When he rode up to the station the first time, Yuugi assumed the name came from the feeling that hit him when he first sat down in that chair and looked out of the glass windows all around them and saw nothing but black, twinkling sky above, and swirling blue-green-white-everything below. Sitting there in that unbelievable station, on the edge of earth and space, between everything and nothing… it really was like floating between two worlds.
But he was wrong.
He realized that only later, though.
After Kaiba told him to stop gawking and get to work.
After Yuugi handed over his first-try-codes and the hologram sphere that should have appeared between their chairs exploded across the observation deck in a scrambled mess of light, proving the translation from Yuugi’s own system to Kaiba’s tech wouldn’t so smooth after all.
After hours and days and weeks of gritting his teeth through Kaiba’s impatient snapping and ignoring him in favor of Mokuba’s advice, buzzing constantly in his ear through the game station’s speakers.
After he thought to ask in passing, three-fourths of his mind focused on finding patience, why Kaiba had created this station in the first place, since Mokuba said it had been in operation a good four years before he and Yuugi started talks about a celestial expansion of Spherium.
Kaiba had stopped typing, eyed him across the game table… and finally, after a long stretch of nothing, looked back at his screen, talking to numbers in place of his face. “It doesn’t matter what it was meant for before. Now, it’s just a compromise.”
Yuugi blinked, distraction turned to focus as he echoed, “A… compromise?”
“Yes. He found out the risks I was taking to get there, and refused to duel me anymore. To ‘encourage’ me. But he agreed to come if I could get him here.”
“It’s easier to get ‘stuck’ on his end than ours, apparently,” Mokuba supplied, but the explanation made no more sense to Yuugi’s ear, even as his heart pounded its understanding, undermining the dazed question he finally managed.
“His… he who?”
Kaiba gave a subtle sniff, told him to play the idiot, and pressed some button.
“Say hi for me!” Mokuba called, just before the line cut off and a golden light flashed before Yuugi’s eyes.
When he finally managed to open them again, recover his vision, he found… they were still right where they had started. Still in the Spherium room, Kaiba sitting before him.
But when Yuugi noticed the changing the lighting around him, and looked down… his throat closed up, and all he could do was stare. Stare at the world floating beneath the space station… the vast desert spread out in all directions, a single wide river snaking around to cut across the scene.
And there, just below them, a city… a palace…
All of it hazy, coming apart at the edges in… in broken, black pieces. Dissolving even as he looked.
Dissolving in a way Yuugi remembered well.
“Kaiba-kun…” he breathed, barely daring to even breathe enough to manage the name. “You didn’t…”
…But even as Yuugi tried to form the questions, he heard how foolish they were. How blind to the man he was speaking to.
And Kaiba must have appreciated his circumspection, because he didn’t call or imply him a fool again. Just rose from his seat and made for the door, never looking back at him. “He’ll have seen the station. If he’s in a mood to come up, he’ll meet us in the duel room.”
Yuugi watched him go… his body frozen in his chair by the overload of questions speeding through his head. What had Kaiba done? How had he done this? How… how long had this been a thing? How often did he even do this? Had… had he been doing this since… since then? The last time that… that Yuugi saw…
…How could he have not known?
He wasn’t sure how long he sat there, alone, everything silent and unmoving save for the slow disintegration of the golden world below him… but eventually, Yuugi stood.
He didn’t even have to know the way. The space station’s hallway was large, but straightforward. Simple to map out.
And he could hear them.
“–easier to show him than to waste time explaining.”
“You… you didn’t even ask him first?!”
He coughed on his own breath, tripped on nothing as the silver of the hall around him gleamed and blurred on a dime because that voice was–
“–have to complain about? I told you the risks are minimal this way.”
“That’s not the point! If he wanted to come that is one thing, but you didn’t even–”
…Logically, the shock should have paralyzed him. Left Yuugi standing there, frozen in the hall, drinking in that voice until… until something interrupted him, because it didn’t matter how long he had to process this, it would never make sense, and he would never be able to grasp it.
But that wasn’t how it worked.
That voice… it had stopped because Yuugi hadn’t stopped. He had moved without even knowing it, drawn in by the sound, until… until he saw the owner.
There, standing beyond Kaiba, in the middle of another minimal room of sleek silver and bright lights, utterly at odds with the reality around him, and dissolving to black even as Yuugi stared… but real.
Real, and there, and looking back. Staring right back at him… the same devastated wreck of overwhelmed emotions Yuugi felt crashing through those familiar crimson eyes as he… as he whispered to him.
Not with words, not anywhere Yuugi could hear him, but… but still Yuugi heard it. His name, that name, whispered not by a mouth or a mind, but there all the same– in his memories, and Atem’s eyes.
It didn’t matter how many years passed… Yuugi heard it because he remembered exactly how it should sound, and read that truth in that single, never broken glance.
And he didn’t know what he might be saying back with his silence, as Kaiba abruptly turned about and brushed right past him, tossing intentions over his shoulder about getting some work done if they were going to be so slow about this… but finally, Yuugi found the will to break the silence stretching out between them with a quiet, “Mokuba-kun told me to tell you he said hi.”
And Atem blinked, the film of astonishment clearing just a little from his eyes… and slowly, he smiled. A small, amused, easy thing that made Yuugi’s heart tumble over itself as he said, “Tell him I say hi, too.”
And Yuugi nodded… incapable of doing anything, save reflecting that smile right back.
I feel like once they get caught or if they comfirm it, this is going to be the hottest yacht. Like tom and zendaya together is such a concept. Sm people (especially twitter) will jump on them so quick. People who aren't quaksons or z fans will be all over them. The adorable height difference and being an interracial couple is going to get them a lot of attention with social media users who'll see them via text posts on Instagram or something.
Yep, and also lets not forget some racists will show their true colors. I just saw a post recently how Z can not be with a white guy since she is so woke about black activism and should only date black guys. Do these people realize Z is the child of an INTERRACIAL couple? And what kind of a nonsensical and stupid logic is that to assume you can’t be with a white guy because you are proud of your black roots and vocal about civil/social rights? Idiot people will come out from both Z’s fandom and Tom’s fandom. But hopefully, they will be in the minority, and most people will LOVE them as a couple.
A/N: Hi! Love you all :) Hope you’re great. This sucks, btw haha don’t hate me !
Warnings: Paparazzi, fluff, reader insecurities.
“Babe, are you sure this is safe?” I asked
while loosed Dodger’s strap. And I didn’t only mean for letting him go, but to
the fact that our relationship was just released for the press. We had been
together for over four months, hanging out wasn’t new but going out as a couple
under the Hollywood eye was kind of terrifying to me.
“He’s fine… are you?” I shrugged.
“Dunno” I answered. He threw Dodger a ball and
he knew it’ll take him a while so he sat.
“Come here” I sat next to him. He was pretty
much laying down over the green grass and I was sitting. His hand reach my back
and started drawing random shapes with his fingers.
“I don’t know what’s going on that pretty mind.
But I’m like 70% sure it’s something about our going out. I’ve always tried to
keep all my relationships off the sight. To keep it private. I don’t know what’s
going to happen with us, but I can assure you something…”
“What?” I asked and moved my body to be in
front of him.
“I’ll do everything on my power to take care of
you and your safety. The fact that you feel safe is now my priority, is that
ok?” I nodded smiling.
“Is it wrong to think that I’m more scared
about your fans than the whole media?”
“Why?” he laughed a little and I punched him.
“I’m serious! What if they don’t like me? I just…
“Hey, hey, hey, my girls are the reason I’m
thankful for every single day, but now you’re… my girl, you know?”
“You’re so sweet” I smiled.
“And I deserve a kiss”
“Or two…” I murmured against his lips. We were interrupted
by Dodger. “My turn” I stood up and threw the ball, but it was a lame throw.
Dodger almost looked laughing at my face.
“Babe… you might need to teach me” I laughed.
Funny thing… photos were taking in that very
moment. When Chris stood up and grabbed my waist, making me spinning around.
There were others where we were just watching other just like a couple that’s
in love. Some others where I’m mocking Chris. A few where he’s lifting me. And
my favorite, where I’m holding Dodger and Chris is kissing me.
I LOVE ALL OF YOUR ART, IT'S SO BEAUTIFUUUUUUULLL 😭 it's funny too, b/c I was going through all your art tags for the 500,000th time, & with Iwaizumi & Oikawa featured in the Youkai/Wizard/Fantasy, it kind of made me think of those movie couples that did films together all the time, like Bogart/Bacall, & Hepburn/Tracy. Like if Iwaoi did Wizard together as kids, stayed close, grew up, & did the other films. But that's just me scrolling through your art nonstop <3 thanks for sharing your work!!!!
hahahahhaa that’s really cute!! Maybe they are all Ennoshita’s movies!!
tysm for taking the time to send me an ask! I’m so happy you like my art <333
I just want to say I heart your face off and absolutely dread the day you stop writing CS (which I hope is like 100 years from now).
This. Is. The. Nicest. I heart your face right back. There are just…so many parts of Blue Line left. And the Rangers are real bad, so I’ve just kind of been retreating back into this universe where I can keep making my team win.
And uh….maybe there’s some Out of the Frying Pan Halloween words coming later this week. Maybe it’s real fluffy. Maybe there are a lot of pumpkin puns.
Also, Angst!Fest 2k17 is done and angsty, but also kind of fluffy and yesterday I wrote the first couple of graphs for Yankee!Killian because @distant-rose owns my fic-writing soul. But, you know, like in a nice way.
The best kind of relationships begin unexpectedly. When you get that astonished feeling and everything happens so suddenly. That’s why you don’t look for love. It comes to you just at the right time. The time you never thought it would have.