as something that you should see a doctor after finding while sitting on the toilet.

Just as she was about to leave, though, she heard something weird down the hall. Following the sound, she heard squeaking and panting followed a young girl climbing up the stairs. Instead of stopping, the soaked young lady continued up the next flight of stairs. Quickly grabbing a spare towel from her backpack, Ruby swabbed up the floor before flicking it down the hallway.

"Where is she?!" Called one of the girls from the fencing team.

"She went that way!" Ruby called, pointing down towards where she flicked her now stuffed away towel. "Ah, p-please don't hurt me!"

The girls ran past her as Ruby ran downstairs. Once past the angry mob, Ruby hopped out the nearest window before flying up to the roof. Once there, she opened her backpack... and groaned.

"Ugh, great. Wet costume." Rain began to patter down from above, causing her to sigh. "Well, at least it can't get wetter."

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Ilia made it to the roof, unaware of Ruby's actions to aid in her escape, still certain that the mob of angry club members would be not far behind. Looking for a place to hide, she spots a gated fence much taller than herself and climbed over. In her hurry, she failed to notice the "UNDER REPAIRS" sign she knocked over as she climbed.

Ilia began taking deep breaths, panting as she realized she'd just caged herself inside of the school generator. Part of her was grateful that the generator was down for repairs, but the rest of her was still terrified of the idea that it was only a matter of time before someone found her, even more so that it was Magnolia or one of her cronies. She reached for the gate when she heard voices.

"Is she up here?"

"The door was unlocked, so it must've been her."

"Looking for someone~?" An angelic voice said. Ilia peered through the thin openings of the covered fence, finding her hero standing in the rain as gray clouds continued to gather above. "You do realize the roof is off limits to students, right?"

"We're just looking for someone." Magnolia said as innocently as she could.

"Uh huh, and would that happen to be the same young lady running upstairs, crying?"

"Oh, did you see her?" Magnolia gave a smile. "We were just looking for her so we could help her!"

"I think you've done enough help, Magnolia." The Red Streak sneered. How did she know her name?! "And before you ask, I know enough about you, like how you like to bully underclassmen. Especially if they're not human."

Meanwhile, away from the group, the school custodian comes up from the other side of the roof. He's gotten so used to telling teens to get off the roof that he decided tonight he'd just leave them be. Especially since he didn't want to get involved in whatever superhero nonsense was going on over on the other side. The only thing he cared about right now was testing the generator, so long as the "UNDER REPAIRS" sign wasn't there. Which it wasn't, so as he popped on his headphones, the custodian went on about his work.

Finally gaining her nerve, Ilia climbs the fence and calls out. "RED STREAK! HELP ME!"

"Ilia?!" Magnolia looks over, surprised by the sudden outburst.

Thunder crashed and Ilia felt back onto the generator in fear. She watched her hero jump inside to help her, looking her over before tugging. Ilia whimpered and shouted as her uniform and arm were caught in an open compartment of the generator. The two then stopped and Ilia looked into her hero's silver eyes.

"I'll be back! I promise!"

"Wait! Wait, no, don't leave me!" But she did leave her. Ilia was then abandoned by her beloved hero, who dashed into the air.

On the fence behind Ilia, The Red Streak found the custodian and shouted at him, to no avail. She then jumped over and shouted as she grabbed the older man. He took off his headphones and was told everything that was happening. All the while, Ilia struggled to free herself from her trapping.

"Somebody get the gate open!"

"Go get Professor Port!"

"Hold on, Ilia!"

Cries and clamors came from outside Ilia's deadly cage, but they did little to reassure the scared girl that her best interests were ever considered. If Ilia was saved, then what? Her secret was out and the whole school probably would learn by now. Tears fell from her eyes as she tried to remember the words of her parents. The same words that would calm her fears when her father and mother were alive.

"Show them how you smile." Ilia, through her sobs, spread her lips to grin the biggest grin she could. She had to show the world that she wasn't scared. That she wasn't hurt. That no matter what the world took from her, she would always have her smile.

"I knew Weiss Schnee was right about her." Magnolia said through the clamor. Ilia's smile ached.

"What is going on up here?!" Professor Port called. The girls clamored to tell him, but he waved his arms to hush them. "Enough! You can tell me everything downstairs, where it's safe! Go!"

"But Ilia-"

"Will be found next! Now move!" He then called over. "And you! What are you doing over there?!"

"It's okay!" The Red Streak called back. "Crisis averted! Hey, could you help me get Ilia out of the generator?"

"SHE'S WHERE?!" Professor Port burly moustache nearly flew off as he heard this. "GET THIS GATE OPEN NOW!"

The rain began to pick up and the cloud had gone from gray to black. The Red Streak hopped on the fence, looking down with a grin at Ilia. "Good to see you're in such a good mood. Don't worry. We'll get you out of there soon. You'll be okay." The Red Streak hopped down. "I prom-"

There was a bright flash. There was a searing pain. And then there was nothing but a long quiet.

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There was a long screech. Ruby stood there, stricken dumb by the tragedy that had just happened before her eyes. For the first time ever, she'd failed to protect somebody who was in trouble. Her face suddenly felt hot and she ran for her backpack on top of the roof entrance. Grabbing it, she jumped down and flew home as hot tears fell from her face.

Halfway home, she stopped on another rooftop and fell to her knees. Digging her fingers into the gravel beneath her, she shuddered and let her tears fall into the ground. She felt sick, like she was about to throw up. It wasn't until she heard a buzz on her scroll that she would be distracted by these thoughts.

Hey. It's raining cats and dogs out there.

A picture of Yang came through where she was holding their corgi, Zwei, in the air. It made Ruby smile a little.

Or at least just dogs. You on your way home?

Ruby sniffled and began to text. She couldn't tell them everything, but she could at least tell them something.

There was an accident at the school. Can you meet me halfway?

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"Tragic news tonight, ladies and gentlemen." Lisa Lavender said over the radio. "A student had passed away due to an accident at Vale High School. Out of respect for the deceased, we will refrain from giving too much information, but from what information we have gathered, the vigilante known as The Red Streak was on the site and was likely involved in the death of this innocent life, and though she may not have been involved, she likely did nothing to sto-"

"Hey! I was listening to that."

"I don't want to hear it anymore." Ruby said, walking away from the radio she turned off. Yang stood up to grab her sister, but was stopped by their father, who shook his head. Sitting back down, Yang groaned as Ruby continued shuffling to her room.

"Sweetie, are you sure you're okay?" Dad asked. The door slammed in response. There was a muffled scream from inside Ruby's door, followed by the sound of pounding on the floor inside. He sighed. "She must have been someone close to her. Did you know her, Yang?"

"Not really." Yang said. "I heard she was living with her aunt because her parents died in a mining accident."

"That's so sad." He sighed. "I don't know what I'd do if I lost you girls. Either of you."

"I know what I'd do."

"Yang..."

"I'd party it up in here every night~!" Yang then saw her father give her his signature 'knock it off' look. She then chuckled and sat down. "Uh, after grieving, of course."

"Well, I hope you can scrub as fast as your mouth because you're on dishes duty tonight."

"What?! No fair! Ruby's supposed to do the dishes!"

"Well, she's obviously not feeling up to it, so you better hop to it, Miss Party Girl!"

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Vale City has a problem. A very dirty problem. Underneath the shining utopia it appears to be, there was a lot of fundamental issues wrong with the way things were run. One such issue was how much lien flowed to what services.

For example, lien used to hire bodyguards for celebrities, politicians, and reputable businessmen came in aplenty. Lien used to provide funding for police officers, emergency services, and cases that may require funerary movement were sparse at best. Important figures in Vale like representatives of Jacques Schnee and Roman Torchwick had plenty of lien to spare while hardworking members of the community like Headmistress Glynda Goodwitch of Beacon University and Headmaster Taiyang Xiao Long of Vale High School continued to struggle to earn reasonable funding for their respective schools.

Everyone knew this, including the dead.

Especially the dead.

Ilia tries to scream, but her lungs felt like they were on fire. Thrashing against her binds in the dark, struggling against the sheet covering her face, she falls to the floor, gasping for air. Reaching out, blind in the dark room, she breaks free of her cocoon and emerges, the cold air biting against her skin. Her nerve endings completely uncovered and partially fried, every sensation she felt was pure agony.

Blind and stumbling in the dark, she crawls until she touches the cold wall ahead of her. Fumbling about, she touches an electrical socket and FEELS the entire electric grid around her, reaching for miles. In the distance, she can hear footsteps, and a memory of a life before this one of agony is recalled and she begins to panic. Taking hold of the electrical socket, she feels her very being stretch and move beyond where she was. She feels like she's everywhere, and yet in one place. Gathering herself, a voice speaks to her.

"I knew Weiss Schnee was right about her..."

Schnee... She had to find Schnee...

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"I'm gonna ask this one more time." Ruby asked. "What happened to Ilia Amitola?"

"And I'm going to say this once more," Weiss replied with folded arms, "I'm not speaking to anyone without a lawyer present."

"A girl is dead, Weiss." Ruby said, working hard to hold back the tears. "She was being bullied and she's dead because of it!"

"And I refuse to comment without a lawyer present." Ruby shook with anger. "Get angry all I want. I'm not the one breaking the law, vigilante."

Ruby turned away, growling as she tried to calm herself. Rubbing her face down, she took a deep breath and tried again. The light flickered above, but Ruby ignored it to focus on what's more important, the truth.

"Ilia Amitola was in here yesterday during practice, wasn't she?"

"I'm not saying anything without-"

"She wasn't." A voice came from the entrance. Magnolia Daze walked in, carrying her helmet. "We were all dueling during practice. That's what we do."

"Magnolia!" Weiss chided. Ruby didn't let this opportunity slip away.

"And who was Ilia dueling?"

"Our team captain, Weiss Schnee." She looked past The Red Streak to the girl herself. "And she won against her~."

"Will you be quiet?!" Weiss fumed. "You're talking to a vigilante! A criminal!"

"Beat her pretty bad, too~." Magnolia stepped closer. "Our team captain got really mad~."

"I didn't see her on the roof with the rest of you." The Red Streak said, looking to Weiss with a judging eye.

"Because she told us to go after her." Magnolia clarified.

"That is not what I said!" Weiss' cheeks started to turn pink. The light above started flickering more and more.

"You said, and I quote," Magnolia stepped closer, getting into Weiss' face, all while the lightbulb above flickered sporadically, "I need to have a word with Amitola. Bring her to me, no matter what."

"YOU VILE LITTLE-"

Ruby jumped, pushing herself off the ground as hard as she could, grabbing the two girls and moving them out of the way of the sudden lightning bolt. She looked over and saw a figure slowly stand from their crouched position. As they turned to look, across their blackened and charred skin was a long, flickering light along the crack across their face. Almost like a smile, straight out of hell.

"I'm sorry, but this locker room is for girls only," Ruby said, "I'm pretty sure they're still working on the electric monster locker room."

"You... don't... remember... me?"

"Uh, no?" Ruby asked. "Have we met?"

"You don't... remember... me..."

"Can I phone a frie-" Ruby ducked as a lightning bolt split through the air, piercing into a locker between Magnolia and Weiss. "GET OUT OF HERE, NOW!"

The two girls ran out as fast as they could. The creature then moved their arm, and the lightning bolt began to follow the girls, bending and tearing through the lockers. Ruby jumped for the creature but missed entirely as it jumped and disappeared into thin air. No, not thin air. It came from the lightbulb. It went back into the lightbulb.

Realization dawned on Ruby, turning and running out of the locker room. Weiss and Magnolia were talking to Professor Port and the police who'd just arrived. Scanning around the two, Ruby saw a flickering light above Weiss. Pushing herself as hard and as fast as she could, she jumped into Weiss and tackled her to the ground. As she yelped, the lightning creature landed where she once was.

"You need to leave." Ruby said, standing up. "Maybe find a rubber room with no light."

"Excuse me?!" Weiss balked.

"It's coming after you, so you need to believe me when I tell you to hear me out!"

"Fine." Weiss said, swallowing her pride. "I hear you."

"I... hear..." The creature stepped forward, black skin falling away to reveal pale white and deep red skin beneath. "I... Hear..." Ruby gulped, readying herself for round two. As lightning lashed from it's arm, it growled out three words at her with such hatred and malice that it made Ruby's heart freeze. "EYES... AND... EARS..."

"...Ilia?"

[yeets-ix]

DIAMOND CUTTERS/CRACKED DIAMOND AU HEADCANONS PART 1: SLINGER (AND SLANGLE)

JUMPSCARE! YOU'RE ABOUT TO GET A CRAP TON OF HEADCANONS FOR THE DIAMOND CUTTERS AND MY SILLY CLUSTER OF AUS ABOUT THEM! RAREPAIR AND OBSCURE CHARACTER ENJOYERS, GET YOUR FOOD!

First up, the flirty gender pilled ocelot with the gay little gun tricks!

Slinger Headcanons:

they're genderfluid and transfem (partly because I thought she was a girl when Mimic first shapeshifted into her.) This also means shipping them with Tangle is still yuri (important.) I dub her they/she + "gun" as a neopronoun for fun. Also let her wear whatever clothes they want.

She's also Mexican/Central American! Very clear accent, occasionally splices Spanish words into their dialogue, much like Tangle’s now-agreed-upon Italian. Says “Vamos!”, “Dios mio!” and “Que?” a lot. Also insults Badniks and other opponents in Spanish.

Pansexual apocalypse, easily INTENSELY flustered, they had a stupid celebrity crush on Sonic before the betrayal/actually meeting anyone. (Old idea I’m keeping alive, heck, maybe have another sub-AU for that.) Then in her “survivor” timeline, she finally meets Tangle and the epic 100k idiots to lovers slowburn yuri is real.

They’re EXTREME ADHD. She juggles, she keeps at least two fidget spinners on hand always, she needs to toss and twirl things or he’ll explode. She and Whisper and Tangle stim together a lot.

Backstory! The “mysterious past” reference doesn’t exist if I don’t look at it, so she and Claire were actually sibling-dynamic friends as far back as Slinger can remember, having grown up together in a jungle treehouse village. (Definitely didn’t come up with that just because ocelots and howler monkeys live in the same place, haha.) Things happened in the Forces war, next thing you know they both met Smithy (and soon after Whisper) and were inducted into the mercenary found family.

THEY’RE A CAT. Younger than Big and wayyyy more impulsive than Blaze, they do MANY MANY CAT THINGS. They have whiskers, they’re a liquid, they lick themself clean, they act like it’s daytime when it’s pitch black out, they miiiiiight have eaten a couple of mice, they purr when rubbed, all of it. This is also how you tell her apart from Duo, who is a fake cat and clueless to cat behavior.

Slinger, past and present, is still super cool and suave in battle, but a complete and utter LOSER in casual times, more than Claire, more than Whisper, they're such a fucking girlfail

They were definitely the “kid” of the team, moreso even than Whisper. They pulled pranks, did stupid stunts, and worried Claire and Smithy sick. In the timeline where they survived, they were VERY okay on their own! So utterly okay!

AU-Specific Headcanons:

They were never “shut-in” as the Guardian Angel - they still tried their best to act cool and suave, in spite of the anxiety below. They completely hid their appearance beneath masks and hoods, but still taunted and quipped at their adversaries and would sometimes talk rather openly to Resistance members lucky enough to interact with them long enough, though still never giving any context to who she was or what her deal was - or a clear view of his real face.

She wouldn’t use the same Wispon as canon Whisper - a gigantic rifle just isn’t their style. Instead, she’s gotten a lot better at physical combat to compensate for it - she managed to teach herself to Spin Attack, and can even do a crazy "Panjandrum" move where they fire their laser guns wildly while rolling. They’re decently fast now, but not as fast as any “speedster” character - think more like Amy, Tails, or heck, a realistic interpretation of the Forces Avatar.

They talk to their Wisps a lot. She constantly feels alone and doesn't want to be, and forever thanks Smithy for giving them a way to always talk to their companions somehow. She needs people to talk to, she really does, heck, give her a bit of a Yakko Warner complex if you want. Fortunately, Tangle logically helps with that a lot.

They FIRMLY saw Mimic as a father figure, and are FUCKING PISSED at him for stabbing and discarding everything they had. Him fucking around IMMEDIATELY cuts off Slinger's silly goofy mode and activates IMMA FIRIN MA LAZAH mode.

In Slinger’s timeline, Mimic’s Duo disguise was the feminine-androgynous “Duo the Hound,” using Whisper as the basis. Slinger got to pistol-whip him repeatedly and then dump him into the sea, don’t worry.

Tangle in this timeline is… girl-leaning panromantic. Blaze cemented her queer awakening, but Slinger, whose gender is fucked as hell, is the one she fell for hard. Slinger would get VERY worried about whether she feels the same towards them or not, but it doesn't matter what's in their legs or their head to Tangle - they're Slinger.

Slinger’s love language turns out to be the same as Tangle’s - doing stupid and dangerous things to impress her crushes. Ultimately Jewel and Lanolin have to LOUDLY tell them that they’re in love with each other and should kiss and go out on a date before they both get themselves killed beating around the bush. (That, or they just full-on kiss at the conclusion of Urban Warfare or even the Metal Virus, considering Slinger is much more open.)

Slinger is just as willing and encouraging to talk to Tangle about her fears as vice versa, in a direct manner at least. It is not “moon gets hurt and sun comforts her,” they’re kinda both cloud-obscured suns who goof off but also traumadump to each other.

Slinger can cook and prepare Mexican cuisine just fine. Them trying to cook anything else results in a kitchen-sized laser explosion (don't even ask how.) Their food living together basically amounts to alternating Mexican and Italian with Tangle occasionally baking something she found online in between.

Tangle comforts or supports Slinger whenever they have gender issues, she figured out they were genderfluid basically the moment they got the chance to try new clothes. Slinger silently, awkwardly asked her if she could try on a really twirly dress and she was just so understanding and said they looked absolutely beautiful and AGHHHHHHHHHHHH and now it’s their girly comfort outfit.

tangle is significantly taller than slinger. height difference. (slinger is significantly taller than sonic though lol, big tangle supremacy)

Slinger and Tangle cuddle super tight and warm and fall asleep together BOTH PURRING do you get my vision

Big headcanon posts for the other Cutters and their sub-AUs coming at some point.

[noroi1000]

Hi ! Could I request a oneshot of where it's set during shoko,geto n gojo's highschool time and it really doesn't have to be a character x reader but reader is their classmate and basically they're having a volleyball match with the opponent school but reader doesn't want to play bcs she goes "nah im too pretty to sweat in this terribly hot weather so count me out" sassily even tho she's really good at athletics n combat but then this annoying player of the opponent team plays dirty and hurts one of member of his opponent team ( mean shoko's highschool team bcs there are students of other classes playing ) n the one who played dirty makes annoyingly cocky for gaining a point which annoys the reader so she's goes aight time to humble this pathetic loser and starts playing in exchange of the injured player and does same thing to him which he did to injured player but she does it in a way that makes it seem it's totally his fault to play badly n they lose a point n basically reader practically all by herself obliterates ( not literally ) the opponent team and win by quite a considerable which leaves everyone shocked bcs they didn't know she was this good and when they ask how she's like she just wanted to have a little fun lolol.

You can ignore this one bcs it's quite silly lmao i just had this idea when i was listening to yeat n felt 10x powerful

The ball flies

a/n: no paring, no warnings, it's just a friends playing volleyball. And some bleeding nose...

"(y/n)! Why don't you want to play with us?"

You looked at your sweaty friend who sat next to you on the bench.

You handed him a bottle of water for him to drink.

His black sleeveless T-shirt that had always been loose began to cling to his muscular stomach.

"Today I feel too nice to play in this heat. I don't want to play today."

You replied looking at the dark haired man.

You played volleyball very well.

Additionally, you were able to position yourself in your team.

So why on that particular day did you have to not feel like playing? You don't know it...

Even though you like matches that are mixed, you didn't want that today.

In mixed-gender matches, you were able to use the fact that you had three tall guys on the team, as well as the three of you. You, Utahime and Mei.

Shoko always sits on the bench because she doesn't like to play outfield often. Even though she can do it somehow, she mostly took care of you when it came to any injuries. And also before matches, it protected your muscles so that there would be no damage.

You have become the representative of the school.

Even though there are more people who can replace someone on your team, the main deputies are Shoko for you girls and Haibara for the guys.

Even though boys rarely give up the game.

Well, maybe Nanami doesn't feel like playing sometimes...

But Gojo and Geto are always happy to crush some opponents.

Sitting next to Geto while he was resting during the break, you only thought about why he was so sweaty.

Well, your matches don't look like those in elementary school.

He's one of those who run in circles just to hit the ball.

Especially now that in the setting this time he also had to deal with the side on which Shoko was standing. Neither of them want to lose.

Especially when they're playing the worst assholes...

Three girls and three boys.

You're a sophomore in high school, and everyone has respect for you because you won the inter-school championship last year.

And well, in addition, you can't say that Satoru and Suguru are very good at school.

If girls from other schools don't fall in love with them, others come and have some problems with them.

It was enough to straighten them out a bit. Besides, you've never heard of these two losing to anyone. It doesn't matter what.

They are good at everything...

"Where's Shoko?" You asked looking around for her.

You only saw four people with black clothes, and one in white - Mei.

She always liked to stand out...

"Did you see how that girl hit the ball right at her?" Geto asked, wiping his neck with a small towel.

"The first year? Yeah. I saw it. I didn't think she could do that slant with the ball. Besides, if she didn't jump, she wouldn't even reach the ball.". Besides, she tripped Utahime under the net. I don't like foul play..." You laughed.

"The ball hit Shoko in the face, and her nose is bleeding." he said.

"She broke her nose?" You stayed widening your eyes slightly.

"We don't know that. But she can't play. Unfortunately, you have to go on the field." He smiled.

Satoru walked over to you with the same smile.

"Where's our champion? Will we win this?" He crouched in front of you. "Retaliation for Shoko's nose."

He gave you his hand.

"Your hands are sweaty." You pointed out laughing.

"Yeah yeah..." he muttered and stood up.

Suddenly, he bent down again and grabbed you, throwing your body over his shoulder.

"You're all sticky!" You screamed feeling his sticky skin on your skin.

"I know~. And now you're going to change into your clothes." He laughed and started walking with you towards the dressing room.

You couldn't look at the girl who smiled proudly as she looked at the scoreboard.

She was laughing, pointing there.

It pissed you off.

A freshman who thinks she can beat you with foul play...

Guess it's some kind of joke.

"Oh? They put another one on the field? Aren't you afraid of getting your hands dirty?" She laughed at you.

You were in the middle.

Between Satoru and Suguru.

You waved to Shoko as she was sitting on a bench with a band-aid on her nose.

Hearing that, you looked at her hands. Freshly washed after half the game.

You didn't even say anything about it.

You just took your place as Nanami stopped on the serve and hit the ball.

Mei bounced the ball back to you when it came back to your half and you bounced it back at that girl, aiming at her.

"Revenge for Shoko, bitch." You growled softly.

The ball hit the girl in the side of the face, and it fell to the ground, giving you one point.

Nothing happened to her.

But the next time you could have had the ball, you didn't want to miss.

As the ball flew towards Satoru, you ran towards him and jumped up placing your hands on his shoulders to be higher.

You wrapped your legs around his chest quickly, and hit the ball with all your might.

Aiming at that girl again.

The ball hit her in the middle of the face.

Soon there was blood from her nose.

Revenge for Shoko!

Of course, you weren't accused of doing it on purpose.

The ball often hits players.

The girl left the field crying.

You started to be very ahead of your opponents in the number of points.

Until at the end, there was no chance that they could defeat you.

Your game caused many people to believe their eyes.

You did it because you were bored sitting on the bench anyway.

You could have had fun, and also avenged your friend's poor nose.

[crimneo]

Honest feelings

(Crimneo Skit)

Ragna and his Master Jubei were catching up with each other before they were ambushed by an unusual group of enemies.

Ragna (exhausted):  *huff* *huff*  Damn it!

Jubei:  Stay up Ragna.  These guys aren't gonna show mercy.

Ragna:  Yeah I know. (Catches breath) I know..

Ragna gets back into a fighting stance as he stares down at his opponents.

Jin:  Brother… It's time we end this.

Nu:  Nu will make sure you enjoy our time together.

Susanoo:  We will be sure to make you regret your transgressions against us.

Ragna:  (wipes blood off his mouth)  Since when did you three start working together?  Always figured you all were too self-centered to team up with anyone.

Susanoo:  We've found unity within our hatred and with that we've created a compromise.

Jubei:  And that compromise got something to do with killing Ragna?

Jin:  Not quite.  As much as killing brother would bring me joy, we are focused on an entirely different matter.

Ragna:  If killing me is not what you're after, then why are you trying so hard to beat me down?

Susanoo:  Crushing your spirit is part of our objective.  Once you are broken, you will be more than willing to carry our demands.

Ragna:  Like I'd listen to anything you have to say.  And what could be so important to get you guys to team up?

Jin:  You want to know what we're after, brother?  It's simple really.

Nu:  We want you to break up with Neo.

Ragna:  What?

Jubei:  Ohhhh, that makes sense.

Ragna:  What?!  What does she have to-!  Wait… this is because we kept screwing with you guys isn't it.

Jin: You've done nothing but taunt us with your… “lovey-dovey” act every chance you get.

Susanoo:  I can't even focus on destruction whenever you get like that.  It’s so disgusting.  An abomination like her shouldn't feel happiness, especially if it’s through my enemy.

Nu:  Nu was created with the sole purpose to be with Ragna, but if someone else is with Ragna, then Nu won't have anyone.  That Neo… is a target.

Jubei:  So you plan to beat Ragna down and get him to break up with her so you can… What? Go back to your normal lives.

Jin:  Once everything is back to normal we can go back and live the way we used to.  I get to finally chase you down like the old days.

Nu:  Ragna will belong to Nu.  Just as the way it should have been.

Susanoo:  and I can finally focus my efforts on laying waste to this land.

Ragna:  Why would I ever want to go back to those times!  You guys are a pain!

Susanoo:  Though we could be even worse.  As long as you stay with that “garbage”, we will continue to make your life true hell!  If you cut off ties with her, then we, even I, will show some mercy towards you.

Jubei (curious):  (Turns to Ragna)  Ragna, your choice?

Ragna:  Isn't it obvious, Hell No!  If you're still gonna give me problems anyway then what's even the point.

Susanoo:  You could lessen the pain we'll bring as long as you keep away from her.  I see many leverages from that.

Jin:  She's not worth the extra suffering brother.

Ragna:  Whatever your plotting literally could not be any worse.  My life's already hell, what more can you add?

Jubei:  Ragna you're talking about fighting your biggest enemies all at once for what could be for the rest of your life.

Ragna:  I know what I said, and I know what it means.  But like hell I'm backing down just cause they say so.  You wanna break my spirit, well you can damn well try!

Nu:  …Why?  Why Ragna?  Why are you so determined to stay with this girl?

Jin:  It must be some kind of brainwashing.  I still can't believe my brother would fall for someone like her.

Ragna:  (blushing)  Honestly, I still don't know why I love her!  (Looks down)  All I know is that she makes me feel things that I haven't felt before.  She's a damn criminal, she's a troublemaker, she can be devious and also pretty darn sadistic; and yet... she can also be cute, cheery, sweet, and playful. She's also very skilled, very competent, and very clever; my heart won't stop beating whenever I'm around her and no matter what I do I can't seem to get it under control.  Maybe I'm not in love, maybe I'm just going through some phase, maybe this is all just some long term manipulative tactic that someone's trying to pull on me, but whatever it is (Looks up) she's the only one that gets me like this, and a part of me wants it to stay that way.  Until then… until I get it all figured out… (Raises sword) I plan on staying with her!

Jubei:  Damn kid, you fell hard.

Jin:  You've lost your way brother.  (Readies weapon)  You've forsaken what we had!

Nu (Sad):  Ragna… how could you?  (Readies swords)  You've made Nu... very upset!

Susano’o:  It appears you have made your choice.  I suppose we'll have to do this the hard way.  (Gets into fighting stance)

Ragna:  (Shit-eating grin)  Fine by me!

Jubei:  I'll be right beside you Ragna.  Though I gotta say, I respect all that talk you gave, didn't think you had it in you to say things like that.

Ragna (Embarrassed):  Uh- What do you care?

Jubei:  Think you got what it takes to say that to her up front?

Ragna:  Just forget about it okay.  We got things to do.  (Charges in)

Jubei:  Yeah just uh… (Ragna isn't listening)  Something tells me she already heard it.

As Ragna fights the others, Jubei looks at the inside of Ragna's jacket as he sees what appears to be a “bug” device for listening in on conversations.

Jubei:  If this girl really is like anything Ragna said she was; then I'm guessing that came from her.

~~~

Torchwick:  So how's that “bug” coming along?  You've learned of any deep secrets yet?

Neo didn't respond as she tried to hold back her blushing face.  She thought to herself:

‘I knew he was in love, but I didn't think he was this passionate.’