#sigma funny space man

[dionysus-wine-glass]

Funny space man with a side of bomb

[fyodorloveclub]

home.

✧ pairing: sigma x afab reader

✧ cw: breeding kink-ish, brief pregnancy mention, oral (f receiving), vaginal sex, kinda just wholesome sex hehe

✧ notes: actually part of breedtober 2023 i never finished....... whoopsie. and this is my first time writing sigma so be gentle pls ♡♡ (divider by @/benkeibear)

✧ wc: 1.5k

“I want a family.” The statement is firm and final. Very unlike Sigma.

You choke on your tea. “You what?”

Sigma takes in a shaky breath before repeating the words you weren’t expecting to hear so suddenly. “I… want a family.” 

The two of you had “discussed” such things before, but only in passing. Only small lilts of I wouldn’t mind having a kid when playing with your nieces and nephews, or admiring baby clothes in the shops together. Small things. Noncommittal. Flippant, almost. Not bold. You weren’t quite used to that from your lover, which is why it takes you by surprise. 

“I see,” you nod, pondering the thought. The two of you together, with a baby - no, two babies, three, four. A house full of toddlers with purple hair, likely non-troublesome if they were to take after their father. Thoughts of a sleep deprived Sigma cradling an infant as he feeds it a bottle fill your head, and you smile. You, belly round for the second or third time, taking your oldest to their first day of kindergarten. The thoughts come easy - maybe the two of you were meant to be parents, to raise a family together.  

“Like… right now?”

It’s Sigma’s turn to reckon with your words, crossing his legs where he sits on the couch and sipping his tea. Clearly the thought had been stirring in his mind for a while - the man was nothing if not one to ruminate and contemplate. The blurted statement felt premeditated - not impulsive or hasty. 

In truth, it didn’t surprise you. Sigma had never been the best at verbalizing his feelings, always struggled a bit with truly letting you in, but you know how badly he yearned for a home. A space and things that were truly his and nobody else’s. You knew that extended to you, as more than anything else in the world he found a home in you, and you figured it was only natural to want to expand that. To extend that home and share it with others. To extensions of the two of you, the pillars of his home.

“And what would you do if I said yes?” 

What would you do? Would you demand he slow down? Spend more time thinking on something so permanent and utterly life altering? Something that could never be undone? Or… would you take the mug out of his hands and climb into his lap and straddle him? The answer proves to be the latter.

Sigma just smirks and rests his hands on your hips as you stroke his cheek, taking in his beauty. The curve of his nose, the plush of his lips, the subtle gray of his eyes. Everything that makes your lover himself. And by being himself, he became yours. 

Both of you stay silent as you press a gentle, exploratory kiss to his lips. He happily reciprocates, deepening it and licking past your lips to demonstrate his lust. Clearly he had been holding something in. What you didn’t see or hear yet was the blooming lust that hastened his heart and quickened his breath.

Wrapping your arms around his shoulders and leaning against him, you grind down just a bit on his lap as you move your lips from his mouth to his jaw. Sigma groans lowly in response, humping against your ass ever so lightly. His already desperate movements contrast with the feather light kisses you’re pressing to the sharp angle of his jaw and throat. The grip he has on your hips tightens.

“Baby, please,” he grumbles. He wants more, but he’s never been any good at asking for it. 

You just chuckle in response. “You want more?”

“How else is that family gonna get started?” He was funny like that sometimes.

One more kiss to his lips is placed. “Let’s take this to the bedroom, yeah? Make it something special.”

Sigma didn’t need to hear anything else.  Hoisting you into his arms, you giggle flail in his hold as he carries you and ultimately lays you down upon your shared bed. The one you’ve made consummated your love and declared your home many, many a time. 

Despite growing harder and harder from your more than ideal response to what he desires so strongly, Sigma still dives in between your legs, sliding off your pants and nestling his tongue between your folds. It’s so sudden you gasp and grip the pillows, not expecting him to forego your usual period of making out and dry humping. But he’s so ready, and he needs you to be ready too. 

He licks a fat strip from your hole to your clit before sucking on the sensitive nub, letting drool dribble off his tongue and right onto it. After using them to gather some of your slick that had already begun to ooze from your cunt, two fingers find their way inside your hole and scissor open to stretch you out. The attention to your hole and clit at the same time has you reeling.

“Ngh- Sigma!” you cry out. He was always very talented with his tongue.

Your lover smirks. “Yeah, baby? That feel good?” His breath is hot against your sex, and all you could possibly want at this moment is his mouth back on you. He’ll oblige for a little bit. He’ll flick his tongue back and forth against your clit and run the flat of it along the length of your slit before letting it join his fingers, licking hot inside you as you squirm and cry out. But he won’t for long. Sigma of course wants to make you feel good, but to him, this lovemaking is very heavily concentrated on the making. 

Climbing his way up your body, he melds your mouths together to allow you to taste yourself. “Ready for more, pretty girl?” he smirks. 

You gulp before nodding. He makes quick work of shedding himself of his own clothes and pulling your top off – for some reason, it only feels right to do this while completely naked, completely vulnerable – and lining his aching cock up with your wet cunt. 

Sigma isn’t too hard to take – he has an average sized length and girth, but god does he know how to use it. Adjusting his hips to just the right angle he’s learned from countless sessions of lovemaking with you, he presses his cock inside, making you yelp as he immediately bottoms out, rubbing right up against your sweet spot in the process. The talent he has for making you fall apart so quickly is unmatched. To give himself the best access to fill you up with his cock, he pushes your knees to your shoulders and presses his hips right up against your ass. 

Even when he’s desperate and unimaginably horny, the man is always gentle with you. Everything he does, every move he makes and look he gives is always laced with love – he just can’t help it, not when it comes to you. The way you moan his name and cry for more as he rocks his hips into you is like a sonnet sung just for him, meant for no other ears aside from his own. And it’s intoxicating.

Lacing your fingers together, he ruts into you hard and deep, sinking all the way into you with every thrust. He thrusts with the fervor of a man who wants a baby so bad he’d give up any of his limbs if the gods themselves asked him to. With the strength, vigor, and pace of a man who loves you so much he wants nothing more than to build a home, build a family with you and bask in it for the rest of his life. 

He thrusts and thrusts and thrusts and makes you whine and cry until his sensitive cock is spitting his seed right into your cervix, praying that it soaks right into your womb. 

“How long have you been so sure about wanting a family, honey?” you ask later as you lay upon his bare chest, tracing lines between the freckles that litter his skin. 

He thinks for a moment, twirling locks of your hair between his fingers. This was always his favorite moment. The few hours after sex where the only thing you want is your bodies pressed to each other that your skin sticks and you’re not sure where one ends and the other begins. “My whole life, I think,” he finally replies. 

“Oh?”

“I’ve always known. I’ve always known I wanted you, whether or not I knew your name or face. And I’ve always known I wanted to build a home with you, for as long as I’ve been alive. And I’ll want it ‘til the day I die. I know it.”

You chuckle. He’s always had at least a little bit of a taste for the dramatic.

He laughs along with you. “It’s only because I love you so much,” he adds.

“I love you too, Sigma. But please know we’ll always be a home, a family together even if we always remain just the two of us. You are my family.”

The sincerity and strength behind your words make him smile. “And you are my family, my love. Always and forever.”

[guacamoleroll]

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖘 𝖑𝖊𝖋𝖙 𝖚𝖓𝖘𝖆𝖎𝖉 「𝔣𝔶𝔬𝔡𝔬𝔯 𝔡𝔬𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔢𝔳𝔰𝔨𝔶」 ༉‧₊˚

content. f!reader. soft!fyodor, fluff. not proofread. 1.1k+ words.

author's note. because we have been blessed (or cursed depending on if you're a big sigma fan) with fyodor this week, allow me to spew some fluffy bullshit that anti-fyodor fans will rage over.

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synopsis. fyodor was never the type to long for anyone, ever. in his many years of living, he had never yearned for anything beyond his simple needs and his complex goals. so, when he comes to find himself constantly thinking about one person, he is left internally baffled.

The house was quiet, unnervingly so.

Fyodor remained in the doorway momentarily, taking in a short breath of burned-out jasmine candles and perfume. It was strange to return home to such an empty house, which his lover had left on a business trip multiple days ago — but the fragrance of her presence seemed to remain strong despite its owner's absence.

There was no use remaining inside the doorway; the man shuffling inside almost expected to hear smaller footsteps responding to his. But there was nothing, only the noises he made inside a lifeless house.

He went through his routine, though it was slightly altered due to the lack of another presence. Instead of sitting in the dining room to eat, he walked into the kitchen and looked inside the fridge. He almost found himself smiling at the intricately organized interior, spotting a pre-made meal explicitly created for him. He heated it up, making himself a pot of tea, and took both to his study.

He sat at his desk, settling into his chair to review documents from his subordinates' missions. His fingers mindlessly scrolled through hundreds of lines of detail, but he found his thoughts elsewhere. The normal control he had over his mind ceased, the constant presence of laughter and a familiar silhouette resurging in his mind.

What about her made it so that she constantly persisted in his thoughts? He leaned back, humming as he contemplated the question.

Her routine.

The tendency she had to go to bed late (not unlike himself, she would often say) and awake closer to noon, and the struggle it took to wake her at any hour before then. A small part of him adored the creased line of her brow as she looked up at him with disdain, reminding him of a grumpy kitten.

The simple sandwich she would make every day with the same glass of juice, which she would take to the window seat of their living room and watch the world outside their space. She seemed to soak up the sun.

The way she would make herself a bath every Friday, filling it with a jasmine bath bomb and lighting multiple candles. She would tease him about joining her, knowing he was far too puritanical to take her up on that offer before they married. (They were already pushing it by living together pre-marriage).

The leftovers he would find in the fridge, which were properly sectioned and labeled for him to eat if he ended up returning home past dinner. Each would be wrapped, and a sticky note with a sweet message reminding him to eat would be taped against the material.

Her tastes.

She liked coffee; he liked tea. There was an occasion when he made the both of them tea. He fondly remembered how her nose scrunched up and the funny expression she forced off her face, respectfully sipping the entire cup.

She liked spicy food; he did not. It almost baffled him how she could eat the spicy foods that they came across in Japan. He was glad that she kept his spice intolerance in mind whenever she cooked, though she constantly teased him about it.

But both of them liked physical books. There was something so innocently intimate about holding a physical book, able to notate and mark any interesting line. Feeling the texture of the worn pages against skin, able to trade books with one another.

Her words.

The curious quips that she would respond with whenever they held discussions about life and its purpose. Each interjection reminded him of one of the aspects he adored about her the most, past the vein admiration of her appearance and personality — her intelligence. A sharp wit that maintained a steady pace alongside his own. Like an identical pair.

The firm reassurances she would declare moments before he’d leave, pumping herself up more than it did him. He had to admit, it was cute.

The small tunes she would hum whenever she thought she was alone, often mimicking the music that Fyodor would practice on his cello. She would deny listening to his practice sessions, but that humming always seemed to reveal otherwise.

Her expressions.

The small pout of her lips whenever she realizes that he is leaving on a mission for a prolonged period of time. She always tries to hide her disappointment, but her feelings become obvious with the slight quiver of her mouth.

The sparkle in her eyes as she looked upon him with intrigue, listening intently whenever he took the time to explain an intricate aspect of his plans or the complexity of his philosophies.

The calm smile that slowly appears on her lips whenever she sees him following a mission, eyes filled with relief and sympathy whenever she looks upon his tired form. It was an expression that would remain on her face as she made sure to take care of him.

Her laugh.

The small giggles she would make whenever she came across a humorous passage in her books, attempting to cover her laughter with her hand.

The way she would bend over, wheezing with tears coming from her eyes as he accidentally (or not-so-accidentally) brushed his fingers against the sensitive area of her skin near her hips.

The way she dismissively huffed whenever someone would annoy her, hiding it underneath an irritated chuckle as she attempted to maintain her composure. 

But there was one aspect that he felt was missing.

It was strange to forget something about someone who remained so close to his side. It murked him, his fingers thrumming as he contemplated the trait missing from the set. If he was candid with himself, he adored millions of things about her. But there was one aspect that persisted above the rest.

"Федя? I'm home!"

He froze; his gaze shifted from the patterns of the ceiling to the entrance of his study as a slight knock was made against the wall. And standing there was the lovely woman he had chosen to spend his days with, her lips curled up in a familiar smile as she leaned against the study's door frame.

"I may have gotten you a few little souvenirs," she chirped, swaying a large, heavy bag in front of him like a pendulum. "I know that you've wanted to expand your library, and I managed to find a few novels that weren't in your collection."

And it was in a quick moment of reflection and a surreal feeling of grounding he realized the trait he forgot to count. His favorite aspect out of all of her personality traits and physical attributes.

Her heart.

Always thinking of others. Considerate and thoughtful. In spite of their tainted world, there remained a kindness that was almost otherwordly inside her. It was rare to find someone who didn't always put themself first, but there she was. His rare gem, a diamond amongst coal.

And he smiled.

"Thank you, милая. Such a pleasant surprise. Come inside. Tell me the details of your trip."

It was that heart he would protect.

Федя = fedya милая = dear/darling

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[generalhumancloudalmond]

Here is a part 2 of this request👀

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Part 1: Four walls

Freedom

Platonic!Yandere!Decay of angels x Child!Male!Reader

You didn't understand how it happened. Your whole house was on fire, but neither Bram nor Fukuchi was there. Realizing that you were alone, you ran outside. Having been poisoned by gas, you felt weak and saw how everything was getting dark, and how the fire seemed to be parting in front of you. After making the last dash, you ran out of the house, your legs gave way and after a couple of steps you stumbled and rolled away from the burning building, where the fire wouldn't have reached you. Breathing heavily, you began to lose consciousness. The arms that grew out of the ground and wrapped around your weakening body were the last thing you saw.

But as soon as you opened your eyes, a large open evening or morning sky appeared before you, without smoke and suffocating gas. Sitting down carefully, you finally made sure that you were still alive and now you were on some wasteland.

"Ha ha ha! Who would have thought that of all the participants in this wonderful show, it is you who will complicate and ruin everything!"

"Ruin?..."

"That's right! After all, in the book you are already dead..."

You looked at this man in perplexity, afraid to utter a word. He was a psycho, it was obvious and his whole behavior screamed about it. Suddenly, he abruptly turned away from you to the left side and covered his mouth with his cloak, his voice also changed, he became more squeaky and it looks like now this madman was parodying you.

"Mr. Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol, what is a book?"

Then he abruptly turned to the right and took his hand away from his mouth, his voice became as before.

"A book is an ability that can change our entire reality and everything that is written in it will come true."

"Oh my God, you are so smart Nikolai Vasilyevich!"

"Oh please, no need to be so kind..."

"There's a man in the sky!"

You interrupted his monologue and pointed at the man in the sky.

"Hey, Sigma!"

It was true that another person was falling right from heaven on you. Noticing him, the psychopath began to adjust his clothes as if preparing for his triumphant appearance on stage. Gogol laughed loudly, unwrapping his cloak again and preparing to finally save Sigma.

Sigma turned out to be adequate, which could not but please. And during all of Gogol's explanations, you tried to stay close to him. Sigma, in turn, was frankly sorry for you, he knew that they wanted to kill you, and understood that if the plan didn't work out, then it definitely wouldn't end well for you.

"Hey! Of course, I understand that the audience should be separate from the speakers, but have a conscience! I saved you both, actually! And anyway, Y/n, I didn't expect this from you!"

Gogol began to point at you resentfully with his finger, like a small child with whom you refused to play by his rules.

"Stuck to Sigma like a bath sheet and zero attention to me! By the way, I am your savior and brother in misfortune! I didn't follow Dostoevsky's plan either, and I'm still alive! But you're still stuck with Sigma, not me! It's not fair! You know what? As a punishment for your indifference to me, you will be the first to go to prison to Fedya!"

"Wha...!"

Suddenly Gogol's hand grabbed your leg and started dragging you down. You instinctively grabbed for the nearby Sigma. He grabbed you tightly, not letting you be dragged away. And now you can easily be compared to some carrot that they stubbornly want to pull out of the garden.

"Ha Ha Ha! Well, you're both funny! But! Fortunately, I have two hands!"

A gun appeared out of the air, which was now aimed at Sigma's head. There was a click. You fell into space, and a cold jet of water hit Sigma in the face.

"You didn't think that I would kill you right after I saved you, did you, Sigma?..."

You found yourself in a strange room on the floor. After a couple of seconds, a man landed with a crash to your right. And a second later there were already two of them. And both of them frankly didn't inspire any confidence to you. Although after everything that happened to you, it would be strange if everything were different. They were both looking at you.

"You..."

"And here we are! Oh, Fedya! How glad I am!"

Finally, Nikolai and Sigma appeared. Gogol first jumped on the above-mentioned Dostoevsky, and Sigma stood aside. You began to carefully slip to him, he noticed your approach, too. He took a couple of steps and stretched out his hand a little. However, when you had only a few steps left, Gogol grew up between you and Sigma, and quickly caught your hand stretched out to Sigma.

"Fedenka, Fedya, look who else I've brought! Our favorite Y/n!"

Dostoevsky's gaze shifted back to you. But this time, an evil, devilish smile appeared on his lips, and devils danced in his eyes.

"What wonderful news..."

"I like him now too! You don't mind, do you, Fedya? Please, tell me, you don't mind!"

"Oh, Kolya... How can I..."

Dostoevsky came almost close to you, you didn't look at him, but that didn't stop you from feeling his sharp gaze and crazy smile. You flinched when his hand abruptly appeared on your head and began stroking.

"... I wrote you down in the sheet of book twice, but you never followed its plot, you are a denial of God and his mistake..."

Fear for your life and resentment an obscure resentment mixed inside you, not allowing you to move from your place. What are you supposed to do now anyway? Deny it? Cry? Beg for mercy? What?

At the same time, Dostoevsky loomed over you, his gaze was mad and even fanatical. His hand moved from your head to your chin and he made you look at him. You sobbed and a tear flowed down your cheek.

"It's unbelievable..."

Fedor didn't let a drop roll down your cheek, he caught it with his finger and together with the blood from his burr, he rubbed it over your face, forming a bloody trail, more like a scratch. Suddenly you were pulled by the arm and pulled into a cloak. Now you were standing away from Dostoevsky, right next to Gogol, who hid you in his cloak.

"Forgive me, Fedenka, but you never got along with children... oh! I know! Let Y/n be your additional motivation to win! Isn't that a good idea? Well, what do you say, Fedenka?"

"Really great extra motivation..."

"And if you lose... Then Y/n will stay with me..."

[kyouka-supremacy]

heyy!

for the character ask game, would you mind doing odasaku? 🤭♥️

Of course!!! <333

Favorite thing about them: He's normal. He's plain and uneventful and almost supposed to go unnoticed. Which makes him the perfect common man and character who's the easiest to relate to and see oneself into. He's the bridge between the extraordinary, superpowers world and our ordinary reality. The author loves to delve into the theme of “ordinary”, “avarege”, “uninteresting” men (x) (x) (also see: Sigma's whole character), and I think they're very good at executing it, and it really shows in the composition of Oda. It's a very compelling concept!

Least favorite thing about them: Well. Not his fault. But if I had to be honest the whole oda/zai fandom drama is, politely, quite tiring... I used to have my perplexions about Oda's moral code the first time I watched the anime, but I've long come to terms with the fact that bsd's worldviews are simply different from mine, so I don't really have issues with it anymore. I sincerely enjoyed his character during the anime rewatch of the Dark Era arc.

Favorite line: I guess “people live to save themselves” hits quite hard. I may disagree with bsd's morals, but I suppose a poignant line is still a poignant line.

brOTP: Buraiha trio,,,,,, Oda and his orphans,,,,,,, Also, I know they didn't have much space to interact in canon, but Oda and Akutagawa. It's kinda sweet how Oda stepped up to go to Akutagawa's rescue.

OTP: I like odazai a lot :) Buraiha trio too as a whole, probably.

nOTP: Oda/ngo; not because I take any issue with it (I ship pretty much everything), and I'm sure they care about each other a lot, but every single time without exception I've been exposed to fancontent of them it always framed them as “Dazai's parents”, which I personally find extremely distasteful. Personally, I perceive it as infantilizing Dazai, and it bothers me in particular in the way it clashes with the image of the Buraiha trio I have of people who respect each other and consider each other equals and on the same level despite their rank.. So, y'know.

Random headcanon: Right now I can't take off my mind this headcanon that Oda wears bracelets made for him by his orphans.

Unpopular opinion: He's the author's self-insert lmao. From the way he's the only writer character, to how Asagiri has him as their profile picture on their socials, to how he haunts the narrative but isn't directly part of it, it's really clear as the light of day for me. Which makes Dazai's reverence for and idolization of him a little funny pffttt.

Song i associate with them: I heavily associate Lovers' Suicide Oblivion by OPA to odazai. For some reason, another song that makes me think of Oda is Servant of Evil by mothy, with Oda as Allen and Dazai as Riliane. You know, I suppose. Deeply loving someone despite their being inherently evil due to being able to see the childish, genuine side of them no one else can see. Dying in front of them as the ultimate act of selfless love and their death prompting the other's redemption. One looking over the other after their death and guiding / protecting them. Yeah, I think it fits them.

Favorite picture of them:

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[killscreen65535]

The evolving politics of the mega man timeline are so funny when you think about it like in classic Mega Man it's like "yay it's the future ^_^ robot friends are here to help us ^_^ but watch out, sometimes there are bad guys that make the robots be evil >:( it's a good thing we have mega man to save the day! :)" And then in Mega Man X it's like "oh... maybe there were consequences to making a bunch of energy dinosaurs and flaming death bird robots so deeply enmeshed with every facet of our daily life. and sapient enough to have like, god complexes and anxieties and capacity for cruelty. and maybe it's not very good that the senseless violence seems to grind on unendingly. UMMM no it's fine there are good guy robots and they will always fight for us and everything will be okay as long as we have X and Zero to battle the evil Sigma ^_^" And then in Mega Man Zero it's like "hooooly fuck. jesus fucking christ. this was a mistake. this was all a mistake. why did we make so many of these sentient robots. why did we make SO MANY of these sentient robots. there's robot politics. they're fighting robot wars. we are all dying in the fucking robot wars. that robot just killed 20 million human people with a robot laser in robot space because of the robot politics. also the robots are gay"

[sigmadolos]

Anonymous said: Proshippers aren’t drama hun, they’re vile pedophiles using RP to whack off to. If you are okay following people like that.I’m gonna warn all my bsd moots to block you asap for condoning nasty shit

  In all my years on Tumblr I’ve never had to deal with this sort of bs and I don’t like to give voice to hate, but alright here we go. Although I am fighting the flu and is like 5 a.m. so maybe not my most coherent post.

Anon, I don’t see you posting hate about Kafka Asagiri? You know, the man who WROTE BSD and the characters? The one who allows for child soldiers to blow themselves up? Who blew up a bus full of orphans? Who has Dazai abusing the shit out of Akutagawa? Or Naomi and Junichirio (esp Bones for this one) ? That’s problematic my friend. MOST media is problematic. But people LOVE Fyodor, they LOVE Dazai, but heaven forbid someone like’s Mori or some of these other characters. You can like a character and not condone what the character does. Dazai kills, Fyodor kills, Chuuya kills, Sigma kills. Does that mean I condone killing because I write a character that kills? No. Nor do i condone the religious extremism of Fyodor, or the torture Nikolai puts people though, or a million other things in media that I like. Also, I like mythology and let me tell you. That shit is problematic as fuck but funny enough, a lot of people even anti’s are like well no, THAT’S okay! Which.......I genuinely do not understand. Like...why is THAT okay? I do genuinely want to hear an explanation for that.

I don’t deal with the whole pro/anti shipper drama that goes around these days. But if I don’t like something? I block it. Be it a person, a ship tag, a character tag, whatever it is. YOU are responsible for curating your space. There are ships I loathe, ships that disgust me and I never ever want to see, and so I block those tags and that’s that. Easy, drama-free, and now my space is free from it. At the end of the day, it’s YOUR (well my in this example) responsibility to curate your online space. And that’s what blocking is for. I can recommend Tumblr Servant as an extension, you can write a URL or tag or whatever in it and have it so it’s not just blocked but just never appears if the URL is mentioned anywhere in the post. There’s a lot of subjects that need to be handled VERY carefully like abuse and mental illnesses and such, and I for one would never ever write certain topics in RP or ever, like pedophilia or rape & so on and so forth. And I don’t follow those who do because it makes me uncomfortable to see in RP. If your issue is DazAku and DazAtsu (which doesn’t?? even apply to me??) in both cases they’re 2 years different and both are 20+ ? And if its something about it not being perfectly healthy, boy do I have news for you because Soukoku, Fyolai, Fyozai, Shin-Soukoku, a lOT of those aren’t healthy from where they stand in canon. Not fanon, but canon. I will never, ever send death threats to someone, least of all over fiction. Because let me tell you, a lot of the real life authors? Very Problematic by today’s standards and sometimes their own.  

Also, frankly, i’ve been in the Hunter x Hunter fandom and there’s way worse there. Like...canonly. FYI since I know the blog sending this or at least one, KuroKura isn’t underage (though far from my cup of tea for many other reasons) , Kurapika is 18/19 in that arc and Chrollo is somewhere close to 24/26 ish. Not my cup of tea for many reasons, but figured I’d point that out for you so you might want to delete that post if you’re trying to make that blog a good ‘evidence’ source.

While I’m at it. You can LIKE a character and despise what they do and who they are. There’s characters i HATE, but I can appreciate how they’re a good hero, antihereo, or villain, or how they move the plot forward. Characters are (optimally) vehicles for the narrative. A character can be WELL written and despicable, some are written PURPOSEFULLY for the audience to hate that character as a character. 

Anyways, there’s my stance on things. If you want to soft or hardblock me, that’s fine. I’m not going to hate you for it, or stalk you over it, or whatever else people do. Please do whatever makes you comfortable. I will not perpetuate this circle of hatred. If I write with someone you don’t like, either block their tag (i tag it all) or if you need to softblock, that’s fine too Your health matters.

[sigma-only]

Yours is genuinely one of my favorite blogs thank you for existing ♡

Aw, thank you! I was having a pretty bad week and this made me feel a lot better. I try to reblog and create as much Sigma content as I can for everyone to enjoy our favorite funny space man :)

[unlimitedhorsepower]

t&b2s airlines promo is so much...

keith is the captain and ryan is the first officer, which is so funny to me. what are they doing in the cockpit while the plane is on autopilot.

ryan is never wearing his uniform correctly and keith always remarks on it because maybe ryan just forgot:) one time ryan goes like “ahah yeah... what are you gonna do... help me maybe. what would the passengers think if my shirt was unbuttoned and by tie not done properly, am i right” and hes underestimating keiths sincerity here. because keith naturally considers this joke remark seriously

keith: “hmm... well if you are asking for help, of course!” ryan, who thinks keith is in on the joke: “go ahead then, eh?”

and ryan just lets keith button up his collar properly and tighten up the tie

ryan is trying to play it cool and decipher if this is some sort of sigma male intimidation technique or not, but we know keith isnt like that. hes serious about this. hes going to check ryans collar isnt too tight either you know it has to fit two fingers between the fabric and ryans neck, maybe ryans shirt is always improperly buttoned because its the wrong size.

hes smoothing out the lapels and tightening his tie and then he looks up while still holding the tie to be ready to adjust it

ryan is going to be plagued by this interaction for all flights to come while keith is none the wiser and minding his business. later on ryan has to bring this back up

ryan, casually: “hey remember that time you fixed my tie... i thought we were gonna kiss... that was crazy lol. what do you think of that haha.” keith: ”whuh- were- were we about to kiss? i uh wasnt aware! um sorry!” ryan: “i mean... if you wanted huh...”

anyway then the air control is gonna radio them and ask if the plane is gonna start to descend in altitude for landing. but still.

why are they, as men, sitting in a small confined space next to another man? ^ keith dialogue and that joke copyright @tigerexe​

[apoapsis]

@flashofyellowlights​ said,

“ even after everything you’ve done, i still care about you, Siebren. ”

                   It’s a strange circumstance to find himself under.

In retrospect, SIGMA might have even told him how funny it was, that the very man to self-proclaim himself a GOD should find himself shivering at her proverbial feet, clinging to any shred of meaning she’ll allow to fall within his reach. How, despite the vehemence and rabid conviction with which SIEBREN rejected every other social tether, he’d found himself directly ensnared and chose to allow the wire to cinch around his delicate throat.

                ... No, he’d cinched the damn thing around his own throat, hadn’t he?

Strange, how blinding his anger had truly been; remarkable, even, that he should have found it so disorienting as to see such vivid, blaring warning signs and actively continue forward. Sure, his eyes had been open the entire time, but what had he truly seen? At what point had he looked anywhere but ever forward, ever towards perceived cosmic darkness; towards infinity. Really, he’s more than certain that had been what SIGMA had been trying to tell him the entire time. How, in hindsight, each and every time SIGMA had urged for his attention, had been an attempt to redirect his forward focus to anything he thought would help him. How neglectfully absent he had been when SIGMA had spent twenty-seven years suffering all the same as he had. How sick his counterpart had been becoming right before his very eyes.

                 It was as if SIEBREN had all but killed SIGMA by hand.

He would’ve woken up by now otherwise. Why else wouldn’t he wake up?

                  “... I, ah... I really wish you wouldn’t.“ SIEBREN whispers hoarsely, those very same, forward-staring cloudy lavender eyes now boring holes into the floor between his sock-clad feet from where he sits, rigidly hunched over like a statue, despite the tremors that occasionally ripple through his body. Constantly under tension-- what more would he be without his outstanding tensile strength. “-- Things would be... far simpler.” For both of us.

Ah, but he’s still just as selfish as ever before.

                       So many things that should be said, would have to be said, and yet... Here the glutton still sits, nervously omitting key phrases that his processor-like brain is more than ninety-nine-point-nine percent certain will result in a prompt expulsion from her apartment. When he speaks to Angela-- every time he speaks to Angela-- it is as if he treads glass and nails with every misstep. Eventually, logistically speaking, there will inevitably come a point where he says the one thing that wakes her from whatever fantasy she’s convinced herself of in the hopes of... Well, he isn’t sure. That’s what’s been scaring him most, in the months following this tentative ‘reconciliation’, he still can’t quite place why she would place any further effort into him.

The only conclusion that seemed even remotely conducive in regards to such... irrational behavior on her part, the only thing that seemed to identify the rationality of the irrationality of it all, was the assumption and-or extrapolation that Angela was only doing this out of a sense of obligation either to SIGMA or... for SIGMA. It would be only natural for her to prefer the one over the other; even prior to harming her, SIEBREN had always speculated that Angela had and would always love SIGMA more than she could ever love SIEBREN. After all, he’d spent such a long time just in trying to get under her skin, to deter her from his counterpart exclusively because he had been so blisteringly jealous of the notion that SIGMA would dare select a stranger’s wishes over his own... even when not once had SIEBREN ever given him any real incentive to want him.

                  “-- I nearly... a-ah...“ Killed you. “-- and-- a-and I.... I genuinely think I finally broke SIGMA’S heart in doing so. I don’t... I just... don’t understand you anymore, I suppose.” SIEBREN admits, shifting dry eyes from their fixed point in space to gaze up at the ceiling. Not an improvement; he just fixates on a different point of focus-- anything to avoid glancing over and locking eyes with her. Remarkable, how the fragile, delicate little thing he’d nearly extinguished by his own hand seemed to dig her fingers so deeply into the first open sore he’s had in twenty-seven years-- all under the notion she was trying to help him, even now.

                  He doesn’t deserve the right to speak up.

If picking and prodding at his open, exposed nerves and haunting every waking hour of his new life was what brought to her comfort, and to him absolution, then so be it. He owes her that much; he’s very talented at being the object of frustration-- he can learn to live with it, if only in the chance it would mean she would continue to play this exhausting game with him, where she winds him so tightly and then asks him why he finds himself trembling so violently when she has him folded into himself beneath her like the bitch he is.

                    He is so hopelessly sick for Angela.

“... It is bad enough that I still want you to begin with-- w-worse yet, that I singlehandedly ruined a twenty-seven year relationship with my husband in one night...“ He’s just making himself out to be the victim, though, like always-- that’s probably what Angela hears whenever he opens his wretched, ungrateful mouth. Pathetic, how his god complex had been the only true barrier holding his nova-like rage from collapsing in on himself and saturating him in the very same, vitriolic hatred he’d subjected every other person to ever have the misfortune of coming into contact with him to. No wonder why everyone considered being around him to be akin to playing with fire in a dry field.

                     How fitting for him to scorch himself with his own wildfire.

It’s silent for a moment-- a moment that spans a lifetime, when SIEBREN is avoiding her eye with such purpose-- and for that one moment, he fears he may have, once again, said too much, as he hears her rise from where she’d been sitting across the room from him. Alarmed, his gaze instinctively snaps to Angela, hands bracing against the bed as he freezes with trepidation. However, the small, delicate hands that lift to cup his face are so paradoxically gentle as he sits there, trembling again, awaiting an order to leave... that never quite comes. “-- you really sh-” SIEBREN begins to say, only for her to gently press a hand over his mouth to silence him as she stands over him. Funny, how she looms over him in much the same way he did.

                     ‘Don’t.‘, he thinks as his stomach knots tightly, darting wintry hues anxiously analyzing the Valkyrie as she dares to bow forward and press a tender, lingering kiss to his forehead as the hand still cupping his cheek opts to lift and fiddle with his messy, unkempt white wisps of hair. Funny, how he looks just like SIGMA when his hair gets ruffled up.

However, in a small show of compassion-- mercy, perhaps?-- rather than addressing any of it, or going through the motions of trying to elaborate why she would still possess any shred of concern for the caged animal in front of her, Angela merely stands there between his knees, cradling his head flush to her chest... only to rock him in her gentle arms with an occasional sway on her feet. God, he wish he could just bring himself to properly cry, the burning of his sinuses and tightening of his throat being about as far as he could go. So many volatile emotions, so little of a meaningful outlet for any of them. “... Oh, Angela...” He whimpers against the center of her chest, his voice muffled a little by having his face pressed flush to the fabric of her clothing. It’s only then that he dares touch her, tremulous hands warily lifting to rest upon her hip and lower back and pull her nearer to him as he buries his face more insistently against her.

                    “... Lay with me, please...? I-- I-I, uh...” His throat’s so tight, nothing wants to come out.... ”I just... I, ah, j-just need... you right now, I think...“

“... Maybe I am just... tired. I probably just need to sleep... Maybe... I can... make you breakfast, or something...” SIEBREN murmurs softly, allowing his eyes to close for a moment as he embraces her in his hesitant, trembling grasp. He hates how he needs her for comfort when he should be comforting her.

                       “Anything you want from me, Angela-- all yours...“

[kakusu-shipping]

Gimme that 💕Overwatch!!

Yeeeeees thankyou very much!! I was working on a craft project and really hurt my hand here so I need something else to brainrot on so bless!!

Right out the gate; Anything with Junkrat. Anything. I could ship this man to the moon and back.

Roadrat is PEAK

Meihem??? Also fantastic

Boombox?? My life to two dumb 20-seomthings

Roadhog/Mei/Junkrat polycule? Chefs kiss

Lucio/Junkrat/D.Va polycule?? Cute, quality, dumbass friendgroup vibes

Junkrat/Cassidy and Junkrat/Ashe are right in the same area for me, I think Junkrat would love the cowboy aesthetic

Junk/Rein but in the Junkenstien version??? Yes. King shit.

Junkrat/Brigitte is so funny to me they would build so much dumb shit together and end up in the hospital for sure

I saw Junkrat/Zenyatta like twice and I've never recovered

Any ship with Junkrat will sail in my waters, I love him and think he would smooch just about anyone. Outside of him....

I am not immune to vanilla ass Gabriel Reyes/Jack Morrison dad gays

Cassidy/Genji is just so??? Peak. The vibes. Friends in a horrid situation making each other worse to separate growth to rekindled and healthier love?? Absolute GOLD

Moira/Mercy has so many vibes. They are Wine Aunts. They are Overworked and underappreciated lab partners. They are a bitter divorce. The R76 of WLW I'd say.

Someone asked what if Roadhog and Mercy kissed and I honestly never recovered from it. When pigs fly. I love them. Big man tiny wife.

Roadhog/Reinhart, just a couple old men. Chefs kiss especially when paired with Junk/Brig

If Sigma and Doctor Harold Winston didn't makeout on the moon base I will eat my hat I love my space dads!!

Mauga/Baptiste is the single greatest rarepair in Overwatch and if the second Mauga is in OW2 they don't become fandom peak I'm going to beat someone with a hammer

Also Mauga/Bap/Sombra Talon polycule I think is fantastic

BOBYATTA BABY

I also think Lucio and Doomfist are cute I don't know their dynamic at all but the size difference and the chance to see Akande looking soft makes fantastic fanart

Zarya and Brigitte is very very peak butch woman girlfriends and I love them

Ashe/Widowmaker is good for both the drastic difference in vibes and also their ship name is Ouihaw

Someone’s been putting a lot of Zenyatta/Cassidy on my dash lately and with ever post I am getting closer to being right there on the boat with them

Some honorable mentions I don't have many thoughts on but certainty get a thumbs up are like

Sombra/Symmetra

Tracer/Emily (Love to the canon queers)

Lucio/Reinhardt

Lucio/Genji

D.Va/Lucio

Reinhardt/Ana

Sombra/D.Va (gamer girlfriends)

Doomfist/Zenyatta

Sombra/Baptiste (they are exes for sure tho)

Brig/D.Va

Zenyatta/Maximilien

BOB/Cassidy

Genji/Sombra

Lucio/Zenyatta

Widowmaker/Hanzo (Queerplatonics)

Ashe/Genji

Orisa/Bastion

Mei/Zarya

Zarya/Lynx17

Reinhardt/Sigma

Sigma/Sombra

Sombra/Cassidy

On top of all this, I wish I had someone I shipped Winston with. I LOVE Winston, he's so cute and sweet and honestly the most well balanced functional man in the game, and I wish he had someone to smooch.

Like me.

[agape-philo-sophia]

➝ These are real mission patches from black operations programs within the United States military 🚨

The insignia shown here contain symbols strongly associated with the occult. There are many more of these mission logos that have been released to the public. Some are funny and some are frightening. Here is a brief description of the ones shown here:

➝ A & C: [A] is a patch for a NRO spy-satellite launch. Most will probably recognize this Illuminati 101 symbolism: An unfinished pyramid topped by the All-Seeing Eye. “LMA” at the bottom right most likely refers to Lockheed Martin Aerospace, which is the ultimate Big Brother mega-company working with the CIA, NRO, NSA and IRS. Above the All-Seeing Eye is written “Supra Summus”, which can be translated to “Most Superior and Highest”.

➝ [C] Other NRO spy-satellite launches have also used similar designs. Paraphrased from Vigilant Citizen

➝ B: TENCAP is an acronym for “Tactical Exploitation of National Capabilities” and is a collection of programs involving the cutting edge of warfare. “The purpose of the AF TENCAP program is to exploit the current and future potential of existing national, commercial, and civil space systems and national air-breathing systems, and to provide these capabilities to the warfighter as rapidly as possible.” In PSYOPS, “Special” almost invariably means “black” or highly classified. Does the “highly classified part” of the mission have something to do with the fact that the badge bears the face of an inter-dimensional being? The saying at the bottom, “Oderint Dum Metuant” is usually associated with Caligula, the first-century Roman emperor whose name became synonymous with depravity, madness, and tyranny. It translates as “Let them hate so long as they fear.” Right. Paraphrased from Vigilant Citizen

➝ A National Reconnaissance Office program patch, whose referent remains entirely obscure. The Latin inscription translates as “Never before, never again.” Excerpt from Cabinet Magazine

➝ E: This was the original version of a patch commemorating a flight test of a B-2 “Spirit” stealth bomber. The sigma symbol on the test shape’s outline signifies invisibility. The number “509” refers to the 509th Bomb Wing, which operates the United States’ stealth bombers from Whiteman Air Force Base in Missouri. The “alien” could be a reference to the history of the 509. In 1947, the 509th was based at Roswell, New Mexico. The dog-Latin phrase Gustatus Similis Pullus translates as “Tastes like chicken.” ??? This patch was eventually modified when Air Force officials insisted that the phrase “Classified Flight Test” could not appear on the design. In an updated version of this patch, that phrase has been replaced with the words “To Serve Man.“ Excerpt from Cabinet Magazine

➝ F: Based at Groom Lake, the Special Projects Flight Test Squadron is the Air Force’s premier “black” squadron for testing classified prototype aircraft. The squadron’s mascot is a wizard. A collection of six stars (five plus one) on the patch is a reference to the unit’s operating location: the secret base known as Area 51. The sigma symbol in the wizard’s right hand is a reference to the ideal radar signature of a stealth aircraft: zero. On the right side of the patch, the falling globe references aluminum balls dropped from the sky to calibrate radar equipment. Lightning bolts, such as the one emanating from the wizard’s staff, often refer to electronic warfare. The aircraft in the lower right is probably a generic symbol representing flight testing. The sword at the bottom of the image refers to a recently declassified Boeing stealth demonstrator known as the “Bird of Prey”: the handle on the sword approximates the shape of this prototype. Excerpt from Cabinet Magazine

➝ G: This is a program patch from the National Reconnaissance Office, the United States’ “black” space agency whose existence was a secret until the early 1990s (the agency was formed in the early 1960s). DRAGON is an old code name within the BYEMAN information compartment for the infrared imaging capabilities on CRYSTAL (advanced KH-11) reconnaissance satellites. Excerpt from Cabinet Magazine

➝ H: “Procul Este Profani”: “Keep your distance, you who are uninitiated.” Excerpt from Vigilant Citizen

➝ I: A giant angry dragon clutching the planet, bringing destruction from space. That’s a nice way to symbolize space missions. In PSYOPS symbolism, dragons typically represent signals-intelligence satellite launches. The phrase “Omnis Vestri Substructio Es Servus Ad Nobis” can loosely be translated to “All your base are servant to us”. This phrase does not make much sense, except that it vaguely states that the world is owned by those who made that patch. But this phrase is also reminiscent of a geeky 2002 Internet meme based on a poor translation in an old-school Sega game. This allusion to popular culture is quite funny yet disturbing … I’m pretty sure they truly believe that all our base are belong to them.

[lagomort]

Wait why do you hate the other Sigma ships??

Oh boy, you're really having me swing a bat at the Sigma Enjoyers hornet's nest here. This ask is from a long while ago, but I’m going to take a crack at it now.

I'll try my absolute best to keep this out of the tags. They can all do what they want, and I won’t ever attack people, but I do have some personal subjective thoughts.

I will clarify one thing: my Sigma/Reaper is so extremely riddled with headcanons that whatever the maybe Two other people who like this ship do, is absolutely not what I do. I acknowledge that I'm miles from canon and in the woods and do not pretend otherwise. I am weird... but I am free. 

I’ve written like 150k words of them also. Planning to just steal aspects of the characters that I like and give them to OCs, tbh. They’re like 80% there already.

Also obligatory Do Not Give Blizzard Money, Do Not Give Them Your Time, Let Them Fall Into The Sea, etc. I’m only here because I have worms in my brain. No I do not give them money or playtime either.

To give it a summary that you can skip if you like, I basically arrived at Sigper from:

- Self recognition through the other is the big one here.

- Also this comic. 

- They’re both people being manipulated by the people around them. I do still strongly subscribe to the Gabriel is brainwashed theory that arose from around the Retribution event. I will not let it go. The idea of there being some resentment there that got made bigger and bigger through some kind of chemical mind manipulation is so much better than him just becoming a murderer for kicks.

- (An aside: The characterisation for Gabriel presented by a certain short story is dumb. It’s really dumb. He’s not a god damn cop. He’s not gullible enough to believe anything Ak/ an/ de says of his own free will. He’s not consumed by violence like he’s a knockoff Punisher. And I refuse to have him be straight married with a kid. Yes I am in denial, no I won’t stop.)

- They’re both trapped in pretty terrible circumstances. Bonding through that isn’t uncommon.

- Unlike The Makers Of This Wretched Game, I do actually think Gabriel is extremely smart. He’s not a scientist but he knows a lot of things. He has a lot of diverse interests. Costume design, theatre, literature (masque of the red death costume baby!!!)... music, too. I think they have a lot of thoughts and feelings in common even though that would seem odd. 

- Given Reaper is basically indestructible, he’s the only person it would be impossible for Sigma to kill. Which is pretty important, given that for a long time he had no control over his abilities whatsoever. I also headcanon that Sigma can’t die (you can send me an ask about this too if you want, I have my funny reasons) so it’s kind of like... the bond of being the only bitch the other one can’t kill.

- Also Talon probably brought Reaper in to help out with sedation etc. when they needed to do tests on Sigma early on because you probably don’t want your doctors who can be crushed by space magic to be crushed by space magic. But you do have this other invincible dude hanging around.

- When I started liking them as a ship, they only had one single interaction. Or, more specifically, Sigma’s half which got datamined. And when it was eventually completed it involved Reaper actually being nice to someone, which made me utterly ecstatic. 

- ^ Because back then they actually characterised Sigma as basically a masking autistic man trying Very Very Hard to act normal, and not the bumbling annoyance to everyone he speaks to that he is in The Sequel. Of course now they have another interaction with the new game and it sucks but I Do Not See It.

- I imagine that Reaper’s basically contractually obligated to be nice to him, in my headcanon idea of it. You really don’t want the magic space guy who can bring the base down in an instant to find out that you’re a bunch of murderers. And then perhaps... it stops being obligation? Hm?

- Also objectively funny to ship when Michael Chu said that Sigma wasn’t going to be ‘walking down the corridor, running into Reaper’ in an interview.

- There’s more but I’ll spare you unless you actually want to read it.

Anyway. Onto my opinions on the other flavours, which is what you actually asked for. Obligatory you can like what you want disclaimer here.

1. Sigma x M o/i//r a: 1. She's just... so clearly a butch lesbian. Please stop doing this to her. 2. The only three flavours of this that basically ever exist are domestic, which I could never see Moira being into least of all from a man, her being his therapist for some reason, and just straight up rape/sexual abuse. Not doing it for me. 

2. Sigma x R ein//h ar/dt: This one isn't terrible or anything, I just really don't think they're compatible people. Yes I know this is very funny coming from the Sigper enjoyer, but it's also very very very boring to me. Most of the fic and fanart just has them being nice to each other with barely any plot glue to hold it together,  which is not my scene.

3. Sigma x Ha//ro ld W //ins ton: I literally cannot imagine a more boring ship. They were 'good friends' according to the lore which is normally a fun gay code phrase, but there is nothing that draws me to them. This one is just generically nice. There is no flavour. Harold is the Dead Fairytale Mother of O ve r//wa tch characters.

4. Sigma x M e r//c y: I've fallen asleep. You basically can't get more boring than this. There is nothing here aside from another woman to make into Sigma’s therapist.

5. Sigma x S//o m//b r a: Basically all the people I see ship this just use S o// m b//r a as their self insert for out of character age gap kink stuff and it is 1. really weird and 2. a disservice to both characters involved. Not at all my scene.

6. Sigma x Lu//c io: This one was around when Sigma came out and then, thankfully, dropped off the face of the earth. This is just... nothing to me.

7. Sigma x R oa//d h//og: There's only one person who does this one and I'm fascinated to learn how their brain works. How on earth did you even arrive at this. I need to study you.

8. Sigma x B ap//tis//e: Okay this one's extremely awesome. I wish more people liked it. I don't hate literally every Sigma ship that isn't Sigper, but that's not as dramatic to say. These two have a lot you can draw from, given their Talon affiliations, and it's criminally underutilized in the fandom. They're also both characters with interesting emotional conflicts. Solid close #2 behind Sigper.

9. Sigma x Se//l f In //s//ert: CAN YOU ALL STOP MAKING THEM ALL WAIFISH LITTLE 18 YEAR OLD GIRLS TO SHIP WITH THIS 62 YEAR OLD MAN? PLEASE? PLEASE? PLEASE?

10. Sigma x Z en//yatt//a: It's okay, I suppose. Not really super exciting, and definitely far behind any other Zen ships. Most of it's just him being a therapist, which isn’t my flavour.

Anyway that, uh... about sums it up. Enjoy, I suppose? Feel free to send more asks about this if you want, but I really don’t want to get in any fights.

[sprydecreates]

berries with breakfast

part one

requested: nope

warnings: none

pairings: gary rennell x [y/n]

type: fluff ; roommate au ; full body ; 962 words ; she/her pronouns used

visuals: a look inside gary’s instagram

summary: gary rennell is [y/n]’s roommate at HAMU; as a matter of fact, he’s the only guy roommate in the complex. he keeps to himself, until one morning when he shares some drama with [y/n].

a/n: i’m back on the playing field???? i hope you all enjoy this little series i have in mind. not sure how many parts it will be, but i’m excited for it!

it’s a sunday afternoon, and [y/n] is sitting in the kitchen space of her dorm room. she’s having off brand cinnamon toast crunch, cheap juice, and a few strawberries that are already a bit mushy. there’s not much to do today; it’s labor day weekend, so she doesn’t have any classes to look forward to on monday.

as she’s spacing out, she hears the door down the hall open. her dorm mate, gary, strides down the hallway in a subtly drowsy manner. he usually doesn’t come out of his room, so it’s a rare sight to see him. but he’s usually as he is now: shirtless, light sweat from sleeping under his bulky quilt, and his hair in disarray. “hey,” he says, opening the fridge door to take out his personal orange juice.

[y/n] looks up, covering her mouth so she won’t dribble her milk everywhere, “morning.” it was mumbled, and rather cute to gary. she always said good morning to him whenever he left for his morning class, so he made it a routine to greet her when he ran into her.

“got any plans today?” he turns around and sits his carton on the counter space diagonal to her.

“nah,” [y/n] sits her spoon down as she speaks, “just gonna stay in. catch up on some sleep, i guess.”

gary nods as he turns to the cabinet where the cups reside, “i feel ya.” the conversation stalls, and the only sound filling the kitchen is the juice hitting the “historic dockyard chatham” tourist cup of his.

things were usually this quiet with gary, anyway. [y/n] and the other two suitemates think it’s because gary is the only guy in the dorm; you know, he was just a little nervous. [y/n] had looked up gary’s instagram, and he seems to be a normal yet wildly attractive guy. into machinery, always flexed his contraptions which were pretty impressive to say the least. he also taste-tested and rated beer? there are a handful of girls, and some guys too, who are drooling over him in his comments. some art majors, a physical therapy major, and a biology major; plus some sorority girls pulling some competition as well. but he didn’t seem to respond, for the most part. he only responded to the people who showed interest in his hobbies. and his nan.

gary pulled out his phone to look at early morning and missed texts from the party he attended the night before. he was grumbling a bit loud, just so [y/n] could hear. “everything alright,” she asked in a soft voice.

“eh,” he paused as he put his orange juice back into the fridge door, “i don’t wanna pull you into my drama.”

“drama?” she spoke as gary turned on his heels to face her, “like, harsh or petty?”

gary takes the seat in front of her on the opposite side of the island. if he pays $9,800 for this apartment style dorm, he may as well make use of it and chat with a pretty girl at breakfast, “more or less,” he takes a second to think, “probably petty.”

“probably?” she questioned him to move the conversation along. this is the first time gary has been around her for longer than two minutes, so she was going to soak up as much information as possible. plus, she gets to be entertained for a while.

he has the rim of the cup pressed to his bottom lip, but mumbles an answer anyway, “yeah.” [y/n] waits for him to finish his drink, “sorry, just a little parched,” she waves him off, “right, i was at the sigma pi party last night?” [y/n] nods, mumbling a ‘yeah’, “there was this girl there, and she swears up and down that she knows me. her mate says she’s met me before too.”

fifteen minutes pass, and gary has taken [y/n] down this long road of explanation, confusion, and text messages. “so i’m guessing they got the right man, seein’ as the last message was an hour ago and said ‘we’ve found him, sorry about that!’.”

[y/n] sat quietly, nodding her head as she took everything in, “uh-huh.”

gary stretches his arms out, palms open and up, “confusing innit?!” he slumps back in his chair, winded after the conversation. he takes a sip from his cup, noticing that [y/n] hasn’t replied, “uh, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to jabber for so long-”

“i’m just,” she placed her index fingers and thumbs against her temples, squinting her eyes to show further confusion, “how could they confuse you, broad shoulders and BRITISH, with that mason dude who literally looks NOTHING like you?”

gary lets out a soft sigh of relief as [y/n] giggles at the situation. they both share a laugh as [y/n] leans back in her own seat. once the noise settles down, [y/n] offers gary the last strawberry; to which he takes happily. she watches him peel the leafs off before eating while she replays what he just said in her mind. “don’t ever apologize for talking, especially to me. we’ve all kind of been wondering who you are,” she turns her attention to her now soggy cereal, “so it’s nice to finally talk with you. you’re really funny.”

gary’s wrist lays limp on the counter, leaf still in between his fingers. nobody has ever encouraged him to talk, apart from his nan. “oh, uh,” his eyebrows furrow at the sudden affection and his eyes shifting from various parts of the counter to avoid [y/n]’s eye contact, “well. thank you. i appreciate it. maybe i’ll come out and chat more, as long as you’re out here.”

[y/n] gave a soft nod and grin once gary lifted his eyes to hers, “yeah, that’d be great.”

[ghost-hyunjin]

Stupid Ideas Lead to New Friends

TW: Summoning a demon, demon rituals, trespassing in condemned buildings, stereotypical fraternity behaviors/antics, hazing, ghost behaviors, rumors of haunted places, language, trying to film a paranormal event, ghost eating and reading, mention of summoning a secumbus, insults

“I can’t believe this,” one of the boys grumbled as he carried a bag in one hand.

One of the other boys threw him a look and told him to stop whining. The first boy protested that he wasn’t.

“Come on, even you guys probably think this is a stupid idea,” the first guy explained. “This is the kind of shit I’d do in grade school, like the Bloody Mary mirror thing. What are they hoping to accomplish with this?”

“To scare off the pledges who aren’t fit to make it into Sigma Phi Epsilon,” a second guy replied as he hoisted the tripod for their camera on his shoulder. “Nothing’s gonna happen – this stuff is all part of the initiation.”

“You mean hazing,” a third guy reminded them. “The school doesn’t endorse this shit and yet here we are, falling for it and not saying anything.”

“It’s nothing,” the second guy insisted, “no one wants to admit it, but this happens at more places than just our campus. Come on, let’s get inside – thought there was some talk about rain tonight and this equipment isn’t cheap.”

Hyunjin nursed an apple in one pale hand while the other held a book on ghosts that he borrowed from the library. He hoped to figure out his condition and why he was still stuck here, or namely, in his old dorm near his university, but the book turned out to be more about famous haunted places than about why ghosts stayed put. Still, he was finding it a bit interesting to say the least.

He brought the apple to his lips and took a loud bite, chewing and crunching as he read the section on ghosts in Los Angeles. He was about to turn the page when he heard low, muffled voices downstairs and froze. He leaned forward and strained his ears.

“Watch the board – it’s pretty sharp,” one male voice warned.

“Yeah don’t wanna get a tetanus shot,” another murmured.

“That’s metal moron,” a third voice scolded.

The ghost heard a few more voices and rolled his eyes as he closed his book quietly. He polished off the rest of his apple as quickly as he could and carried the core with him as he went down a few floors to investigate. He made his way to the front desk where the resident advisors used to sit to greet everyone, and hid behind the desk to observe.

At least five or six guys were standing in the front entryway for his old dorm, one carrying a camera and another carrying a bag of well, who knows what?

They’re still making the pledges do this stupid ghost hunting crap, Hyunjin thought with a roll of his eyes. He resisted the urge to sigh dramatically and draw attention to himself. For the past year, a few of the Greek life groups, including some sororities, had forced their pledges to trespass on his old dorm in search of him or forced them to spend the night in the creepy, abandoned dorm. While the ghost had used his own brand of scaring off the intruders, eventually he slipped an anonymous tip to the office about the Greek life groups involved, which seemed to stop them for a while. But it was a new school year and probably no one thought to warn the new heads of the groups that going here could result in suspension or expulsion.

“Careful dumbass! These are collectible!”

“Why’d you wear them then? They go for $700 now!”

“Because I wanna wear them and look fly,” the guy with the collectible sneakers snapped.

The ghost saw they were drawing a pentagram on the ground with melted candle wax, while another was removing regular candles from the bag.

“You mean you wanted to show off to the demon that you’re rich, especially if it’s a hot girl one,” the guy drawing the pentagram teased.

A demon? So this time it wasn’t about him? the ghost thought in confusion. He played with the apple core in his hands and glanced over his shoulder in the direction of the pledges.

The guys finished drawing the pentagram and were placing the candles on the lines, making sure to leave space for them to stand on the outer line of the drawing. One of them produced a scrap of paper from his pocket and began reading off something about welcoming the spirit they were about to summon and blah blah.

“Wait where did you find this?” one guy interrupted.

“Shut up – the president of the frat gave it to me!”

“It’s a joke,” another guy sighed as he looked around at the other pledges.

The guy reading off the scrap of paper continued as if nothing happened and Hyunjin slowly lifted his head to see what was happening, remaining invisible.

The candles were all lit and he saw the pledges standing on the outer part of the drawing, with one guy reading off the scrap of paper. Behind one guy stood the tripod with a camera set-up, the tiny red light blinking to show it was recording.

Once the guy finished reading, he looked up from the scrap and he closed his eyes as a gust of wind dragged across his face. The rest of the guys were forced to close their eyes as the wind picked up and kicked up the dust and debris from the surroundings, eventually putting out all of the candles.

The ghost winced as he rested his hands on top of the desk, looking around to see what was happening. Sure the dorm got drafty at times, but it was never this crazy. What the Hell had these idiots done?

His eyes snapped to the pentagram and he saw two hands emerge from the center, followed by wrists, arms, and the top of a head. He froze and stared wordlessly at the pentagram as the figure appeared from nowhere, pushing himself up and out of the drawing. The wind was starting to die down slowly and a few of the guys opened their eyes, shocked to discover there was a young man standing in the center of the pentagram before them.

The young man pushed his sleeves up and looked at everyone around him, an amused look on his face. “You called mortals?”

The guy who read off the scrap of paper dropped it. He muttered off a string of curses as he stared at the young man in disbelief.

The one with the collectible sneakers scoffed and looked at the others. “I thought we were summoning a hot girl demon, not this girly boy,” the sneakers guy complained as he gestured to the young man.

The young man in the center stiffened at the insult and began crossing over the pentagram lines to approach the guy who called him a “girly boy”. He gripped the sneaker guy’s hoodie in one hand and roughly pulled him close to his face. “Watch what you say,” the young man warned as his eyes narrowed. “All I see is a pathetic do-nothing who squandered his granny’s money on a worthless pair of flashy shoes.” He released the sneaker boy’s hoodie and shoved him away, the force being enough to make the guy stumble and fall to the ground.

The demon continued to walk to the outside of the pentagram, provoking another guy to claim that the demon wouldn’t be able to leave the pentagram. This only made the demon snicker as he raised a foot and took a single step outside of the pentagram, then another. Once he was standing outside of the diagram, he raised a brow and allowed his eyes to darken, his lips twisted into an evil grin.

“You were saying?”

The rest of the pledges panicked and began running for the door. One of them yanked the camera off the tripod and almost tripped on the way out. Sneaker guy caught the camera guy and dragged him away from the dorm, the pledges running and shouting as they ran away.

The demon chuckled as he stared at the door and peered out the window to watch the boys run, almost trip due the rain, and scream about a demon coming after them.

Hyunjin blinked as he stared from his hiding place and tried to figure out what to do. He had no reason or business to bother this demon and he only wanted to escape and go back to reading. He wasn’t sure if the demon was planning to stick around for good, but there was plenty of room where the ghost could hang out to avoid him. Hell, even he could sneak into the library and stay there forever. Yeah, maybe that was a better plan.

“They bother you too?”

The ghost froze when he heard the voice and he stayed rooted where he was. Maybe it was a fluke. After all, he was invisible.

The demon took long strides to the desk and he peered down where Hyunjin was hiding, currently invisible to the human eye. He bore his eyes into the spot where Hyunjin was crouched and leaned on the desk, softening his expression.

“I know you weren’t with them and I think this is really your place, right?” the demon asked. “Don’t worry I won’t tell anyone about you living here.”

The ghost swallowed the lump in his throat and slowly made himself visible to the demon. He stared up at the young man’s face and nodded.

“Actually, I thought they were here to find me, cause I died in this building and some of the other frats and sororities thought it would be funny to make the potential recruits come here and stay the night or play Ghost Hunter to find me,” Hyunjin explained. “I was planning to do the old school ghost tactics to get them to leave, but then they said they were gonna summon a demon so...”

The demon sighed and he motioned for the ghost to stand up. He made a face as his stomach made a loud noise and he looked at Hyunjin.

“You don’t know a place where a guy could grab a bite, do you? I’d pay if you don’t mind keeping me company.”

@demon-lee @vampiremomo @guitar-sihyeon​

[nachohypno]

Pine’s College Jocks 2 Ch. 5 - Just watch and be nice

Something was… off.

I was standing on the living room, like any other day.

But, I couldn’t move my body, only my head.

I looked around after I noticed that little handicap. I could hear some voices to my right, so I just looked that way and noticed an awful sighting.

Three persons were in the room with me, a few meters away.

Leo was standing there, meanwhile Gary and Mike were on their knees in front of him. Gary was smiling with a bit of drool coming out of his mouth, his eyes glassy as he drawled loyalty and devotion to Leo.

Mike was shaking. Like he didn’t want that to happen to him. I wanted to move, but I couldn’t. I wondered what was going on, until I noticed Mike closing his eyes.

A tear dropped from one of his eyes as he whispered my name. A few seconds later, a smile crosses his face as his glassy eyes looked up at his new master, swearing his devotion and love to him.

I felt a weird pain on my chest. I was hurt, I could feel my heart breaking at the sight of my best friend and boyfriend abandoning me after being mind-controlled by another guy.

A few seconds later, I opened my eyes.

I was on my bed, as Mikey hugged me. I noticed my face was wet and my eyes were teary. Fuck, it was just a nightmare.

I grabbed my phone to check the time. 3 am.

Just a stupid nightmare, I guess.

“Pine…” Mike mumbled, as I noticed that my phone had the brightness maxed, and it shined on his face. “…Is everythin’ a’ight?”. His sleepy voice suggested that I woke him up by accident.

“It’s nothing, just a weird dream” I told him, before placing the phone back at the night table and laying back down, as Mikey hugged me again. “Mike?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you” I said, before closing my eyes.

The guy leaned in to kiss me, before answering “I love you too, bro… let’s get some sleep…”

I dozed off, trying to take the nightmare out of my mind.

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Next morning, I didn’t want to get up. I was tempted to stay in bed the whole day, just being hugged by Mike and not thinking about anything.

He seemed to have the same idea as I did, because he hugged me tighter and showered my face with kisses.

“Morning bro” he mumbled, in between kisses. I smiled, until I felt him pulling away and getting up. I opened my eyes and looked at him go, feeling a bit betrayed.

“Good morning” I mumbled, as he smiled at me before walking out of the room in his undies.

A week passed since the Luke incident, since I paused completely the sports club plan. I spoke to Leo a few times, but told him to give me some space to think about stuff. He understood it, and told me to call him if I needed anything.

I reluctantly got up too, and tidied my pajama a bit, before following Mike. “Hey bro!” He loudly asked from the kitchen as I walked in the living room. “Did you wake up last night or I dreamed it? I can’t remember if it actually happened!”

I rubbed my head a bit, before walking into the kitchen “You don’t need to scream…” I yawned “…Yeah, had a nightmare and woke up. It was pretty intense, but nothing important”

But he seemed to wake up a bit goofy today. That, or he wanted to cheer me up. “Awww, really bro?” He left the mug he had on his hand and walked up to me, pressing my cheeks with his hands like an old grandma. “Are ywou wonna cwy?” And now he tried to imitate a little baby to mock me.

Before I could complain, he leaned in and kissed me, when the coffee machine made its usual ‘beep’ sounds, stating it was ready.

“Jerk” I told him, after he let go of me. I was pretty much used to his prankster side, had to live with it for half of my life and it was one of my favorite things about Mikey.

The guy would try really hard to make you laugh if he saw you sad (Unless he outs you at school, that is. His prankster side gets muffled by the ‘Don’t get anywhere near me’ instinct)

He turned to me as he kept walking backwards “I love you too”, finishing the statement with a wink and a smile, before turning around again to finish with the breakfast preparations. “Any plans for today? I thought about inviting a few bros over for the day. So awesome to have a few days without classes to rest, bro!”

I walked up to him and rested my back against the wall. Still thinking about the nightmare, I decided what to do “I thought about inviting Leo with me to catch the next coach. Probably one of the guys at campus, to avoid dragging random people into my mess. Hoping it actually works out this time and it’s not one of my dumb ideas”

Mike looked at me, frowning. “Hey, don’t talk about yourself like that. You’re brilliant, bro. One of the smartest guys I know, just as smart as Neil!” Neil was this guy he met during freshman year. Apparently, the football team used to have a system with the nerdy guys.

They did their essays in exchange for arranging dates with some hot girls. It was quickly dropped after my takeover of the team, of course. The team now help the guys without expecting anything in exchange.

Mike took the time to get to know his “designated nerd”, and they became nice friends afterwards.

“But seriously now, you’ve been doing a lot of great stuff with your powers, and that’s no dumb shit bro. Give yourself some credit or I’ll make you” He tried to sound menacing, holding his fist up, but his angry face quickly turned into a smile, then a laugh. “Sorry, can’t be angry at you. But you get my point, right?”

I nodded, a bit nervous about his sudden need to defend me from myself. It was weird. “S-sure, I do”

He smiled at me, and leaned in to kiss my cheek “Perfect, babe. Now, want some coffee and bacon?”

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I waited at the campus entrance, I had an idea for the next coach, to focus on local people rather than going around the city and potentially fucking an innocent person’s life, as you do.

I couldn’t take the nightmare off my mind, but that was probably a product of my nervousness.

I grew to see Leo as a threat to myself, and my friends. But that’s not what I wanted at all, a war between mind controllers is the last thing I would want, and I had a feeling that Leo wouldn’t like that either.

So far, he had this… childish man attitude that resulted annoying and in the same time, mildly dangerous.

I mean, first, he erased the coach’s personality when I wanted to… ‘ask’ him to work for me in the sports club. Second, he somehow crossed paths with Luke and made him want to suck me off ‘to compensate for all the wrong he did to me’, having him break into my house during the process.

Both of those times I’ve been able to fix things as best as I could, but I preferred not to see things getting out of control.

My objective of today was the rugby coach, and my chosen partner was the friendly Sigma Nu frat president. He was the rugby team’s captain, and I felt more at ease having him around for this day.

And for Leo, I invited him over to see how I work, maybe he could take notes and would understand a bit more what our differences are?

I shook my head for the fifth time as the nightmare replayed on my mind. I hated it, but it wasn’t Leo’s fault. Just my mind playing tricks on me, huh.

“Yo!” I heard a familiar voice say. I noticed Leo just got off his car and walked towards me. “So nice to hear from you, never answered if you liked my present”

“I’m… I don’t have the energy to reprimand you for that,” His face turned into a slight frown, but can you blame me?! “But I’d like to pretend that the Luke incident never happened, and spend another day with you”

“Yas!” He said, throwing a punch to the air. Huh, he seemed really happy today. I noticed he wasn’t wearing his usual preppy clothes, but rather some jock-ish clothes. He had a fitted purple tee and some black leggings with white streaks at the side.

He looked like ready to hit the gym, so I guess I just interrupted his workout session and he thought I was more important than working out.

…I blushed at the thought, and I felt embarrassed for being so idiot to not ask him what was he doing before asking him to go with me.

But again, it was difficult to be kind with the guy when I had a nightmare involving him playing on loop in my mind.

“We’ll be doing another part of my plan today,” He raised an eyebrow, with curiosity “But, I’m leading today. I think our styles are really different and… I’d like to show you how’s my work style” I explained, as he listened intently.

He shrugged “Sure thing, man. I’ll remain behind ya and enjoy the show”

I nodded. Huh, that was easier than I expected.

“Great, c’mon. I asked a friend to come with us too, he’s at the frat house” I motioned him to follow me, and he did. 

Funny enough, even when he was older, he looked just like some of this place’s freshmen jocks. He didn’t seem really old; he could totally pass as a 20 years old student if he wanted.

We went on our way, but he seemed to be pretty lost. Good thing I spent a year and a quarter here, I’m pretty familiarized with the campus.

It’s been a while since I’ve been in the frat house. It looked as good as always, which seems impressive since it’s managed by a lot of party jocks, but they followed the rules like their lives depended on it.

A surprising thing, but I really liked it. It made me a proud frat bro!

Aiden came out from the front door as we were about to go inside. “Yo, bro” He said, extending his fist for a bump. He was wearing a soccer team uniform, with the usual red and gold colors, long socks, knee pads and gloves for the hands.

We fist bumped, then he kept walking to the soccer field. He was wrestler, but his friend Connor (The soccer team’s captain) asked for help with some strategies and practice. 

“A friend, I assume” Leo mumbled, as we walked inside the frat house.

“Yup, he helped me when I was trying to join this frat. We kept hanging out afterwards, he’s awesome” I turned to him after closing the door. “You have to wait here, sorry; I’ll go get Max”

He nodded, and held his hands up “I know how frats work, mate. I’ll just stay here and won’t control anyone. May be hard if all your mates turn out to be really cute jocks”

“Well, yeah. It’s kind of my thing, most of the people I know are jocks” I shrugged, before walking upstairs and going deeper into the house. I passed besides Mike’s room and felt a bit nostalgic. I smiled at the memory of my boyfriend preparing a DIY prom night for us at the room after I passed out last year.

A few guys ‘bro nodded’ at me as I passed by, until I reached the president’s room. I knocked on the door, and waited for a response. They were cool, I mostly liked my fellow frat brothers.

“Comin’!” I heard Max yell from the inside. A few loud footsteps later and the guy opened the door. “Oh hey, bro. Need something? Wanna have a drink?” He moved aside to let me in while pointing to his mini-fridge beside his bed, as I entered. He was wearing a black and grey V-neck tee, and some pajama pants.

“Uhm, no, thanks” Way too early to drink alcohol.  “I was wondering if you could come and help me get the rugby coach under control?” Two years and that never stopped sounding weird.

He shrugged “Sure, sounds good!” I like that my slaves think it’s completely normal to help me out with my plans.

I can walk in the football team’s locker room and tell them ‘Hey guys, drop all the plans you might have, we are having a smash tournament with lots of fucking in my place instead!’ and they would be like ‘Yeah, whatever you say coach!’, with big smiles on their faces before resuming their bro chat.

Before we left the room, Max changed his pants to something more proper, then followed me back to the public lounge.

Leo looked at us as we walked down the stairs, waiting by the door. He seemed pretty bored, but hopefully he’ll have some fun with us today.

“Leo, this is the Sigma Nu’s president Max. Max, this is my friend Leo-”

He interrupted me, and extended his hand to Max. “Hey, I want a long ass title too… What about ‘President of LeoCorp’ Leo?”

“What is LeoCorp?” I asked, with curiosity. I was a bit annoyed since he interrupted me again, but decided to shrug it off in the attempt to get more info about him.

“I’ll tell you later, we have a coach to get, bud” He answered, before turning his attention back to Max.

Max shook hands with him “Nice to meet ya, man. And yeah, coach Geoff should be at his office. He has a meeting in a few hours and he’s preparing what he’s going to discuss.”

I nodded, as we headed outside. “Better get going then, anything you’d like to say about the coach, Max?” I wondered how the other coaches of this college were. Apparently, Peter was one of the worst ones before I arrived, but some of the other coaches weren’t so bad.

Geoff, for example, had an AMAZING reputation around campus. He’s like the fun uncle of the rugby team, joking with them and joining practices as a player from time to time.

Every player talked highly of him, because according to Max “Unlike other coaches, our coach prefers to reach good results by making us trust in each other like a big brotherhood, or family. It works pretty well, even if we don’t win, we have a lot of fun and adrenaline in each game”

Honestly, he sounded like a great guy, so I wanted to take the consent approach first. Maybe he’d join the sports club willingly and everything! I still would have to give him the special drink, but that’s because it would be to make him think it’s normal for the other coaches to be under my control, too.

Leo was amazed to learn that we were getting a rugby coach. My suspicion was correct, and he apparently was a rugby player before! He and Max seemed to get along pretty well after that came out, “Always good to meet a fellow rugby mate!” Leo said, before hugging Max tightly.

We arrived the rugby team’s locker room. I think that giving each team their own locker room was a great idea. That way, I don’t have to worry about anyone walking in while my players are getting a bit dirty between each other.

Past the empty locker room, there was the coach’s office. Leo gave me thumbs up before Max knocked the door.

“One second!” A deep voice said from the inside. Max already knew what to say, so today’s part was going to be really easy.

He opened the door, and greeted the team’s captain with a warm hug. “Max! So nice to see you, but we don’t have any scheduled practice, right?” Huh, he seems really chilled.

“Nah coach, just a proposal a friend of mine wanted to make you. Can we go in a discuss it? Seems to be a pretty good one!” Max said, pretty excitedly. Leo just remained silent and enjoyed the show, just as he said before.

Coach Geoff motioned us to come inside, and sat on his desk with a friendly smile. Max was right, he seemed like some kind of proud daddy. He seemed to be near Leo’s age, probably older though.

Dark brown hair with a few white ones at the front, normal brown eyes, a few wrinkles and a friendly smile.

According to Max, he shouldn't play rugby at all, due to an accident on his younger days, but his team goes soft with him as they play for fun and to learn how to be better. Like a big, happy family of bros.

“Geoffrey Morgan. Nice to meet you, guys.” He said, looking at me and Leo. “So, what can I help you with? I have some free time before my meeting actually starts, just taking the nerves off me”

He seemed really friendly, and I think he lives to the good reputation he has among his players. Like he’s some kind of easy-going guy who’s seems actually interested on what we have to say.

I took a deep breath and said “Well, there’s this… There’s this sports club at the city and we’re trying to save it. I recruited a few coaches to work there while everything goes back to normal. I have four volunteers by now”

They should be three, but I thought about contacting Mark from my old high school. He has a mind link too, so that should make things easier. “Just a few more and we’ll be ready to go, what do you think? I promise it’ll be a… very nice experience” I finished with a reassuring smile.

We just waited in silence for a response. Leo was getting inpatient, while Max was switching between looking at his coach, then at us, then back at his coach.

“Hmm… I think it could really work out. It would be sad seeing a place like a sports club just… die like that” I smiled, as he grabbed a blank paper from his desk and wrote down his number. “Count on me, buddy. You can send me the rest of the details later, but I really should get back to planning this meeting, it’s really important for the team.”

I smiled “Sure, thanks so much, sir!” then grabbed a bottle from my bag. “Oh, and please drink this as soon as we go out, alright? I’m sure you’ll start feeling really motivated and confident about your meeting after you drink it”

His eyes glazed over for a second, as he mumbled a “Yeah…” and took the bottle.

Max didn’t found that weird at all, he was like ‘oh cool!’, as the coach snapped out and wished us good luck with our plans.

‘I really like this guy’ I thought, as we headed out the office.

“Well, that should be it for today” I said, as I looked at the guys and waited for the mind link to appear. “Thanks for the info, Max. It made the planning a lot easier to be honest.” And it really did. The guy wanted to help willingly rather than me having to think exact words I wanted to say to avoid fucking up with him, giving him the drink, reprogramming him, blablabla.

The frat president looked really proud of himself. “Glad I could help, bro. Anything else you need, or should I remember to the house now?”

I thought about spending a day at the frat, since Leo seemed to like being around him. But, the other mind controller chose for me and dismissed Max. “I’d like to talk with Piney here in private, mate”

Max held up his hands “Fair enough, see ya later bro! And it was nice to meet you, Leo!” Then we separated our ways as we went out of the building.

Leo and I started walking back to the campus’ entrance, in silence. I was waiting for him to bring something up, he seemed way more talkative than I was.

“That was an interesting thing you did there” Leo said, breaking the silence between us “I mean, seemed to be a really quick and short thing and I’m trying to understand why you needed to bring the other guy with us, but trying to get him willingly was cool. How did you get that idea?”

I shrugged “Max said he was a nice man, I just pledged to that side of him. No powers or anything, just a bit of normal speaking. I had to make a mind link with him, though. It would be weird to have him willingly working while all of the others are completely under control. And I like having a friend around for these kinds of things, helps with the nerves.”

“Yeah, yeah. I get your point but… why the help with his confidence for the meeting? It doesn’t have anything to do with your plan, right?”

“Well, since I’m using the guy for my own plans, it’s good to retrieve the favor, right?” It was a very simple thing, just a few words and he would have better confidence for preparing his meeting. Nothing complicated at all.

I felt Geoff’s mind link appearing as we walked. ‘Good, that’s taken care of for now’ I thought, and I was glad I didn’t feel any pain nor something like that, it meant that I wasn’t near overloading my powers again.

Leo didn’t answer this time, so I tried to think about another topic, when the nightmare reappeared at my mind. I shook my head, and tried to think of something else.

“So… are you going to tell me what’s LeoCorp or will that remain as another mystery?” I asked the older mind controller, as we kept walking. I kept trying to take the nightmare off my mind, and chatting seemed to be a good way.

He scratched the back of his head “Oh, I thought you forgot. It’s a pretty big business I’m the owner of, got it during my college years with my powers.” He said, without giving it much importance. “The previous owner was happy to give me the whole business, and he’s happy being my well-paid assistant. I keep him in complete bliss every day, y’know?”

I frowned. That was definitely wrong, but there was nothing I could do about it. “And you just… took the guy’s business like it was nothing?”

“Boy, gettin’ pretty dense with your morals, aren’t you?” He sighed, but more in a… tired way, rather than angry. “Look, you’ve got mind control powers, right? So, why don’t you use them for your own benefit, without thinking of the consequences for once? I’m not telling ya to rob a bank, but maybe try out putting your boyfriend in complete bliss, without control. He’ll love it, and you’ll have a great time with the guy”

Before I could answer, he placed an arm around me “I’m learning a lot from you, dude. And I’d like to retrieve the favour by teaching you a few things too, how does that sound?”

I won’t lie, I gave it some thought. But it would just feel wrong, doing whatever I wanted with my powers like it doesn’t have negative impacts on my slaves’ lives.

I liked to have a perfect balance between my control over them and a positive impact for them, like better focus on the field, or when they’re studying, or whatever.

But… Maybe I could learn one thing or two about this. I mean, not fucking any lives was a simple rule to bear with by now, technically cemented on my mind and always present.

“You got a deal, I guess.” I said, extending my hand for a shake. “You try out my approach, and I’ll try out yours, alright? That means, respecting the golden rule with your life: Not ruin anyone’s lives, ever”

“And, you enjoy your powers more. Don’t think of the consequences, just… Look at that guy” He pointed to a fellow student that was hanging out with his friends nearby the quad’s fountain, as we passed by. “He looks hot, right?”

I nodded “I guess, what’s your point?”

“Walk up to him and tell him to blow you off!” He noticed my expression of surprise, and quickly retracted himself “Alright, alright. Let’s go slower first, just follow my suggestion from before and go back home with your dude… I may need to get a dude for myself, now that I think of it”

I wonder what did he mean with that, but if he was going to follow my approach, there was nothing to worry about, right?

“Okay. We’ll share our advances from time to time, to keep on each other’s progress, alright?” He nodded at that, as we arrived to the entrance and walked over to his parked car.

This is going to be interesting, I guess?

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I entered my place with a nice grin. Leo’s idea seemed really good right now, but probably because I’m horny.

“I’m home!” I said, as I closed the door. Mike waved at me from the couch, still in his undies.

“Yo, bro! Didn’t invite anyone after you left, got really lazy and decided to play videogames instead” He explained, showing me the Switch on his hands. “How was your day with Leo?”

“I’ll tell you in a while, alright? First, I have something in mind” I walked closer to him, before giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

As I pulled back, he smiled and said “What do you mea-uhhhh”, before his eyes glazed over and he got up from the couch.

I had sent him a command to stop thinking and enter a relaxed state, pushing his main personality to the back and deepening his trance with some more commands, just like Leo suggested.

A few minutes later, Mike entered the living room again wearing a football armor we had for our kinky nights, and stood in front of me as he stared straight ahead, zoned out.

A bit of drool coming from his mouth and passing through his stubble beard, as he blissfully smiled and waited for commands. His big arms hanging at the sides, his chiseled abs were tensed and his cock was hard on his jockstrap.

Looking at him, he's definitely one sexy jock slave.

Maybe that's how Leo saw guys when he was my age. Just sexy jock slaves.

I sent a command to Mike through the mind link and he went on his knees. The way his drool would come out of his mouth and drip to the floor was so sexy.

I stepped closer and addled his brain a bit more. His eyes were getting foggier and foggier. He looked so helpless, so obedient, so moldable into anything I could ever want. And yet, I would never do anything he wouldn’t do, I loved my best friend so much to do that to him.

I ran my hands on the drooling jock's abs and pecs, massaging his chest until his nipples were hard. I felt a bit of a rush, using Mike as my plaything. My obedient little jock... or so I'd call him. But he's still my perfect lovely boyfriend.

“Mike?” I asked, still checking out his amazing muscles.

“Yes, master?” Mike said, in a monotone voice. He sounded empty, but somehow happy at the same time.

“What are you thinking about?” I ducked to face him, as his empty stare followed me.

“I’m not thinking, master! You do the thinking for me, master!” I smiled, and leaned in to kiss him for a bit. He kissed me back, and went back to mindlessly smiling when I pulled back.

“You’re such a good jockboy, aren’t you Mike?”

“Yes, master! Huhuhuh!”

I checked out his mind link. He was in complete bliss right now, and I liked that. He felt like floating, like he was in some kind of dream. Just real, pure bliss where Mike has no control at all.

I wanted to hear him out when this was over, since when I put him under, he usually is mildly conscious to know if he wants or not to do something, and can use his safeword. Not this time, we’re trying new things, big guy.

I proceeded to get back up and undid my belt. I lowered my pants and underwear, as my cock sprung out, half-hard.

Mike’s eyes turned to it, like he just saw the most beautiful thing in the world. “Mike?” I asked again, to get his attention.

“Uh… yes, master?” I noticed the drip of saliva got a bit bigger, as he couldn’t get his eyes off my cock. I swung it left and right, slowly, as I felt his mind getting foggier and foggier with each movement.

“What do you want, right now?”

“I want to serve master… I want to worship your cock…” He mumbled, trying to take a sniff of my cock, but trying to not move at the same time and remaining on his knees.

I placed my cock on his lips, and I could feel he tried to lick the tip of it. “Suck it, jockboy”

Almost instantly, Mike swallowed my cock and started to suck pretty fast, like his life depended on it. I sent a command over the mind link for him to slow down and enjoy it a bit more. I could feel him slowing down and doing magic with his tongue.

I grabbed the back of his head and pushed it to deep throat. Mike loved every second of it, and just continued to suck after I let his head go.

“Alright, jockboy. Stop and get up” I said after a bit. I felt myself close, but I wasn’t over with today’s session yet.

My mind-fucked boyfriend did as I ordered, and stood right in front of me, still with a bit of saliva and a big, dumb smile on his face. His eyes seemed emptier than ever, I don’t think I’ve brought him this deep before.

Another command sent through the mind link, and he was now striking a pose for me to feel up his muscled arms.

I noticed his cock was full hard now, and its head was poking out of the jockstrap, leaking a good amount of pre.

“Carry me to our room, alright?” I told him, as I finished with the feeling up muscles part.

“Yes master!” The big guy said, as he grabbed me by the back and the legs and lifted me like some kind of baby.

I felt good. Powerful. I could definitely see what Leo sees in doing this.

But… at the same time, it felt kind of wrong. My empathy speaking, of course, and I usually pay attention to it. Mike’s backup is still ever present on the back of his mind though, to reassure myself that no matter what I do, I can bring him back.

“Oh, and Mike?”

He turned his face to me, still with a blank stare but his goofy smile grew wider when he looked at me. “Yeah, master?”

Even while mindless, he still looked amazingly handsome. The happiness and adoration in his eyes was notorious, and I found it quite attractive. “How do you feel right now?”

“I feel amazing, master!” He said as we entered our room, and he stopped in front of the bed. “I’m so happy to obey as your mindless jockboy, master!”

He carefully left me standing on the floor, as he took a step back and waited for more orders.

It was like controlling a puppet, or a sim. I just had to send a command over to his mind or say something and he would do it without thinking.

I sent a simple command to his mind. ‘Grab master Pine and start making out with him’.

As I mentioned, just like a sim. Mike naturally grabbed me and pulled me in for a make out session. Another command sent to his mind, and he leaded me to the bed. He was still on his football armor, and it looked amazing on him.

‘Repeat out loud:’

“I love you so much, bro! You’re the best coach and master I’ve ever had!” He kept smiling with an empty stare every time I sent a new order and followed it without any resistance. “I’m completely yours, bro! And I love being that way!”

He sounded dreamy, like he was half asleep and half awake. But another check at his mind just confirmed that he was an empty and obedient jockboy slave.

And his cock remained completely hard in his jockstrap, even when I didn’t tell him to get hard. Good old Mikey never changes, he’s just ready to fuck all the time.

Leo was right, it was really easy to do this. But I assumed it would be a bit harder for him, or he had a workaround for his temporary mind links. I had my mind link with Mike since last year, but Leo’s last for a few hours, apparently.

I’ll him more about that later. For now, it was time to enjoy!

I pushed my lowered pants and underwear off my feet and laid down in bed, arms behind my head. I got comfy as I started to program his new set of orders.

‘Get above my cock and start fucking yourself with it’

Mike moved to do as I commanded him, without lowering his jockstrap since his ass was already at full display, he got above my hard cock as I lubed it with saliva, before lubing his hole a bit too (I didn’t want to hurt my boyfriend!).

I gave him a nod to continue, as he slowly positioned himself and started impaling with my cock. He tried to do the first thrusts slowly, as it went all the way in. I just laid there and watched the show, feeling amazing. Mike seemed to love it, but I assumed it had to do more with the obeying my orders rather than the fucking he was receiving.

The muscled guy looked amazing, as always, but his mindless expression had some charm to it, reminding me of the time he was dumb Mikey.

“Feeling good, Mike?” I asked him, before letting out a soft moan.

“Yes… master!” He answered, still going up and down, fucking himself with my cock. “Obeying you makes me happy, master!”

I wondered if putting the other guys under would have this same effect on them or if it was only because Mike already loved going under my control.

Mike grunted from time to time, but tried to remain silent and with a goofy smile.

I felt close to cumming, so I prepared the words in my mind. ‘When you feel me cumming, you will do too, feeling an outstanding pleasure go through your entire body before getting off my cock and lying beside me’

Sent them to his mind, as the mindless jock kept fucking himself. A few seconds later, I came inside of him.

Almost instantly, he came too. I always liked that detail, being able to control if a person cums or not, and when they do it. Most of his cum fell on my shirt, and I took it off after he got off my cock and proceeded to lay down beside me, as I ordered him.

“You were amazing, jockboy” I whispered to him, as I passed my hand above his abs, feeling him up.

“Thanks master! I want to be a good jock for you, master!”

“Oh really? And why is that?” I had an idea in mind that I wanted to try out. It would be funny to see.

‘You can think again’ I commanded his mind, as I pulled his main personality back to the front while he answered.

“Because I’m yours, master! I want to make… you… happy… Bro? Weren’t we at the couch? And why is my ass sore-y?” A confused, but still dazed Mikey asked. I moved my hand beneath his football armor as I felt up his pecs now.

“Shh… Don’t mind that…” I started, in a very soft and chilled tone. The one I usually used to make him relax. “Just stay with me, and don’t think about it”

My powers affected him again, as he turned to face me and leaned closer to kiss me. “Whatever you say, bro… I love when you get mischievous and make me feel good…” The dopey grin re-appeared on his face, but this time it was his own doing.

I was tempted to bring him back under, but his kisses while he’s mindless aren’t as good as when Mikey is awake and in full display.

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Later that night, the exact same nightmare that had been endlessly playing in my mind appeared again as I slept.

I couldn’t move, Mike and Gary were on their knees. Leo in front of them, as Gary was completely enslaved by him and Mike was being taken away from me.

Until… something passed through me. It was… me?

My copy went straight to Leo, but I still couldn’t move, only watch. The other Pine walked up to him, moved Gary and Mike from the way, and looked straight at Leo.

Then, the two mind controllers started… fighting each other? This was getting super weird, until my copy did something unexpected.

He got his hands on Leo’s temples and said “Sleep”. Suddenly, the rugby player fell backwards and to the floor, before starting to snore.

The other Pine looked at me, with a little smile. I noticed his voice was familiar… I remember it from last year, when I passed out. 

It told me how to break the mind links once, and now it was showing me this, that I honestly didn’t know if it was real or just an strategy to make me relax and finally forget about this nightmare.

“You both should try to remain on each other’s good side, alright? Telepaths are supposed to stick together!” He seemed happy, just like the last time we talked.

I have myself a nod, trying to tell me that I understood what he meant, before he continued “Good, have fun and keep doing nice stuff! I’m rooting for you!”

Then, I woke up again on my bed, next to a dozed off Mike. We had been playing during the whole day, and now it was the middle of the night again. 

But, instead of tearing up like last night, I smiled and mumbled a quick “Thanks” to myself. 

I felt more at ease now, my... powers, I think? They were telling me that I was doing great! That had to be a good sign, right?

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