#I’m SO FRICKIN EXCITED

[adrift-in-thyme]

THUNDER SAGA ON JULY 4th AAAAAAHHHHHHH

[crheativity]

screw it Tokyo Debunkers time

[monachopsicalwhimsy]

Continued w/ @goldenboybridgers from X

“Oh! Sorry! I’m Adain. It’s a pleasure to meet you!” She beamed at him then, still grateful he wasn’t offended at her lack of recognition and tact in admitting she didn’t branch out much. Embarrassing nonetheless

“I’ll definitely give it a listen. Honestly I probably have heard it in passing, if you’re generally a recognizable person- you must be pretty good at what you do. Aurora is a beautiful name by the way.”

“So can I buy you a drink and we can grab a table? We can even step outside if you want- I uh- I don’t do well with crowds” the young woman wrinkled her nose slightly at the swarths of people around them. Another crack of her knuckles, her anxiety rising slightly at the thought of people recognizing him while they were talking.

“I don’t know how you could handle fame and all that- especially if you get spotted a lot out in public.”

[nomixpaghettibolognessa]

Random dogman meme i drew w my wolf-alien persona and a silly screenshot redraw :3 (they’re so gay chat, if it doesn’t end up being canon when i see the film i’m gonna cry😭💀)

[lichqueenlibrarian]

I AM VIBRATING WITH EXCITEMENT

Oscillating with delight

Thank you @the-stars-our-destination

[morallyunhelpful]

eheheh i’m so excited i get to wear my telemachus cosplay to my local convention this weekend hehehrhrhfshsbbcnfn

[adaine-abernantt]

Ok so burrow’s end is gonna make me cry like a lot then??

[call-me-frosting-or-not-idc]

Gonna go through the pain of making an edit of images for the song “true love” by pink. It’s gonna be images of all the beautiful painful ships like destiel and aziracrow n such and If y’all have any suggestions for more ships to add to this edit im all ears frfr

[rottingcorpsebb]

Piercing day!!!

[sanjiswetcigarettes0]

THE NEW EGGHEAD OP IS AMAZING I CANT STOP WATHING THOSE EDITS

[randomuserlolololl]

Analysis of Matlock episode preview?

I’ve been trying to figure out what this photo means. All the other episode 17 previews make sense now, expect this one.

My analysis:

-Julian looks kinda sad or some sort of understanding/listening tone.

-The camera shot is focused on Julian, which could imply that Olympia has said something serious that he’s reacting to? Idk. He has this “aww,” listening expression and the slight head tilt.

-could it be about the divorce? Mattie? A case?

-we can’t see Olympia’s face at all..?

-it looks like it’s night outside, which could mean they were working long hours. Their conversation is something that happens outside office hours, something more serious maybe?

could it be that she’s calling off the partner race/dropping out? I feel like they wouldn’t do that but who knows. Maybe it’s related to Mattie? 

Talking about their divorce? about their kids?

Or, if she’s been talking to Mattie then she’ll know that she suspects Julian. I don’t think she would tell him but… maybe she’s questioning him?

Could it just be Olympia venting again? Maybe… but I think there would have to be an extra twist this time 

I’m probably overanalysing this, but I’m bored as heck rn. I guess I’ll know its meaning soon

[carlieluna]

🧡🎃👻🍂💀🧡🎃👻🍂💀🧡🎃👻🍂💀🧡🎃👻🍂💀🧡

HAPPY OCTOBER

🧡🎃👻🍂💀🧡🎃👻🍂💀🧡🎃👻🍂💀🎃🧡👻🍂💀🧡

[just-jammin]

oh boi school COLLEGE tmrw

wooooo…

[charliegyrth]

Three Roommates

Watch Them Feed Each Other...

This story is based on a recommendation by @nolantrojan.

***

I was the first to arrive in the dorms, so I chose the solo bed closest to the window. My two dormmates (Kirk and Braxton, according to the sign on the door) would have to share the bunkbed.

I’m an only child, so I’d never had to share space before. I was pretty nervous. For one thing, I was an introvert. Big time. I enjoyed hanging out with my closest friends, but when it came to meeting new people, I was super awkward.

For another thing, I was gay. I’d been out of the closet since junior high (though people had assumed I was gay pretty much since kindergarten). I wasn’t ashamed of it, of course, but I knew that some dormmates might have a problem.

When Kirk and Braxton arrived (together), my heart sank. I took one look at them and knew they were straight. Kirk had a buzz cut and lumbered when he walked. Braxton was a big, burly football-player type.

Both were quite handsome, though. (Especially Braxton. I loved big, manly bellies, and his was both of those things.)

“Yo! Roomie!” Kirk shouted like a total bro. He headed toward me and shoved his fist at me.

At first, I just stared at his knuckles. Then I realized he wanted me to give him a fist bump. I did (lamely).

“Nice to meet you!” Braxton said as he wheeled in both their suitcases.

“Yeah. Hi,” I muttered. I stared at my lap. (Terrible at eye contact.)

“You’re Trace, right? Or is it pronounced Trace-y?” Kirk asked. I couldn’t tell if that was a genuine question or if he was using a woman’s name to make fun of me.

“Trace.”

“Cool.” He turned to Braxton. “I get top bunk, man.”

“Says who?”

“Says me!” he shouted. “I don’t want your fat ass breaking the mattress and squashing me in the middle of the night.”

“Yeah?” Braxton said, charging forward and bumping his gut against Kirk. Clearly, they knew each other, and they seemed like frenemies.

Kirk shoved Braxton backward, forcing the bigger guy to stumble a few steps. Then Braxton grabbed Kirk by the shoulders and used all his weight to shove him onto the bottom bunk.

I looked away as the two of them got into a fight. Less than a minute after meeting them, and I already knew that I’d gotten the two worst roommates. They were just so bro-y. Were they gonna fight like this all the time? Worse, would they treat me like this if I did something to piss them off?

I pulled out my phone, looking for the RA’s email so I could request a transfer while Kirk and Braxton wrestled each other on the bed.

God. I hated my life.

But the wrestling noises died down, and when I looked back up, they were no longer fighting each other. Kirk was on top on Braxton, pinning him down and kissing him on the mouth.

Braxton pushed him back. “Dude! Not in front of the new guy.”

Kirk wiped his mouth. “Oh. Sorry.” Then he turned to me. “Sorry. We just get excited sometimes.”

“You two…” I stammered. “You’re…”

Braxton sat up and wrapped his thick arm around Kirk’s shoulder. “Boyfriends. Yeah. But we don’t wanna make you feel awkward.” He gave Kirk an affectionate yet annoyed glance. “Right, babe?”

Kirk shrugged. “We’ll behave ourselves.” He playfully jiggled Braxton’s belly.

In response, Braxton pushed him off the bed. “You’re the worst.”

“You are!”

Well, this was not what I expected.

Without saying anything, Kirk hurried into the bathroom, leaving me alone with his boyfriend.

“Seriously,” Braxton told me. “You don’t have to worry. We both know dorm etiquette. No fooling around when you’re in the room.”

“Cool,” I mumbled.

Braxton leaned forward, studying me. “You’re not upset, are you? I mean, having gay roommates?”

“No. I’m…”

Before I could say that I was gay too, he cut me off. “Thank frickin’ God.” Then he shouted toward the bathroom door. “Dude, he’s an ally!”

“Thank frickin’ God!” Kirk shouted from inside the bathroom.

An ally? Couldn’t they see that I was gay? I was wearing short-shorts and my suitcases were all Mattel pink.

Kirk strutted back in. He must’ve just washed his hands, because he was drying them on his jeans. “So. Trace. Tell us about yourself.”

I mentioned that I was an English lit major. That I was valedictorian at my high school. That I grew up in small-town Arizona. That I was single.

This was the perfect opportunity to come out to them, and yet I didn’t. I wasn’t sure why. I guess because I never really had to come out before. People just always knew.

Whatever. They’d figure it out eventually.

Then Kirk (the more talkative of the two) told me their story. They were both from Boston. They’d been dating since sophomore year of high school. They loved hockey (watching, not playing).

Overall, they seemed like pretty normal guys. I didn’t have anything in common with them, but I guess that didn’t matter.

There was one strange thing about our conversation, though. As Kirk was talking, he reached into his suitcase (decorated with Boston Bruins insignia) and fished out a packet of Oreos. Then, as he kept talking, he took out the cookies one by one and fed them to Braxton. Braxton ate each one without saying anything. It was the strangest thing, especially because neither of them acknowledged it.

Kind of cute, though. I wish I had a boyfriend who loved me enough to feed me sweets just for the hell of it.

Oh well.

***

I was alone in the dorms reading a novel for my Victorian literature class when the door flew open. Kirk and Braxton stumbled inside, both pawing at each other. Kirk had pulled up Braxton’s shirt halfway, revealing his pale, hairy belly.

They made it to the bottom bunk when they noticed that I was in the room. Kirk immediately let go of his boyfriend. Braxton's shirt dropped back down.

Braxton punched his arm. “Dude, you said he had class now.”

“I would’ve,” I chimed in. “But I changed my schedule yesterday. Didn’t like one of the professors. Sorry. I’ll… do the rest of my reading in the common room.” I stood up and started for the door.

“Naw, man,” Braxton said. “We can’t kick you out. It’s not fair to you.”

The three of us had been living together for two weeks now, and we hadn’t had a single problem. Once I got used to their more brash personalities, I really started to like them. In fact, I think their total confidence was really starting to rub off on me. Sure, there were some nights when I heard them messing around after they thought I was asleep, but that didn’t bother me.

Kirk looked over at his boyfriend, disappointed. “But babe. What about…?” He nodded toward a shopping bag in his hand. (I hadn’t noticed that before.)

“Later,” Braxton reassured him.

My interest was piqued. “What’s in the bag? If you don’t mind me asking.” (See what I mean about their confidence rubbing off on me? A few weeks ago, I would not have asked that question.)

Kirk looked at Braxton for permission. When Braxton nodded, he opened the bag and pulled out three packets of Oreos and a can of whipped cream.

“Just a snack,” Kirk said.

“Then why save it for later?” I asked. “Go ahead.”

They glanced at each other, both silently asking for permission. Braxton shrugged. Kirk grinned. And then they snuggled together on the bottom bunk (where they both usually slept) and Kirk opened the first box of Oreos.

I tried to focus on my book. I really did. But I couldn’t stop glancing over as Kirk slid Oreos into Braxton’s expectant mouth. At first, it felt like an affectionate display, just one guy spoiling his chubby boyfriend. But as they continued, things definitely got more erotic. Braxton started moaning. Kirk slid his hand in gentle circles across Braxton’s belly, sometimes pinching the fat at the bottom.

I stared at my book but my brain couldn’t process the words in front of me. I was genuinely confused by my roommates. Why were they turned on by Oreos?

And more importantly, why was I getting turned on, too? I wasn’t even looking at them, but I was still getting hard.

Eventually, the moaning stopped and I glanced over. They’d finished two packets of Oreos and Kirk was whispering something in his boyfriend’s ear.

Whatever he said made Braxton laugh. “Dude! No!”

“It doesn’t hurt to ask?” Kirk whispered back. Then, ignoring his boyfriend’s hesitance, he turned toward me. “Hey, Trace. Wanna join in?”

My heart pounded. “I… um, don’t like Oreos.”

“See?” Braxton whispered to Kirk.

Kirk held up the spray can. “Do you like whipped cream?”

“I guess.”

With a big smile on his face, Kirk gestured for me to come closer. I started to get out of my desk chair when I realized that my semi hard-on was visible through my pants. I lowered myself back down and scooted the chair toward them.

Too late, though. Kirk noticed the bulge and elbowed his boyfriend. “Told ya.” With my chair about a foot away from their bed, he handed me the whipped cream. “Try it.”

I was still confused, but I was curious, too. I popped off the cap and angled it toward my mouth.

“Woah! What are you doing?” Kirk said.

“I was just…” When I noticed Braxton’s open mouth, I realized my mistake. When he said “try it,” he didn’t want me to eat the cream. He wanted me to join in on feeding Braxton. The realization scared me a little. I was joining in on some sexual kink that I still didn’t understand. I guess I was open to it, though.

I pushed the can toward Braxton, but he stopped me. “Actually, if you’d prefer to have some yourself, we’d be okay with that, too. Right, Kirk?”

Kirk thought for a second, then smiled. “Why not? Could be fun.”

I thought that meant he wanted me to spray some of it into my mouth, but instead, he grabbed the can out of my hands and pressed the nozzle against my lips.

More warmth rushed to my dick. Why was this turning me on so much?!

Kirk held the back of my head and I started to suck. The cream filled my mouth and my cheeks bulged out. At first, I wasn’t ready to swallow. Then I did. He sprayed in more, and I swallowed that, too.

Then he pulled the can away from my face and handed it to Braxton.

Braxton leaned forward on the bed, his belly filling his lap, and he squirted more whipped cream in my mouth. “This is fun!” he told his boyfriend.

“Tell me about it,” Kirk replied as he pulled out the next packet of Oreos.

When Braxton pulled the can away, Kirk slid an Oreo between my lips. Then Braxton sprayed again. They went back and forth for a while, alternating so quickly that I was having trouble keeping up.

I’m not sure how long it lasted. (This whole experience could’ve been minutes or hours. I couldn’t tell.) But before the can was empty, Braxton stopped and said, “My turn again!”

He waited for me to take back the can, which I did. Then Kirk and I worked together to fill him up just like they’d done to me.

Somehow, my confusion at what we were doing only made everything hotter. Pretty soon, the cream was finished. The Oreos were gone. And the three of us just sat there, feeling a sense of achy satisfaction that reminded me of the first few minutes after sex.

“What did we just do?” I had to ask.

“Just a snack,” Kirk said. “We were about to head down to the cafeteria for our real lunch if you wanna join us?”

I looked at my phone. I had class in twenty minutes. I’d never skipped classes before. I opened my mouth to refuse, but instead, the word “okay” came out of my mouth.

Braxton kissed Kirk on the cheek, leaving a streak of whipped cream. “Let’s go. I’m starved.”

***

Kirk strutted into the dorm room with two grocery bags filled with god-knows-what. Probably more donuts because he knew how much I liked them.

“You are such a bad influence,” I said from my desk. “You know I have class soon.”

Braxton waddled into the room behind his boyfriend. “More for me then!”

“Dammit. Fine,” I gave in. “But this is the last time this week. I can’t miss any more lectures.” We knew that I wasn’t going to stick to that. I never did.

Three months into the semester, and I’d been to about half of my total classes. Maybe less. I was still keeping up with the assignments, but my work ethic had gone out the window, all because of our damn feeding sessions. They’d become an addiction. Our dorm room, covered with stains and filled with trash, was crime-scene evidence for how constant and messy those sessions were.

Kirk did all the shopping, and he seemed to be increasing the amount of snacks each time. At first, Braxton and I ate an equal amount. (Kirk never ate anything himself.) After a few weeks, though, I noticed that Braxton’s stomach had grown. I realized that if I kept going at his pace, I’d start gaining, too. I didn’t want that, so I pulled back a little, still stuffing myself but always stopping earlier than my fat roommate.

Outside of the dorms, the three of us started doing a lot of stuff together. We’d go to the movies, attend parties, and hit up the cafeteria (at least once a day). Even though I never joined in on the physical affection they showed each other (aside from giving Braxton occasional belly rubs), I really felt like we had become a throuple. I was always so much happier when at least one of them was around.

Kirk pulled our table to the middle of the room and unloaded today’s goodies. I was right about the donuts. He’d even gotten the ones with strawberry frosting! (I’d told him last week that those were my favorite.) He also had cinnamon rolls and (of course) cans of whipped cream.

I dutifully pulled my chair up to the table.

Braxton sat across from me, his belly pushing into the table. It had definitely grown in the last few weeks. Softened, too. It used to be more spherical, but it was seriously starting to droop.

“Who’s first?” Kirk asked grandly. He always asked that, and of course, he always chose his boyfriend. I didn’t mind.

But today, he turned to me and said, “You ready?”

I was both surprised and flattered. “Me first? Really?”

“You deserve it, bro,” Braxton said. “Kirk and I were talking this morning, and… Well, it’s been a fantasy for both of us to fatten up our straight college roommate. It’s kind of a dream come true.”

I gulped. Two things about that surprised me. The first was that they still thought I was straight. Yeah, I still hadn’t come out to them, but everything about me—from my clothes to my voice to my fashion sense—should’ve tipped them off.

And the other thing, the bigger thing, was that they thought they were fattening me up. No! I was still the same skinny guy. Braxton was getting fatter, not me.

“Guys, I’m not…”

“You’re not straight?” Kirk interrupted. “I knew it.” He turned to Braxton and held out his hand. “Pay up.”

Braxton grumbled as he pulled out his wallet and handed Kirk a five-dollar bill.

“You were betting on me?”

“Dude! It’s all good. We just have terrible gaydar. That’s all.” Kirk slapped his fat boyfriend on the back. “I mean, I thought this homo was straight right up until he went down on me at a debate tournament. Isn’t that right, babe?”

Braxton blushed. “Let’s just start eating.”

“Wait!” I said, even though Kirk had already raised a donut toward me. “I’m not trying to get fat. I just like the eating part.”

“Really?” Braxton said, squeezing the fat roll that had recently formed under his chest. “You’d like it.”

“No. I'm not... interested in that part. That’s why I’m not, you know, eating as much as you.”

Braxton and Kirk exchanged a long look between them. Then they both turned back toward me.

“Have you seen yourself lately?” Kirk asked.

“I…”

“Take off your shirt, man,” he encouraged.

Two months ago, I would’ve said no. I probably would’ve mumbled something and left the room. But I felt so close to my roommates now. Plus, I was confident that they were wrong. I might’ve gained a couple pounds, but I still fit into all my clothes.

I stood up and stripped off my shirt. “See? Still skinny.”

Braxton stared at my bare stomach. “Sorta. I think you’re skinny-fat now.”

Smiling, Kirk walked toward me. Without saying anything, he grabbed me by the waist and squeezed.

I gulped. For the first time, there was something to squeeze.

I looked down and saw his fingers gripping rolls of fat on my sides. Love handles.

Still not speaking, he grabbed the skin under my belly button and squeezed that, too. More fat.

They were right. These feeding sessions had coated me in fat. My overall shape hadn’t changed, but I’d gotten soft.

“I can’t do this anymore,” I mumbled. “I’m sorry. I didn’t… I didn’t realize…”

“Why?” Kirk said. His hands still played with my belly fat.

“Because I don’t wanna get fat. I like the way I look.”

Slowly, he slid his palms up my stomach before stopping at my chest. With his eyes locked on mine, he squeezed into my pecs. Except, they weren’t really pecs now. They were bulges of fat.

I trembled a little. That felt good.

“Why?” he asked again.

“Because I don’t want… I…”

He kissed me.

God.

Braxton must’ve gotten out of the chair, because he was suddenly behind me, his fingers tracing the slight creases just above my love handles. He kissed my neck.

“You can’t stop now,” Braxton whispered into my ear. His belly was pressed into my back. “Now that we know you’re not straight, imagine how much more fun we can have.”

Kirk pulled back. “And imagine how big we can make you.”

I didn’t say anything. I allowed them both to push me back into my chair. Kirk and Braxton joined me at the table.

These two were definitely a bad influence on me, but I couldn’t fight it anymore. I opened my mouth and waited for the first donut.

***

I was at my laptop, listening to my professor drone on about Charles Dickens again. Now that I’d switched to 100% online lessons, my classes were so much easier. I could set my own pace (more or less) and since I was in the comfort of our own apartment, I could graze on snacks as much as I wanted.

I reached into my potato chip bag for another handful, but all I got were crumbles on my fingers. I’d need Kirk to get me another bag.

Before I could ask him, I felt him surprise me from behind, kiss my cheek, and place a fresh bag in my lap. Somehow, he always knew.

“Thanks, babe.”

“Is the lecture almost over?” he asked.

“Forty more minutes.”

“Really? We can’t wait that long. Can’t you…”

“Ugh. Fine.” I made sure that my mic was on mute (it was) and pushed myself out of my chair. The lecture would continue without me. I’m sure I wasn’t missing much. I was going to graduate in a month, so it really didn’t matter if I missed one more lecture.

Kirk grabbed my hand and led me into our living room.

Braxton was waiting on the couch, shirtless as always. He smiled up at us, not at all surprised that Kirk had convinced me to skip out on another lecture.

He looked particularly handsome today. His latest cluster of stretchmarks had finally faded, leaving faint pink trails from his lower belly all the way up to his under-moob roll. Sure, his moobs had gotten a bit mismatched, with one angled more to the side, but with nipples as big as potatoes, how could anyone complain?

One day, I’d catch up to him. Probably not for a while, of course. 400+ was a pretty heft goal, but one day. I had the determination.

He patted the space next to him on the couch. “Ready?”

“Always,” I said as I flopped my fat ass onto the cushion. Kirk pushed the table closer to us. It was covered with platters of lasagna and spaghetti. No utensils, of course. Now that we lived off-campus, we could get as messy as we wanted, and of course Kirk wanted us to get really messy.

He took a second to glance back and forth at his two massive lovers, smiling at what we’d both become. “I love you,” he said, talking to us both. Equally.

Braxton grabbed the front of my shirt to help me strip it off. At his size, he couldn’t really angle his body toward me. I ended up pulling it off myself.

“Trace,” he said, “you’re beautiful.”

“I know.” Yeah, he outweighed me by 130 pounds, and he looked so much more massive than me, but we loved each other too much to compare. He was beautiful, and so was I.

“Alright, dudes!” Kirk said. “Dig in!”

Braxton scooped up a handful of lasagna while I went straight for the spaghetti, allowing tomato sauce to ooze down my chubby arm.

Kirk, still as slim as ever, climbed in next to me and started playing with my belly. That always kept me motivated.

And through the door into the other room, I could see my laptop. My professor’s face was still there, talking about something unimportant. I had better things to think about.

The End And please send me more suggestions!!! They're so much fun!

[hazymoonlinh]

ye ask and ye shall receive *pulls an idea out of my random box*

ok picture this the reader is mydei soulmate who just so happens to be of the many researchers at herta's space station,known to be distant and cold a woman of pure intellect and cool headed the opposite of mydei.

who occasionally accompanies the astral express crew sometimes on missions,she happens to accompany them to amphoreus and even after finding out that she and mydei are soulmates she still goes back to herta space station to which infuriates mydei who somehow with the trailblazer help goes to the space station to drag her back.

sorry if it's so long I got really excited writing this tehe

Hehe…thanks for requesting again, you have really great ideas btw <3

Someone please save me from Tet, I’m so frickin busy…

Anyway, I had fun writing this lol.

The scientific way of falling in love

(Against your will)

“A Cold-Blooded Soulmate? Unacceptable.”(Mydei x Researcher!Reader | Soulmate AU)

Mydei too in love to let you go.

I think Mydei is a bit ooc…

Also this takes place when everything is over, Amphoreus is saved, March is too.

The revelation should have meant everything.

Soulmates—an undeniable, unshakable truth woven into the fabric of fate itself. It was supposed to be a moment of clarity, of absolute certainty. And yet, when she—the brilliant, cold researcher from Herta’s Space Station—discovered her bond with Mydei, she did something unfathomable.

She left.

Without hesitation, without the emotional theatrics most would expect, she simply turned her back on him and returned to her work, as if destiny itself was nothing more than an inconvenient hypothesis that had yet to be proven useful.

And Mydei? He was furious.

“She left,” he growled, pacing inside the Astral Express. “She looked me in the eye—looked her own soulmate in the eye—and just walked away.”

Trailblazer and March exchanged nervous glances while Dan Heng remained as impassive as ever, arms crossed as he leaned against the wall. Welt, however, simply sighed. “She has her duties,” he reasoned. “Not everyone reacts the same way to soulmates.”

“Hah! Duties?” Mydei sneered. “What’s more important than fate itself? What’s more important than me?” He slammed his hand on a nearby table, the sheer force rattling the surface. “She’s supposed to be mine, but instead, she just—” He clenched his jaw, fuming. “Left.”

“I mean, to be fair, she is kinda known for being a bit… emotionless?” March offered hesitantly. “She’s super smart, but not really the sentimental type, y’know?”

“She must be absolutely fascinating to talk to,” Dan Heng remarked dryly.

Mydei shot him a glare before turning his sharp eyes back to the group. “It doesn’t matter. She doesn’t get to ignore this. Ignore me.” He straightened, his golden armor gleaming under the train’s light. “If she won’t come to me, then I’ll bring her back myself.”

March blinked. “You… you’re just gonna go there and kidnap her?”

“Not kidnap,” Mydei corrected with a smirk. “Retrieve.”

Trailblazer, ever the agent of chaos, grinned. “I’ll help.”

—

Herta’s Space Station was a place of knowledge, of logic. And, most importantly, a place that had absolutely no patience for Mydei’s dramatics.

Yet that did not stop him from storming through its pristine halls, his presence utterly alien amidst the quiet, sterile environment. Researchers and staff gave him a wide berth, whispering about the golden warrior whose very aura reeked of dominance and battle.

“I’m looking for her,” he declared to the nearest assistant, practically vibrating with indignation.

“W-We don’t disclose personnel locations to random visitors,” the researcher stammered.

“She is my soulmate.” Mydei’s sharp grin was anything but friendly. “I’m not a random visitor. Now, where is she?”

The assistant pointed immediately. “L-Laboratory 3B—”

“Good.” He turned to Trailblazer, who had accompanied him. “See? Cooperation. Very simple.”

Trailblazer just shook their head, hiding a smirk as Mydei marched toward his goal.

—

She was exactly as he remembered her—poised, collected, exuding an air of absolute intelligence as she focused on the holographic schematics before her. Not once did she glance up, not even as Mydei stepped into her space, a presence impossible to ignore.

“You left,” he said, voice low and sharp.

“I had work to do,” she replied simply, fingers gliding over the display.

He scoffed, stepping closer. “We are soulmates, and your first instinct was to return to your research? Not even a second thought?”

“I did give it a second thought,” she corrected. “I just found it irrelevant to my immediate objectives.”

Mydei narrowed his eyes. “You found fate irrelevant?”

She finally looked at him then, her cold, calculating gaze meeting his fiery one. “Fate is an unproven theory. A biological response due to specific resonance frequencies between individuals. I fail to see why I should let it dictate my decisions.”

Mydei stared at her, utterly dumbfounded.

“…Are you serious?”

“Completely.”

For the first time in his life, Mydei was at a loss for words. He had faced countless warriors, led armies, and commanded battles with ease—but this woman, his supposed soulmate, was treating their bond like a research paper to be reviewed.

His eye twitched. “You’re coming with me.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes. You are.”

She gave him a mildly exasperated look. “I have no reason to.”

Mydei exhaled sharply, placing his hands on the edge of her desk and leaning in, voice dropping to a near growl. “Listen to me, you stubborn little researcher. I don’t lose. I don’t get rejected. And I certainly do not let my soulmate ignore me in favor of—of data analysis.”

She arched a delicate brow. “And what exactly do you intend to do about it?”

Oh, she shouldn’t have asked that.

Mydei grinned.

—

The entire space station was in chaos as Mydei carried his soulmate—over his shoulder—marching toward the docking bay with utter confidence.

“Put me down,” she ordered, expression still remarkably neutral despite the absurdity of the situation.

“No.”

Trailblazer, following behind, was barely holding in their laughter.

“You are behaving irrationally,” she informed him.

“No, you are,” Mydei shot back. “Running away from me? Denying fate? Tsk, tsk. How shameful.”

“Fate is a construct built on—”

“—Irrelevant.” He smirked, tightening his grip. “You belong with me.”

She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “You do realize this is effectively an abduction?”

“Retrieval,” he corrected.

A long pause. Then, with a soft sigh, she murmured, “I suppose I can finish my current project remotely.”

Mydei stopped mid-step, blinking. “…What?”

She looked at him, entirely unaffected by their position. “I will accompany you. Temporarily. To observe this ‘fate’ you seem so adamant about.”

Mydei’s grin returned, victorious. “A trial run, then?”

“If you must label it as such.”

“Fine.” He smirked. “But you’ll see, dear soulmate—there is no escaping me.”

Trailblazer snickered. “I give it a week before she starts liking it.”

She adjusted her glasses. “Unlikely.”

Mydei just laughed, carrying her onto the ship. “We’ll see about that.”

And so, the game began.

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Little Things

Our Story Masterlist Summary: YN hears Little Things for the first time.

The boys had been working on their second album for a while now and as much as Harry tried to keep the one song a surprise, he was desperate for YN to hear it.

So one night when she came up to visit him in London for the weekend, they were lying next to each other in his bed as an episode of Friends played on his tv.

“Can I play one of the new songs for you?”. Harry turned his head to face her, a glint of nervousness in his eyes as he waits for YN’s response.

She sat up slightly in the spot next to him. Excitement lighting up the room at the thought of hearing an unreleased song. “Yes…yes…I’d love you too”.

After a few taps on his phone, the sound of the delicate guitar played and YN smiled when she heard Zayn’s voice.

Harry didn’t take his eyes away from YN who had a look of concentration, as she sat in comfort.

“I know you've never loved…The crinkles by your eyes when you smile…You've never loved your stomach or your thighs…The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine…But I'll love them endlessly”

YN gulped loudly as she held back her tears knowing how many fans were going to adore this song. Already it made her feel heard, loved and accepted and the song was barely a minute in.

Her eyes found Harry’s, giving him a gentle smile as she whispered. “This is perfect!”.

“I'm in love with you…And all these little things”. Harry sang with the soundtrack that filled the bedroom.

“You can't go to bed without a cup of tea…And maybe that's the reason that you talk in your sleep”. As her brother’s voice sang the next few lines, YN eyes widened in surprise.

Sure her brother knew how she couldn’t sleep without needing a cup of tea or she’d toss and turn all night, but would he include it in a love song? Absolutely not!

Quickly YN realised that the only other person to know this about her was the boy who sat in front of her, waiting for any kind of reaction.

“You…you…I-….you’ve included something about me”. YN managed to roll a few words off her tongue.

Harry frowned slightly with a tad of amusement. “And that shocks you? It’s not the first song I’ve written about you”.

“Really?”. YN asked in disbelief.

Harry leaned in closer to where YN was lying, smiling with cheek. “Yes really!”. He met her lips with his as they shared a sweet moment. They both smiled as their lips moved together in sync. Breaking apart slightly, his forehead leaned gently on top of YN’s.

“I’m in love with you…And all your little things!”.

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