#of course for all we know there is more boop science yet to be uncovered

[serendipitousoracle]

there really is a mystical special layer to Boop Day in that I know what the little funny that Tumblr's pulling on me is, but for a good twenty minutes or so I was really struggling with whether The Population of Tumblr had constructed a second layer of joke in the alleged "Super Boop," the truth of which I'm not clarifying here for what I think are now obvious reasons

[exeart]

Overwatch: (Yan?)Moira x Reader Pt 2

Hooo boy. A few of you have asked me to write another Moira x Reader, and i’m more than willing! I just merged all 3 requests in one, hope it is to your liking, and thank you for your requests! It’s a little long so I put ‘Keep reading’.

 In future, don’t be afraid to go off anon, so I may be able to notify you when I publish your request. And specify if you want NSFW because I can try to write such things!

-Exe

Moira stared at the empty desk. It used to be filled with your research materials and doodles, even a small picture of herself that used to be tucked away in the corner in attempts to prevent her from seeing it. It was all gone. It had vanished a month ago when you told her you were going to another department in Talon.

Moira pursed her lips, and groaned in frustration. She didn’t like how she was feeling. She felt angry, disgruntled, but most importantly… Lonely.

She hated it. Why did she feel this way? Of course, she knew, why was she even asking herself? Moira grew to like your presence. You were there to her beck and call, and you loved her work. Not many people could understand her passion for her work, and for you to suddenly leave… Moira took in a deep breath, placing her manicured hand on the chair you used to sit in. She gripped it hard till her nails tore through the faux leather. She was far beyond upset at you requesting to leave out of nowhere.

After that little ‘kidnapping session’ you two had, where you strapped her up and planned to do something, Moira ensured that she got your approval before doing anything to your body. Since your main concern before was having approval before anything, Moira ensured everything was done after you gave your permission.

For a while, everything was good again. You’d make coffee for her every morning, filtering her chemicals and equipment. Sometimes if Moira finished her end goal of the day, she would take you out to dinner to show her gratitude for your hard work. Even she found it amusing whenever you agreed shyly and failed to cover up your reddened face.

So why did you leave anyway?

It is true that Moira could find someone else, that’s easy. But there was something… different, about you in particular. You had the same ‘morbid’ curiosity she had to some degree (you still let your morals get in the way sometimes, much to Moira’s dismay), willing to try most things others wouldn’t, if they followed regulations. Moira accepted those terms after you quietly told her your conditions.

She regretted that it took your absence for her to notice your specialty entirely.

“… Absence makes the heart grow fonder, does it…?” Moira whispered under her breath. She never related to that saying before, but now it was literally the only thing she could feel. Even her work couldn’t push away this feeling she had growing in her chest. It pulsed, a mild pain that hasn’t left ever since you were gone.

She had to go find you.

Releasing her grip from the chair, Moira spun on her heel and exited her office, walking past other Talon scientists who waved or said hi to her. She didn’t have time to stop for idle chat. She had a task to complete: finding you.

And she was going make sure you went back.

You gasped as you caught your breath, relieved that you didn’t spill the concoction you just made. You had to rush back to your office before lunch break was over. Your new head geneticist didn’t like late comers, and you were already late twice. Like the saying goes, ‘third time’s the charm’, only this will ensure some sort of punishment from your superiors.

You adjusted your hair tie and coat, regaining your composure as you pressed the button, the door sliding open with a ‘boop’! As you walked past the cubicles in the office, you noticed something off. No one was around. None of your colleagues were. You stopped in your tracks.

‘Where is everyone?’ you thought, anxiety slowly manifesting in you. This was strange. Sure, technically it was just the end of lunch break, but even then, some would already be back. Some didn’t even go for lunch break half the time, so why was there no one inside the office? The screens were still up for most of the computers, equipment was still on standby, so where did everyone go?

You decided to put your stuff down back in your own cubicle before dialling for your colleagues. As you approached, you saw someone sitting in your seat. Who would be on your s-

You stared wide eyed as the figure spun on your seat, her hands put together, and she gave you the coldest stare you’ve ever felt. “… Moira…?”

She didn’t speak, silently taking out a small remote controller from her pocket and pressing the button. The only exit you had, the large sliding door, slammed shut. You jumped. “M-Moira?” You asked again.

“… Hello, dear,” she said, false joy obvious. Moira stood up, walking over to you, taking your flask and files, placing them gently on your table. She observed that you kept your gloves on. Yep, your secret of going under her experimentation was still a secret. “How have you been?”

You had no idea why Moira was here. Something wasn’t right. Obviously, since she shut that door. But you wanted to be… polite. “Good. And… you?”

“Good as well.”  Moira’s accent was coming out. That only happened when she was feeling extreme emotion, be it happiness or the latter, anger. She turned around and frowned, her voice dripping with malice. “Until my most trusted assistant bailed on me.” Her duel coloured eyes pierced your soul, and you felt a chill run down your spine. Yep, she was not feeling happiness.

You instantly looked away, clenching your palms nervously. “… I didn’t bail…” “Yes, you did, and you are well aware of it.” Moira’s harsh voice caused you to flinch. She folder her arms, and leaned back against your desk.

“We were in the middle of such an important discovery, yet you decided to transfer… here, out of the blue, and for what? To do these… useless quaint tasks,” she looked down and raised her hand simply to dismiss your current research notes. When you did not respond, she continued, “my work was progressing faster than ever with your help. If it finished, we could share it with the world! Why did you leave? I thought we had already resolved our little squabble back then. What changed?”

“… I just… wanted to take a break,” you said eventually. “I know how much your research means to you, and I didn’t want to slow you down… It’s nothing personal this time, really!” You said the last part quickly, waving your hands to further deny her obvious suspicions.

Moira wasn’t convinced just yet. You shook your head furiously. You couldn’t surprise her yete. “Really, Moira, I’m being honest!”

It looked like you weren’t going to relent. Moira sighed. “Okay… and how are you here? Obviously, their work is not as good as how you and I did… pathetic.” She picked up one of your current notes and just scoffed at it. That’s when you furrowed your eyebrows.

“That’s not true! I’m working on a new serum that will restore cells quicker than what normal humans are capable of now an-!” You covered your mouth. You watched in horror as Moira froze, and she flipped through the files she was currently holding.

“… You’re extending your current research… based off MY work?”

Shit. You were in real trouble now.

“Moira, I-“ You tried to explain that you had not shared this with anyone yet. In truth, you did base your current research based off Moira’s research. You took notes whenever you and she had dinner together and when she rambled on about certain hypothesis’ she had and what possibilities could be achieved if they were true. You wanted to make sure you could do something on your own, but with inspiration from her, and so, you left. Moira could easily observe you and correct you if you stayed in her branch. You wanted to leave just temporarily. After all, staying separated from your loved one hurt.

But with the situation now, you knew how shady you seemed, and it was clear Moira wasn’t going to listen to your explanation now. Her glare was so cold. Usually she just stared at people in disdain, but there was evident anger in her eyes and her voice. “… How dare you. So you wish to glorify yourself based off my hard work? That’s called stealing.”

“Moira, I’m not stealing your work, I-!” Moira got up and threw your files onto the floor. You shut up when you heard her laugh under her breath.

“… And to think I actually missed you, hmm? How… peculiar that this happened.” Moira smiled grimly, maintaining her glare. “I was going to call you back because I wanted you back by my side, working with me… But now I see what it really is… You act very well, my dear. I’m impressed.”

In some weird way, Moira found it… almost flattering that you stole her work. Many people told her she was intelligent, but they were too scared to pursue or copy her methods for they were far too ‘immoral’. To think her admirer had the guts to plagiarise her work really showed her how far you were willing to go to be like her.

She, eventually, even liked you enough to perform the same procedure she went through on you. It really showed how much she wanted to say thank you for helping her in uncovering all the secrets science still kept locked away by morality. Sure, it caused a small dispute between you two, but that was done with. Now, everything that happened between you two, everything you did for her, seemed nothing like an act for you to get a hold of her research and claim it as your own.

Maybe you didn’t mean it in the way she was thinking. You were too meek to stoop so low. She was well aware of this, but in the moment, Moira was overwhelmed with emotion. A rare occurrence, but it took someone she liked a lot for that to happen.

That however, did not mean she would spare you for leaving her regardless.

“Moira-“ You had to calm her down, but Moira abruptly got up and before you knew it, a needle had been stabbed into your arm. You screamed, and tore away from her, but the weird liquid already coursed through your veins.

In less than a second, you felt your vision become blurry, your legs becoming jelly. You clutched onto your head, groaning. “M-Moira… no… It’s… not what… y-you think…” You swayed back and forth, eventually feeling yourself leaning against the taller woman’s frame. Moira gripped onto you tightly, almost in a possessive way. “Perhaps not,” she said softly. ”But I’m still upset you left me like that.” As you descended deeper into slumber, you could feel her stroke your head gently, almost as if she was stroking one of her lab rabbits.

“It’s time for you to be punished.”

You woke up, groaning a little. You found it difficult to open your eyes for a bright light was looming over you, and you could only manage a squint. You breathed a sigh of relief when the light was pushed away. But that relief did not last.

You tensed up when you realised you were in a familiar place – you were strapped on to a chair, a menacing light looming over you, and the cold steel floor that chilled your bare toes to the bone. Your gloves had been taped up to your arms, preventing you from doing whatever you could do with them. (Healing and sucking out cells). This was Moira’s experimental office.

“I am glad to see you awake, dear,” your head shot up and you stopped tugging against your restraints as you heard a silky and mature voice speak up. You turned to the direction it came from, and you saw Moira coming in with all her tubes and equipment. She had a big smile on her face.

Oh no.

“M… Moira… please… forgive me… It was never my intention to steal your w-“ You stopped talking when she lifted your chin, running her thumb over your chapped lips. You shivered when she leaned in, pressing her lips just right next to your lips.

“Sssh… I’m not going to hurt you that badly,” she chuckled. She smiled even more when she heard you gasp.

Why was she doing this? Moira had no idea. Perhaps it was because you stole her work? No, she already read through your notes while you were asleep. You wanted to surprise her with work inspired by hers, how sweet. Then perhaps the concept of being fond of someone was new, and she didn’t know how to show that she would not tolerate the ones she liked leaving. She needed you to know that it is not easy to catch her attention, and that you need to stay.

“It’s to make sure you know… I don’t tolerate deserters.” Moira’s breath against your face caused you to tense up, and her cold slender hand ran down your cheek.

It was then you felt your energy being sapped away. Your eyes flew open and you jerked against your restraints. You screamed, but Moira held you down with her other hand. She watched as you struggled and writhed in pain, tears threatening to escape from your eyes, as she had made sure the rate she was destroying your cellular structure was much faster and painful compared to usual.

Your screams caused some joy in her, probably due to the fact Moira knew that this would be something you’d never forget, and would make you stay. It wasn’t often she’d meet someone like you, anyway.

“I’m sorry, but this is to make you remember…” She said, releasing her grip on you. You dropped like a rag doll, your groans indicating you were still awake, but barely. You felt like you had no energy whatsoever. You muscles felt like they were sucked out of your body, and you barely had energy to breathe.

This hurt. You didn’t want this. You knew how Moira’s experiments hurt before, but none were this sadistic. She was doing this intentionally.

You gasped out in relief as Moira then used her other hand you sprinkle you with her healing creation, your energy coming back to you. It was as if time was being reversed on you, and whatever pain you had just gone through was a dream. Pretty soon, you were revitalised, and you could move and speak normally again. You looked up at her adjusting her tubes. “Moira… please… I love- AH!”

As soon as you spoke, Moira’s eyes flashed with disdain, and she sapped away at your life force once more. You felt the tears escape from your eyes as the pain quickly came back, your screams filling the room. She released her grip on you once more, and you wept quietly. Moira held your head to make sure you were looking up at her. She was smiling, but you didn’t feel any sincerity from that. “I’m far from done, whatever I’m doing to you now.” You were in for a long session.

You whimpered, letting your tears flow. Moira gently wiped your tears away. “Be happy, my dear. I’m simply showing you that I finally realised how I feel for you.”

For once in your life, you felt true fear when she uttered those last words.

“I love you, too.”