#ispikedthedrinks

Yeah, I’m just taking forever to plug through them(I was totally going to finish the Smileshipping prompt, but Firefox crashed twice on me so I’ll do that later). 

9. Fighting (SFW version haha)

“Come back here you Fusion bastard!” Yugo lunged for Yuri, only to miss when he sidestepped out o the way, and crash to the ground.

“To slow Yuugo,” he chided, wagging a finger at him in a ‘tutt tutt’ manner. “You’re getting angry again.”

“Stop calling me that, it’s Yugo, not Yuugo!” He swung his fist, only for it to be caught by Yuri before it made contact with his face.

“To angry, you need more control.” His other hand shot out, slamming into Yugo’s chest and knocking him backwards. Yuri sighed, folding his arms over his chest with a sigh, “Honestly, you asked for my help, so pay attention and stop getting so upset.”

Yugo huffed as he sat on the ground, hands on his knees. A streak of dirt marred his cheek and a trickle of blood ran from his bottom lip, split from a previous punch. He was a rumpled mess, clothes winkled and dirty and soaked with sweat. His chest heaved with each breath he took, panting heavily.

Yuri, comparatively, was less dirty and seemed to have barely broken a sweat. His jacket and cape were tossed off to the side, allowing him the freedom to fight unimpeded. His knuckles were lightly scraped up and his breathing was heavier than normal.

Yugo had come to him for help, he wanted to know how to fight, so he obliged, it would give him a chance to beat him up consequence free after all. Except Yugo was turning out to be the most stubborn pupil ever, set off by even the smallest insult or mispronunciation of his name. And being st off like that made him reckless.

“Can we just stop, I’m tired and sore,” sighed Yugo.

“Not until you can land a blow on me, now get up,” said Yuri.

“No.”

Yuri huffed and walked over to him, stopping beside him before kicking him in the leg. “Up! If this were a real fight you’d be dead.”

“Well it’s not, and I’m not moving.”

Yuri scowled, fighting back the urge to strangle his counterpart on the spot. “Fine.” He exhaled deeply, clenching and unclenching his hands at his side, and the next moment his foot hit Yugo in the side, sending him sprawling into the ground. “I didn’t realize you were a quitter Yugo. Or maybe you’re just a coward. Now get up!”

Yugo yelped, grabbing his side as he hit the ground. “Yuri what the hell?”

“I’m done playing around Yugo, now take this seriously and get up!” Yuri growled as he stalked towards him.

Bonus: The aftermath

Yugo yelped and flinched as the damp cotton ball was pressed to a bruise on his side, causing it to twinge in pain. He was sprawled out on the floor, shirt balled up under his chin for a makeshift pillow, as Yuri patched up his injuries.

“Did you really have to be so rough Yuri?” he asked, clenching his teeth in pain.

(Ok, 3rd time is the charm)

Smileshipping (Yoko/Yusho)

11. Smiling (even though that wasn’t one of the prompts but w/e)

Yoko may have been captivated by Yusho upon their first meeting, but Yusho was equally taken in by the smile that graced her lips s she watched him. it was enchanting, and he swore he’d make it happen again.

The next time it happened, Yusho had spotted her in the crowd at one of his duels. Opponent momentarily forgotten, he swooped down to her on Sky magician, landing with a sweeping bow.

“What a pleasure to see you here,” he said, taking her hand and placing a kiss to the back of it with a playful wink.

“Don’t you have a duel to finish?” she asked with a laugh and a teasing smile.

He glanced back at his opponent, then back to her. “I shall win this duel for you,” he said with another bow before leaping back into the duel.

He didn’t realize the repercussions of his actions till the next day when he saw the front of the paper, and the headlines proclaiming an affair between them.

‘Love in the air for Sakaki Yusho?!’

The next encounter was after a match, as Yusho made his way to the dressing room. She was waiting outside the door, arms folded over her chest. Yusho knew asking how she got in would be pointless. It was Shooting Star Yoko, if she wanted in she was getting in.

“I must say that was some match,” she said, flashing him a smile that made his heart flip.

“O-oh, you saw that?”

“Of course, Mr. Entertainer.” He didn’t even realize she’d stepped away from the door until he felt her brush a finger under his chin, heat rising through his cheeks.

“So, a fan huh?”

Yusho didn’t even care when the papers printed the picture of the two of them sharing a (admittedly chase) kiss the following day.

Their courtship was a whirlwind of smiles and laughter, and Shuzo wondering if his friend and mentor had lost his mind.

“The leader of the Maiami Queens? Do you have a death wish?”

“It’s love Shuzo, you’ll understand once you get a woman.”

Yusho exhaled deeply as he stared into the mirror before him, adjusting his bow tie again. A full house for a championship duel didn’t scare him nearly as much as this, in fact he would have preferred it, that he could have dealt with.

“I hope you aren’t getting cold feet now,” said Shuzo, sticking his head to check on him.

Yusho laughed weakly, “I’m not, just, nerves.”

Shuzo placed a hand on his shoulder, “You look fine, honestly, now get out there.”

Yusho had always dreamed of bringing smiles to other people, but he did not expect that one of those people would be bringing a smile to him. Looking across at Yoko he smiled, wide than he’d ever smiled before, and squeezed her hands.

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |