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justauthoring · 3 years

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ACTS OF INTIMACY.

Prompt: Five acts of intimacy between you and Harry -- because those are the moments that truly count.

Please don’t plagiarize my work! Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader Word Count:1,899

1. THE FIRST TIME YOU HOLD HANDS.

Harry and you had just started dating. And while you were a good two weeks into your relationship, things still felt a little... awkward.

For lack of better wording.

It was mainly because the two of you had started out as friends. Really good friends. There was no one like Harry, and while the statement seemed plainly obvious, it was true. So much so, that you’d never had a friend like Harry and while the feelings for him had always been there, it felt entirely foreign and strange to act upon them.

Really, it was just you that found it strange.

Your time spent with Harry felt the same it always had; and it was that that made it hard to ever make any sort of acts of intimacy. He tried, of course he did, and he was always so respectfully understanding of when you shied away. Because you couldn’t help it.

Your stomach would erupt into butterflies and your heart would start pounding madly against your chest, and you shy away, turning your head to tuck your chin into your neck and hide your blushing cheeks away from him. And he’d just chuckle, pull back, and make some silly comment to ease your nerves.

But then the two of you are walking that one fateful day, and the entire time your eyes haven’t stopped flickering to his hands. You love his hands. And the urge to hold them has never been quite this great. Your feelings for him are starting to get the better of you and, of course, make more sense, and you’re no longer so confused between the line of platonic and not.

The sudden urge is just suddenly too great.

You subtly step towards him. Harry barely notices. And then your eyes flicker lower once again, and you feel your chest tighten in nerves even though the act is so simple and you know, you just do, that Harry won’t mind one bit. But thoughts are always hard to ignore, and you can’t help the way your insecurities slip past your defenses.

And then, then, his hand twitches and suddenly your fingers are threading through his own.

The moment stills, your eyes flicker upwards, meeting his own bright green ones which have turned to you in surprise at the touch. However, he catches the look in your eyes and his face eases, every bit of surprise fading, and his lips curve upwards and his eyes twinkle and you’re not sure you’ve ever seen Harry this happy and it just warms your heart.

Knowing such a small act of holding his hands brought his this much joy.

He pulls your entwined hands towards his lips, pressing a kiss against the back of your own, and your stomach erupts in flutters.

After that, you always want to hold his hand.

And Harry doesn’t mind one bit.

2. YOU FORGOT YOUR PJ’S.

You’re spending the night at Harry’s.

It’s not the first time, but you’re definitely still getting accustomed to taking this next step in your guy’s relationship. You’ve been at his house plenty of times, you’ve even spent the night a time or two, but it’s a completely different thing going to his bedroom instead of the guest one and slipping under his covers instead of cold, strange ones.

Harry’s already in bed, waiting for you, when you realize you’ve forgotten a set of your own pajama’s.

You purse your lips in thought, frazzled, and you’re starting to wish you’d taken up Harry’s offer in just leaving some of your stuff at his place. He’d used the excuse ‘well, you’ll be spending a lot more time here anyway’ and he wasn’t entirely wrong.

Brushing back your hair, you slowly pull open the bathroom door, peeking your head into the bedroom. “Harry?” And his name leaves your lips in a soft, somewhat nervous whisper, finding his perched form on the bed already staring in your direction, as if he’d been waiting patiently (or maybe not so patiently) for you to come join him.

“Yeah, love?”

“I forgot some pajama’s.”

His eyes meet yours and his lips quirk into a smile. “You want to borrow a shirt of mine?” But before you even give him a proper answer, he’s standing up to grab you a shirt.

You purse your lips. “Only if you don’t mind.”

“Of course I don’t, dove.” And there’s a pause, a moment of rustling in his closet, before he’s stepping towards you, a black shirt in hand. “Here.”

You accept it with a smile, excusing yourself for a moment more as you change quickly. When you step back out, in nothing more then Harry’s shirt now, Harry isn’t on the bed like you’d expected. You’re puzzled for a moment before a light gasp of surprise leaves your lips at the feeling of arms bounding round your middle.

You’re swept off your feet in a quick, simple stride, and you don’t land back on your feet, but instead your back, on Harry’s bed with him towering over you.

“You look dashing, darling.”

And your cheeks warm, scoffing at Harry. “I’m just wearing a shirt, Haz.”

“Yeah, but,” and his eyes lower, smiling. “It’s mine.”

“It’s definitely comfy.”

“Well,” and his voice is deep, husky, moving to roll over until he’s next to you. He, however, doesn’t hesitate to pull you flush against himself still, cuddling tightly to you. “You can borrow a shirt anytime.”

And now, you don’t need pajama’s because you one way or another, end up just wearing one of Harry’s shirts to bed.

3. HIS HANDS ON YOUR WAIST.

You’re reading a book when the music starts.

And you blink, eyes flickering upwards in confusion, having been under the impression that you’d been alone, before you find Harry stood before you. He’s got a goofy grin on his face, and he’s twirling around on his feet as he slowly but steadily makes his way towards you.

“Harry,” you laugh, shaking your head. “What’re you doing?”

He reaches you by then, taking your hand in his own as your book slides off your lap, landing on the floor with a soft thud as you’re swept up to your feet. Another giggle of confusion but amusement leaves your lips as he starts gently guiding you back with him, the grin never fading from his lips. “We,” he corrects, “are dancing.”

And then, you’re really swept off your feet as Harry pulls you flush against him with one simply tug, chest pressed against chest. His hands fall on your waist and you have no choice (though you’re not complaining) but to wrap your arms around his neck, laughing.

“Oh?” You question, raising a teasing brow. “I didn’t realize you were such an amazing dancer.”

“Haven’t you seen me perform on stage?”

He feigns hurt by your words and this time a loud, bellowed laugh leaves your lips as your head tilts back. Harry watches on with a fond grin, eyes softening with warmth as your laughter echoes about the room, masking the sound of the slow song he’d turned on for just a moment.

Harry could listen to you laugh for hours.

“When you’re not falling,” you shrug, “sure.”

“Hey!”

Shaking your head, your eyes crinkle with amusement. “So?”

And he blinks. “So?”

“Why’re we dancing?”

“What, can’t a boyfriend just want to slow dance with his girlfriend in the middle of their living room?”

You roll your eyes. “Sure he can.”

“Then,” he shrugs, tightening his grip on your waist. “That’s why.”

“Alrighty then,” you oblige, the grin never fading from your lips. “Spin me, Haz.”

And he’s all too quick to abide.

4. YOUR HEAD ON HIS SHOULDER.

You’d meant to have a movie marathon.

But somewhere along the way, maybe three, four hours in, your eyes had started to grow heavy and Harry’s comments started to lessen in between. His arm around your waist had slacked and your head kept tipping to the side as the urge to stay awake became harder and harder.

Eventually, and you’re not really exactly sure when, you finally lose the fight and your head falls against Harry’s shoulder, body relaxing. It’s a moment or two later, that Harry’s falls against your own, also asleep.

You awake at the credits rolling. You waking wakes Harry up. The both of you pull apart, blinking, confused for a moment, before your eyes turn to his.

“I think we fell asleep.”

You laugh gently at the grogginess of his voice, rubbing at your eyes. “I think we did too.”

A moment of pause echoes, you turn back to the tv. “I don’t even remember what movie we were watching.”

“Me neither,” Harry chuckles, pulling you closer. “I was out halfway through the second movie.”

“Was this three or four?”

“Four, I think.”

Another pause, your eyes drift to Harry. “We suck at all nighters.”

“And movie marathons.”

You laugh. “Should we head to bed?”

“As long as we cuddle.”

You stand, holding your hand out for Harry. “Well, of course,” you grin widely.

Because there’s not a night you two don’t cuddle.

5. EYES FROM THE CROWD.

It’s the first time you’ve been able to join him on tour.

You’re not sure whose more excited; you or him. He plans everything to a T. Making sure you have the best ‘seat’ available for his performance. He wants you to be able to see everything, ecstatic to perform for you, but he also wants to be able to see you amongst the crowd. He also wants to make sure you’re safe from the crowd.

Honestly, you think he goes a little above the beyond; but you don’t have the heart to tell him cause he’s just so excited.

And honestly, when the concert starts, you chide yourself on never having made more of an effort to join him on tour before. The entire night is magical. You’ve been to concerts before, but nothing beats the feeling of watching the man you love do what he loves; perform. His energy on stage in unbeatable and he seems to be on fire even more that night with you on crowd.

Your hearts warms and flutters and everything in between when he calls you out, dedicating a special song for you. Your favourite song of his.

He’s sung for you before. You’ve heard his songs before. But this is something you’ve never experienced, and Y/F/S just means something entirely different as you stare up at him, watching every little detailed of his lit-up, focused on face from your spot within the crowd. Watching the smile on his lips, watching the way his body moves to the beat, listening to how beautiful his voice sounds.

In disbelief that the song is just for you.

It feels like you’re in a dream.

And then his eyes meet yours and everything, everyone else seems to just fade away. The world goes crazy, the screams of the fans go away, and all you can hear is Harry, and all you can see is his eye staring back at you, full of love and warmth.

You never experienced something like it before.

Everything seems to just be said in his eyes, and no words need to be shared between either of you for the other to understand.

The moment is unlike any other.

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passionbooties · 4 years

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title: i bet you taste like gold rating: t pairing: raihan/leon summary: raihan's never been afraid of the chase. because in the end, he always knew he'd be the winner. that all crashes when the reward at the end of the chase is leon: the one man raihan has always lost to.OR five times raihan has mentioned or shown that he likes leon, and the one time leon finally gets it.

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“Damn, we lost again! But ya did good, Duraludon.” Raihan calls back his Pokémon. Rotom flies around to snap photos of the moment. Because even though Raihan lost, he’s still handsome. And there’s something his followers love about his pouts after defeat-a beauty found in the pain, sort of thing.

He looks upward, to Leon’s smiling face. As brilliant as the sun while he laughs with his partner, Charizard. “Another win for the great champion of Galar!” Leon is so confident , so sure of himself, but so pure. His boasts never come off cocky. Only mere facts that the entirety of Galar have written into their history books as gospel truths. “But it’s to be expected. After all, I’m unbeatable.”

“Yeah, for now.” Raihan snorts, but there’s no derision. No anger. Only this unsettling warmth that seeps into his bones the more he looks at Leon’s smile and continues comparing him to the sun. Bright, orbiting, so expansive and heat-filled that ignoring him was impossible.

Not that Raihan ever tried. He’d been captured by Leon long ago…

“I was close, though!” Raihan continues, striding over to meet Leon on the other side of the pitch. “Duraludon nearly had your Charizard begging for mercy.”

Leon barks out a burst of laughter, Charizard following suit. “Yeah sure! If that’s what you want to call it, we can work with that.” Raihan rolls his eyes while Leon keeps laughing and laughing. And Raihan’s stomach keeps tumbling and twisting into knots.

Leon’s laughter is one of his favorite sounds. Better than any music Raihan’s ever listened to.

Rotom whirrs by, bumping into Raihan’s cheek. A subtle reminder to get his life together and not drool so much over his longtime rival and friend. Right, good.

“Well,” Raihan works his jaw, adjusting his posture to come off as casual-and not monumental or anything of the sort to show how much impact he wanted his words to convey. “If you were anyone else, I’d definitely try to throw hands. So you’re lucky that I like you so much.”

So much. So much more than any harboring feelings of platonic platitudes he carried for the other people in his life. His heart rate never sped up so viciously as it did around the champion. His thoughts were never consumed by anyone else other than Leon.

It was horrific. Raihan wanted to scream.

His nerves became static, but Leon doesn’t seem to catch onto his words. Not really, not to their significance. But the smile he gives Raihan is soft, dare he say intimate, and Raihan has to hold back-for now-the urge to pull Leon by his cape and kiss him.

Instead Leon says, “I like you too.”

And it’s not the same.

Raihan feels the heat dissipate and a weight drop, deep. Then comes the sandstorm. Obscuring the flash of disappointment from breaking through to the surface on Raihan’s face.

Then they’re swarmed by fans who happened to oversee their battle. Quick as a standard, covering up their tracks, asking Raihan and Leon for photos and autographs of their league cards. Leon, the beloved Champion, falls into the steps of his role. Signs the cards and strikes his pose and sprinkles advice for budding trainers.

Raihan follows suit. Slips on his little mask and uses Rotom to take a bunch of photos with his fans.

If every so often, Raihan peeked over to catch Leon laughing with the kids or striking his pose, embracing the spotlight he made with ease, then so be it.

It was hard to ignore the sun when it shone so close, so brilliantly, anyways.

II.

Raihan can’t remember when he fell.

But he knows it was a graceful fall. A sudden snowstorm that drowned him in the feeling of attachment and yearning and longing for Leon that resonated a powerful chord one day when Raihan least expected it.

All the leaders of Galar knew about his one-sided affections, except Leon of course.

It had almost become a joke. A running bet among the leaders about how much longer Raihan would skirt around before he finally lost his patience and straight up proposed. Others wondered about the opposite: how much longer would it take until Leon finally noticed?

Both bets ended in similar fashions: whatever the outcome was, it wouldn’t happen anytime soon.

Really, Raihan was somewhat coping with the fact that he was enamored by his best friend and greatest rival who was also, simultaneously, the most powerful trainer in all of Galar.

And the biggest idiot in all of Galar.

But that’s what was so charming .

And Raihan really, honestly, should have seen it coming. Leon attracted everyone. He was lion like. Prideful in his strength while caring a sort of regality that made others want to follow him. Raihan always chased after him from the start. To become better than him, to surpass him in the race and become champion.

Then somehow, someway, the chase ended in a plunge. And Raihan was diving face down into a rainstorm of emotional attachment.

While he may not remember when the feelings took root, he remembers vividly the first time he ever let it slip to Raihan about his feelings.

They were eating dinner at Bob’s Your Uncle. Raihan was snapping photos and Leon was making funny faces. Their food was gone by this point, but conversation didn’t stop. It never stopped between them. Leon always had stories to share about challengers who came for advice, for a battle, for a moment to bask in his presence. Raihan was always dishing out strategies, new ways to utilize the elements for his team’s advantage, better ways to craft synergy between his Pokemon in their double battles.

They were always talking and talking, bouncing back and forth, cracking jokes. Then Leon got called over by the manager and Raihan waves him off, because what is a Champion if not at the beck and call of their people, and as he watches them interact he thinks to himself how Leon looks like a king-cape aside.

Broad shoulders, a strong back, his shoulders squared. Everything in Leon’s stance is that of someone fit to rule. Fit to command. Fit to oversee. Fit to love . Strong and sturdy, a foundation that Raihan found himself wanting to utterly wreck and destroy beneath him.

Then his face got all red. His cheeks burned, a hot scorching sun across the expanse of his face. His eyes wide as he looks at Leon walking back over to him with a bottle of wine and two glasses. On the house from the manager for the two of them being such loyal customers.

When Leon sat down, he immediately asked, “What’s wrong?”

“I like-” Raihan nearly bit his tongue. Leon blinked and Raihan couldn’t believe he almost confessed. Almost said I like you. I like you. So much, so much that I'm going to be swallowed whole and I had no idea this was going to happen.

“You like…?”

“Like-that we can use your Champion status to get free drinks, yeah.” Raihan lied easily, smoothly. Ignored the burnt taste on his tongue from his lie. Leon, thankfully, didn’t ask further. They shared drinks and went back to their conversation but this time Raihan couldn’t help but think Leon was the sun, over and over again, and how much he wanted to become an Icarus-scorched by his touch.

III.

“Honestly, just kiss him.”

“I’ve thought about that multiple times, Ness.”

Nessa folds her arms and leans back against the back of the booth, “Super surprised you haven’t gone full dragon mode and slobbered him silly with kisses, at this point. You’re normally much more straightforward with your conquests.”

Raihan rolls his eyes while Rotom snickers. “I’ll bring out the screwdriver on you,” he threatened but that only made Rotom whir and snicker louder. Gremlin. Raihan meets Nessa’s pointed gave, brilliantly blue and as fearsome as the ocean.

Which he needed, because Raihan was tired of bullshitting himself. Nessa was absolutely correct that Raihan wasn’t being himself. Not really, anyways. Raihan has confidence in his looks, his reputation, and overall swagger that he carries like a crown upon his head. He’s just as notorious, if not just as famous, as Leon-the only man to come close to someone Leon considered a rival. He can get anyone-he knows he can get anyone.

Usually it only took a smile in their direction, a flash of fang, a flex of muscle, a whisper in their ear covered in husk, sprinkled with secrets they could make between the two of them under bright moonlight and starless skies-yet all those tricks and tactics fell utterly short at Leon’s feet.

All Leon had to do was exist in the same space and time as Raihan and Raihan forgot how simple it was to breathe.

“Oh wow,” Nessa exhales with a whistle, reaching for more of her shake. She takes a pointed slurp. “You’ve got it bad , mate.”

“Shut up,” Raihan growls, but it sounds pitiful even to his own ears.

Nessa smirks with her straw still in her mouth, “Listen, I love Leon. Truly do, but the man is only focused on one thing: winning. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him even utter words like dating or love-they’re just too out of his orbit.”

“You think I don’t know that? The man’s got a bad case of one track mind and he’s barreling down that track at breakneck speeds.” Raihan goes for one of her fries because he needs comfort food and Nessa pinches his hand. “Ow! Rude, Ness.”

“Rai. Call him up and ask him out on a date. Then he can buy you fries.”

“I’ve considered that.”

“And?”

“And… what?”

“Let’s not play the who’s more dense game. Be the forward Raihan I know you can be and ask him out. What are you so afraid of?”

Ah, there it is. What was Raihan afraid of? And truly, what has he to lose? Everything comes snapping at him, fangs and claws at his neck. He never hesitated before. Never, because they were calculated wins. He knew with the people in his past he could obtain them, and obtain them easily. They were games where his outcome always ended with him as the winner.

But that changed with Leon. Not once, not ever, had Raihan been even close to winning against Leon. Perhaps that spiral of losses had downward dove into Raihan believing he’d lose to Leon in this too.

Raihan swore and Nessa simply shook her head. “Do what you need to do, Rai. But… if you ask me, I don’t think your chances of success are as low as you think they are.”

Raihan looks up at that. Sees the mischievous glint in Nessa’s eyes and a snow swirl of hope spike up in his chest. “What makes you say that?”

Nessa snorts and finishes off the last of her milkshake before she stands up, “The stars,” she answers impishly before she skips off to the bathroom. Leaving Raihan to stew and mutter and contemplate and go simply mad over her cryptic language.

Later that night, he texts Leon. Asking a simple question: What would you do if I said I liked you?

He gets a response about thirty minutes later and nearly cries.

Well of course I’d tell you I like you too. Haha, why what’s going on :P?

IV.

Raihan isn’t avoiding Leon.

No, he’s simply busy.

He has a gym to run after all. And Pokemon to train. Food to eat and places to explore. The wild area’s raid dens were popping off more often recently. So of course Raihan had to go and explore. See if there were any new dragon Pokemon he could catch, or Pokemon in general to battle against.

Sure, Leon would text him and Rotom would get all up in Raihan’s face whenever he did. But suddenly, Raihan couldn’t read anymore and to force himself to learn a skill he no longer had would be madness. So he refused to do so!

He was, in fact, avoiding Leon.

But his pride would never allow him to admit that.

Raihan’s able to pull this off for about three weeks when his luck runs out.

“Raihan!” Leon’s voice carries across the pitch of Hammerlocke stadium. Raihan stops his training with Flygon and Torkoal, nearly jumping from his skin.

Shit. Fuck. Shit. Flygon and Torkoal are giving him knowing looks and Raihan’s incredibly close to asking them both to set him ablaze with a flamethrower.

“Finally!” Leon runs over, all smiles and sunlight and Raihan wants to dig himself into the ground. “I’ve been trying to get a hold of you all week, yeah? Where have you been? Why haven’t you answered any of my messages?”

Raihan tilts his head. Makes his stance casual, hands in his pocket and words coming out with a drawl. “Been busy, mate. Got a gym to run and all that jazz.”

Leon looks at him strangely. And his sunlight starts to turn harsh. “Right… well, my mum’s grilling up a barbecue tonight. I was wondering if you wanted to come by and hang. I texted you and didn’t get a response. So I thought it’d be easier to just come in person!”

He’s so earnest. And so pure. So straightforward and just. Raihan’s heart squeezes, and aches. Every nerve in his body is snarling at him to confess. To unleash all the truth at Leon’s feet and hope for the best. To not let the fear of losing, again, so visceral, stop him from pursuing the golden man he craves.

Tell him you like him. Say it over and over until it penetrates the thick fog of obliviousness. Let him know over and over again how you crave the taste of his mouth. Want to run your nails down his back. Want to feel his surety and strength in the palm of your hands. How much you want to-

Rotom softly whirs beside him, having popped out to scope the scene. Flygon and Torkoal are looking at him, encouraging him to say something. To speak. Even if his voice shatters.

Yet, fear is stronger.

Fear wins.

“Can’t tonight,” ashes in his mouth-and the taste makes him sick as he continues. “I’ve already made plans.” he turns on his heel, lowering his visor so it shades his eyes. Leon could pierce through him, easily, and Raihan would rather die than have Leon see how pathetic he feels written all over his face.

Before Leon can say anything Raihan calls back Torkoal and makes Rotom go into his pocket. Then he climbs onto Flygon and tells it to take him to the Wild Area. Flygon hesitates, for a second. Looks back to Leon and softly hums before taking off with Raihan.

The mighty tamer of dragons, a coward when it comes to feelings.

Laughable.

The next time Raihan and Leon meet their world is unfurling at the seams.

Falling apart in bright columns of purple light.

The Darkest Day , Chairman Rose calls it. To save us all! To protect the future of Galar!

“He’s gone utterly insane,” Raihan hisses as the clouds above them turn pitch black and turbulent. The other leaders and challengers were doing their best to calm the masses and get them to safety. Raihan’s already making plans to go to Hammerlocke so he can go down to the power plant and beat some sense into Chairman Rose himself.

“I have to stop him,” Leon says from beside him. Raihan is reminded immediately how this is the first time in about a month that they’ve existed in the same space. They had a brief crossing in the locker room before the Championship Cup but it had been tense, and Raihan had kept himself short.

Time apart did his feelings no good. They festered like bacteria, crawling under the ground he tried to firmly pack like worms. Horribly gnawing away at his heart until Leon and the guilt he felt over their last meeting was all he his thoughts consumed.

“Leon,” Raihan says, the name dropping effortlessly out of his mouth before it can be stopped. Leon glances over at him, his mouth ready to move until the ground starts to shake at their feet. Crackling, gurgling with ancient energy. “Leon, move!”

Raihan’s body works faster. He pushes Leon out of the way as the earth cracks by their feet. A giant burst of purple energy, raw and vicious, shoots up into the sky. There’s screaming, and the scattering of feet. Dust floats in the air and rubble lays around them.

Raihan swears again, coughing as the dust settles. He pushes himself upwards, when he realizes the position their in. Leon is sprawled underneath him. Raihan’s on top. And Raihan hates, hates the sort of images that-Leon’s looking at him. And Raihan can read every single emotion behind his eyes-the anger and hurt and surprise and shock and joy and-

“Raihan,” Leon says quietly. Raihan’s snapped out of his thoughts as the world continues to collapse around them. “Are you alright?”

“I,” Raihan works his jaw, tries to make the words come out. “Yeah. Yeah I am. You?”

Leon’s still looking at him, still searching. And for once, just this time, Raihan lets himself be seen. Be pierced. Be examined and looked. Let’s the lion scrape away at the ground until there’s nothing but bare bones of emotion that Raihan can’t really hide from anymore.

There’s a few seconds that passes, then Leon closes his eyes and exhale deeply. “Help me up, please.”

Raihan does so, robotically. The two stand and stare at each other, a minute more, before Leon steps into Raihan’s space.

“You can’t go without backup,” Raihan starts. “You’re the Champion and all, I get that. But not even you-”

“I can,” Leon interjects, and he’s so close. So close and so sure, unwavering, Raihan doesn’t know how he thought he could run away from Leon when his gravitational pull was so deep. “And I’ll be back. Safe, and sound, so that when I come back, we can talk.”

“We can-?” Raihan’s words are swallowed whole by Leon’s lips on his.

Leon kisses the way he battles-sure, strong, and forward. It’s clumsy as all hell though, and Raihan hates the little choking noise he makes in surprise from it all. But Leon tastes like gold, with dirt, with liquid heat.

Leon pulls back, and his eyes are hooded. But his lips are pulled into the brightest grin as their foreheads touch in the middle of the chaos.

“Yes, we need to talk. We have a lot to go over." And then, a beat later and with a goofy grin to seal the deal, Leon says, "I talked to Nessa.”

Raihan’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline. “What did she say-”

“That you like me." Leon says effortlessly. "And that I’m as dense as a house of bricks. And she’s right, I am dense. But she also told me that I need to tell you that yes, Raihan, I like you too.”

Raihan is rooted. Cemented to the ground and Leon just gives him his soft smile, his confident gaze, and Raihan shoots forward to kiss him again. Sharply, one more time before letting go. One more time to make sure it’s real.

“Brilliant. Absolutely fucking brilliant ,” he wants to laugh in hysterics but now, now is not the time. And this was not the place nor the setting he envisioned where this moment would finally come. “Yes. Okay. We will talk. After we save the world… be safe, Leon.”

“Always, Raihan.”

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radioactive-butterfly · 3 years

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My Letter to Professor Stephen William Hawking:

Dearest Professor,

If only you could have read these letters sooner.. but I just couldn't muster the strength to put the words together in a suitable fashion according to your more fitting styles, so to think.

You've ALWAYS been my greatest inspiration in this life. In my dimmest, darkest, abyssal, and hopeless moments I would always remember your tenacity and unfathomable witset: this had always helped me to carry on with my endeavors and to press on with my life, even though I often found myself yearning for a worthy meaning for it to be.

I also often found myself comparing my life to other-selves', and I usually considered me a worthless waste of mass in the casting of lights of others who appeared to be so much better than I, on every area of my referentials in life.

When I first cast an eye glance on you, you were on a documentary on the TV about, you guessed it: time and the Universe. You seemed like an unbeatable final boss of humankind, virtually unquenchable by the maladies that scourged Earth throughout its brief history.

And, back then, you weren't smiling, like on this artwork.

Maybe it seemed to you like life was a tedious burden, also totally unrelatable to other kindred, similar individuals who were just like you, deep within.

Time passed, perhaps albeit faster to me; whilst you, perchance, might just have been counting the moments, constrained within your own motor vehicle; and I struggled with my own challenges, often emotional and mental.

I wasn't born in a fitting manner, and life — I used to think — treated me harshly. Oftentimes I considered loneliness an inexcapable fate... and then I saw you: writing books, making lectures, researches, scientific papers, participating in musical records, movies, and other media pieces. You were rocking the show, whereas I was a mere bystander on the sidelines, getting hit by the blunts of living, nonetheless.

Regardless, I and you were so different. Like opposites, immiscible substances floating by chance on the same soup of this planet: so were you and I.

You taught me, apart from your inexhaustible mental set of characteristics, that no resource whatsoever could override the value of time; and that uncannily enough, it seemed to stop amidst the interval of an eyelook. Yet, I was too busy to notice such important details on my daily affairs: I was an immature individidual.

When I had no answers for questions that haunted me, and I termed that depression; when I stood ahead of my own nose within my mind, dreaming of a different outlook for my life and suffering with my then present conditions and called it anxiety; you were there on your majestic smugness, retorting epically those who tried to belittle you, and being unexpectedly kind to those who looked up to you.

I also compared the magnitude of our resilience'o'meters and I sincerely thought you were overpowered, playing life on the Stephen Level of Difficulty and still owning it like no one else could.

How could you not? Given the wonderful mind that you had (and I still hope you're out there somewhere, with the same skillsets that you had, being even more OP than before, now unrestrained by your obsolete vehicle), was there any other outcome for your life but the one you envisioned? I like to think that there wasn't, and that you won in every possible aspect of living.

When I first attended to college, you were still around, doing what you did best: being yourself. Today, though, I can't look up the news and see a pronouncement made by you about Quantum Science, or Singularities, or anything else, because you, bittersweetly enough, are free from the weight that you carried with yourself.

And you sounded so terribly sarcastic.

Professor, wherever you are (or should I add: whenever you might be), do know that there's no place like yours in my personal Hall of Champions. I wish you could have smiled more like you did on that zero-gravity day, because you seemed to be so free in those pictures.

I also wish that I could have found a cure for you, so you could personally roundhouse kick those bloody wimps who made fun of you.

May inertia never be a force of entropic dissolution to your personal constitution, Professor. Negativity is also nice, you see.

I love you, and I will always do.

With Love,

Yours Truly

Lily

#legacy #liberdadeliteraria

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eternityunicorn · 4 years

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Game Night at the Safe House +18

Author: eternityunicorn Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Camille O’Connell

Genre: Romance/Friendship/AU

Warnings: Smut

Summary: AU Set in Season 2 - While at the safe house, Elijah and Camille decide to sit, drink, and continue their game of Trivial Pursuit after Hope is put to bed. They enjoy each other’s company. As the alcohol courses through their veins, things grow heated between them. But what happens when Cami boldly kisses Elijah?

AUTHOR’S COMMENTARY: This special oneshot was encouraged by the lovely @elejah-wonderland! I’ve been meaning to write an Elijah x Cami story for a while, so here it is! Enjoy!

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The Arkansas night was quiet at the safe house. Little Hope was asleep in her crib upstairs, leaving Elijah Mikaelson and Camille O’ Connell free to spend the evening as they wished. This particular night, the Original was invited by the blonde human to join her for a continuation of their previous Trivial Pursuit game, which had been disrupted by his mental instability.

In the weeks that had followed being charged with protecting Hope at the safe house and being helped with his trauma, Elijah found he was feeling better now, after the many therapy sessions he had sat through with Camille. However, despite her best efforts and his own, his mind was still plagued by the nightmares his mother had unleashed upon him. That was why he agreed to sitting with the lovely therapist and distracting himself from the demons inside his own mind with a competitive, but friendly game.

As with before when they had last played, the ancient vampire knew the answer to every question that Cami asked him, no matter how obscure the question. Having lived for a thousand years, he had experienced much of history, including literature, music, arts, and even television and tv shows. He loved knowledge and knowing everything the world had to offer, which was why he knew as much as he did, much to the dismay of the young woman.

Still, as they drank copious amounts of bourbon, Camille only laughed and feigned frustration with each correct answer he gave. She was rather adorable, if he were perfectly honest with himself and Elijah could certainly see why his brother, Niklaus, was so enamored with the lively lady. She was charming, compassionate, brave, and understanding. She was truly a beautiful human being.

“How do you know so much, Elijah?” Giggled Camille, as she drank from her fourth glass of bourbon, after he answered another question correctly. “You’re like an encyclopedia!”

He grinned in return, feeling a little tipsy himself, “Well, I’ve lived for a long time, Miss O’Connell. I’ve studied every aspect of this world throughout the thousand years of my existence since I’ve had so much time on my hands. Not every waking moment has been dedicated to defeating enemies and averting the destruction of my family.”

“Yeah, that makes sense,” the blonde replied. “I’m sure you’ve experienced a lot in your time. It still makes this trivia game frustrating though. You are unbeatable, but I am determined to best you. There has to be something that you don’t know!”

“Highly unlikely, my dear,” he smirked. “But you are certainly welcome to try to stump me.”

Camille laughed again, “You’re on!”

From there, she continued to throw question after question at him and he continued to throw back correct answer after correct answer. The human female laughed and shouted in playful frustration every time, as her competitiveness drove her to find that one question that he wouldn’t be able to answer. She flung the cards into the room, every time he answered until they were scattered about the floor and on the couch around her.

Elijah felt more and more relaxed, now that he wasn’t thinking about his troubles and focused upon the merriment of his companion. Though, that could have had more to do with the amount of alcohol he had consumed. He was in a haze of bourbon and joyfulness.

This had been exactly what he had needed, he decided. A carefree night with the company of a beautiful woman, of whom he considered a good friend. He wouldn’t forget this moment of peaceful joy ever.

“Ugh! You’re just impossible to beat,” Camille finally sighed in defeat, throwing the Trivial Pursuit cards down on the low table in front of them. “I give up!”

The Original laughed and down the rest of the bourbon in his glass, sitting back in the armchair smugly.

“Oh, wipe that smug look off your face,” the human woman said, as she too sat back on the couch. “You’re so lucky that I can’t exact revenge upon you for this humiliating defeat or else I’d have to get you back for beating me so completely!”

“And if you could exact revenge, Miss O’Connell, what would you do?” Elijah asked her casually, not meaning anything by it.

A mischievous smirk spread across her lips then, as a lusty look entered her blue eyes suddenly. She sat up again and rested her arms on her thighs.

“Well, for one thing, I’d wipe that smug smile off your face, by doing this,” she answered.

Before the elegant vampire realized it, she was off the couch and leaning over him, capturing his lips with her own. Her tongue swept into his mouth and he could taste the bourbon there. So surprised by her actions, he didn’t immediately push her away.

In fact, he found he enjoyed the taste of her mouth, finding himself impulsively pushing her tongue out of his mouth and dipped his own into hers. His blood alit with a hungry desire that he couldn’t tell if it was bourbon induced or not. It wasn’t that he didn’t find Camille attractive, he did, but his feelings for her had always been ones of respect and friendly admiration.

Yet, despite their friendship, here Elijah was driven to lust for the young therapist. The desire to have her was strong in him and he wasn’t sure if he could resist in his hazy state of mind nor was he sure if he wanted to. He was drawn to it, wanting to let this surprise craving consume him, to further distract him from his still healing mind.

Realizing the trail of his mind he was wandering down, the Original tore his mouth from the human’s and gazed at her in surprise. “I don’t think we should go any further,” he whispered reluctantly.

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” she murmured back, pausing a moment and then kissing him again.

Elijah didn’t stop her. He momentarily gave into the desire that coursed through him, kissing her back hungrily and tugging her into his lap so that she straddled him. He cupped the side of her neck with one hand, while the other splayed across her back, while her hips rocked into him seductively in rhythm with their dancing tongues.

Again, he made himself eventually stop. The vampire pulled back and tried to regain some sanity. He even grabbed hold of her hips to stop her distracting movements.

“Camille, we shouldn’t do this,” he told her, his voice gruff with unfulfilled lust.

“Why not? You want to forget your troubles and I want to forget my own,” she responded, cupping his face in her little hands, her glassy eyes gazing at him sincerely. “We can do that together. We can let go for this one night and let everything else fade away. Tell me that you don’t want this escape, Elijah.”

He gazed at her contemplatively, knowing that he should deny her. After all, it wouldn’t do well for Niklaus to find out that he slept with the lovely woman, of whom the younger Mikaelson had feelings for. The hybrid would surely kill him for touching what he perceived as his.

On the other hand, his own budding romance with Hayley Marshall mattered not, now that she was going to marry her werewolf suitor and unify her pack. Therefore, he himself was free to do as he pleased.

Paired with that latter truth, Elijah found her words too persuasive to resist and he answered her, “Yes, I want this. I want you, even if only for the night.”

With that, the elegant vampire pulled her mouth to his in another hungry kiss. As he did, he stood up with her limbs still wrapped around him and sped them into her bedroom. He tossed her onto the bed with him standing over her, between her open legs.

As he watched Camille pant under his lustful gaze, he admired her beauty freely. She looked absolutely wild with her blonde locks spread out over the bed, her mouth agape, and her blue eyes wide with her own heated desire.

Elijah leaned over her and kissed her mouth briefly, before letting his lips descend over her face, her jaw, and down the column of her neck. He enjoyed the way she responded to his mouth’s caresses to her skin. She was very responsive to his touch, which pleased him greatly.

While his lips distracted her, his hands reached and caressed her body, before they gripped the flimsy material of the short dress she wore and tore the fabric open. His hands split it jaggedly down the middle, exposing her lacy undergarments. His fingers then caressed the soft, creamy flesh sensually, causing her to shiver in delight. Then his hand cupped one pert breast and kneading it gently, all the while continuing his kissing of her mouth.

Before long the need became too great and Elijah made quick work of his own clothes, practically tearing them from his body. His hands made short work of his suit jacket, then his tie and afterward, his shirt, of which he didn’t bother unbuttoning. Buttons went everywhere, but neither he nor the woman beneath him cared.

Once he was bare from the waist up, the Original tore Camille’s lacy panties from her body, tossing the ruined material away into the shadows of the lowly lit room. The scent of her ever growing arousal drove him on, made him all the more hungry for her.

From there, after he moved her further back on the bed, he quickly moved into position between her thighs and reached to undo his own pants, releasing his hardened length from the confines. Before he joined their bodies, he kissed her passionately.

Then he leaned back to grin at her as he affectionate brushed back her hair. He wanted to say something romantic to her, but found himself unable as her mouth reached for his and kept him from saying anything.

Instead of saying anything, Elijah aligned his cock with her wet entrance and with one quick stroke, joined their bodies. He was more gentle than he would normally be if he were with a werewolf or a fellow vampire or even a witch who had magic to protect them from harm. Even drunk, he was conscious of her fragility as a human. Therefore, while his movements were steady and firm, he was also careful.

Even so, he was passionate, making Camille moan loudly with his sharp, meaningful thrusts. Her arms snaked around his back to pull him close, while her legs curled around his hips. He enjoyed the way she was wrapped around him, but that enjoyment was intensifying when her nails began to rake his back.

Elijah hissed and groaned, before growling and forcing her hands away from his back, leaning back and taking them in hand, only to press them into the bed. He never ceased his steady pace, driving their combined pleasure higher and higher, moving quicker and harder with each stroke into her center.

“Elijah! Oh god,” the human woman cried out, as her eyes screwed shut.

Her hips began to rise from the bed to meet him thrust for thrust. It heightened both their pleasures, making the Original take her a little rougher. Though, she didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she enthusiastically started to shout in ecstasy, as she continued to move with him.

The sensations grew so wonderfully powerful that it didn’t take much more to drive them both over the edge of bliss.

Camille’s body seized beneath Elijah’s own. She arched into him, despite being held down to the bed. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth opened in a silent scream that became audible. It echoed around the room and was soon joined by the vampire’s own cries of completion. He came quickly with a few more thrusts and them slumped against the human woman.

In the afterglow, they held onto each other, contented with the silence between them. However, the alcohol still courses through their veins and before long, they were ready for more.

It was the blonde that made the move for another round, pushing the Original onto his back and smirking down at him drunkenly, “I definitely think I like this game more because it’s a game that I at least have a chance of winning.”

“You think so? Well, we’ll just gave to see about that,” Elijah smirked.

After that, for the rest of the night, the two lovers tried to outdo each other. In the end, Elijah won their competition, forcing Camille to tap out when he kept going after her, making her climax over and over again until she passed out.

When morning came, Elijah was already gone from Camille’s bed. Though he had held her the rest of the night as she slept curled against him, he hadn’t felt it appropriate to remain when she awoke.

He couldn’t say he regretted their night of passion, but he also felt guilty for giving into his own impulses. The human woman was a valued friend and he was concerned that crossing the line that they had, would ruin it. His fears seemed validated when she came downstairs with a timid expression and avoided talking about what had happened, choosing to pretend that nothing had happened between them.

Besides using his blood to heal her hangover that morning, they went about the rest of their time at the safe house as if they hadn’t been lovers for a night.

It wasn’t until after Elijah had blown up the house to stop his wicked brother Finn and they were heading back to New Orleans that they spoke of that passion filled night.

“I know we haven’t talked about - you know - but I hope you’ll agree that it should remain our little secret,” Camille said as she drove them back to the city with Hope in tow. “For our sakes, but also for Klaus’s and Hayley’s too.”

“Agreed,” the Original nodded. “Though, I do hope that what happened won’t change our friendship. I value that very much and would hate it if our night together ruined that.”

The blonde glanced at him sincerely, “Of course it won’t, because we won’t let it.”

He smiled in relief, “No, we won’t.”

“By the way, it was a wonderful night, Elijah, and I won’t forget it,” she said, gazing back at the road. “I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.”

“Of course. For all time, I’ll remember it fondly,” he replied.

Camille grinned teasingly, “Me too, but I must admit, I’ll never look at Trivial Pursuit the same way again. The memory of that night will always be associated with it for me.”

“Yes. I as well,” the Original said. “Always and forever.”

The End

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mostlytiredoffs · 6 years

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I feel like some people are so quick to dismiss yuzu saying that he's getting old and that he won't be able to keep up with the "new generation". But I can't help but look at that 3A gif you posted today and think "this kid isn't going to stop until he gets a 4A and when he gets that he's going to be unbeatable"

I don’t know how much you’ve been around anon, but according to the internet (and especially NA fans) Yuzuru’s career has ended about 93024903 times before now. He’s too old, he’s too young, he’s too inconsistent, he has too little quads, he has too many quads; all of these narratives have been used before. The point is, some people love him, but some people hate him, to the point in which they can’t wait for the day he will retire and in the meantime they have been dismissing his accomplishments for years.

I don’t think Yuzuru is going to be unbeatable (he’s human and he takes so many risks with his jumps and crazy entries), but there’s so much more to him than how many medals he’s won and how many records he’s broken (and we are talking about a guy who hasn’t finished lower than second since NHK 2014, when he was skating just two weeks after the CoC crash). Yuzuru’s career as a skater goes way beyond his medals and records: it’s how he won the Olympics with Japanese music, from a Japanese movie, while portraying a Japanese character, in a sport in which Asian skaters often have to skate to Western warhorses to have cultural programs. It’s how he keeps challenging the rules and himself, even though he could do less and still win. It’s how his skating has become a beacon of hope for so many people and how he has inspired so many through it.

I don’t know how many medals he will win or how many records he’ll set from now on, or when he’ll land the 4A. All I know is that he’s finally free to pursue his childhood dream and to skate for himself, and I couldn’t be happier to see that :)

That said if you see people say he can’t keep up with the new generation, always feel free to laugh in their face and tell them how he won an OGM while skating on an injured ankle and two weeks of practice xoxo

alright so let’s hear it. Which Alena K do you prefer watching? Alena Kanysheva or Alena Kostornaia? :D

I like Kostornaya more as a skater in general (there are few skaters I like more than Kostornaya lol) but at the moment I prefer watching Kanysheva. Kostornaya’s programs this year are about as horrifying as they could be and this does affect how much I enjoy her skating. Especially the free program; god the other day was the first time I actually didn’t love watching her, thanks Daniil!

Wait where are videos from Moscow open? I need to seeee

Here’s Kamila Valieva’s SP:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a3eE2Fq51Is&feature=youtu.be

Currently leading with 75.81 points (with 3 Bs so bonus points on spins). Recently switched to Eteri. Usacheva, another new Sambo member, scored 70, while Kostyuk scores 67+

In terms of size/height/ice coverage, in which competition has Yuzu jumped his biggest 3A yet? I’m inclined to say the SP @GPF2016, that one was HUGE and explosive….

Would need actual data to tell xD I was there at GPF16 but it would be hard to tell. Pretty sure his 3A is even bigger now, considering the footage I recently giffed. XD

Have to say I was verrrry impressed with Kamila V’s SP (some of it was just that she had okay music compared to some of her rink mates, but I thought she did a great job of selling the choreo). Def will keep an eye on her, hope she gets more chances in that crowded field. Alyona is still my fave in that cohort but like you I basically have to watch her on mute right now.

Valieva is actually not junior eligible yet (like Usacheva, Frolova and Shabotova) but she has had a lot of fans since she was like 8 years old. She was the cutest baby swan as a kid (you can find videos on YouTube, just type her name and there’s lots of baby Kamila videos) and she was very hyped from the start, because of her SS and IN at such a young age. She regressed a bit last year, really struggled with flip and lutz and then switched to Sambo 70. She will probably get her chance, her year isn’t super crowded :)

Yeah I am quite mad/worried for Kosto.

TSL (blah I know but this is worth the watch :)) uploaded some footage of Rika training at CO!! Her 3a looks so easy wtf she takes such a short set up in to it w so much speed. In the video she falls on a 3a-3t but anyways she’s looking really good!!

Thanks for pointing that out to me yesterday! I wish they had a longer video, cause I can’t wait to see how they changed the rest of the program!

The entry and exit of the 3S look real good, I am so so excited *-* and yeah her 3A set up is shorter than it used to be, they have tried to make it so in the last year. She and Tom sure had some fun working on this program ;P

Ksenia!! My fave Panover!! She really was wonderful today TwT. Everything is so smooth and dynamic. GREAT skating skills. GREAT jumps and spins. My fave of the day by far…. She was underscored. Sasha’s PCS were very high imo.30? really? Sasha is a jump prodigy but her pcs arent better than Ksenia or either Alena K. Or am I missing something?

I have a huge soft spot for Ksenia as well haaha I really love all of them truly, but the Kanysheva, Sinitsyna, Kostyuk trio own my heart. Ksenia is so so versatile, her IN/PE were the best today imo.

I think it’s normal that Sasha had high PCS, but she shouldn’t get higher PCS than Kostornaya for sure. She had great jumps yesterday, but the GOE for her spins and her PCS are indeed quite high imho. I think Ksenia could have gotten more, considering that Yelim (who I love, but wasn’t really great at all yesterday :(((() got more than she did.

#anon #replies #yuzuru hanyu #in which: i go off topic and talk a lot #sorry anon lol #alyona kanysheva #alyona kostornaya #kamila valieva #daria usacheva #ksenia sinitsyna

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truthofherdreams · 6 years

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please don’t stop the music

also on ao3

The following day, Lara Jean quite literally has to drag Chris out of bed so they are not late to the activities fair. Gen wants them to be at their stand two hours early, which is a bit much for what is only a glorified table and a bunch of flyers, if you want Lara Jean’s opinion. But of course Gen doesn’t want her opinion, so Lara Jean forces Chris to get up and get dressed, before her new friend zombies her way to the food hall and inhales more coffee than is probably healthy so early in the morning.

“Not a morning person, huh?” Lara Jean teases her around a mouthful of pancake.

The food hall has waffles too, but it feels too much of a treat. At home it is, because taking out the waffle maker and cleaning it afterward is too much of a hassle for everyday-breakfast, and so Lara Jean doesn’t step away from habits drilled into her since childhood.

Chris points at her own face, not without difficulty. “Not even a person at that point,” she replies in a grumble, before she takes another cup of coffee. She’s having a grand total of one chocolate cookie with that, and Lara Jean has no idea how she’ll survive until lunch.

She will probably have to start sneaking energy bars in her new friend’s pockets, just in case. But for now she settles on enjoying her breakfast and, as Chris is otherwise preoccupied, on checking her Instagram account. Margot posted stories when she was asleep, she and her boyfriend Ravi going out to some welcome-back party in Scotland, followed a few hours later by the picture of a single cup of tea and a gif of a sleepy cat. Kitty had a sleepover at a friend’s, and binged Games of Thrones, which isn’t worrying at all. Josh just arrived on campus; Lara Jean tries not to think about it too much.

And p_kavinsky is now following her.

She elects to ignore that, too.

By some kind of miracle, Chris find it in her to down two more expressos, which isn’t all that smart but manages to make her look a little more alive. And a lot more fidgety. Lara Jean has to steer her clear from the coffee machine, not to make matter worth. She has no idea how they make it to the grounds and the activities fair, but somehow they do. Another one of those miracles, without a doubt.

Gen is, quite obviously, already there and their stand is, quite obviously, just as sad as Lara Jean imagined it would be. Gen is piling up flyers on their table, and some kind of banderole is still rolled up at their feet. With more than a few hours notice, Lara Jean could have baked cupcakes or brownies to lull people into talking to them and taking an interest in the acapella group. But, as it is, she just teams up with Chris to put the banderole up, then to stick some pictures from past concerts and events under it. Gen has her laptop opened now, showing videos of different songs the group has been performing in the past.

Lara Jean has to admit it looks more legit than she thought at first and so, when they’re done, she snaps a picture of the stand and sends it to Margot. To show her sister she’s putting herself up there and trying new things, instead of just hiding behind her blankets with a book. If Margot’s replying message of three thumbs up is anything to go by, she made the right choice.

Morning is a bit slow, probably because people are still moving in and finding their bearings. A girl called Allie, with beautiful brown skin and long hair, joins them soon enough, and then Emily (Gen’s friend, as lovely as she is) and Pammy, whose face has so many freckles Lara Jean finds herself staring a little.

Chris introduces her to both Allie and Pammy, while the other two girls stand to the side and ignore them. It’s fine with Lara Jean, really, and soon the four of them find themselves playing a ruthless game of blind test with Allie’s phone. Chris is better at this than could be expected in her state, faster than all the other girls combined and proud in each of their wins. They switch to a party of Heads Up! When she proves unbeatable, until Pammy decides to spice it up a little bit, with a song association game. Give one word, find a song with that world as quickly as possible.

They are mostly messing around and having fun, but their singing actually turn heads once people start trickling by. Some even stop by, getting the force of Gen’s speech the moment they seem more interested than curious. A couple of girls even take a flyer, nodding and smiling, but Lara Jean is too busy having fun with her new friends to really notice how popular their stand really is.

“Popsicle!” Allie throws in their next round.

The song pops into Lara Jean’s mind immediately -- too many months of Margot obsessed with musicals, all types of musicals, for her not to know that one. Still, she hesitates. The song is powerful, more powerful than her voice can probably managed. She bites down on her lip, anxious, until Chris nudges her leg with the tip of her combat boot.

She raises her eyebrows at Lara Jean, teasing and challenging all at once.

Lara Jean straightens her back even as she takes a deep breath. “Dearest, darlingest Momsie and Popsicle,” she starts, her voice more confident than she feels.

Chris swallows back a grin, her voice flat. “My dear father.”

“There’s been some confusion over rooming here at Shiz,” they go on at the same time, managing to harmonise rather nicely despite never having done so before.

Chris seems impressed too, even if her voice turns into a small laugh as Lara Jean quickly grabs her phone and looks up the lyrics. She might know the song but -- she’s not entirely well-versed in all the lyrics, so a bit of help is always nice. They go through the lines easily -- too easily, perhaps.

“There's been some confusion, for you see, my roomate is…”

Lara Jean rolls her eyes theatrically as she adds, in a voice that is not entirely hers, more high-pitched than she really is comfortable, “Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe…”

“Blonde,” Chris states in a deadpan voice, swatting Lara Jean’s hair in the process.

They both laugh a little, which makes for a shaky few lines. Not that it matters much, when they’re having so much fun. It’s not really about the quality of their voices, more about this moment they are sharing, Chris looking at the lyrics above her shoulder and grinning like a madwoman, Lara Jean forgetting about her fear of the spotlight.

People do stop and stare, and listen. She can feel their eyes on her even as she jumps into the chorus with Chris, and to her feet. Chris grabs her hand even as she sings about how much she loathes Lara Jean, and the effect is lost on how much the both of them are giggling.

Allie and Pammy provide the background singing for them, Pammy now having her phone opened on the lyrics too. Even Gen has stopped talking to look at them -- Lara Jean chances a glance her way, and the blonde’s eyes are unreadable. Like she is puzzled, upset at them stealing the attention away from her, and delightfully surprised all at once.

“What is this feeling, so sudden and new? I felt the moment I led my eyes on you…”

A crowd has gathered around them now. Lara Jean’s heart is racing. Adrenaline. Fear. Unadulterated joy. She grins, and laughs, and sings. Damn, does she sings.

“Truly, deeply loathing, my whole life long!”

Chris gets into her face to scream a ‘Boo!’ and Lara Jean’s answering shriek of fake surprise is swallowed by the applause around them. One boy is whistling. Gen is already yelling about whoever might be interested to join their group. Emily shoves flyers into people’s face.

And there, behind the crowd, is Peter staring right at Lara Jean. Even with Chris’ arm thrown around her shoulders, the both of them laughing together, Lara Jean feels his eyes on her and turns her head toward him. Her laugh dies on her tongue when he smiles at her -- that full-face smile, with the scrunching nose and everything -- and holds his can of coke up as a silent toast.

Chris notices, because of course she does, her eyes travelling between Lara Jean and Peter before the slightest of frowns settles between her brows. “You know Peter?” she asks, her voice soft enough for the alarm bells in Lara Jean’s head to start chiming.

“Yeah, he’s an old friend. How do you know him?”

Chris evens her with A Look, capital letters and all. “He’s Gen’s Peter,” is all she needs to say for a stone to drop in Lara Jean’s stomac, right at the bottom. “I mean, he was Gen’s, they broke up, but...”

She remembers yesterday’s awkward conversation with Gen, the certainty in her voice when she declares than her boyfriend and she were still together. “He still belongs to her,” Lara Jean finishes for her friend, though she has no idea why she’s disappointed.

It’s not as if she wanted to date Peter, or anything. Sure, reuniting with him after all those years yesterday was nice, and they had a pleasant chat after the initial accident was put behind. He even made her laugh once or twice, and grinned every time she stifled a giggle behind her hand. And it was nice, getting to know Peter K again. Nice, but different. Unexpected.

Lara Jean hadn’t thought past meeting with him once in a while, to grab coffee and chat. But it seems her subconscious had other ideas, now crushed under the heel of Gen’s ugly Uggs. It’s okay, though. She had a crush on him once, and she got over him. It won’t be hard to do the same again now, especially since it’s barely even a crush. Just… an interest.

“It’s fine,” she says out loud. To Chris or to herself, she doesn’t know. “He’s not my type anyway.”

Chris’ laugh is sarcastic at best. And loud, too loud. “Excuse me? Dude, I’m a lesbian but even I find him cute. Like, come on…”

Lara Jean purses her lips and shakes her head, a little too manically, until Chris drops it. She unwraps her arm from around Lara Jean’s shoulders to take a few steps back. She doesn’t say anything, but she points two fingers at her eyes, then at Lara Jean’s, then at hers again. Lara Jean rolls her eyes, but smiles.

“Yeah, sure,” Chris comments. “Okay, come, let’s steal some food from the queer club, I’m starving.”

Lara Jean follows, not without one last glance above her shoulder.

Peter is long gone.

#covinsky #covinsky ff #covinsky fanfic #to all the boys I've loved before #fanfic #ff: tatbilb #ff: please don’t stop the music

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peachesyoongo · 6 years

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warm me up, it’s the least you could do ♡ {p1}

fluffy, yoongi neighbour!au/winter!au

-Your neighbourhood was always quite close knit and quiet, so the idea of a new neighbour felt quite alienating and daunting not just to you, but to everyone

-Seokjin drove himself crazy trying to figure out what he should bake that the mysterious new person would definitely like, and pestered you every day with new recipes

-Not that you minded much- you’d grown up with Jin’s cooking and it was truly unbeatable

-Jungkook, on the other hand, tucked himself away all day and played video games, convincing himself that the new neighbour would be intimidating and too hard to talk to, to the point where even his beloved Taehyung couldn’t bring him out

-You were kind of worried for the younger boy, having grown up having him as your designated younger brother with a scar from play-fighting, gappy teeth, the widest smile and a shy personality

-Tae had helped him come out of his shell a lot though, and you were thankful for that, only hoping he would perform his magic now when everything started changing around Jungkook

-And then there was you, quite possibly the worst because this new person would be living right next to you, and really they could never be a patch on Hoseok

-Hoseok, your super sweet and bubbly next door neighbour who’d randomly show up in your house with his set of keys and a bunch of movies you’d seen so many times you could both recite them, forcing you onto the sofa to watch them with him

-Whilst you were more than happy that he was going off to Seoul to follow his dream of being a big-time choreographer, you were sort of bitter about the fact that one of your closest friends was being literally replaced by some strange new person so easily-it just didn’t feel fair that anyone could replace Hoseok in your neighbourbood

-So, when the day finally arrived and you saw that huge moving van outside your house, you decided you’d pay no attention to the newcomer- I mean, who needs a new neighbour when you can just video chat Hoseok like he never left?

-But you’d never been so wrong, because a person like this was hard to ignore for too long, though trust me you tried

-It may have been easy to think you could live your life with headphones and hoodies to help you look down and avoid his existence, but your new neighbour’s passion for blasting hip-hop and rapping along at full volume and strange personality was hard to overlook

-His name was Min Yoongi, according to Joon from Number 34, and he’d picked a really sucky time to move into your area as it had been snowing consistently for the past 2 weeks

-Even you’d been shivering even in your thick coat and knitted scarf as you forced yourself out to walk a way too excitable Maisy

-Maisy was your dog and she was pretty much the only reason you didn’t bang your head against the wall on a daily basis

-Without your family nearby, it was quite easy to get lonely, even though you’d found good friends in your neighbours

-Now because Hoseok had gone, Maisy with her fluffy white coat and cute little nose really was the only source of comfort you had

-So walking her consistently and for a couple of miles a day was the least you could do for her in return for the companionship and happiness she’d brought you

-But it seemed that you weren’t the only one with a dog in the area, the new Min Yoongi that you’d been pretending didn’t exist also had a dog, which made him even harder to avoid despite his loud musical habits

-Oh yes, he had a dog- a dog that apparently needed to go out to be walked at exactly the same time as Maisy did every single day at exactly 6:30 am, coincidentally

-I mean who walks their dog at 6:30 in the morning?

-You, apparently

-And Yoongi

-But it wasn’t the fact that you literally walked out of your doors at the same time that made the situation so strange, it was that Yoongi came out everyday in the snow with a bright red umbrella

-Literally bright red-you couldn’t miss it if you tried

-It was kind of endearing, but you didn’t want to think about it too much

-Hoseok, remember?

-But after a while of seeing him everyday and having him do a slightly awkward wave at you, you’d come to notice that he really was pretty cute

-and after god knows how many hours of hearing his hip hop, you’d sort of realised his rapping style was really pretty

-so it just so happened you found your heart fluttering every time you heard his little lisp alter the words when the sound bled through the walls

-He had messy curled black hair and the deepest dark brown eyes and a toothy smile that made your heart melt, even if it was the most awkward smile you’d ever seen

-in fact, you’d seen him genuinely laugh at his dog, a little black sausage dog, on many occasions and seeing his gums poke out as he laughed made you smile too and your cheeks go slightly rosy and warm with all of those messy feelings he gave you

-God damn it

-After that, it didn’t take many days for your heart to start racing every time he waved at you, and you being hell bent on going the other direction to where he was walking saved you many an awkward interaction as a result of your childish feelings

-Thank God, because let’s face it, you’re Y/n- you were bound to say something wildly embarrassing

-But there was only so long you could take seeing the dumb boy with the cute smile and the red umbrella in the snow before you had to do something, you just had to

-it was driving to a point of crazy that was becoming unfathomable- you thought about him almost all the time, no matter what you heard or what other people had been talking about in front of you

-Min Yoongi had assumed his place on the forefront of your mind

-So, when you both walked out at 6:30am on the dot the next morning in the snow, Yoongi clad as always in his black winter coat with the hood up and his signature red umbrella above his head, you waved first and began to yell

-‘Hey! I have a question!’

-He laughed and you couldn’t help but feel your chest flutter at the sound, his little dog leaping excitedly at the interaction

-‘Go ahead!’ He replied, cupping his mouth with his hands- his voice was so much deeper than you’d imagined and it made the butterflies so much worse

-‘Why do you always have an umbrella in the snow?’ Your face burned

-‘So I don’t get all wet like you! You should try it sometime.’ He laughed and pointed at your clothes, covered in small spots of water from the flecks of snow that had found their way into your clothes, leaving you breathless

-It was so stupid how a dumb conversation with a premature crush had you in such a way

-You decided to yell, determined not to let the opportunity slip away

-‘Hey! I’m not done!’

-He turned around, signature gummy grin wide on his face as he raised his eyebrows

-In your moment of confidence, you started to run towards him, feet almost slipping in the snow as Maisy ran excitedly along beside you

-You felt the redness of the cold spread across your skin and the cold air race inside your body as you laughed and tried to catch your breath, still wondering why and how you had the courage to do that

-‘So what did you want to say?’

-You felt the lump in your throat, chest burning and heat rushing to your cheeks despite the bitterness of the weather as you stuttered

-‘Wanna walk together?’

-And you’d never seen Yoongi’s smile so wide as he laughed that laugh that makes your heart melt and feel like it’s actually beating at the same time

-Y/n, haven’t you seen that’s what I’ve being trying to do ever since I moved in?’

-You went bright red, shaking your head as you tried to calm yourself down about how Min Yoongi had been trying to talk to you for the past 2 weeks

-And how Min Yoongi had purposefully made sure he walked his dog at the same time as yours every damn day

-And that could mean that Min Yoongi likes you too?

-You shook your head, trying not to meet those pretty hazel eyes that you knew could make you babble on about how much you frickin adored him before your brain could try and stop you

-‘Really?’ He laughed a little, clearly equally as confused at how you missed all those signals

-You swear you’re the dumbest girl oh my gOD WHY

-‘Mm’

-You looked back up at him again and for a moment the world seemed to stop spinning because all you could think about was YoongiYoongiYoongi and how close you were and how perfect and pretty his smile was and how you’d never noticed the little mole on his cheek before

-‘Well, I guess we better make up for lost time then’

-And thats when he grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers with his warmer ones and making the heat of him feel stronger than the cold around you both as you started to walk, the fresh snow sinking beneath your feet...

TO BE CONTINUED

EXAMS ARE OVER!

honestly i am the most relieved haha!

it’s good to be back :)

this is quite rushed but I really really wanted to get the first part done, and the next part will come soon and more requested aus to come!

comment your thoughts and have a lovely day/evening/night ♡

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forthemultiverse · 6 years

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Young Justice Headcanons (2)

A Teenaged Night In

- They still found a way to blame Robin when they found out Batman had walked in on them again.

- Technically he was the one that set up the game station in the cave…

- And technically it was his hard drive of illegally downloaded TV Shows and Movies.

- It all began when Artemis outed that Dick and Wally weren’t available one night because they were at the Batcave, playing video games.

- M’gann asked what video games they played. having heard the time a few times at school, and instead of just welcoming everyone to the cave, Dick and Wally decided to relocate to the mountain.

- He linked the training simulator to the video game so it was like some super high tech virtual reality game.

- Wally and Dick started explaining how to play the game to the group and Kaldur picked it up immediately.

- He destroyed them all.

- They never saw him coming

- He’d just appear, score points, disappear and somehow gain even more points.

- Conner…not so much

- He’s a button masher but doesn’t know the actual combos

- No technique, just hit and hope for the best.

- They can’t let him play certain characters in fighter games because button mashing started to work for him and Dick refused to lose.

- They started a rotation thing, every one pairing up to try and complete one of the levels

- Dick and Wally are an unbeatable combination, they didn’t even need to communicate in full sentences.

- They just played off each other to destroy all of the bad guys

- Seeing them be such nerds and so successful set off the next part of the night.

- M’gann watched them and suddenly started singing Two-Player Game from Be More Chill

- Dick started joining in as he played, attempting to sing at the top of his lungs and still play well.

- Wally and he were distracted by the song and started stupidly dancing along to the words.

- When they completed the level and the song had stopped, everyone was laughing and wanted to know why Robin knew all of the words.

- “My dad supports theatre and stuff…” he carefully phrased. “But if we are introducing musicals, a throwback to the other night, we need to show them High School Musical.”

- “Oh my god yes!” Zatanna clapped

- That discussion turned into a full-blown debate

- They all knew that they had to show theme High School Musical, but what about all the other Disney movies?

- What order to you watch DCOMS and the normal Animated Movies

- And what about Pixar

- What about the Pixar Timeline

- Or the must-watch animated TV shows like Avatar The Last Airbender

(Fight me, we all know Wally or Dick would have watched it and worshipped it)

- They binged all three High School Musical movies, the group that already knew the words trying their best not to ruin the musical numbers

- They failed, Dick started singing and dancing ‘I Don’t Dance because it’s his jam (+he’s the youngest and a ball of sunshine with no self-control yet)

- They also starting ‘arguing’ about whether Sharpay was truly a bad character.

- They started Avatar the Last Airbender and made Kaldur do the water movement each opening credits.

- They also didn’t get very far into the episode because they kept making Kaldur copy Katara.

- They stopped because Artemis started thinking about M’gann’s love of ‘Hey Megan’

- She suggested they should watch Friends

- The thing about Artemis is, she didn’t have much of a happy childhood, and she certainly didn’t have all the TV channels or a Netflix account to watch all of these shows on.

- She watched them illegally from rooftops and closet when she was hiding from her dad. She’d watch every time he and Jade had an argument before Jade ran away.

- She binged hundreds of shows when joining Gotham Academy to try and fit in, she thought she’d understand all the references, but she was wrong.

- Watching the shows now, surrounded by a group of people who loved her, laughing out loud and saying whatever she wanted, without the fear of being found and told off/caught in the middle of an argument.

- Thinking about it all made her snuggle even closer to Wally’s chest.

- She wouldn’t trade that feeling for anything.

- Artemis and Wally started the clapping in the Friends Theme Tune since they had it on constantly when they had more relaxed dates.

- Soon M’gann joined in. Overly excited, and clapping far too many times since she didn’t know what the rhythm was.

- Soon everyone was clapping randomly.

- Dick and Wally started deliberately trolling the group by clapping out of time, or adding too many times.

- They watched the first three seasons and started classifying each other as the characters.

- They didn’t settle on anyone definitely because they all kept arguing.

- Some people would say Wally was Joey, since he used to flirt with everyone - but now he was with Artemis…it was harder

- Wally said Robin was definitely a Joey but no one agreed with him. They didn’t know Dick Grayson - ward of the billionaire playboy, the Dog who kissed Barbara Gordan in a closet during his fourteenth birthday party. (Dick identifies as Janice)

- Since they’d watched friends, Raquel said they needed to watch How I Met Your Mother, since she’d started watching it from the recommended section on Netflix.

- The Slap Bet is now banned from the mountain because if Conner manages to somehow win - you are screwed

- Plus, M’gann knows if you’re cheating to get extra slaps

- And Dick always wins, even if the bet is over something as small as the most popular ice cream flavour or the name of some random background actor.

- He then goes on a mini-rant how he’s constantly pressured by Batman and the second he lives home, he’s going to relax his head and focus on the things he wants to know - like people and real team leading, not just I always have a planning team leading.

- After the mini-rant, they needed something to lighten the mood. They could see the tension Robin’s feeling about Batman, and they aren’t ready to be the catalyst to their breakup.

- Wally suggested ICarly

- The Theme tune is all that’s heard from Kaldur’s room from that point forward for about a month and a half.

- Seddie versus Ceddie.

- They’re all team Seddie, and Dick totally doesn’t make them rewatch the first kiss from Season Five three times just because he can’t deal with how amazing it was.

- That pisses Wally off even more as the gang then say that a hopeless romantic like that couldn’t possibly be a dog/flirt

- Little do they know Dick just has emotional problems that stop him from expressing his hopeless love for people.

- They thought about all the videos of them up from their last non-superhero adventure and considered making their own little online show. Just some small vlogs about them training, or the stupid things Kid Flash does.

- They decided against ever publishing them since they can’t trust themselves not to use real names by accident (or just showing too much personality that would allow people to figure out who they are)

- Batman had said they were a team to work on the sly.

(cackling from a distance)

- Robin makes the Youtube channel anyway, just in case they ever change their mind.

- Zatanna also makes a team Instagram to post short videos or photos, they all have the password so they can post whenever they feel like it.

- They have to be careful they don’t accidentally post on their civilian account

(I reckon Dick fucks up one time, and that’s how the team find out his identity, but all the civilians just assume that something’s up with the Wayne’s so the team were brought in for protection)

- Watching ICarly leads them into looking at what exactly Dick has on his hard drive

- Phineas and Ferb came on by accident, and even though they’re all tired and half asleep, it’s too entertaining to turn off.

- It also got Wally in the mood for Snow Cones, due to the Swinter episode, meaning they attempted to make them, sending him and his superspeed off to grab the stuff for it.

- Watching Phineas and Ferbs starts an OG Team meme

- “Aren’t you kids a little young to be saving the world?”

- “Yes, yes we are,”

- Batman saw the social media account and wants to know what’s going on/ Why Dick hasn’t been home for over twenty-four hours?

- He walked into the mountain, and they were all too caught up in Snow Cones, lack of sleep, and kids cartoons to notice his arrival (even though the system announced it)

- He heard them laughing and thought about all the argument’s he and Dick had been having recently.

- He thought of Artemis’s stolen childhood

- How M’gann and Kaldur were now apart of earth culture, but they never grew up here, M’gann faced discrimination on Mars, Kaldur trained in magic. They didn’t get childhoods in their worlds, and they at least should get a moment of childhood here on earth.

- He thought of Zatanna, being forced to see Fate every time the Justice League was around, and how she can’t do anything to free her dad. Her family was so close, yet, she had still lost him.

- Raquel was inspired to help people by the team, that was her choice, but it still wasn’t fair. She may have chosen to give up a normal life, but she deserved a break.

- He thought of Conner. Clark was working harder to welcome Conner into his family, but it’s hard enough dealing with teenagers and Conner had appeared as a sixteen-year-old, and he was going to be that age forever. Conner was brainwashed to think he was a weapon; he deserved to feel like he was more than that.

- He retreated into the teleporter, disappearing away to let the kids have that weekend off.

- They deserved a weekend off, a night in.

- They deserved to enjoy teenaged culture.

Part One: Teenaged Night Out

Sorry guys, I wanted to write some cutie TV show stuff plus some sadness that was just on my mind. Hope people like it <3<3

xx Scarlett

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real-life-pine-tree · 7 years

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Rehabilitation: A New Flower Blooms (7/?)

Side effects may include a loss of self-identity and individuality, frequent nightmares, questioning your own existence, severe mental trauma, constant panic attacks, spontaneous crying at random moments, and a strong desire to stay with loved ones at all cost. Co-written with @violetganache42. Takes place between Chapters 6 and 7 of Arc-V Aftermath.

While that was going on, loud dragon roars could be heard from the Obelisk Blue dorm at Duel Academy. Why was that? Because Yuri set up his alarm clock so he would wake up to the sound of Starving Venom's roars every morning.

The cabbage-haired counterpart politely turned off his alarm and stretched. "Good morning Dennis," he said after yawning.

"Good morning Yu-" Dennis started to say, then he looked at his roommate and smirked.

"What are you so happy about?" Yuri asked.

"It's your hair," Dennis answered. "It looks a lot like Yuya's hair."

"Don't be ridiculous," Yuri said as he got up and walked over to the dorm bathroom. "My hair looks nothing like-"

He cut his sentence short when he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror. His dual-colored purple and pink hair stuck out in downward-pointing spikes all around his head with the exception of two short spikes pointing upwards. His bed head did look awfully similar to his Pendulum counterpart's hairstyle.

Dennis let out a small laugh. "Very funny, McField," Yuri dryly said as he left the bathroom.

"But it kind of is," Dennis pointed out as he also got out of bed to get dressed. "You're the complete opposite of Yuya, yet your messy hair looks just like his."

Yuri walked over to a potted plant near a windowsill. "Just be glad you're one of my closest allies," he said, opening a nearby ant farm and using tweezers to take out a few ants and put them on a Petri dish.

"Otherwise you would have carded me at this point?" Dennis jokingly asked, recalling one of their usual jokes.

"Don't be absurd," Yuri said. He proceeded to use the tweezers to place the ants in the mouths of his Venus flytrap (which he nicknamed 'Goddess'). "After everything we went through, that joke of ours is no longer funny."

Dennis wasn't sure what Yuri meant by that; was it because carding people is now considered illegal and Leo had his students stop using that tactic altogether? Either that or Yuri's revival in Yuya's body had him have a change of heart and doesn't want to anyone to mention carding at all. Or maybe…was it because he saw his best friend card himself?

Dennis was silent for a few minutes as Yuri watered his plant. "Is it because-"

"Dennis McField, I swear, don't you ever pull a stunt like that again," Yuri interrupted, his voice cracking in sorrow. "When I found out what you did, I was so upset. It was against Leo's orders to show no weakness, but I didn't care." He started shaking as he placed his watering can next to Goddess. "Yet that sign of weakness is what caused Zarc to fully corrupt me."

Dennis felt a pit of sadness in his heart. "You really see me as a friend?" he asked.

"I wasn't sure at first," Yuri admitted, walking over to the dorm's closet and taking out his uniform. "But after I got my body back, I realized something."

"What's that?" Dennis asked.

"You're more than a friend," the Predaplant user confessed, looking at his roommate. "If I wasn't attracted to girls, I would have asked you out on a date by now."

Dennis let out a small chuckle. "Funny," he said. "That's exactly how I feel about you."

Yuri's eyes grew wide as tears slightly started to form. Dennis actually looks up to him as more than a friend? Well, he and Celina rarely saw each other since Leo kept them separated, leading to the Obelisk Dueltainer to fill in the gap; as a result, they have been inseparable ever since.

"You...really feel that way about me?" Yuri asked.

"Of course," Dennis answered, having finished putting on his uniform. "Ever since Leo put us in the same Obelisk Force branch, there was something about you that drew me towards you. Maybe it was your dueling style or even your personality, but I certainly felt a connection between us. That was why I wanted to be your second-in-command when you were promoted. Because while you never saw me as a friend at first, I could tell that you deeply care about me."

Yuri smiled softly. "Thank you, Dennis," he said. "I'm glad someone still cares about me."

"What about Sora?" Dennis asked.

Yuri headed back to the bathroom and picked up a dark green comb that was soaked in a cup of water. "He is a recent friend," he explained, using the damp comb to comb his hair into place. "I have known you for a good number of years."

He never forgot the day he met his first ever friend at Duel Academy. Throughout his childhood, he grew up without any friends because of his skills. He was incredibly talented and enjoyed defeating his opponents, making him virtually unbeatable; however, all the students feared him to the point where they stepped aside where they saw him walking by. Due to his rather impressive strength, no one dared to approach him, leaving him without any friends. He didn't mind though…at least, from the outside. Deep inside, he really wanted company and share his strength with someone in duels, but with everyone not even going near him, it only made his insecurities and nervousness worse. In fact, the only one that accompanied him was his own shadow.

So when Yuri met Leo, things changed. He finally had someone he could look up to. And a few weeks later, he was placed in Obelisk Force, where the biggest change of his life occurred.

"Yuri, this is Obelisk Force Branch 3A-2," Leo informed. "From now on, these soldiers are your comrades."

To Yuri's surprise, a boy his age with curly red hair rushed over to him. "Nice to meet you, Yuri," he happily said, shaking his hand. "My name is Dennis McField. Let's be partners from now on."

"P-Partners?" Yuri asked, surprised by Dennis' boldness.

"Yeah," Dennis said. "The Professor has talked about how strong you are, so I want to be seen as your equal."

Yuri couldn't find the right words to describe how he felt, but his face said it all, from his eyebrows raised up in surprise by what he heard to his slightly ajar mouth. Dennis was the second student who wasn't afraid of him and truly accepted him at Duel Academy; Celina did get to meet him a while ago, but Leo keeping the two generally distant prevented her from expressing her opinions on his strength face to face. In other words, Yuri's first encounter with his new partner made him finally feel welcomed at this school.

Yuri smiled softly at Dennis. "Thank you," he said, knowing this was the beginning of a wonderful partnership.

Back in the present day, Yuri had just finished combing his hair into place, looking exactly like his usual hairstyle than Yuya's, and was about to get dressed into his usual uniform. "I never forgot that day," he said as he took off his sleepwear shirt and tossed it into a nearby hamper.

"Neither did I," Dennis agreed, spraying some cologne on his wrists. "And we have been inseparable ever since."

"By the way, I noticed Goddess has sprouted some new bulbs," Yuri said, changing topics. "Have you been taking care of her in my absence?"

"Of course," Dennis answered. "I even looked over the care guide you wrote for her so I never forgot any important steps."

"I see," Yuri said. "So did anything important happen while I was away?"

"Not much," Dennis replied. "Another student gala is coming up. Sora already asked out that Blair girl from Slifer Red, and I already agreed for us to go on a double date with the Tyler sisters."

"The Tyler sisters?" Yuri repeated.

"Is there something wrong with them?" Dennis asked.

"There is," Yuri admitted, having finished putting on his uniform and giving his hair one last check. "I was hoping to ask Miss Celina out."

Celina? Why her? Isn't he aware that they have a rivalry with each other ever since Zuzu was revived? So naturally, the Performage user had to ask.

"Why Celina?" Dennis asked. "Aren't you two rivals?"

"Of course we are," Yuri answered. "Need I remind you that Duel Academy galas have sparring duels as a side activity?"

"Oh right," Dennis said. "We haven't had a gala in such a long time that I forgot about that part."

Duel Academy galas are similar to regular galas, but they have their own alterations. Every year, the students dress up formally in dresses and suits, regardless of what their rankings were; Slifer Red, Ra Yellow, and Obelisk Blue students were required to wear regal clothing whenever they attend this annual event. In the ballroom, a long, fancy table is set up not too far from the entrance and a variety of exquisite foods and drinks are aligned on it for the attendees to sample or have. One of the corners of the room has an orchestra playing music in front of a dance floor for any couples to waltz to the rhythm. What makes Duel Academy galas different than most galas is everyone who took part in them were permitted to duel in the gymnasium.

"Precisely," Yuri said. He left the bathroom as he spoke. "And I wish to duel Miss Celina during the next gala."

"Are you sure?" Dennis asked. "I-"

"Of course I'm sure, my dearest friend," Yuri said. "And since we are now both in proper attire for today, shall we start things off at the survival arena for morning practice?"

"Actually, Leo dismantled it," Dennis explained.

Yuri was surprised to hear that. "What about the dueling obstacle course?"

"It was also dismantled," Dennis repeated.

Yuri was silent for a few seconds. "...Then the underwater breathing dorm-"

"Also dismantled," Dennis explained. "And before you say anything else, I'm afraid to report that ever since Zuzu was revived, Leo got rid of all of the training areas."

Yuri shot his eyes wide open and had his mouth opened a little and his bushy eyebrows curved in a similar manner to what he did when he thought Yugo was making fun of him on what happened to Zuzu back in the Synchro Dimension. This time, however, he was more heartbroken by what he heard. With all training areas dismantled, what will the students do instead of train?

"Then what are we supposed to do?" Yuri asked.

"Leo is trying to make Duel Academy more like a normal boarding school," Dennis explained. "So in place of the training areas, he established extracurricular activities and clubs. I, myself, joined the drama club."

"But... But I spent my whole life training to be a soldier," Yuri said. "What am I supposed to do now?"

"Join the gardening club?" Dennis suggested.

That intrigued Yuri's interests. "Gardening club?" he repeated.

"Yeah," Dennis answered. "You can even show off Goddess."

A small grin appeared on Yuri's face. "Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to show off her new bulbs..." he decided.

Taking the garden pot that had Goddess in it off the windowsill, Yuri and Dennis left their dorm room and exited through the male Obelisk Blue dormitory doors. Having a variety of clubs being hosted in the rooms that once had training areas admittedly seemed like a good idea; after spending over a decade being trained to carry out the Arc Project and Revival Zero, it felt nice to have the students finally express their different interests. It would also give them opportunities to meet the other students and make new friends. In Yuri's case, joining the gardening club would be a perfect chance to show off his pet Venus flytrap to a certain someone, especially since the plant's bulbs have appeared.

Inside the Academy, Dennis led the way because he knew which room the gardening club was being held. As Yuri followed him down the halls, a familiar figure was pacing herself in the opposite direction of where they were heading. He recognized the indigo hair and orange handkerchief anywhere: it was Celina and she was back at Duel Academy! It was quite surprising to see her here of all places.

"Miss Celina!" Yuri exclaimed, sounding a little too happy. "What brings you here?"

"Don't get too comfortable," Celina said, holding some papers. "I'm not staying here for long."

"What?" Yuri asked. "Why-"

"I tried to tell you about this," Dennis interrupted. "Look at what she's holding."

Yuri looked at the papers. "Transfer files?"

"Yep," Celina said. "Starting today, I'm transferring to Paradise Prep."

Just like that, Yuri felt his heart shatter, but it was more like it broke in half. Celina transferring to Paradise Prep? Why would she do that? He had plans to go out with her to the upcoming gala and now they're being thrown right out the window. Deep inside where his shattered heart was, he could feel a burning sensation within him starting to surface, almost as if he needed to be with her. No, it felt more like he has to be with her. Noticing how heartbroken his friend was, Dennis took Goddess as a way to make sure the former doesn't accidentally drop her out of his hands.

"But Miss Celina, you cannot leave!" Yuri begged, sounding a bit frantic. "I was hoping you would attend the next gala with me!"

"Look, as much as I would like to improve Duel Academy, I need to take a break from this school," Celina explained. "I want to have a normal education-"

"BUT YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME!" Yuri yelled out, his eyes glowing purple much like when he Awakened.

The sudden outburst shocked Celina and Dennis, nearly dropping her transfer files and gripping the pot tighter respectively. Was this another side effect of Yuri retaining his original body again?

Fortunately a single glance at his plant made Yuri snap out of it, causing his eyes to stop glowing. "Dennis, be careful," he said. "Goddess doesn't like it when someone grips her pot too tightly."

"Sorry Yuri," Dennis said. "You kind of...went dragon."

"Did I?" Yuri asked.

"Look, I have no idea what's going on," Celina said. "But if you really want me to attend the school gala, I'll go."

Yuri let out a delighted chuckle. "Why, thank you," he said. "I promise it will be an evening you will never forget."

Shortly after that ordeal, the Obelisk duo arrived at the gardening club, which used to be a room where stealth training was held. They remembered how there were special computers on the upper floor that were implemented with Solid Vision with mass, creating simulated scenarios of different difficulty levels to help the students practice what they know about stealth. Now everything has been reconstructed to make it look more like a shrine room with two tables set up parallel from each other with flower arranged on them and the right side of the room having a scroll hanged up, which contained a picture of a small bird sitting on a tree branch.

In front of the young teenage boys was a girl around the same age as them, sitting on her knees and trimming a small flower tree. She has long, straight, black hair tied into a short ponytail with a purple ribbon and icy blue eyes which appeared to be glazed. She wears a transparent light blue veil on top of her head, a pair of antennae that resembled flower pistils located in between her front bangs and above her short, thick yet feminine, black eyebrows, and a burgundy kimono with a pink and light yellow floral pattern on the sleeves and bottom along with a cream sash with a scarlet ribbon tied on it, white socks, and a pair of tan flat sandals.

The girl's name was Lotus Hanazoe who specializes in ikebana, a Japanese art of flower arrangement. She was originally from the XYZ Dimension, but after the Interdimensional War had ended, she began attending Duel Academy; it marked a huge milestone in the school's history since it primarily consists of people from the Fusion Dimension, but seeing an XYZ resident taking part in the school after the events of what happened felt like a subtle sign of forgiveness to Leo. Of course, Duel Academy has a policy that students transferring from their old schools must start out in Slifer Red, so she was no exception.

"And it seems we have visitors joining us today," Lotus said, speaking to the attending students. "If I'm not mistaken, you're Dennis McField and Yuri from the now-disbanded Obelisk Force."

"Correct," Yuri said. "And allow me to introduce you to my plant." He held up Goddess. "Behold, the world's most perfect Venus flytrap!"

The students were a bit surprised. "A Venus...flytrap?" Lotus repeated. "That seems a bit...off."

"Oh, you have nothing to fear," Yuri proudly said. "Ever since the Professor gave me Goddess as a gift, I have made sure she was properly taken care of. She has a strict diet of ants and water once every two weeks with the occasional fly as a treat on special days. And look, she has sprouted new bulbs!"

The students weren't sure how to react to this; even after the War had ended and Zarc split back into his reincarnations again, they never forgot that he was the same kid who was so powerful at Duel Monsters that he made himself infamously feared around the Academy. He's a nearly invincible Duelist with very few friends and the students still couldn't believe that he ended up having a higher status than Obelisk Force because of it.

Yuri quickly noticed the students' feared expressions. "I see..." he said, sounding a bit heartbroken. "I can tell when I'm not needed." He headed for the door. "I shall leave you to your club-"

"Hold on," Lotus said. "Am I detecting genuine guilt in your voice?"

Yuri didn't respond. "I can tell that you feel genuinely upset for what happened to everyone in the four dimensions," Lotus continued. "And while your plant doesn't appear to fit in among the greenery that the other students have, I suppose we could give you and your Venus flytrap a chance."

"Really?" Yuri asked.

"Lotus, are you sure?" a Ra Yellow girl asked.

"Of course, I'm sure," Lotus answered. "Yuri of the former Obelisk Force rank, while I heard about your vicious dueling methods, I also heard about how much you care for plants."

"Well I do," Yuri said, proudly showing off Goddess once more. "Goddess is my pride and joy. I even created a small contraption to help feed her once every two weeks when I'm absent."

"I see," Lotus said, showing interest. "Do tell."

As Yuri explained everything about Goddess, Dennis notified him that he'll be heading over to the drama club in the meantime. So with his friend busy with his club, Yuri was enjoying the atmosphere of the gardening club. But a few minutes later, he recognized a familiar face.

"Missy?" Yuri asked. "Is that you?"

A red-haired girl wearing an Obelisk Blue uniform smiled and saluted Yuri. "Nice to see you again, head commander," she said.

"You two know each other?" Lotus asked.

"Of course," Missy answered. "We were in the same Obelisk Force branch."

Yuri definitely remembered meeting Missy Kochou shortly after he met Dennis. She had always treated him with respect during their training and throughout the War, so seeing her again was a pleasant surprise; he was also amazed that she still respects him even after Obelisk Force disbanded.

"We bonded over sparring sessions," Yuri said. "The Professor always paired us up due to similar dueling levels."

"I see," Lotus said. "Then how about showing us a little sparring session?"

"I don't know," Missy said. "Yuri has probably gone soft because of that Yuya kid."

"I beg your pardon?" Yuri asked, sounding mock-offended.

"You heard me," Missy replied, holding up her Duel Disk. "So are you still the same powerhouse I always knew, or did spending a good number of weeks with that flashy tomato showman make you vulnerable?"

Yuri chuckled. "If it's a show you want, then it's a show you shall have!"

A few minutes later, the entire gardening club sat in the schoolyard to watch Missy and Yuri duel each other. The two activated their Duel Disks, added five cards to their hands, and shouted, "Let's duel!" If Yuri remembered correctly, Missy's strategy revolves around summoning her Insect Princess and using the Field Spell card Insect Garden to control the opponent's weaker Insect-Type monsters and forcing them to attack with the Equip Spell Insect Pheromone. He may have the advantage because his Predaplant archetype consists of Plant-Type monsters.

"Ladies first," Yuri said.

"Oh, you're too kind," Missy said with a smirk. "But you'll see that I have changed my strategy since we last met." She drew a card. "I play the Spell card Insect Barrier! Then I'll set a monster on the field, followed by a face-down card. Your turn."

"Very well," Yuri said as he drew a card. "I'll start things off with the lovely Predaplant Spinodionaea!"

Missy let out a laugh. "That's the best you can do?" she asked. "That measly weed is only useful when I have a face up monster."

"Oh, I'm not done," Yuri continued. "I activate the Continuous Spell Predaponics, allowing me to special summon Moray Nepenthes."

Missy wasn't scared at all. "Well it's too bad they can't attack," she said.

"Whatever do you mean?" Yuri asked.

"Because of my face down: the Trap card DNA Surgery!" Missy answered.

"What?!" Yuri exclaimed.

"It's simple," Missy said. "As long as this card is on my field, your precious plants are forced to transform into insects."

There goes his advantage; Yuri never expected Missy to play DNA Surgery because he was hoping her strategy would be ineffective. Now, it was him that needs to figure out how to get out of this situation as he witnessed Spinodionaea and Moray Nepenthes transform into Insect-Types while retaining their plant-like features. Not even Starving Venom could attack.

"You... You tricked me!" Yuri exclaimed, horrified to see his plants stripped of their 'beauty'.

"Of course I did," Missy said as she drew a card. "So with my field being completely untouchable, I'll flip summon Parasite Paracide and leave you with a little parting gift in your deck."

"Parting gift?" Yuri repeated. "What are you-"

Before he could finish, Parasite Paracide materialized onto the duel field and dashed right towards his deck, landing face up on top of it and causing it to shuffle afterwards. This was the first part of its effect because if he draws this card, it is automatically special summoned onto his side of the field in face-up defense mode and is inflicted 1000 damage. To make matters worse, all monsters the opponent controls become Insect-Type. It's no wonder why it was called Parasite Paracide: it was capable of finding a host to live on and spread its disease to the host's monsters, resulting in them becoming Insect-Types themselves.

"But that's not all," Missy continued. "Next I summon Pinch Hopper. And since it's an Insect monster, I can play the Spell card Worm Bait to get more bugs. But they aren't worried. As long as my Insect Barrier is active, they won't have to worry about getting destroyed."

Yuri was in a huge pickle now. Missy had Pinch Hopper and two Insect Tokens on the field, which can't be destroyed thanks to Insect Barrier. He always knew she was a strong student with her Insect deck, but he didn’t expect something like this to happen to him. Staring at the Insect-Type Spiniodaea and Moray Nepenthes, he wondered if his counter strategy would still work. His eyes shifted towards his deck and grew a bit concerned about the risk of drawing Parasite Paracide and losing 1000 LP…until he realized his counter strategy could still be used thanks to a new card he recently got.

Taking a deep breath, Yuri drew a card from his deck...and smirked. "What got you so happy?" Missy asked.

"Oh, nothing," Yuri casually answered. "I'll just summon Predaplant Squid Drosera in defense mode, switch my other two Predaplants to defense mode as well, and set a card face down before concluding my turn."

Missy just stood there confused on what Yuri even did. Why spend a turn switching his monsters to defense position and playing a face-down? Wasn’t he aware that part of her strategy involves her having his monsters being forced to attack? It didn’t matter to her anyways.

"No matter," Missy said as she drew a card. "With my monsters left intact, I'll use Polymerization to fuse Pinch Hopper with the second Parasite Paracide in my hand. Come on out, Insect Princess!"

Originially just a regular effect monster, Leo upgraded her to a Fusion monster to further help Missy’s status as a Fusion user, but her stats still remained the same: Level 6, WIND Attribute, Insect-Type, 1900 ATK, and 1200 DEF. Even her effects hasn’t changed; all Insect-Type monsters are switched to attack position when she’s face up on the field and she increases her ATK by 500 whenever she destroys an Insect-Type monster in battle.

"So now that my lovely Insect Princess has arrived, all of your Predaplants are forced to switch to attack mode," Missy said. "And I think I'll start my assault with the weakest one. Insect Princess, attack Squid Drosera!"

Unfortunately for her, Yuri smirked right as she initiated her Battle Phase because he knew she would pull something like that. "Why, thank you," Yuri said.

"For what?" Missy asked.

"Because now that Squid Drosera is heading for the Graveyard, each of your special summoned monsters receive Predator Counters latched onto them," Yuri answered. "And there's not a thing you can do to stop my lovely plant's ability!"

"I'm not scared," Missy said as three Predator Counters materialized onto the field and clamped to Insect Princess and the two Worm Tokens. "You can't still attack."

"Oh really?" Yuri asked. He drew a card, resulting in a wicked grin appearing on his face. "Well I beg to differ because I activate the Trap card Dragon Tribe!"

"What?!" Missy asked.

"Yes, that's right," Yuri said. "My time with Yuya never made me weak. It only made me stronger. And on the turn that I activate Dragon Tribe, all of my monsters become Dragon-Type until the end of my turn, so now your Insect Barrier is ineffective!"

Missy was left flabbergasted as Dragon Tribe transformed the Insect-Type Predaplants into Dragon-Type monsters while still having their plant-like features from before. Yuri had a satisfied look on his face as he saw his precious Predaplants undergo such a magnificent transformation.

"It's not the same as their original beauty, but I suppose it will do," Yuri said. "But I'm not done. With the power of Polymerization, I fuse Spiniodaea and Nepenthes in order to bring out the most toxic monster ever seen!" His wicked grin widened as his eyes became more dragon-like. "You'll never look at greenery the same way again! I Fusion Summon the vicious, voracious, and venomous Starving Venom Fusion Dragon!"

The dragon's head stretched out and opened up the mouth, revealing thin traces of saliva in between his upper and lower jaws. His tail extended in place as an “eyelid” shot open to reveal a dark yellow-green orb covered in what also looked like saliva. He raised his entire body up with glowing toxic green eyes before letting out his signature roar, resulting in his orb-esque scales on his body and joints of his claws to glow red and yellow. He then locked himself into attack position upon completing Yuri’s Fusion Summon.

Missy stood there completely shocked by what had just happened. Floating in front of her and the insect monsters was none other than Yuri’s powerful ace monster that secured him a huge number of victories with his duels throughout his entire life.

"But wait, there's more," Yuri continued. "By sending my second Squid Drosera from my hand to the Graveyard, my treasured dragon has to attack every monster that has a Predator Counter."

Missy realized what that meant. "All of my monsters have Predator Counters..." she stated.

"Precisely," Yuri said. "But don't act too upset. You should be honored. Starving Venom hasn't had a delicious meal in weeks, so he feels rather peckish."

"So your dueling style hasn't changed at all," Missy said.

"Indeed," Yuri said. "Now Starving Venom Fusion Dragon, it's feeding time! Finish this duel once and for all!"

Starving Venom’s wings opened up to reveal four saliva-covered mouths, in which two of them stretched out to consume and destroy the two Worm Tokens, dealing a total of 5600 damage. It was followed with Starving Venom extending out his wings, shooting out purple and magenta lightning bolts and an aquamarine blast at Insect Princess, resulting in an additional 900 damage. With a total of 6500 damage, Missy’s Life Points depleted down to 0, securing Yuri a win for the first time since his loss to Yuya.

"I do believe that is a victory for myself," Yuri said, giving Missy a two-fingered pointing gesture. He stopped upon realizing what he was doing, wondering why he would do such a gesture.

Missy approached Yuri. "Not bad, high commander," she said. "You're still as vicious as the day we met."

Lotus, along with the rest of the gardening club, was shocked. "Wow..." she said. "That was...incredible."

"We have to let him join," Missy told Lotus. "Sure Yuri has rather violent dueling methods, but he has a huge soft spot for plants."

"Well alright," Lotus said. "Yuri of Obelisk Force, welcome to Duel Academy's gardening club."

Yuri widened his eyes and raised his short, bushy eyebrows right as Lotus finished her statement because he was wondering to himself if he heard what he thought he heard her say. Fortunately, that quickly turned into proud acceptance as he thanked her for letting him join. To him, his life-long desire of other students accepting him into the Academy and making him feel welcome was finally starting to come true.

#Arc V Aftermath #yugioh arc v #Yuri (arc v)#Dennis MacField #Rehabilitation

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