#....honestly i might have gotten the first two switched around

[kawaiichibiart]

If I had a nickel for everytime Wonderlands x Showtime had their main story shown/referenced by an official video made by the JP server (2DMVs and other animations), I'd have three nickels.

Which isn't a lot, but it was funny that it happened twice, surprising but not surprising that it happened thrice (Gunjou Sanka 2DMV, Mr. Showtime's puppet show, and Journey to Bloom).

[haikyu-mp4]

Single

word count; 797 – gn!reader, is this angst? I think it's fluff

Atsumu put his tray down beside Suna, sighing dramatically in a typical Miya manner while sitting down along with his brother. “I just heard a rumour that your better half is single.”

Suna did his best to maintain his usual poker face, hand clutching the phone he was previously scrolling on. The thought made him sick, even if he already knew of the rumour.

“No one’s seen you two together in a week,” Osamu added, looking more worried than his twin. “Obviously you’re the one who should apologise, why not get it over with?”

Okay, so you and Suna had a fight and were both too stubborn to back down and apologise first. Typical scenario, unfortunately, but because you were still in high school, people stuck their noses in other people’s business. This might be the time Suna realised that dating his gorgeous partner was more of a flex than he already saw it as because men and women alike were just waiting to see him back away so they could take their chance with you.

Suna didn’t respond to the twins yet, slowly moving his gaze from his reflection in his phone screen to where you sat across the canteen, laughing with your friends. Then he saw how when people passed by, they would turn and look over their shoulder at you. Some would turn back around to find Suna’s hard glare. If he could, he would have just gotten up and skipped lunch, but he couldn’t stop himself from wanting to stay close to you whenever he could.

So he went back to his phone, sending off a message asking you to meet him before your next class. The Miya twins huffed at the lack of response and switched topics, making the lunch period move even slower than Suna wanted it to with their braindead arguments.

“You’re so freaking stubborn,” he complained when he saw you. He’s walking over with his hands in his pockets. You were standing outside your classroom, just like he asked.

“And you’re just an angel, aren’t you?” you responded sarcastically. You were still hurt by how Suna disregarded your feelings last weekend, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t miss him. You heard how people gossiped about it.

Suna had to hold back from chuckling at your comeback and remain serious. It almost never happens, but Osamu was right this time. He’s the one who should apologise. “I’m sorry for what I said. You’re right, it wasn’t cool. But next time, can’t you just tell me in the moment?” he said honestly, sighing in between so he wouldn’t lose his whole image of being totally cool. “I’m so used to us throwing out comments like that,” he said, both because it explained what happened and also because he missed it now. A whole school week without your retorts to his quips.

You looked at him with a stubborn frown, crossing your arms and stepping a little closer to him. He knew this was you starting to give in because you always kept your distance when you were angry. “Thank you. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you, but you really made me feel stupid in front of your friends,” you said, still standing your ground. He had made the mistake of making a comment about you in front of his friends, and while that would usually be funny when it was just the two of you, you already had a bad day and ended up just feeling quite stupid. “Sometimes I have bad days and don’t want to be called stinky in front of people who might believe it.”

“I should have realised when you didn’t respond,” he admitted, nodding his head as if confirming that this was something he had thought about. You finally smile and it instantly warmed up Suna’s heart.

“I missed you. The people in my class kept asking if we broke up,” you mumbled, stepping close to him and adjusting his tie a bit.

“I missed you too, lunch with the Miya twins is just as you’d expect.” Suna could see how the people in your class looked at you two from over your shoulder, so he snuck a hand around your waist and pulled you in for a deep kiss right as the bell rang, signalling classes starting. When he pulled away, he couldn’t stop the small smile on his face. “I should go, see you after school.”

“I hate you,” you joked while Suna backed away, a wide grin and light blush on your face showing him you meant the opposite.

“I hate you more!” he cooed back, holding up a stupid finger heart before jogging off down the hall. Let’s just hope he’s not too late for class now.

masterlist

[cosmic-waves7]

could u write karma with a s/o that doesn’t get into trouble? Kinda like an opposite like they’re still outgoing but the type to never skip and only wanting straight A’s and are kinda sensitive in contrast to him? (🫶🫶ur writing is so cute idk if you still write for karmaa aaa!!😭)

Note: I will NEVER stop writing for karma 😤😤😤

Honestly?

He doesn't even really notice you at first.

Another student in class-E, just like any other.

Obviously that is until you managed to score higher than him in maths during exam season.

It started off as a miniature rivalry, very one-sided might I add.

He'd come to you smirking by the end of the next exam with a mark higher than yours only to be surprised when you smile widley and congratulate him.

Every. Single. Time.

Huh?

You're not supposed to do that, your eyes are supposed to burn with determination and annoyance. You're supposed to snatch that paper from his hands and wipe that stupid smirk off his face.

Clearly not.

Its not even a fake smile, there isn't even a hint of malice in your eyes.

It's almost as if you're happy for him.

You don't even know him, not properly at least.

This really changes perspectives for the assassin so now he's shifted into doing everything in his power for your recognition.

Which doesn't seem to be very hard to gain as he notices that you're a bit popular in class.

Not entirely popular, but if students come up to you they'll only get a sweet greeting every time as if they're a long-time friend of yours.

You're basically Koro-sensei's golden child. Wide sparkling eyes every time you put your hand up in class to you answer his questions, he could weep at how adorable you are.

Everyone comes up to you for anything really.

Help with homework, a quick check in, or just to talk. You're always so easy to talk to, so gentle all the time.

Even Itona will quietly chat with you in a corner.

You're just so...approachable.

In Karma's eyes that's unfair. He needs to catch your attention and now.

Maybe to prove something to himself or just boredom, he doesn't need a reason.

So now he's the one asking for homework help. He can answer the questions in his sleep, you know it too.

He's still gonna play dumb, tap you on the shoulder and muster up his best clueless look.

Even in class, Karma has "coincidentally" managed to switch seats to be your desk partner.

You didn't hear it from me but maybe an octopus-like teacher has something to do with that.

Anyway.

Now that you're basically knee to knee with him in class, this allows karma to charm his way into your every day life.

Constantly stealing away your time with anything he can possibly think of.

He'll do this thing where he just wraps his arms around your shoulders and sultry whine into your ear.

"_____, help me please?"

He'll even throw in a pout.

Nagisa has to pry him off of you.

You don't even ask why he's suddenly around you nearly 24/7, you're just glad to be of help really and though you think he's a bit strange he's quite sweet.

A well known charismatic (possible) sadist, but sweet.

Class trip? He's sitting next to you on the bus.

Getting ice-cream? He already knows your favourite flavour.

Study session? You'll need to work together, being the two top students in class it would only be sensible to partner up for academics. This lead to him coming over a lot and vice versa, need to keep those grades up you know.

Spending the weekend at home? Don't be silly, you're flying to the country of your choice on a whim with a certain red-haired 'friend' of yours.

Having rich absent parents really does come in handy sometimes.

But this whole game is tiring him out.

You've gotten close, yes. He's flustered you plenty, yes. But you haven't confessed to him at all!

It's infuriating.

He wants you to like him at least, because he's teetering on the edge of obsession for you.

Because 'friends' don't hold hands all the time, they don't hug longingly or stay up late thinking of the other.

It'll all click in to place when he just goes red in the face, kisses your cheek once and just spews his feeling out like a flood.

"I like you."

"...Oh."

(⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ )

Coughing, he'll look away and pretend like nothing happened while trying desperately to renew his previous charm.

can the ground just open up and swallow him already, oh god.

“I…like you too.” you shyly smile

karma.exe has stopped working

[jenny-in-a-jar]

🖤💙 4 days until my Surgery 💙🖤

(Picture taken Dec 9th, 2023)

I'm very very excited for my surgery (it's my second gender affirming surgery but this one is more significant to me since it'll be top and bottom surgery) and I'm obviously counting the days until it and I thought some people might be interested in my trans journey 🏳️‍⚧️ So see part 7 below the cut.

Part 1 here

As the summer was ending, I got really lucky! A lesbian hairstylist (who helped organize the drag show I went in the last update) gave my name to this sales lady who sold accounting work to like companies and she needed help with researching CEO and CFO types. And she paid me out of pocket and honestly it was pretty easy internet research using Google. I felt like a little rat scurrying across the Internet 🐀 So, thank you lesbians 🙏🙏

(Picture taken Nov 6th, 2022)

Apparently I really impressed her so she got me hired full time as a sales admin for her company (I wouldn't have gotten with my lack of a college degree without her) and I've had that job since! And a lot of my transition wouldn't be possible without the pay and benefits of this job. Also this is my first job where I get gendered correctly and I'm slowly getting less anxious about going to the bathroom at work 🥰

She honestly mom'd up on me and bought me a bunch of new business casual clothes for the job. And here's an example of one of my new work outfits 😁

(Picture taken Nov 14, 2022)

Bc of the new job I was able to afford a lot more things for transitioning! Like voice training. I remember when I first cracked I tried to just teach myself using videos but I wasn't good at it 😅 Also a friend during the summer of 2022 helped me and I did make some progress with her help. But, I started making a lot more progress once I started seeing a speech therapist. But, there was a barrier since I could tell she hadn't worked too much with trans people. I went to a speech therapist bc it was covered by my insurance but she moved and then I couldn't find anyone for insurance covered speech therapy. So, I eventually just paid for lessons Your Lessons Now. And, honestly it's going a lot better! It's really nice to be able to talk about my frustrations with voice training with another transfem. The biggest thing I'm learning from here is how to break the bad habit of pitching up my voice by squeezing my vocal chords.

(Picture taken Sept 8th, 2023)

I had also switched to injections and I highly recommend it! A friend even made my first two vials into earrings 🔥

I also got a lot lazier with makeup 😅 I do eyeliner wings, mascara, and blush for when I go into the office. Which for a bunch of accountants means I do about as much makeup that is normal for the women in the office 🤷‍♀️

(Pictures taken October 31st and December 2nd of 2022)

These were two notable exceptions. I really love the makeup I did for the Halloween of 2022 bc I decided to go as a ghost-type trainer. And the one on the right is when I learned how to use concealer to cover my 'raccoon eyes' as my dad liked to call them 🦝

Also this would be a good time to mention something I probably should've mentioned earlier 😅 I never learned how to use foundation. I know it's easy but I have a weird mental block around it 🤷‍♀️ But, in the summer of 2021 I started doing twice daily skincare routine for my face. Which took me from a very acne heavy face to people being surprised I'm not wearing foundation. Also the routine is really nice. Would recommend to those who want to get rid of their acne (send an ask if you want to know specifics).

(Picture taken Aug 20, 2023)

Romance update since I've been doing that lol: Well, things ended with all the girlfriends I had so I am down to 1 partner. And I got caught in a romance scam for a few months 😭 However, I can't really complain because I got engaged!!! It was so sweet in cute. My partner and I had this date the night before Valentine's Day under a statue outside of a local art museum. We read sapphic poetry by candle light and then they popped the question 🥰🥰

But, I say another big part of this era was I made a lot more local trans friends. Went to a good amount of house parties which would've surprised pre-transition me! And I really love my community of queer people I've been building 🥺🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️💕

(Picture taken July 21st, 2023)

Oh yeah!! I also started laser hair removal at the beginning of 2021 as well. Which was before this era but time is a lie. But the new job definitely made it easier to afford.

The biggest step for my transition was getting my surgeries set up!! And my FFS (facial feminization surgery) marks the end of this era. Below was the last picture I took before my FFS.

(Picture taken Feb 17th, 2024)

So, in my next update, I'll be showing my post-op pictures once most of the swelling went down. See you tomorrow!! 😁✌️

Next Part Here

[frankenkyle19]

Hold Me

warnings: Tate, Smut, handjobs, mentions of violence

word count: 688

basically just a little thing I just typed up. Not proofread and honestly not my best work but I wanted to put out something at least for you guys since it’s been over a week

Tate was… Well, odd to put it lightly. He had the hottest temper, but yet seemed to melt whenever he saw you. He hated everyone but you (his words). He wasn’t a benevolent spirit, despite what others might say. In your opinion he was misunderstood. You never excused his atrocious acts, but in all reality he hadn’t been able to stop it. The house had chosen him to do its bidding. Nothing could have stopped it and if Tate hadn’t been the vessel, another resident of the house would have been. He was different now. Far from the murderous psychotic teenager you’d first met. It was a full 180 switch from everything he’d been. He didn’t need therapy, he didn’t need meds. He needed you. You were his medicine (again, his words) and he couldn’t go a day without you.

So when you left to visit your friends out of state, Tate had no clue what to do with himself. He paced the halls, wandering aimlessly, searching for a distraction that he didn’t find. There was nothing to do in the damned house and he needed you. 

Without you the dark thoughts crawled back into his mind, clawing at the edges of his skull as the searing pain of remembrance took over. How good it had felt to take the lives of others. No matter how much Tate had changed, there was a dark part of him locked away that longed to get free. 

The only thing he could think to do was go to your room and keep himself in there until you got back. It was only a weekend trip, you’d be back Monday afternoon, but still the empty ringing in Tate’s ears drove him crazy. Caused him to fidget and pick at his nails. He slept most of the time, or a ghost version of sleep, a barely conscious rest where you’re aware of everything around you but get a bit of rest fullness. It was unsatisfactory most of the time.

When you had gotten home Tate practically ran to you, attaching himself to you like a parasite. That was Tate. He always had to be in contact with you. It helped ground him. 

The next thing you knew he was whining against your neck, leaving hot, wet kisses there. He was the neediest person you’d ever met… as well as the horniest. You settled him into the bed and stripped him of his clothing, the whole time with him whining and begging you to just touch him already. He was anything but patient.

Finally your hand wrapped around his searing hot cock, gently spreading the pre-cum from the tip to use as lube. You’d think he was a virgin all over again with the way he moaned, arching up into your touch as if he’d never felt pleasure like this before when in all reality he usually begged for your touch at least once a day.

Sometimes his clinginess and neediness was annoying, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. It was, in a way… cute.

His cock twitched, hot and heavy in your hand as Tate threw his head back into the pillows, his beautiful pale chest heaving with every harsh inhale. His whole body reacted to the pleasure, tensing up and jolting around. He never stayed still.

“Come on baby, you’re almost there. Let go for me” his whines increased at your words, his thrusts upwards into your hand becoming more desperate as he came closer and closer to the edge.

A few more strokes and he was cumming in ribbons of white, covering his already abnormally pale body in an even lighter color. You eased up on him, giving one or two more strokes to his spent cock before letting go, watching as it fell onto his stomach, twitching with the aftershocks of pleasure before settling. 

You cleaned Tate up and helped him into his boxers, despite his protests at wearing clothing. He snuggled up close to you after that, feeling as content as ever as he promised to return the favor as soon as he got his energy back. 

[angelic-sturniolos111]

Matt’s Teammate 💙

You get selected by Laura to be Matt’s teammate at The Versus Tour. As you compete together, Matt seems a bit off his game, because he has instantly started crushing on you. Matt knows that there’s a chance he may never even see you again… but that changes after he talks with Nick and Chris backstage after the show.

matt sturniolo x fem! reader

warnings: slight cursing

themes: tons of fluff

author’s note: haven’t been to a show yet so idk what order the challenges are in so I might have gotten them mixed up but you get the idea :)

You stood watching the show live from the television backstage waiting for the triplets to introduce their teammates for the challenges. Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest— you couldn’t even believe this was genuinely happening to you.

“Okay Y/N, the boys should be ready for you three in about two minutes. I told the other girls to line up by the curtain if you could join them over there for me.” Laura, their manager, said to you gesturing to where the other teammates were standing.

“Sure!… I don’t know if I have ever been this nervous before, honestly.” You say letting out a deep sigh all while a big smile was plastered across your face.

“Awe don’t worry hun they are sweet kids and I’m sure Matt will make you feel comfortable once you’ve sat with him for a bit. Good luck, and remember to have fun!” Laura’s words of encouragement made you feel a bit better. The two of you walked over to the curtain just behind the stage. You could just barely see the stage through the opening of the curtain where you saw the canvases, aprons, and paints already set up for your first challenge.

“Alright you guys so as you already know we have a few challenges set up for us tonight that we will be doing with a fan from tonight’s show. Let’s welcome our teammates for the night!” Nick says through the microphone as the audience erupts in cheers. Oh man, here we go! You think to yourself as you follow the others out past the curtain into the bright stage lights.

Matt’s POV:

I watch as our teammates come on stage, and keep my eye out for a girl in blue. I see as she turns the corner, and I am stunned. She’s dressed in a cute sporty blue top and joggers, but it was her smile that immediately caught my attention. I’ve met tons of fans before, and many of them are very pretty, but she is beautiful. I felt like everything was in slow motion for a moment until she drew me out of my daydream.

“Hi Matt I’m Y/N, it’s so nice to meet you!” Ugh, even her voice was cute! She wraps her arms around my shoulders as mine wrap around her body as we hug. “I am such a big fan of yours!” She says as she gives me a soft squeeze before releasing the hug.

“Awesome!” I replied. Awesome? That was the best I could come up with?

***

We had already begun our “Work of Art” challenge, but I had to stand behind the canvas until the timer was finished. I watched Y/N’s face as she concentrated on painting all while laughing out of nervousness as she switched from color to color sporadically. Luckily, she was too concentrated on the challenge to notice me staring at her, admiring her beauty.

“Dude, Matt literally said the same thing.” Chris’s voice echoes through the microphone. “Right?” He says looking at me for approval. I was so zoned out looking an Y/N that I had no idea what he had even just said.

“Oh.. what? Ohh yeah yeah I did say that.” I stuttered, trying to bring myself back to reality and focus on the performance. Did I say what Chris said I said? No fucking clue. Nick turns and gives me a slightly confused look. “Matt, wake the fuck up we have a show to do bro!” Chris shouts and the audience erupts in laughter and cheers. I smile and let out a small laugh to hide my embarrassment. I turn back to Y/N to see she is already looking up at me with a small grin on her face. Great, now I’m really embarrassed. I’m hoping these colored stage lights can mask the fact that I feel my cheeks burning red at the moment.

Y/N POV:

The score was currently 5:7:8 with Chris in the lead, Nick in second, and Matt and I in last. We were off to a strong start from Matt winning popular vote, and us winning the painting challenge, then Matt scoring most of the baskets in the free throw challenge. We were down to the last challenge, the jenga showdown, which was by far the most tense. Though we were in last, I was still having such an amazing time.

I cheer Matt on as he gently pushes a block from out of the stack and places it on top the tower. He did it so easily and confidently that the audience roared in unison, screaming for Matt.

“Okay, maybe I can redeem myself in jenga, but Chris is still probably going to win… I’m sorry.” Matt turned and said as Nick took his turn. Matt looked at the ground, and had a defeated look on his face.

“Hey, don’t worry about it! We did are best, and we had fun which is far more important than winning in the end anyway.” I say, and he looks up and gives me a smile before putting his arm around me for a side hug. Our hug was interrupted by the audience screaming loudly, and we look to see the jenga blocks on the floor as Nick covers his face with his hands and stomps in anger at his team’s loss.

I cheer for Chris during his “crowning ceremony,” and he gave each of the teammates a hug as we congratulated them. I saw Nick, and gave him a big hug telling him I love him as I totally fangirl. Lastly, I turn to Matt who looks bummed from our loss.

“I had such an amazing time tonight! I hope you three have so much fun on the rest of the tour, and good luck! I’ll be rooting for you.” I say to Matt as I give him one last hug. I was surprised to find that he wasn’t pulling away from the hug right away as to finish the show, but he remained with his arms wrapped around me in a sentimental embrace. “It was great to meet you, Y/N. You’re an amazing teammate.” Matt says as he pulls away from the hug halfway, smiling down at me.

“K dude… let’s go.” Chris nudges Matt, and I realize I am the only teammate left on stage. I pull away fully and wave bye to the triplets as I exit the stage. What a night.

Matt’s POV:

My brothers and I were backstage packing the last of our things after finishing the post-show meet and greet and VIP backstage fan experience.

“Matt, are you okay? You seemed off tonight bro.” Chris says.

“Yeah I was gonna say the same thing but I haven’t had a chance to bring it up since the show ended. Is something going on?” Nick says concerned.

“Yeah… no. I don’t know. It’s stupid.” I said as I continued to pack and try to ignore the conversation.

“Come on Matt, you can tell us!” Says Nick.

“Was your teammate being freaking weird or something? Making you uncomfortable?” Chris exclaims as he comes to my side grabbing the things from my hands and putting them on the couch to stop me in my tracks.

“No she wasn’t weird at all. Her name is Y/N, and she was amazing. She is amazing. I wish you guys could’ve seen more of her because she was just so damn nice and sweet and—”

“Hot?” Chris cuts me off as he laughs.

“Well, yeah. I mean, she was beautiful. Not only that but in between challenges we were talking about how she appreciates my mental health content, and what videos of ours she likes. The whole show too she just had such a positive attitude and it made me feel really… happy. You know?” I said passionately, and I could feel the heat rising in my face once more.

“Aweeee Matty B you have a crush on a fan! That is too cute!” Nick says adoringly. “But seriously, she sounds wonderful. Did you get her social media or anything?” Nick asks, and by this point the three of us are all sitting together on the couch talking about it. I shook my head no.

“Okay, well, you got her name and she was on stage tonight so I’m sure something of her will pop up on social media somewhere.” Chris says.

“Why does it matter if she posts? Sure, I can follow her, but it’s not like I’m ever going to see her again or anything.” I snap at the two as I get off the couch and continue packing my bag.

“But why not though? Yeah she’s a fan, but she looked like she was around our age and she lives in the states as far as we know.” Chris says. “Mmm but she could have a boyfriend.” Chris says hesitantly.

“Or girlfriend!” Nick chimes in.

“Alright whatever, can we let this go and get to the bus?” I said, grabbing my bag and slinging it over my shoulder.

***

We walk out of the venue and hear the cheers of those fans who stayed behind after the show to watch us get back on the tour bus. I walked behind Chris and Nick, walking a bit slower, trying to scan the fans for Y/N, but no luck.

On the bus, I reposted the group instagram post of Chris’s win to my story. I took a picture from inside the bus, and captioned it “Even though I lost tonight I had fun, and that’s what matters 💙🩹”. I hit post, and immediately was getting tons of replies and tags. I was casually scrolling through my DM requests, when a username with “Y/N” catches my eye. I click on the request to view the message.

“You’re the best Matt! I hope to see you perform again in the future 🥰” the message read. I click on her profile. No way. It was Y/N! My heart started beating a little faster as I skimmed through her instagram feed. She was insanely attractive, and looked like a great person to be around, which I had gathered from our interaction tonight. I go back to the message and stare at it for a few minutes, my mind and heart racing. Do I reply to her message? Do I ask her out somehow? What if she does have a boyfriend, or girlfriend like Nick said? What if I make a complete ass of myself, or worse, she posts my reply all over the internet? I was playing a million different scenarios in my head. I’ve always been so shy, having trouble talking to girls I like, but my brothers and the fans have really boosted my confidence over this last year. I want to roll with that confidence…

“I had fun tonight, Y/N. You seem like a really great girl, and I would love to see you again if I can.” I typed out. I immediately hit send as to not give myself too much time to rethink my decision. Now, the waiting game. I throw my phone down on the table because staring at the screen waiting for her to reply made me too anxious. Chris and Nick came and sat down with me soon after, and I didn’t dare tell them what I just did in fear they’d yell at me, or tell me I made a huge mistake. Time goes by, and we watch tv as we travel to our next show. My phone dings, and I grab it as quick as I can to open the notification.

“Woah you’re smiling big, who’s that?” Nick asks.

I’m silent for a moment. In disbelief. Smiling from ear to ear.

“It’s Y/N!’

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Thanks for reading my first Sturniolo short! Let me know if you’d want a part two! <3

UPDATE: Part 2 linked here !

[lara-cairncross]

Ok I literally just submitted an ask but I am now watching the Pirate FAIRY and I have more questions for you!

First, would we ever see a talent switcheroo for the boys? And if so, who would switch with who??

Secondly, I had a sudden revelation. What if, and hear me out, what if instead of Captain Hook we have Cassandra???? I think she would be super fun in that role!! You could even make her have a REAL turnaround at the end for a full redemption arc! Again, just ideas, fully your au and I just wanted to share my thoughts!

Lastly, I realized that we need a Zarina, and I thought for a while about it. Then it came to me.

What about Kendra? She's a Tinker Fairy too iirc, so she could totally be a dust keeper who likes to experiment and everything from the movie could happen!

Again, just some ideas lol. Thanks for everything you do, I get so excited everytime it crosses my dashboard!! You are so wonderfully skilled and talented!!

HI HI HI ITS YOU AGAIN!!! :DDD this is a very late answer (again) but shhhhhhhh--

I've gotten so many people ask about talent switching!! While I don't think it'll ever be, like, a plot point or anything, I've been doodling little designs of the boys with swapped talents while I'm at work and it's SO MUCH FUN!!! I love swapping their designs around!!!! I definitely wanna do a more finished version at some point, especially since the pirate fairy movie isssss probably my favorite? top 2 at least :D

I'm not sure who would get who's power yet, honestly. There are a few cool things I could try with this concept. I like the idea of Donnie getting the animal talent, since I think it'd be funny for all of these animals to absolutely LOVE him despite the fact that he's not crazy about em. And Leo with the tinker talent would be funny to me purely because he would think it's the lamest thing ever HAH--

oooooo boy Cassandra. holy fuck. I have literally like, three different possible ideas for her that I just CANNOT DECIDE between. And uh I guess I now have four???? FUCK MAN THE IDEA OF HER BEING A PIRATE IS JUST SO COOL-- LIKE SHE WOULD ROCK THAT STYLE OG MY GOD. UH. might draw her as a pirate now even if it doesn't end up being canon AHHHH

and lastly: there IS a Zarina counterpart in this story! it's not a 1:1 ration by any means, but there is a bit of dabbling into pixie dust alchemy and dust-keeping by one fairy in particular...

not sayin' who yet, though :3

(I'll be keeping the kendra idea in mind though, that could solve a plothole or two--)

[n0tth3l3tt3rk4y]

"Songbird" (Chapter 2)

"I'm not special. Not like her." "You're not," he said quickly, definitively. "You're special like you."

Turns out, you and Maevis did not have your own room.

You had your own suite.

A suite that was twice the size of your apartment back in Phoenix, might you add.

You weren't complaining, by any means, but it just felt way too generous.

However, you were waved off dismissively when you expressed this to Professor Xavier.

"Oh, dear," he'd said. "Don't even give it a thought. You're the only person here--teacher or student-- caring for a child. A very special one, at that. You need the space."

It was so kind. You offered to pay some sort of rent-- any sort of rent, actually-- but that only earned you a stern glare and a teasing threat to dive into your thoughts again.

You bowed out of that battle, respectfully, a feeling of gratitude so overwhelming, it almost brought you to tears.

You couldn't believe this was your life.

Maevis' life.

Even so, the first few weeks were... an adjustment.

Between the growing pains of moving, teaching highschoolers (you had only ever taught elementary), and Maevis getting used to going to school and being away from you, period, on top of training fo rher mutation, let's just say... it's been a lot.

Maevis was hardly sleeping, which meant you were hardly sleeping. Which honestly, might not have been the biggest deal in the world if it didn't mean she'd be throwing twice as many psychic temper tantrums as usual.

Your new colleagues and students being mutants and having a very deep understanding had been your only saving grace.

Everyone was so... nice.

But, even so, it did little to ease the guilt and embarrassment you felt at the thought of Maevis disturbing the others and keeping them awake at night.

(You really could've gone without knowing that some people had hypersensitive hearing.)

One night in particular had your anxiety flaring enough to set the entire mansion on fire.

It was approximately 12:24 AM and you had finally gotten Maevis to her bed after an hour-long battle.

Her poor little body was so exhausted, but she just kept fighting sleep.

Your bookshelves had rattled, her stuffed animals, telekinetically ripped apart.

"I'll have to replace those," you thought.

It was a routine you knew well, but, the first night it happened at the mansion, Dr. Grey was bursting through your door with a force that was determined, but gentle.

You were on your knees in front of Maevis, cradling her hands and modeling deep, soothing breaths when your gaze switched to Dr. Grey's, tears threatening to spill down your eyes.

She stood at the doorway, eyes locked on yours, before speaking quickly, but sincerely.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to barge in. I just... heard, and I thought I could help."

It was a statement, but also a question.

The way she hesitated around the word "heard" made you think it was more than Maevis' cries that she noticed-- that she'd felt.

You chewed your lip, but knew you had to answer quickly.

Maevis was momentarily distracted by Dr. Grey's presence, but she was still visibly upset, and you knew this moment of stillness wouldn't last for long.

"Y-yes," you replied, nodding. "Yes, you can help."

Dr. Grey didn't waste a moment. She stepped inside, shutting the door behind her, and immediately kneeled beside you.

Your heart rate was rapidly increasing because of Maevis' current condition, and now with Dr. Grey's presence.

You were sure she could hear it, mutant abilities or not.

These temper tantrums, you are somewhat accustomed to. Having someone in the eye of the storm with the two of you? Now, that was new.

You didn't know how this was going to play out.

And the not knowing sent your anxiety into overdrive.

"Hi, Maevis," Dr. Grey started tentatively.

Your daughter's red-rimmed, tearful eyes darted to her anxiously.

"I heard you were kind of having a tough time and I thought maybe I could help."

Her voice was so soft.

You still held her small hands in yours and they were still shaking profusely, just like the books on your shelf.

"You know, when I was your age, this used to happen to me, too," Dr. Grey continued.

Maevis eyes widened at that, but she still didn't speak.

"It's true. I would get so upset. I would cry and scream and sometimes, I'd make books fall, too."

That got Maevis' attention.

"You made books fall?" she asked like she couldn't really believe it.

"I did," Dr. Grey responded, her tone so comforting and reassuring. "I've made a lot of things fall," she added softly.

The dark, ashamed look may have gone unnoticed by Maevis, but it didn't go unnoticed by you.

"But it's okay. I learned to control it. I learned to- to calm my body and to stop things from falling. Would you like me to show you how?"

Maevis looked at you skeptically before looking back at Dr. Grey, sniffling all the while.

She finally nodded.

"Alright, sweet girl. I can show you. Can I- I mean, can you show me how you're feeling first?"

The books began to shake even more violently and Maevis was looking at you with a look of fear, holding your hands so tightly, you thought they might go numb.

"Hey, hey. It's okay, baby," you started. "I know we're always careful with showing other people out feelings, but Dr. Grey wants to see them. You're safe with her," you say, looking to the beautiful woman as if you were offering her the most valuable thing in your life.

And you were.

She nodded in understanding.

"O-okay," Maevis responds, slowly releasing your hands and reaching for Dr. Grey.

As soon as your daughter's hand makes contact with your new friend's face, something shifts.

After a minute or two, the bookshelf slowly stops shaking and Maevis' breath steadily returns to normal. She's still crying, but it's a sniffle instead of a full-on sob.

Her and Dr. Grey are now holding hands, no words exchanged between them, but something else must have been.

Were they talking inside of their heads? They had to be.

Whatever was happening, even if you couldn't hear it, even if you would never be able to understand it the way they did, it was working.

You were on the outside looking in, watching someone else comfort your daughter.

Underneath the feeling of relief and awe you felt at was was transpiring in front of you, you couldn't help the wave of sadness that washed over you at the thought that you will never be able to help or understand your daughter the way the woman in front of you could.

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2:16 AM

You were staring at your alarm clock.

Maevis had gone to bed long ago, finally calming down and bidding Dr. Gret goodnight.

You were so grateful, in more ways than one.

But you couldn't sleep.

Thank goodness it was Saturday and you didn't have to teach in the morning.

Slowly and quietly, you got out of bed, doing your best not to wake Maevis, and headed to the kitchen.

Shit, you were exhausted.

So exhausted, you were very unaware of your surroundings; you truly didn't notice anything around you.

Not when you padded into the room, not when you retrieved a glass from the cabinet was almost too tall for you reach, and not when you opened the fridge to pour yourself a glass of filtered water.

It was only when you turned around completely that you noticed Logan sitting at the kitchen island.

You screamed-- literally screamed-- and then immediately covered your mouth.

"Holy shit," you breathed, your hand clutched to your chest. "Oh my god, you scared me."

Logan didn't say anything. In fact he barely even looked up from the bowl of cereal he was eating.

"I'm sorry," you continued, although, you weren't really sure why you were apologizing.

"I had no idea you were there. I just-- I needed a second."

He nodded like he understood, even though you were pretty sure he didn't.

Still, your anxiety persisted and you kept talking.

"Maevis just had a long night and it was a lot and I can't fall asleep. I mean, everything is okay now. Dr. Grey helped a lot-- she's amazing, truly, and I'm so thankful. I just can't sleep."

The entire time, you were looking anywhere except Logan.

"So, yeah." Why you added that last, unnecessary part, you weren't sure. But you finally did look at him.

And there he was, looking at you with that same, mild understanding, and extreme disinterest.

You were sure that was all he was going to offer until he spoke.

"Yeah, I heard."

He heard?

Oh, great. Your face reddened with shame.

Not that you were ashamed of your daughter.

Never.

Just ashamed you had kept him--and who knows who else-- awake.

"Oh my-- fuck. I'm so sorry. She's just--" you were struggling to find the words.

You were starting to feel hot and itchy and overwhelmed.

"She's just getting used to all of this. I'm so sorry. She's young. We didn't mean to wake you," you concluded, apologetically.

Still, Logan's stoic position didn't falter.

After what felt like a lifetime of silence, he finally stood, walking over to the sink beside you and rinsing his bowl, but he still didn't speak.

Did you and Maevis really piss him off that much?

Right as he's reaching the hallway and you think he's going to leave without saying anything at all, he turns towards you slightly.

"Don't be sorry."

Your lips part in shock, ready to rebuttal with some self-deprecating, remorseful response.

He beats you to the punch, as if he already knows what you're going to say.

"She's just a kid."

He turns towards you, revealing more of his face.

"Jean is amazing" he adds. "And you're doing what you can."

Before you can respond, he starts towards the hallway again.

You close your eyes and collect yourself in relief and finality.

Logan's voice cuts from you from your momentary solace.

"And you didn't wake me," he says.

You look up, somewhat shocked, making stark eye contact with Logan for the first time since meeting him.

"I don't sleep."

Then, without another word, he's gone.

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[kelin-is-writing]

imagine babysitting with boyfriend!dabi

you were supposed to spend the day together but shit got in the way and now you were stuck at your relatives’ place and had to look after their kids for the afternoon. dabi was ready to disappear the second you mentioned it but you practically dragged him there by his collar and now he’s sitting on the couch pouting.

he would never admit it but he was worried that the kids might get scared by his appearance. well turns out they absolutely adore him.

it’s definitely annoying him at first that they won’t leave him alone for even a second and keep demanding that he plays with them. you glare at him after a while and he reluctantly gives in.

it starts with them playing with little race car models and they soon switch to drawing messily in one of their coloring books. dabi turns out to be quite the talented artist which you haven’t known until then.

however he draws the line when the kids want to play dress up. he vehemently refuses… for five minutes at least. when you return from the kitchen with snacks for everyone you have to try your absolute hardest not to burst out laughing when you see the sparkly tiara on his head. (you manage to take a picture without him noticing)

he doesn’t admit it but he’s actually having fun and watching you interact with the kids is putting thoughts into his head that he’s never had before. maybe starting a family of your own isn’t as bad of an idea as he used to think.

now all he can think about for the rest of the day is you underneath him with your legs pressed to your chest and the sound of your heavenly moans when he draws orgasm after orgasm from you until he finally cums inside of you. he rly hopes you won’t mind not using a condom this time...

- 🥛

YOU DID NOT JUST DO THIS TO ME—

the way i actually can picture him letting the kids grab onto his arms and then lift them up to spin the two of them around, once he’s done dabi would be dizzy as hell but then there are the kids who starts screaming “again!” “again!” which has him huff tiredly but still comply to what they want because they were having fun and that surprisingly made our arsonist hold back a smile, all this under your amused but still tender grin.

i can also see dabi play with them the ‘see you, can’t see you’ game, after you teach him, and he adores the laughs and giggles those little dwarfs let out when he exclaims “ah! here you are!”, in the most (semi) monotone voice someone could’ve ever hear, but the kids still loved it so much and that just leave him with a tingling sensation inside his chest from how moved he was, but still managed to keep it low or you wouldn’t let him live it down just like with the tiara moment.

once the kids were gone, you two finally alone, dabi is sitting on the couch with dazed eyes looking in front of him and lips slightly parted; when you sit next to him you’re about to ask him what was that face for, after snorting amused, when in a millisecond the villain has you laying beneath him as he hovers over your figure. you look surprised at him, being meet by a stare of pure desire and love that made your heart skip a beat from the intensity “w-what?”, you blurt out confused while glancing back at your boyfriend unsure on what’s gotten into him, then your eyes fell down and widened at the sight of the bulge inside his pants that was now pressing against your lower abdomen “you–?! wha–?!”

“i...”, dabi interrupted you “want to have kids with you princess.”, he confessed in a low husky gentle tone looking away from you with the back of his hand raising in front of his face and you blinked fervently, no because... was this cruel villain blushing right now?!

god he is so damn gorgeous like that, you can’t wrap your head around the fact that you have the most precious boyfriend out there, he’s truly such a gem honestly.

smiling tenderly at his confession you cup his cheeks, making him flinch slightly because of the sudden move, and pull him towards you meeting him halfway to kiss the raven-haired boy on his lips deeply, with an astonishing amount of love that left dabi speechless but yearning for more which is why a second later he was already ravishing yours back with as much passion as you.

when the two of you parted, panting, your hazy eyes locked and you swallowed down before slowly sliding your legs up his sides then closing them around dabi’s waist in a tight grip that pressed his boner against your clothed heat, a groan and moan leaving both your mouths at the friction. licking your lips under his burning gaze you start talking “what are you waiting for then?”, dabi looks with eyes that you can see ask for permission and “fill me up dabi.”, with that accompanied by a roll of your hips against his, he completely lost it.

after this, skins slapping together, pants, groans and moans are the only things that can be heard inside your living room as your man is cumming for the sixth time inside of you, balls deep into your pussy with the tip of his dick pressing hard against the swollen entrance of your womb as he’s spilling his load in complete ecstacy once again while you squirt all over his shaft and onto his pelvis with a pitiful cry, too overstimulated to even form a single syllable.

dabi has his eyes still rolled back into his skill in pure bliss when he hear you slurr about how much seed there’s inside your cunt, his cerulean irises going back to their place immediately before he raises from his hovering position on you with flushed cheeks as he smirks, totally high on you “of course there’s lots...”, and grabbing onto your waist he starts to rut his hips slowly, fucking all his seed into you with eyes clouded by desire “i gotta make sure my princess is filled up to the brim with our babies, right?”, he ends his sentence with a sharp thrust that made you let out a sob while holding onto his forearms for dear life, moaning continuously as dabi kept pounding into you “you can take more of it, i know it baby, i believe in my pretty girl nhgh–”, dabi kept blurting while throwing his head back with a throaty dragged groan at feeling your walls clench around him, hips picking up pace in no time.

letting out a breathy moan he looks down at you with sweat rolling down his temples long his pretty panting face, then he grabs your forearm to rub kind circles on it “i’m gonna make sure it’ll stick this time, so– ugh— bear with me for a little more ‘kay baby?”, you nod absentmindedly, too fucked out to register well what he’s saying to you, making him let out an amused snort at seeing your expression completely melted from the continuous pleasure and overstimulation “good girl, lemme reward you thenhgh—”, and with that another load of his seed was flowing inside of you and deep into your womb.

the pure bliss dabi feels everytime he cums deep in you, the imagery of his white ropes sticking inside your uterus, makes him rock hard all over again. mind completely lost into the ferverish sensation he’s been feeling for hours now thanks to his precious girl.

[kaleldobrev]

Coming & Going

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Witch!Reader

Summary: You want Dean to stay, but will he?

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Fluff, Vulnerable!Dean, Angst

Authors Note: No cursing for once! Not sure how I managed to do that! | Takes place pre-pilot, during season 5 and the season 5 finale | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

October 2005 — New Orleans, Louisiana

“Do you really have to go?” You asked, your voice sounding of disappointment. You were currently lying on top of Dean, chest to chest with him as your hands cupped his face and his arms were resting on your lower back, wrapping them around your waist slightly.

He gave you a half smile, almost as if he was disappointed himself that he had to leave. “Sorry Sweetheart, I have to,” his tone sounded faintly similar to yours.

You had known Dean barely two weeks, as he only came to New Orleans to work a case in your neck of the woods: The French Quarter to be exact. Your former mentor and friend had gotten corrupted, a certain kind of darkness consumed her; no longer doing witchcraft for good but for evil and out of scorn. At first you didn’t want to think it was her, as you only had the fondest of memories of her, but the people that were dying were her former mentees, your peers — and you were going to be added to that list of the dead if it weren’t for Dean.

“Just sorry uh?” You asked, hoping that he would say more but he simply shrugged. “Don’t you shrug at me Dean Winchester,” you smirked, leaning in and giving him a tiny peck on the lips that he quickly deepened. His hands now cupping the side of your face now.

Breaking away from the kiss he looked at you, smiling and moving some hair that had fallen in front of your face. “You’re beautiful you know what?” He said, and you could feel yourself blushing.

“Careful, it sounds like you’re falling in love with me,” you teased.

“And what if I am?” He asked, his tone coming off more serious sounding than yours had been.

“I’d say you’re crazy,” your tone still coming off slightly teasing in nature.

“To be fair I am a hunter Sweetheart. You need to be a little crazy to be one,” he replied and you honestly couldn’t help but agree with him.

“It’s always the crazy ones who fall for me,” you said, giving him another quick peck before lying down on your back next to him. “Seriously though, think I’ll ever see you again?”

“Careful Sweetheart, it sounds like you might be falling in love with me,” he teased.

“And what if I am?” You asked, turning your head to face him.

He turned to face you, and there was a certain look in his eyes that you’ve never seen before. “I’d say you’re lying.”

“And why do you say that?” You weren’t in love with him, not completely anyway, but you did feel something for him; but you weren't quite sure what this feeling was.

“Does it matter? I’ll probably never see you again. Hunters never go to the same town twice.” His voice sounded more confident sounding now, very detached of any emotion that he had previously, it was as if he was afraid of being vulnerable.

“It’s okay to talk about your feelings you know,” you stated.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” he retorted, and you rolled your eyes. “What?”

He changed positions, switching to his side propping himself up with his elbows on your mattress as you started to get out of bed. The sounds of your feet were smacking hard on the wood — you were pissed. “Nothing,” you lied, your voice coming out passive aggressive sounding now. “You’re right, no need to talk about things if I’m never going to see you again right?”

“Sweetheart —”

“It’s Y/N,” you grabbed your robe that was hanging on the back of your door and placed it around you as you made your way to your on-suite bathroom to take a shower and wash away any feeling or smells of Dean off of you as quickly as possible. “You can show yourself out right?” You asked walking into the bathroom. You dropped your robe, and it was now a puddle on the floor. You were just out of view enough for Dean to just see the robe, not your naked form.

“Yeah,” he sighed, and you shut the bathroom door.

5 Years Later…

You were currently in your kitchen crushing up herbs using your mortar and pestle; the sweet smells of lavender and honey filling the air. There was a beautiful breeze coming in through the open window; additional smells wafted into the house as well (mainly the smells of Cajun cooking).

You heard a knock at your door and you thought about who it could possibly be at this hour of the night, as all your scheduled clients had came and went for the day, your shop already closed for the day as well. Putting down your pestle you washed your hands quickly and started making your way toward the door. The longer you took the more aggressive and loud the knocking had started to become. “I’m coming I’m coming!” You yelled.

Reaching for the doorknob you couldn’t help but notice a familiar silhouette and the smell of gunpowder. It was two things you never thought you’d ever see or smell again. Opening the door the green eyed semi-stranger looked at you, and he looked completely drained and void of energy. “Never thought I’d see you again,” you said, your voice coming out a lot calmer than you had expects it to sound. “What are you doing here? You have a case?”

“Mind if I come in?” He asked, his voice too sounding calm. His energy was different, it was nervous, scared, confused all things you never expected to feel from him.

“Sure,” you nodded, stepping aside to let him inside.

“So let me get this straight,” you started rubbing your face, trying your best to process the information that Dean had just given you. “You’re the vessel of the Archangel Michael, Sam is the vessel of the Archangel Lucifer and the two of you are supposed to do this battle to the death.”

“More or less,” Dean said, more casually than you had expected him to sound.

“So question,” you began.

“Shoot,” he answered.

“I don’t mean to sound rude Sweetie but…what does this have to do with me?” You asked, and Dean found himself slightly smiling at the nickname; it was something he hadn’t heard you call him in almost five years. “I haven’t seen you or even heard from you in five years and we didn’t necessarily leave things on the best terms.”

“I’m sorry,” he sighed, sounding slightly frustrated. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re…you’re sorry?” You scoffed, finding his apology hard to believe. “It’s been five years, I feel like the apology ship has sailed.”

“I know you probably want nothing to do with me anymore but,” he got up from the couch that he was sitting in across from you and moved to sit next to you. “You’re the only person I’ve been thinking about for years, the only person who…”

“Phones exist Dean. You could have just picked up the phone and called me,” you stated.

“Would you have picked up the phone if I called?" Touché. "That's what I thought," he looked away from you for a moment, slightly rubbing his face before placing his hands on his knees. "I shouldn't have never come here." He got up quickly, his voice frustrated as he started making his way toward the door.

"So that's it?" You asked, getting up from the couch. His hand was on the doorknob, and he looked at you briefly, some hesitation in his expression.

"What?" He asked; he sounded annoyed.

"You haven't changed in five years Dean. The minute we start talking about feelings or being vulnerable you clam up." You stated, moving closer to him now, you were a few feet away from him.

"You don't think I know that?" His tone angry, angrier than you've ever seen him. "You don't think it pisses me off that I have a hard time talking about my feelings?" He looked down at you, the two of you inches away from each other now.

"Dean," you began. "You weren't joking five years ago were you?"

That's when his expression changed, it softened. "About what?" He knew exactly what you were talking about, how could he possibly forget? It might of been two weeks, but it was one of the best two weeks he had in a real long time.

"Being in love with me," your voice was slightly hesitant, almost as if you were embarrassed to say it, despite knowing deep down that you were right. He simply just looked at you, and you reached out for his hand, taking it in yours. "Dean." The look in his eyes now, the feelings that you were getting from him — this man was still in love with you, even after all these years.

"What if I said yes?" He asked, his tone too was hesitant sounding, but he echoed the same words as he once did all those years ago.

"I'd say what took you so long?" You gave him a soft smile, your hands now fisting his shirt as you looked up at him. He looked down at you, giving you a similar smile in return and cupped your face.

"You know, you're the only witch I've ever liked," he whispered before leaning in and kissing you.

A Few Months Later…

You were sitting in your living room putting together the last of your spell bags that you sold in your shop, the smell of roses wafted gently in the air from the candles you had lit throughout the house; soft jazz playing.

A light knocking came at your door, and you had an overwhelming feeling of anxiety crash into you; the smell of gunpowder now hitting your nose. "Dean..." you whispered; it could only be him, as he was the only one that had smelt that way to you.

Getting up from your spot on the couch you made your way to your front door, that familiar silhouette in the shadows of your porch. A sorrowful smile hit your lips as some dread starting hitting into you — a feeling that worried you. Something bad happened, you thought. Opening the door Dean stood there, not saying a word; he looked drained, like he had lost a battle. But if he was the one standing here that could only mean..."Sam he's..."

"In the pit," Dean said. You weren't entirely sure what that meant but you didn't want to press further as you could feel and see the extreme sense of loss. Without a warning that's when he moved toward you, wrapping his arms around you in an embrace. The embrace was tight, like he was making sure you were real.

You started rubbing his back and gently started to hum, hoping that it would soothe him in some way. "I'm here," you said softly between hums.

"Can I stay here for a while?" He began, his voice sounding as if it was about to break. "I don't...I don't want to hunt anymore not without...I can't do it without him." You didn't need clarification on who Dean was referencing, you knew that he was talking about Sam.

"You can stay here as long as you want," the words fell from your lips with such certainty, without any kind of hesitation.

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[pleasantlycrazyworld]

Heyyyy I saw your requests are open. Can you do a cute fic or blurb whatever you prefer I don’t really know the difference 🥺. But can it be about Eddie having a corruption kink and he like the reader bc she looks innocent. But what he doesn’t know is that when he bends her over and spanks her , she enjoys it. You can add or take away stuff all up to you and if you are in the mood for it 💕 I love your work so much and would like to see something like this

-🌶️

So I got carried away and this ended up being a dom reader...how I have no idea! But I hope you enjoy it still and if you want I can totally write a more dom/rough Eddie! Just lmk!

Eddie always went after girls who seemed so different from him, girls who seemed so....innocent. At first, no one batted an eye but now they stop and stare when they see such a contrast between Eddie and his newest girlfriend.

You were a sweetie. You got excellent grades in school, were in after-school clubs, and were the perfect daughter. But there was something Eddie didn't know...well something that no one really knew. You don't have much control over your life, at least not as much as you would like. So when it comes to being in the bedroom you loved having the control and honestly, sometimes you got a bit intense.

Eddie knew none of this. You two were still kind of a new couple so there hadn't been much sexual things happening between the two of you but Eddie was dying to change that. In his head, you would be the perfect little sub for him and he just wanted to make sure you felt as good as he could make you feel. It was your Friday night date when he decided to make a move, and thank god he did because you needed him to finally try to make a move or you might have exploded.

The two of you were over at your house watching a movie when he leaned in and started leaving kisses along your neck. You slowly move your head back giving him more access when you feel his hand glaze across your inner thing. You bite back a moan as you realize what was going to happen soon. Instead of letting him take control you move to be straddling his waist making him smirk into your neck. "Fuck kitten what's gotten into you?" He asks as he starts to leave marks along your soft skin.

"Fuck need you Eddie please" You pleaded making his heart race, hearing you beg makes him believe that he was right about you being his perfect sub. He pulls you into his lap even more so and starts kissing more forcefully. You could feel him throb against your core and some sort of switch inside of you flips and you just needed to take control. You whimper against his lip and pulls away "Can we get undressed?" You ask meekly making Eddie smirk and nod "Of course princess" You smile as you work his tight jeans off of him. You strip slowly teasingly and nearly moan at the whines that leave Eddie.

You move back to sit in his lap and you rest on his knees before wrapping your hand around his cock, you could feel him throbbing in your hand. You brought your other hand down and began to fondle his balls a bit which caused his body to jolt beneath you and he inhaled sharply. You leaned down toward him as your hand continued to stroke him and your other continued to squeeze and fondle his balls and you kissed up to his right ear. "I'm gonna make you cum until there's nothing left in these balls. That's what you want isn't it baby?" you whispered to him. His eyes nearly rolled back at the sound of those words. "Fuck.. Yes, please..." he groaned. You continue working his cock slowly picking up the pace as his eyes close tightly and moans flow from his lips. "Baby baby baby I-I Fuuuckk" He groans and can't help but babble as he cums all over your hand. You kiss his neck softly and continue to jerk his cock until he is squirming more than before "Baby too much"

"Do you want to stop or do you want me to ride your cock?" You ask as you continue kissing his skin. He withers under you before nodding "Please fucking me" He begs softly, nearly embarrassed at how submission he feels. You guide his cock to your entrance and moan softly feeling him inch deeper and deeper into you.

As you stared down at him you nearly moan louder seeing how blissed out he looks. “That’s it, baby.” you praised, making him open his eyes to watch you closely. He watched you moaning when he sees how wet his cock was each time it slipped in and out of you and without warning you began to slam yourself down onto him, bouncing on his cock and tilting your head back as you let out louder moans and he whimpered softly already being so sensitive that the feeling of his cock slamming against your cervix was driving him wild.

He can feel you getting closer. You're getting tighter...wetter, god he was going to explode if you kept going. "B-baby please" he moans brokenly as he watches your hand travel down to your clit, your walls tightens around him ---practically suffocating him as you cry out his name and cum around his cock.

You lean down and bite at his ear before whispering him to cum deep in you "Fill my pussy baby give me all that you have."

His eyes roll back and he swears he blacked out as he came and when he comes back to you cleaning him up and already in his band shirt. You untie him and coo "Did such a good job baby, filled me so well" You kissed him softly, he groans hearing your words. "Wasn't too much was I?" He shook his head instantly "No no god baby it was amazing just I um I didn't expect it" He smiles up at you and pulls you close to him to snuggle into you.

Now it was your turn to blush making him laugh. How could she go from making me cum more than ever to blushing innocently again, he might never know.

[platinumrosetail]

Record of Ragnarok x Pokemon Trainer!Reader?

Maybe she ends up in the ROR universe or the other way around, but either way I just think it'd be interesting if she tries to explain her world to everyone and just throws out a this tiny, cute pokemon, making the ROR characters not take her seriously at first, but then she just throws out pokemon like Mew, Kyogre, or heaven forbid, Arceus himself, casually saying these were the gods of her world.

I quite literally been trying to make a post about this before so this is fantastic for me also yes a ror request whoo! Also yes with the reader having powerful and god like Pokémon along with cute Pokémon.

It felt too crowded with four legendaries with three being bigger than one of them so I had to switch out giratina for a starter, hope that’s alright with you 😅😭.

Me and them talked and fill in some things that I had questions about so you might see some things that was left out of the request, this is a heads up if you get confused on that 😁.

This might be focused on the reaction and fighting than anything romantic as I haven’t gotten any requests for them to do this but I will try and make some romantic moments the best I can 😁😅.

Warning: noob author, female reader, possibly some ooc, and others.

Characters: some gods and some humans (romantic, they didn’t fully specify who so I’ll do the ones in my masterlist that i think would be more romantic for the reader), Valkyrie (platonic)

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You were visiting alola again after battling in galar and becoming champion there; reason why you were visiting alola again was because you have a relative you want to visit and cause necrozma (solgaleo) wanted to visit where they used to live aagain after so long.

You were just spending time with the ultra beast when you heard the sound of a ultra wormhole opening up from behind you and the next thing you know is that you’re in your space suit that can open by a button and that you’re on the back of necrozma growing past many wormholes with speed that you didn’t know it had as it takes them a while to pick up this speed in the wormhole current.

Next you were falling through as necrozma was forced to go back into their pokeball but some forces you couldn’t see but you could see the struggle they had before going into the pokeball. You screamed even though you know that wouldn’t help as you aren’t sure if you can bring out any capable pokemon at the moment with that force pulling necrozma back into their pokeball and all.

(That’’s just for plot convenience at the moment, it most likely won’t appear here anymore, y’know like a one time thing.)

You felt yourself get caught by a pair of what seem to be strong arms with how muscular they are, you trailed your eyes up and met red tinted glasses eyes, you fainted seconds later because of all the adrenaline finally settling down and because of the hot male that caught you.

(Honestly who wouldn’t for Buddha lol)

When you finally woke up you noticed that you were in bed, at first you thought that you were dreaming all of that in a lucid dream but then began to notice the difference between this room and your room back in your time.

Your train of thought was interrupted by the door to this room opening and in came a tall woman with dark blue hair and from what you could tell by the distance between you two, green eyes.

“I’m glad to see that you’re awake, as i would like to discuss something with you if you don’t mind.” The woman says as she watches you sit up on the bed. “But first lets introduce ourselves, seeing as we might be working together from now on if you agree to a favor i would like to ask of you.”

“Ok……” I hesitantly agree wondering where this was going.

“My name is brunhilde and i would like your assistance on helping save humanity from being destroyed by the gods.” The woman now known as brunhilde introduced and explained the favor to you.

“My name is (Y/n)… and about that favor, can i have some time to think about it, y’know with how it’s a lot to take in and with how big the favor seems to be?” You asked wondering what world you’re in for humanity to be pushed to extinction if they don’t win this supposed battle of gods vs humanity.

“Of course, i understand, when you decide come find me in the meeting room.” Brunhilde quickly exit completely forgetting that you don’t know this place like she does and you don’t know where that is.

“He! Wait where is that?!” You tried to call out to her and get her to tell you before she left but seems she already died making you sigh before doing what you said you were going to do until later though that train of thought was quickly broken but something being dropped on your chest.

You uncovered your eye with the arm you previously placed over them to think and see big blue eyes and a pink short furred cat staring right back at you while their tail is swishing back and forth almost expecting something from you……. Until it hit you, quite literally as the creature you know as mew bap’ed their paw at you and you realized what they wanted.

“Fine~….. but after that no bothering me until later, ok? I need to think about this favor brunhilde asked of me.” You got a nod before going through the bag that was on the desk that was next to the bed you were on, and thankfully everything seems to still be in their original place in it anyway back to the task at hand, mew had wanted you to get the poke treat you always make for them and the others, your parent taught you the recipe for these things and like always it was all of your Pokémon’s favorite which doesn’t surprise you as the recipe was all Pokémon’s favorite, and of course there were different flavors for any pokemon with a different taste bud.

You decided to take a walk outside to get a clear head as the room was becoming too stuffy even though it was a really big room and it took many steps to even get to the door of it.

The place you ended up next was what most likely be the garden for this place you appeared in, while walking around there you spot a male laying down on the green grass that you know all grass type would enjoy running around in.

The male looked strangely familiar with the glasses and hair but you can’t quite place where you might’ve seen from though you guess you’ll know soon enough as when you went to get a closer look you seem to have woken the sleeping man up as the next thing you knew was that you hear a deep voice call out.

“Staring is rude, y’know.” You jumped, startled at the sudden noice breaking your concentration and began to panic while trying to push out an apology.

“S-sorry! You just seemed so f-familiar and i wanted to figure o-out why a-and—” you were cut off by what seems to be a lollipop being pushed into your mouth, and the lollipop you previously sen in his mouth is gone as well……. It didn’t take you long to figure out where that lollipop has gone to which made you blush up a storm and started to look like a (Pokémon name) with how bad you blushed at the indirect kiss you two basically shared.

“Calm down or you’l faint again.” he says which got me thinking on how he knew I fainted before unless…..

“You’re the one that catched me!” I finally figured out who he was and accidentally yelled out a bit as i finally could thank the one who catches and saved my life from that long fall.

“So you finally remember, huh?”

The male introduced himself as Buddha which i responded with my own introduction as well. He soon asked what you were doing here when you’re human and should be in the human realm which you quickly explained your predicament as he thought you fell from their version of human realm by accident and was already ack to your human life after you woke up.

“Well you see, technically I’m from another universe or dimension where there’s these creatures called pocket monster, or pokemon for short, and while hanging around at one of the places i visit to have some alone time, a wormhole opened and one of my pokemon had decided that it was time to go on an adventure again like when i was younger but when getting close to the end of the portal my pokemon was forced back into their pokeball and you know what happened next… sorry about that by the way.”

“Mmm, it’s fine, though you can show me one of these pokemon you have on you.” Buddha says which was alright with you and you guess he got curious on what one would look like with how you talked about them.

You went through your head on which one to bring out to show him before choosing your sylveon who likes getting attention from you and anybody you deem worthy enough to be your friend.

“This is sylveon, one of my Pokémon that been with me since I started my journey.” You say as you pet your beloved Pokémon.

“She’s cute.” Buddha say which made you laugh a little but quickly noticed how sylveon was reacting to that so you hurried to explain before things get out of hand.

“Actually sylveon is a boy, he gets irritated if you call him a girl, the only time he’s alright is when he goes to use to his advantage.”

After a few more hours of you two spending time together it was time for a leave as you still need to inform brunhilde the decision you picked while with Buddha.

(I’m going to speed this along as it’s already long right now.)

It was a few days after you joined the fight for humanities survival. You’ve met some of the human fighters, all with very different personalities and backgrounds.

The only ones who know about you being from another universe and your Pokémon being with you is brunhilde, her sisters, and Buddha, and even then they only know the normal ones you have not the legendaries you have, reason why you didn’t want to share with the others is because you wanted to surprise them within your round which is like a demonstration of what’s to happen though like the others the round is a death match as well.

The god you were facing was a low god to the others gods and goddesses but still strong enough to take down a normal human……. If you were a normal human, but seeing as you came from another universe entirely makes you no ordinary normal human.

“You should just surrender girly! I wouldn’t want you to accidentally break a nail!! Hahahahaha!!!” At that the god of (???) gained a laugh from the others on his side of this battle, he didn’t get the rise out of you like he was hoping for but instead a sweet, sweet smile that seems to scream danger to him but he tries not to be intimidated by a ‘lowly’ human like you.

You had already sent out a Pokémon before the fight, mew, who was invisible and would appear when you call out to it, but for now you’ll hold back on who you chose to send out, the one you send out is a hisuian zoroark that you caught in the past of sinnoh.

“Zoroark! Use shadow sneak!!” You called out a move for your zoroark to use which allows it to move first. A shadow from zoroark’s shadow goes towards the god which confused him on how you and your beast can do that before starting to feel extraordinary pain which made him tilt his head behind him to see what’s going on back there only to see a shadow looming over him being the culprit yo his pain.

Thankfully for him it ended soon enough but he was still littered with long scratches from the attack.

“How?! How did you do that?! And where did that mangy beast come from?!” He yelled out and basically insulted your Pokémon which irritates you when people get like that but make sure to hold that anger for the finishing blow when the time is right.

“I don’t want to reveal any of my secrets so you’ll just have to wait.” You say which makes the gods like hades, shiva, Loki, Thor, Poseidon only shared a small short glance before looking away uninterested in this fight and what happens to the human female, zeus also shared an interest disgustingly enough.

“Hmm, this human is interesting right hades?” Zeus says, hades doesn’t say anything as he saw the same female alone in the gardens one time and also had a interest with her being there and not in the human realm

On the Norse side there was Loki and Thor along with Odin and the two birds that follow him that Loki likes to tease. “Hmmm~ I wonder what she means by that~ what do you say Thor?~” he got no response from him which made Loki pout.

While they were all talking, the battle continued on until you only had three Pokémon left, coincidentally they were some of the legendaries/mythical from your world which theoretically speaking is basically like the gods from your world.

You thought as long and as hard as you could which was only a second before sending out the big one….. the almighty creator of both humans and Pokémon kind in your world; arceus.

“I’m sorry for acting cocky right now buuut….. you’re about to become nonexistent.”

“Huh? What do you mean? It’s just a Llama! I bet it would be like the others, too! Though I wished you let them stay out so I could kill them and make you see that you’re of no match to us gods!!” That sentence right there irritated both you and arceus and made the both of you look at each and nod before you give out the command to end this bloody fool from his embarrassing ways.

“Arceus, could you please use judgement on this poor fool and end his embarrassment.” You say calmly which receives a ‘gladly’ from arceus through your shared telepathy.

And like that the god before you shatters into green shards, disappearing into the place where humans and gods go to after they die in the afterlife.

Arceus returned to his ball as you silently walk back to your side of the stadium through where you had entered, tired and hungry and ready for a shower after what stress that battle brought you.

All of them were shocked before getting interrupted by a big screen came on in the middle of the battle ground of the stadium, the screen had funny eyes and a grin on its face.

“Hello! I’m rotomdex! The Pokémon you saw winning the battle with (Y/n) was called arceus! The creator of humans and Pokémon in (Y/n) universe!! You see, (Y/n) was transported here from a ultra wormhole opening up! Anyway, I need to go! Bye!!” And with that the screen disappeared leaving many shocked beings, wether they were human or deity.

After that you got swarmed by the other human competitors, all complimenting you in their own little way along with the competitors ally’s and friends/family.

You also gained the interest of some of the gods who want to learn about you more after that display you showed them.

(A/n: finally!!!! I hope you guys like it! I decided to try something new, it’s not a bad way to do things, just know I won’t use it for some of your requests as it depends on what you guys request of me, I also wished I could do more with the characters besides Buddha but I just couldn’t think of anything and because I have favoritism for Buddha, I mean can you blame me? Lol, anyway hope y’all have a wonderful day/evening/night!!!)

[gatorbites-imagines]

i love guy gardner!! Glad to see you love him too, hes my baby girl fr. But im here to ask for a Guy x Top!Reader where Guy is very teasing and is trying very obviously trying to top but ends up with him against a wall whimpering? Reader is also taller than Guy mostly for pushing up against wall purposes hehe

(Love your hcs for Guy!!)

Guy Gardner x male reader

Headcanons

Reader is a fellow lantern, cuz I fuckin love lanterns man. Guess who bought comics today? My collection grows.

You and Guy kind of have a reputation around the lantern corps. Its not strange to find the two lanterns from earth up against a wall making out like horny teenagers. Its honestly become a right of passage for new members to catch you two going at it or feeling each other up during missions.

In the beginning the others tried to discourage you two from being so open about it, and you did try to hide it for a while, which resulted in quickies in quickly made constructs or side rooms, but fate was never on your side and you two kept getting caught.

Both you and Guy have little shame at this point, and you just laugh when others look at you two in disgust or shock when they see you two grinding up against a wall. You’ll be polite and throw up a construct, but that’s about it.

Of course, you two never full out start going at it in public, or where there’s a chance for underage people to be around, but Oa tends to be free game.

You both might be dirty horny bastards, but you have some level of standards, and you are both outright insulted when anyone hints at you two being perverts and doing it to target others.

It’s resulted in some of your fellow lanterns having to hold both you and Guy back when you’ve gotten in pretty heated arguments with people.

If the situation calls for it, you two are completely serious too, so its not like it gets in the way of business or missions.

All in all, when Guy starts groping you from behind and grinding up against you, no one bats an eye. Now, to outsiders it looks like you two are switches, which you are, though it leans very heavily to you topping and Guy bottoming.

Guy likes the game of trying to win the privilege of being the one on top, so you don’t make it easy for him when he starts teasing you, groping him right back, or pulling him around the corner to make out with extra biting.

Your friends just roll their eyes when Guy kicks up his teasing, as they all know to some extent which way this is going, as last time this happened Guy was limping for a few days, though he looked very satisfied.

Cut to you two making out again after a mission, Guys been teasing you for days as he’s trying to rile you up. Its working to some extent, and when he feels how hard you are he looks a little too smug.

Of course, that can’t stand, so you flip your positions and shove him chest first into the wall, pressing yourself up against his back. Your physical bigger size makes it easier for you to cage him in.

Guy would half heartedly try to struggle out of your hold, but just end up grinding back against you with that shit eating grin of his, that challenging look in his eyes.

That grin is quickly wiped off his face when you start grinding against him hard enough to force his hips forwards into the wall in front of him.

The grip you have on his wrists keeps him from touching himself so all he can do is try to choke down his noises as you keep pushing him, biting at his neck, and grumbling about how much of a tease he is.

Of course, you can’t allow him to finish too easily, so you end up edging him a few times, slowly working him up with the grinding only to pull back at the last moment. You only allow him to finish after he’s grasping at the wall whimpering and whining for mercy.

You know that’s just him playing, as if he truly wanted it to end, he would safeword. But after he’s been so good, you finally reach down to touch him. Since Guy is already to keyed up, he comes very quickly, throwing his head back and yelling at the top of his lungs.

You finish quickly after that, and after making sure Guy is fine with some on the spot aftercare (some hugging, kissing, and cuddling), you two go back to do your lantern jobs.

The unamused looks you get from your fellow lanterns makes it clear you were nowhere near as quiet as you tried to be, but both you and Guy can only grin and wiggle your brows at them.

[wildissylupus]

I LOVE those Junker bios and backstories! Are you planning on doing more? Maybe the Overwatch agents?

Oh absolutely!! I've technically done a couple descriptions on how some Overwatch agents would be but they weren't deep dives, it'll also probably take longer then the Junker characters cause there are a lot more Overwatch characters then Junkers. Also because of the fact that the Overwatch and Talon groups have more cinematics and comics I will probably be referencing them in a Mirrorwatch context for some of the descriptions.

Anyway might as well get into it here.

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Doomfist - Strike Commander Ogundimu

Honestly he's the easiest to describe as we already know a lot about him from voice lines and interviews. Though his history is still largely unknown, we know that his motivation is largely the same, just changed to the strong must protect the weak. I also think that in this universe, Akande isn't the third Doomfist, but the second, being chosen by Adhabu Ngumi to be his successor. This version of Adhabu Ngumi likely being MW!Overwatch's first strike commander. Personality wise I think he's pretty much the same but a lot more heroic. I think an in game example that would be a good reference is Bonebreaker, another alternate Doomfist who's also a hero. Though despite this more heroic Doomfist, I still think he would have been arrested. Mainly because I doubt that he would have respected the Petras Act, likely continuing his Overwatch work.

Widowmaker - Captain Lacroix

Like Doomfist Amelie is easy to do as we have voice lines for her. We know that she has a high focus of justice and retribution, we know she was close with Ramattra, that her Gerard is still alive (either still an agent or retired) and that her eye was likely shot out by Ana. Interestingly though, she seemed to have a close connection to Sam, which makes sense as Sam and Gerard likely worked together on diplomacy, though it is also likely that Ana trained Amelie in this universe. As the voice lines that Amelie has with Ana not only imply that Ana worked for Overwatch before Talon but they also have an inflection that implies a previous close relationship between the two. It's also shown that Sombra and Amelie are close in this universe as well, and considering that Sombra and Cassidy likely switched places, I like to think that both Amelie and Gerard were both Blackwatch agents at some point. Personality wise I think this version of Amelie is a lot goofier, making spider puns and maybe even helping Sombra with pranks. I also think she's incredibly stubborn and loyal, an absolute beast on the field but her care for the people around her can cause her to hesitate, hence why she lost her eye. Though what's interesting is that Amelie chose to get a prostetic eye and has seemingly gotten augmentations on the other eye as well. Which makes it seems she's insecure in her abilities as a sniper.

Sombra - Agent Olivia Colomar

Sombra most likely started off as a Blackwatch agent, taken in after Overwatch conducted a sting operation against Los Muertos. I still think that she would find out about "The Conspiracy" but that would be something she discovered after Zurich. Likely resulting in her going off the grid until Doomfist was broken out. As I said before she's close with Amelie but I also think she would be close with Echo in this timeline too, recognizing that the learning AI that she has is learning more then just battle tactics. I don't think much would change about her personality wise, she would likely be less prone to blackmail but even that's a stretch.

Echo - Stealth Unit

Created by a Mina Liao that had full given up on recreating the sentience that Aroura had. MW!Echo would have been strictly made for combat, but still using a highly advanced learning AI for maximum efficacy. An unintended side effect of this was that Echo's learning capabilities eventually progressed past battle strategies. This lead to Echo having a more clinical and straight forward personality, not being as excited to learn but intrigued by what else she could be capable of. She was likely still quarantined after Zurich but was saved from Talon hands by Ashe.

Reaper - Gabriel Reyes

I think that the original strike team was likely still the same for Mirrorwatch, especially with the knowledge that Ana was with Overwatch at some point and Reinhardt is being implied to be brainwashed. Though I do think that with Jack and Gabe specifically they immediately joined Talon after the Crisis. Reyes loosing faith in changing the system during the crisis because of public reaction towards Overwatch during the crisis. However that changed as he watch what Overwatch turned into, bringing in pepole like Ashe and Sombra, giving them a chance at a different life. What also helped was his connection to Cassidy, even if their dynamic was strained because of their environment, they were still close, and because of that Reyes has always felt guilt about what he helped Cassidy turn into. That was a big motivation as to why Reyes defected from Talon, seeking out Overwatch to make up for all the pain he caused. During this escape however, Jack chased him down and during the altercation an explosion happened that presumably killed Jack (it didn't, Jack just saw Gabe's defection as a good sign to retire), and left Gabe incredibly wounded. Even with being a super soldier, the wounds were too much. That's when Moira found him and helped him the best she could, but it was not an easy process and Reyes was left permanently changed. It took years for the side affect of Moira's impromptu treatment to be dealt with to the point where Reyes wasn't in excruciating pain all the time. When he was treated though, he immediately set off to right his wrongs, his first act in redemption was saving Dr. Siebren de Kuiper from a Talon abduction with the help of Agent Colomar.

Moira - Head of Medical/Field Medic O'deorain

Moira was made Overwatch's head of Medical soon after Akande took the title of Strike Commander. Which was something that surprised her as her medical research was considered controversial, though those who said that often ignored the key detail that all experiments, she used herself as the test subject. Moira is a person who is fully in the belief that even if she doesn't have the time to be entitled to patience, her research will live on and eventually be picked up by someone else. She is highly aware of recovery time and often dissuades un-needed surgeries because of this. This is a problem when it comes to Amelie as she believes that she needs more augmentations to keep up with Ana and other Talon operatives, a sentiment only increased by Ramattra's death. Moira holds a lot of guilt for the things she's had to do with Overwatch, mainly being forced to do experimental treatments that resulted in less the good side effects.

Sigma - Dr. Siebren de Kuiper

Sigma's story would mostly be the same except he was saved by Overwatch instead of captured by Talon Talon. Which would lead to his mind and abilities being a lot more stable. I think he would still be close with Sombra as well as Hammond, but with the addition of him genuinely being close with Moira and Reaper. I don't think he'd go into the field that often, his powers still being unstable, but he does help out where he can. When he does go into the field though he mostly tries to protect his teammates and assets in civilian rescue.

Mauga - Ecopoint Liberator

I think this Mauga would be largely the same personality wise however morality would be very different, specifically I think this version of Mauga turned against the Deepsea Raiders and helped liberate the Samoan Ecopoint. That becoming his home base until Sombra got in contact with him and asked him to join Overwatch. I like to think that in this universe Mauga and Bapiste meet but it's while Baptiste is undercover trying to get information on what's happening with the Ecopoint to Talon. Mauga being a good way in.

Wrecking Ball - Hammond

Hammond is the same as Winston, basically just Hammond but he landed in Gibraltar instead of Australia. Though one this to consider is that Hammond likely struggled to get the same rights Winston did in canon, due to the fact that Hammond is a hamster and can't talk the same way the Winston can. Hammond becoming an Overwatch agent likely causing more outrage. Also because of this I think Hammond would have been made more of a mascot by the public the Winston was. Hammond most likely hating this. Basically Hammond is motivated to do good because that's what the people around him do, his friends want to do good, want to save people. So he'll follow their lead because even if he doesn't care for the general public, he cares about his friends.

Ashe

I've talked about Ashe a bit already but to summerise it, Ashe's parents where likely into more illegal dealings even before Ashe started her gang, which caused them to act differently when it came to Ashe lashing out. They manipulated her into thinking they had changed their ways and were becoming better people, which lead to Ashe betraying the other Deadlocks and going back to her parents. Which as you can tell, was a bad choice. After Ashe had basically cut off her entire support network Ashe's parents basically became worse then they were before, firing B.O.B and getting Ashe heavily involved with the family business. All the while still not paying her any mind as their daughter, now more as a nuisance they needed to keep an eye on. Until Overwatch took her parents down and offered Ashe a position in Blackwatch. Where she also reunited with B.O.B and Frankie. Ashe lives with a lot of guilt for her past action, guilt only increased when Blackwatch started getting invloved with Talon and she saw what became of Cassidy.

[yandere-kittee]

Heyyo. I just stumbled on to your page. I love love love it. Especially the yan jock. I had a request because I don't really see this specific type of dynamic, it's usually the opposite. I was wondering if you could write Younger yan and older darling. Maybe 21 y/o yan and 32-36 y/o darling (honestly, make her as old as u want. The older the better, I just particularly just like this age range)? And darling keeps rejecting Younger yan because 1) she feels that college guys are immature and 2) she feels creepy and weird about the age gap. But younger yan doesn't care about the age gap. And I was thinking maybe u can make older darling a sweet but firm lady. Honestly u can do whatever with older darling personality. But I want younger yan to be a clingy obsessive little shit with way to much ego, who in reality got mommy issues and cry's way to easily at the thought of abandonment and rejection. That's my request, I've seen way to many younger darling and old yan and I honestly wondered what it would be like with the ages switched.

Anyways. Thank you for your time! I have more unconventional yan x darling dynamics. Let me know if you'd like to hear them! Hope you have a great day!!

First of all, ily.

Second of all, thank you for this, and honestly? Feel free to just drop by my inbox and request anything you like.

So here we go!

College student!yan xFem!Older!Darling.

🌷A/n: I don't know if making the darling a milf would be okay, so I might actually post a seperate fic for that, so let me know if you would actually like to see that, but thank you for getting me out of my writing slump.

🌷warnings: yandere behavior, clingy yandere, age gap (like about 10 years) Yan is 22 while Darling is in her mind 30s, mommy issues.

You honestly didn't know how this happened, you were just minding your own business, but it seems your younger neighbor didn't knew what the sense of proper boundaries were considering how he's always trying to cling around you.

It all started when you were on your way to your apartment when you spotted, College student!Yan, who seemed to have gotten himself locked out of his apartment and he didn't know anyone else he could turn to.

Feeling bad for the boy, you offered him some cheesecake at your apartment till he gets his situation fixed, when he entered your apartment, he didn't expect the warmth and cozy vibes he got, the apartment wasn't grandiose but it's definitely different compared to the apartment that he lives in with his mother.

You made sure that he was okay and that he wasn't alone when he's locked out of his own home, making sure that he wasn't feeling sad or lonely.

So you could honestly guess that's where it really started, because after that, he was hanging around your apartment waiting for you to come out or come home, and for some reason, he soon later finds out where you work, to which he passes off as a coincidence, but that gives him a chance to spend more time with you.

You honestly thought it was cute at first, thinking that maybe he was just trying to find companionship with you, but the more you thought about it, the more you thought that he definitely wanted more than just companionship with the way he looked at you and the way he always seemed to wait for you, no matter how busy he got with his projects or homework.

You didn't want to be mean, so you just decided to brush it off and let him be, you even invite him to your home at times to try out some new pastry that you cooked up, you even let him help sometimes, but you start to think he's not cutout for baking when he continuously spills ingredients on you, sometimes licking them off of your skin casually.

"It's sweet!"

He would exclaim as he continued to lick your skin, even when there's nothing there anymore.

But there are sweet moments! When you guys would be out together in the park nearby taking a stroll, (you honestly just wanted to take a nap but you couldn't resist that pout of his) and since the two of you had gotten closer...Don't be fooled, he's just trying desperately hard to worm his way into your life

He opens up about his life, his dead father and absent mother, who's too busy working and going out to pay attention to her only son, who tries his best in his academics to be able to get his mother's attention.

But that's all fine now! Because he has you in his life, and there's no way you're leaving now, right?

...Shit.

🌷this is isn't proofread or edited since I was letting all those creative juices flow and I am just UGH this is why I'm a write people!! To make pathetic and clingy boys!!!!

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Let the Tests Begin

Switch AU

A JSE Fanfic

I may have forgotten to queue this. Which sucks because I was really excited for this one? How did I forget? I guess I'm really working on finishing Many Roads Diverge now that I'm getting close to the finish line with that one, haha. Anyway. The guys are still in IRIS. And IRIS thinks it's about time to start their plans with them. JJ is having a particularly bad time with this. And Schneep finds out that there are new tests for him to go through after his escape last time.

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“Hello again, Dr. Parker.”

Jackie looked up as the door opened. He was sitting on the side of the bed but he quickly scrambled to his feet. It was that same man from before. What was his name? Right, Daniel. There were also two C&C guards with him. “H-hi,” Jackie said in a shaky voice. He wasn’t sure how long it had been since he’d last seen these guys. There wasn’t a clock in the room. But he knew that it must be a while, as he’d fallen asleep for a bit and woken up with hunger clawing at his stomach.

“We have decided to move you to a second location,” Daniel said calmly.

“Um... why?” Jackie asked, trying not to sound too combative.

“Well this room isn’t exactly built for comfort, is it?” Daniel says, gesturing around the room. “We have a better one set up for you. If you’ll please come with us.”

Jackie hesitated. Then he nodded slowly. Maybe he could get a lay of the land while they moved him. Find out where the others are, if they’re also here. Because it was clear that IRIS wasn’t planning on telling him anything. “Okay. Um... let’s go.”

The hallway outside looked like a normal hallway in an office building, with white plaster walls and linoleum tile on the floor. It kind of threw Jackie off, honestly. If it wasn’t for the reinforced doors he might have been anywhere nondescript. The two C&C guards stood on either side of him. Jackie waited for them to grab him or something, but they didn’t. And they didn’t move, either. They just stood there in the middle of the hallway. Were they waiting for something?

Apparently they were, as another one of the doors opened up, and a pair of C&C officers appeared, dragging someone out. “—your fucking hands off me!” the person was shouting.

Jackie would know that swearing voice anywhere. “Anti?!” he gasped, rushing towards him. One of the guards grabbed him by the back of the hoodie and yanked him back.

But he’d gotten Anti’s attention, at least. He stopped struggling and looked over at Jackie, eyes wide. “J-Jackie?!”

“Are you okay?” Jackie asked.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine, other than these fuckers bruising my arms up.” Anti struggled slightly, but the two C&C guards refused to let go of him. “Have you seen any of the others?!”

“N-no, but they have to be here, don’t they? If both of us are.”

While the two of them talked, Daniel gestured at the C&C guards, and they started walking down the hallway. Anti growled and started fighting back again. “Let me go! Let me—Jackie, help! We can get out of here together!”

“Wh-what about the others?” Jackie asked.

“We can find them! C’mon!” Anti tried to yank an arm free of the guard’s grip, but they were holding too tight. “Jackie!”

Jackie hesitated. But decided he couldn’t leave Anti behind. He darted forward, trying to pull Anti from the guards’ grasp—but then the other two C&C guards grabbed him from behind and yanked him back. He yelped. “Please, Dr. Parker, I thought you were smarter than that,” Daniel said. “Don’t worry. You’ll be safe and taken care of.”

“Don’t listen to their bullshit, Jackie!” Anti shouted. “Last time I was here these guys locked me in a room and did some shit to my brain!”

“The Dr. Hopkins Assessment is a perfectly safe test,” Daniel said.

Anti glared at him. He growled again, sounding almost feral, and snapped his teeth, trying to bite the C&C guards. Or maybe not actually trying to bite them. Surely Anti was smart enough to realize his teeth couldn’t pierce the C&C uniforms. But the guy he snapped at did flinch. Very slightly, but definitely flinched. So maybe Anti was just trying to intimidate them.

“Anti, please, c-calm down,” Jackie stammered, trying to avoid being dragged by the guards. “W-we need to think—”

“I’m not going to be fucked with again, Jackie!” Anti interrupted, his voice cracking with fear.

Jackie winced. “Th-they’re not going to—Well, I-I guess I don’t know anything about them, do I?” He shook his head and lowered his voice to a whisper. “Anti, listen. I-I know a lot about these guys. I... worked for them.”

“When did you do that?!”

“Shhh!” Jackie glanced at Daniel and the C&C guards. They could probably hear them no matter how quietly they talked. But the whispering gave him an illusion of security that he desperately needed as they were being dragged along. “It’s a long story. I didn’t know they’d taken you, o-or any of the other fucked up shit they do. But I do know stuff about their organization and all that.”

Anti shook his head. “I... I’ll think about those implications later. What can you tell me now?”

Jackie glanced around. “I don’t recognize this area, I think we’re in a different compound than the one I was in. But, uh, with how normal it looks we’re probably on the surface level. Maybe on a higher floor, if there are multiple floors here. M-Marvin might be here, too, but from how they talked about Schneep and JJ, they’re probably keeping them somewhere more secure.”

The C&C took them around a corner. This hallway looked the same as all the others. “So what, you think we should try to find them first?” Anti asked. “I don’t think we’ll get a chance to, to be honest!” He pulled against the guards. “They’re gonna lock us up, Jackie! We might not get another opportunity! W-we can go find the others now!”

“Please remain calm, Mr. McLoughlin,” Daniel said. “We’d hate to resort to force.”

“Oh, would you?” Anti snarled. “Jackie! Come on!”

Jackie’s mind whirled. He wanted to protest, to take this slow, but Anti was right. He didn’t know if they’d have another opportunity. He glanced down at his hand, and Anti followed his gaze. Jackie held out three fingers. Two. One—

Jackie shouted out, causing the guards to look at him in surprise. At once, the two of them pushed against the guards, struggling in unison. Anti managed to get an arm free. He tried to punch one of the guards, but they barely flinched. And Jackie didn’t even get free at all. Daniel turned back to look at the scuffle, frowning, looking almost disappointed. “Very well, then.”

One of the guards hit Anti in the side of the head. He gasped and went suddenly limp. Jackie cried out in surprise, but another guard hit him in the same place, pain bursting across his temple. He slumped, and the C&C guards dragged the both of them down the hall to a pair of doors across from each other. Daniel took out a keycard and pressed it to a reader next to each door, and the guards dragged Anti and Jackie to each one.

“N-no!” Anti shouted, flailing weakly. “Jackie! Jackie!”

“W-we’re going to get out of this!” Jackie said, trying to plant his feet on the ground and push back against the guards trying to get him into the room. “I promise!”

Then the guards overpowered him and pushed him into the room. Jackie stumbled back, landing flat on his back. He looked up to see the door already slamming shut, locking him in this new room.

Jackie got to his feet slowly and looked around. This really didn’t look too different than the room he was in before. The walls were light blue instead of the weird half-blue, half-blank-concrete they’d been in the last room. There was an alcove in the corner with a curtain hanging from the ceiling, pushed to the side to show a toilet and sink. The bed and table were bolted to the floor, and there were more blankets and an extra pillow on the bed. Other than that, it was pretty much the same, with two chairs for the table and a camera dangling from the corner of the ceiling.

But even these small differences spelled a different picture. This place was clearly more built for long-term living than the room where he’d been before. So... they really did intend to keep them here for the foreseeable future. Jackie’s throat was suddenly dry with nerves. He’d assumed that was the situation. But it was different to have that guess silently confirmed.

Jackie wandered over to the table and sat down. There was a paper plate and cup on the table. The plate had a sandwich and the cup had water. Jackie hesitated for a moment, but he was too hungry to resist. He ate and drank, quickly devouring it.

The next room over, Marvin sat up in bed, listening intently. Those shouts... were they who he thought they were? The others were here too? Or—Jackie and Marvin, at least? He’d guessed so, but—that really was them? He felt a bit hopeful, hearing them nearby. Even though that meant they were trapped here too. At least he wasn’t alone.

———————

Jameson had no idea how long he’d been in this room. It felt like forever. He’d spent all of it stuck in his own head, thoughts swirling around all the terrible things that IRIS could do to him. He sometimes had trouble with this anxiety spiral. But his usual ways of snapping out of it couldn’t work while he was stuck in this room. He couldn’t distract himself with anything, and he couldn’t reach out to any of his friends to talk about it. He tried going to sleep but that didn’t help, either. Even when he closed his eyes and tried to take deep breaths, the thoughts wouldn’t go away.

Would they experiment on him? They would, wouldn’t they? IRIS didn’t know about magicians. They would want to figure out how his powers worked. What if they tried to take his magic? That was a part of him! Though he knew he would be able to live a happy life without special powers, he wouldn’t be himself anymore. He would never be able to forget the loss of it.

At some point while he was trying to sleep, there was a strange hissing noise, sounding somewhat pneumatic, and then a thump. JJ raised his head and saw a part of the wall had slid open. Inside was an alcove with a tray on it. He sat up and walked over. Luckily this alcove was within reach of the cuff tethering him to the floor. He picked up the tray. This was... food. A square sandwich with some cheese and unknown meat inside, a handful of apple slices, And a small cup with water in it... or, he assumed it was water. There was some sort of powder mixed in that made it kind of cloudy.

There was writing on the tray beneath the food. ‘Please put the tray back in the compartment when you are done. You will not get another meal until the tray and cup are returned.’

JJ glanced at the camera. They would know if he tried anything, wouldn’t they? The only place that was free of their view was the alcove with the toilet and sink. But... that probably wasn’t a good place to eat. He sat down on the edge of the bed and ate slowly. He still wasn’t sure what meat the sandwich had. Its taste wasn’t familiar. Maybe it was something processed. The powder in the water gave it a vaguely fruity taste, in a weak, artificial way. The apple’s taste was also weak and watery. But he ate it all anyway. He’d probably need the energy. Then he put the tray and cup back in the alcove. The wall slid closed again silently, and then there was another hiss.

After a while, Jameson started to regret the food. His stomach was flipping over and over with his nerves, and the food didn’t help. Especially once he started worrying about what was in it. Didn’t Schneep say that they drugged him with food while he was here? Would Jameson notice if something was off? Was he feeling tired because he’d been awake for a while or because they really did put something in the food?! He should stay awake, just in case.

Despite his efforts to stay awake, he did doze for a bit, drifting in and out of consciousness for what must have been only minutes at a time.

Until he heard the door to the cell open, and then he immediately snapped to full wakefulness. He sat up, staring as that woman in the white coat walked in, along with two more C&C guards. One of them carried some sort of box in one hand, the size of a car battery, holding it by a handle. Jameson swallowed the lump in his throat. He pulled his knees close to his chest, curling up slightly.

The woman—the doctor—said nothing at first. She gestured at the two guards, and they continued walking forward until they reached Jameson. “Hold out your hands,” the doctor said.

Jameson hesitated. Then he slowly did so, assuming that they were going to handcuff him or something. He was correct. The guard with the box flipped open the side, pulling out a pair of plastic cuffs made out of the same material as the ankle cuff. They snapped them around Jameson’s wrists and he winced slightly as they dug into his skin. As the other guard unlocked the manacle around his ankle, JJ stared at the box. There was a plastic tether connecting the cuffs to the interior of it. Was his comparison of it to a car battery more correct than he thought? Was that box a power source for these cuffs? A power source for what?

Out of curiosity, JJ tried to conjure up some magic after the tether around his ankle was gone. Just some lights.The pain was instant—racing up his wrists from the cuffs. He gasped in pain and instinctively jerked back, trying to pull away. But of course, he couldn’t.

“Please don’t try anything, subject,” the doctor said, noticing his reaction. “Your anomalous abilities will not work. Now if you would stand up and follow me.”

Jameson took a shaking breath and stood. The two C&C guards started walking away, forcing him to follow or get dragged along by the cuff tether. He hurried after them and the doctor as they walked out the metal cell door and into the hallway.

The hallway had white walls and a concrete floor. To the left, it was lined with more metal doors. To the right, it extended for a short distance and then ended in a pair of double-doors with small circular windows in the upper half. The doctor and guards led him that way, pushing through the doors and into the room beyond.

This was an octagonal room, its white walls lined with metal tables and cabinets. Four tables took up the center, a two-by-two formation... no, they weren’t tables. They were... beds. Gurneys? Something like that. With attached leather straps.

Jameson stopped walking. He knew what this was. The panic that filled his chest at the sight of it froze him in place. Even as the guards continued walking forward, trying to pull him along, his legs wouldn’t move. They were locked to the floor. One of the guards sighed—the first sign of humanity that he’d seen from any of these guys—and doubled back, grabbing his arm and pulling him forward, dragging him over to one of the beds.

He should probably try to fight it, shouldn’t he? But he couldn’t. It was all he could do to keep breathing. Tears caused his vision to blur. Gruesome sights kept popping into his mind against his will. The guards pushed him onto the bed, pulling leather straps over his chest and legs. A sob escaped his throat. They pushed his still-bound hands towards his chest, bending his elbows, and strapped those down there as well.

The doctor from before was speaking. It took Jameson a moment to push through his panic to listen to what she was saying. “—first examination, and we are also testing to see if something can externally trigger the anomalous properties.”

Examination? So—not an operation, then? Is that what that means?

He lifted his head slightly, turning to look at her. Huh. There were other doctors in the room, too. How had he not noticed them sooner? He must have been freaking out too much. They were all milling about, many of them holding clipboards or tablets—taking notes, perhaps? He stared at the tables surrounding the edge of the room. They were empty. Or at least, all the ones that he could see were, as he turned his head back and forth. If this was an operation, then they would need tools, right? If they didn’t have them, then it wasn’t an operation, was it? He hoped he was right in that assumption. He really, really hoped he was right.

One of the doctors wheeled something over to the bed where Jameson was lying. Some sort of tall instrument, shaped like an upside-down L. There was a square light at the end of the top arm, and a computer attached to the back, complete with keyboard. The doctor typed something on it, and the instrument whirled to life, some sort of engine running. Jameson jolted in surprise—oh god please don’t let that be some sort of scifi vivisection machine—and started trembling in the restraints. The doctor slowly moved the instrument along the side of the bed. The square light turned off, then on again, sending a wave of blue light downwards. Oh. It was some sort of scanner. Jameson relaxed slightly. But not entirely.

The machine scanned him, starting at his feet and moving upwards. Jameson didn’t feel anything, but it was still very unnerving. Especially with all the doctors around staring at him as this happened. Occasionally writing something down. He tried not to look at them, but it was hard to forget they were there.

Once the scan was finished, the doctor pulled the scanner away, typing more on the computer. “Dr. Day? How does this look?”

The doctor who’d gotten Jameson from his cell walked over. Ah, so her name was Dr. Day, then? Good to know, Jameson supposed. Dr. Day stared at the computer screen. She frowned. “The quality seems to have dropped. Do another scan. Subject, please stay as still as possible while the scanner does its work.”

Again? Jameson swallowed a lump in his throat and stared blankly up at the ceiling, focusing on not moving at all. It was better than thinking about the doctors watching. But even so, his thoughts never strayed too far from them.

Dr. Day deemed the second scan good enough. She gestured for the other doctors to join her, and they all clustered around the computer on the scanner. “As you can see, the subject is healthy except for a slight iron deficiency, likely caused by a lack of meat in the diet, and the obvious throat damage. What can we tell by the scarring pattern on the neck?”

“It looks like an animal attack, one with claws,” another doctor said.

“There would be other scarring on the body if it was an animal attack, right?” A second one countered. “Animals don’t target specific areas of the body.”

“Actually, the patterns look a bit like... human scratches?” A third said. “Look, four fingers and a thumb. It matches up.”

“So it was an anomaly,” the first one said decisively. “Humans don’t have nails that sharp.”

Jameson felt more tears threatening the corners of his eyes. He squeezed them closed, trying to push them back. The way they were talking about him, like he wasn’t even here... like he wasn’t even human... He was feeling sick again.

“This is likely caused by ALTR 53815-A,” the doctor said. “A peripheral anomaly of ALTR 53815. How many of you have dealt with peripherals?” There was a moment of silence. Jameson didn’t open his eyes, but he guessed some of the doctors were silently responding. “Good. Those of you who haven’t, refer to the handbook. This subject’s anomalous properties are likely unrelated to 53815. They do not seem to be coming from a specific location in his body, but rather all over. We are unsure if he is yet worthy of ALTR status. That is what we will determine over the course of these examinations. But first, we must establish parameters. Dr. Patel, if you please.”

Jameson heard the sound of people moving around. But he didn’t open his eyes until he felt something clamp down onto his upper arm. Then his eyes flew open and he stared down at it. Some sort of metal cuff, attached via wire to a square cylinder on wheels with lots of lights and another attached computer. Another doctor was typing away on it. And then stopped. The cylinder started whirring, like there was a fan inside.

They were all staring at him. Waiting.

Jameson looked away, staring back up at the ceiling. He also waited for something to happen. But he couldn’t feel anything. Just the metal clamp pressing down on his arm, the discomfort shifting to hurt the longer it stayed on there. 

“Increase the signal,” Dr. Day said. Jameson heard more typing sounds, and the whirring from the cylinder grew louder. Still nothing happened. “Increase again.” More typing, more whirring. Still nothing.

“Dr. Day, are you sure we will see a reaction?” another doctor asked.

“Yes, the mufflers will flare in response if the anomalous properties manifest,” Dr. Day said.

The mufflers? Was that what the cuffs were called?

“Either this signal or this location does not work to trigger the properties,” Dr. Day continued. “Dr. Patel, switch to square signals. We will test this location with all signals and then switch.”

How long was this going to take? How long was he going to be stuck here, with all of these people staring at him, helpless to do anything about it?

He took a deep breath, and tried to remain calm. Tried to distance himself from this whole situation. But that was difficult to do when he could still hear them, when he could still feel the restraints digging into his skin, when his thoughts kept circling, fueled by fear.

———————

Schneep had found that the best way to pass the time while stuck in his cell was to exercise. It kept his mind distracted and his body fit, just in case an opportunity came to escape. Though that might be harder than it was last time, now that he had to take that disabling signal into account... But he tried not to think about that.

He was in the middle of doing sit-ups when the door opened again. The handler walked in, along with four guards. Twice as many as last time, this must be important. “Hello, 1-019,” the handler said.

Schneep quickly got to his feet, hackles raised. He glanced back and forth between the guards and the doorway. “...what? What is it?”

“We need you to come with us,” the handler said.

A moment passed. Schneep narrowed his eyes. “What? You are going to let me walk with you? No injections? Nothing in the food?”

“Don’t sound so negative, 1-019.”

“‘Don’t sound so negative’?! About you fucking drugging me?!”

“All of us are equipped with disabling signals, 1-019, it is in your best interest to cooperate,” the handler said firmly.

Schneep gritted his teeth but said nothing.

“Thank you.” The handler smiled. “Now, let’s go.” Two of the guards stepped forward and grabbed Schneep by each arm. He tensed, but didn’t try to escape. Another guard unlocked the cuff around his ankle. He fought the urge to break into a run. Instead, he walked along, keeping pace with the guards as they took him out of the cell.

The hallway had white walls and a concrete floor. It was lined with metal doors—and given how the door to his own cell was metal, he was willing to bet these led to more of the same. He hoped that most of them were empty. They dragged him down the hallway and around a corner to the end towards an elevator. One short ride later, they were on a different floor, a hallway with walls, floor, and ceiling made of shining metal. There weren’t many features here. The guards and handler headed straight to a set of double-doors. They slid open when they approached, leading into a small room—an airlock of sorts, with another pair of double-doors on the other side. Here, the guards left him, turning around and leaving back through the doors they came. As soon as they were gone, the other set of doors opened up.

“Subject 1-019, please walk forward into the room,” A voice said from inside the room. An intercom, probably, judging by the echoing, slightly tinny effect.

Schneep hesitated, then walked forward.

The room beyond was wide and open, made of the same shining metal as the hallways except for one glass wall. Well, it probably wasn’t actually glass. Maybe some sort of shatterproof clear plastic. Through it, Schneep could see the handler and a couple other people in white coats. Scientists. Doctors of some kind. Schneep glared at them, and they stared right back, holding clipboards. There was a camera in each corner of the room, and the floor had a strange grid-like pattern.Like it was made of huge metal tiles.

“Welcome, 1-019,” said the handler’s voice—definitely an intercom of some kind. 

“What is this?” Schneep demanded, walking over to the window. “This is no operation!”

“Don’t worry, 1-019, there will be no more operations,” the handler said. “You are complete—or close enough. There actually may be more modifications later, depending on how well you do.” Schneep hoped his fear wasn’t visible on his face. “We are here to test your capabilities.”

“Capabilities?” Schneep repeated.

One of the grid squares on the floor slid open, and something rose up from a compartment underneath it. Schneep backed away, staring at it in shock. What was that? Some sort of robot? It had a vaguely humanoid figure, made of white plastic and metal rings at every joint. But its head was a bulky cube shape, with a single camera in the middle, and its hands were replaced by metal spheres bigger than a fist. Schneep glanced back at the window. The handler seemed to be saying something, but the intercom wasn’t on, so Schneep had no idea what it was. Until the handler leaned forward and pressed a button on a console beneath the window. “Alright, 1-019, go.”

“Go? Go do wha—” Schneep’s question was cut off when the robot sprang into action, running towards him and swinging its sphere-hand at him. He yelped and dodged to the side, feeling the air whiff past him from the force of the blow. The robot swung its other sphere-hand and Schneep ducked. It swung the first one again and Schneep bolted, running across the large room. The robot bolted after him. It wasn’t that much faster than the average person, but it moved at that same pace, not slowing or speeding like a human would. Schneep glanced back at it and started circling around as the wall got closer. The robot copied him exactly, following his every footstep.

“1-019, please take out the enemy bot,” the handler said through the intercom.

“You want me to destroy a fucking robot?!” Schneep shouted as he ran.

“These are specially designed. Their bodies almost perfectly simulate human qualities. Besides the obvious modifications to the head and—”

“Fine!” Schneep snapped. He abruptly stopped running, turning back to face the robot. It was fine. It was fine. This was just like fighting criminal thugs on the streets. Just—a bit more difficult. The robot continued at him at that same pace. Schneep braced himself, then ducked and lunged at its legs. He expected the impact to hurt, but it wasn’t too bad. The bot clattered to the ground beneath his tackle, and he grabbed onto its waist. There was a slight gap between the metal rings forming its waist joints and its plastic casing. Schneep pressed his hands there and sent a pulse of electricity through them. The robot juddered and slumped. One of its sphere-fists landed on Schneep’s back with surprising weight. He’d probably have a bruise there later.

“Thank you, 1-019,” the handler said through the intercom. “Next test. Please continue to take out the enemy bots.”

Schneep disentangled himself from the deactivated bot and stood up. Just in time to see another grid square slide open and more robots rise from beneath the floor. Three of them this time, almost identical to the first. Except for the feet, which were replaced by wheels. All three of them rushed towards Schneep, one heading straight for him while the other two curved to either side. Schneep’s eyes widened and he turned and ran, just in time to avoid the pincer maneuver the robots were trying to create. The three of them turned sharply and headed after them. Shit! They were faster than the first one!

His mind raced as he ran. They outnumbered him this time, so he had to be smart. He circled back around to the body of the deactivated bot and lifted it up, throwing it at the three bots as they got close. It crashed against two of them, knocking them to the ground. The remaining one managed to dodge and kept rushing at him. Schneep leapt out of the way at the last minute, grabbing the robot’s shoulder as it ran past. He yelped as it started dragging him along, then gritted his teeth and threw his other arm around its torso. Then he sent more electricity into it. The robot kept rolling for a moment even after it slumped forward, and he stumbled a bit as he let go. He spun around back to the other two he’d thrown the robot at—and laughed. Even though they’d managed to push away the robot body pinning them down, they couldn’t get up again! Their wheel feet kept skidding across the ground.

“A bit of a design flaw, yes?” Schneep said, looking at the window. “Now what is this all for? Why are you testing me? Why did you—wh-why did you—”

Another grid square slid open, and three more robots rose from the ground. And other grid squares rose up as well, turning into seven-feet tall pillars and three-feet tall blocks. Obstacles. “Please continue to the next test, 1-019,” the handler said. These robots were slightly different. One was bigger and had its cube-like head replaced by a sideways pyramid, the point at the front glowing blue. The other two had different hands. One’s sphere-fists were glowing orange, and the other had long bars on chains for hands—like nunchucks in ninja movies. As the two smaller bots ran towards him on wheels for feet, the big one fired a beam of blue energy from its head.

Schneep tried to back up, but he wasn’t fast enough. The beam hit him in the stomach and knocked him to the ground. “Oof!” It felt like someone threw a super-speed baseball at him. He sat up, and saw the robot with glowing spheres driving its sphere-fist towards him. He yelped and rolled to the side. The glowing sphere hit the ground right next to him. He could feel slight heat coming from it. “Are you all crazy?!” Schneep shouted. He grabbed onto that robot’s legs, trying to pulse with electricity—

The other robot swung its nunchucks at him, hitting him twice: once on his shoulder blade, once on his lower back. Schneep gasped in pain and scrambled to his feet, running before he was fully up and barely managing to dodge more blows from both the bots. Then the big robot’s pyramid started to glow, and Schneep quickly ducked behind a tall pillar to avoid the beam that followed. “Hey!” He shouted at the window. “What is this all about?! Why are you doing this?! I-I deserve answers after all this!”

The handler and other doctors didn’t respond.

The two smaller bots rushed around either side of the pillar and Schneep leapt forward—surprising himself with his ability—and ran across the room to another pillar. “You all better explain!” he yelled at the window. “Or—o-or I’ll—” His mind scrambled for a plausible threat. These guys didn’t seem to care about anything! Anything... except for results. “Or I will sabotage this test! I swear to god!”

He noticed a couple of the doctors glancing at each other uneasily. Aha! So he landed on something that could work.

The robots circled around again, forcing him to keep running. “You want me to fight these things?!” Schneep shouted as he ran. “Well I will not! Not until you tell me why you’ve done all this!”

“1-019, I will remind you that we have disabling signals at the ready,” the handler said.

Schneep laughed, making a sharp turn to avoid another beam. “So?! That will not help your test, will it?! If I am lying on the ground?!”

There was no answer.

Schneep tried to dodge another beam, but this one hit him square in the side, knocking him to the ground. The other two robots quickly caught up, one on either side of him. The one with the glowing spheres hit his chest as he tried to get up, knocking the breath out of him. The other one swung its nunchucks over and over, and Schneep curled up to protect his head as he tried to crawl away. Another heavy, heated blow hit his back. He cried out and went limp from the shock of it. One of the nunchucks swung around and hit him in the side of the head hard enough to fill his vision with stars—

“Command D-SH-6!” the handler suddenly shouted over the intercom.

The two robots slumped—but didn’t shut down like they did when he pulsed the earlier ones. They instead backed up, giving him space to breathe. He climbed to his hands and knees, blinking back tears in his eyes.

“Very well, 1-019,” the handler said, his voice shaking slightly. “What was it you wanted to know? The purpose of these tests?”

Schneep pushed himself to his knees and stared at the window, where some of the doctors looked pale and worried, others were glaring in anger, and still others were keeping their expressions carefully neutral. “The purpose of all of it!” he insisted, pushing through the pain. “The operations! The implants! A-and why—why me, of all people?! Because I was in the wrong place?!”

A moment passed. The doctors seemed to be discussing something. Then the handler activated the intercom again. “The EX Subject Initiative is designed to create new, specialized operatives to  help contain anomalies that prove difficult to deal with. Much like ALTR 53815.”

Schneep blinked. He stared at the window, silently asking the doctors to continue.

“Ideally, EX Subjects are taken from those who have had contact with ALTRs but have not been targeted—or at least, not intensely.”

Schneep laughed. “Wh-what are you saying? Distorter has wanted me dead for ages.”

“Your exposure to 53815-A is relatively light, especially in comparison to others from Mirygale,” the handler continued. “But your experience is personal. And you are also clearly capable, given your track record of vigilantism. You walking into our Operation Center in Henshilling was a fortunate coincidence. You were really the perfect EX Subject.”

Disgust curled around Schneep’s stomach, twisting his face.

“If you proceed through the various tests and training in the EX Initiative, you will be transferred to a new division of C&C, whose purpose is to contain ALTRs. To protect people who are being victimized by them. Hurt and killed and worse. Do you understand?”

“Oh yes, I understand quite a lot,” Schneep said quietly. “Quite a lot.” They wanted weapons. Living weapons. And they were willing to do terrible things to get them. They could say whatever they wanted about protecting people from anomalies, but that didn’t change what they were doing. Not at all.

“Great. We will proceed with the test, then.”

Schneep’s thoughts snapped out of their dark spiral and he instantly started moving again, dodging more attacks from the robots. His eyes scanned the room. There! He darted over to one of the blocks, leaping on top of it. Then he spun around, facing the two robots as they charged at him. He threw himself onto the one with nunchucks as soon as it got close enough, pulsing immediately. Its body jittered and then slumped. He ducked a blow from the other one, getting low to the ground and grabbing its leg. He pulsed again. And that one toppled over on top of him. It knocked the breath out of him for a moment, but he quickly pushed it off.

A beam of blue light flew past his face. Schneep grabbed the robot body again, raising it up in front of him. He staggered to his feet, trying to use it as a shield. It dulled the force of the beam a bit, but he still stumbled backwards. Still, he walked forward, ducking behind pillars occasionally. Despite the robot body supposedly “almost perfectly simulating human qualities,” it was still quite heavy. By the time he got close to the last robot, his arms were trembling slightly. He threw the deactivated bot at the big one, knocking it over. But it was still able to aim its beam at him. He dodged its attack, then rushed forward and grabbed its arm, giving it a higher voltage than the others. It smoked slightly and became limp.

Breathing heavily, Schneep stood up straight. Well... he seemed to be good at this. He wasn’t sure if that was a good thing, or a bad thing.

“Thank you, 1-019. Please continue on to the next test.”

Schneep spun around as more robots appeared.

Bad. It was a bad thing.

But at least the fight would help distract him from these new revelations.

He took a deep breath and charged forward.