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girlwithshipsshitshow · 4 years

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Part 15

(Rose and Eri sat on the beach, their hands laced with each other, they watched the waves crash onto the sand. Eri pushed up the sleeves of her light white hoodie she was wearing, and dug her toes into the sand, her black leggings were rolled up to her knees, Rose wore a similar outfit, a light red hoodie and blue leggings).

Eri: (Picks up a clump of sand and throws it towards the water). This is nice.

Rose: Yeah, its feels good outside too.

Eri: Hey, I had fun last night.

Rose: Yeah, so did I. Want to come spend the night again?

Eri: I can't, I have to work tomorrow, Isaka only let me have a few days off and I promised I'd come back tomorrow to get some stuff organized.

Rose: Okay, I understand. I go back to night shifts this weekend.

Eri: Maybe we can do Lunch friday?

Rose: Yeah, sure!

Eri: But, hey it's only noon, still early, we have the rest of today!

Rose: That's true! What do you want to do? you hungry?

Eri: Sure, lets go get a burger.

Rose: Yeah, I know a great Place, it's called "Blacows" it's about twenty minutes from here.

Eri: Sounds great! (Stands up, pulling Rose up with her, they grab their sandals and wipe their butts off, then they head up the beach to Rose's car).

(Misaki walked out of the bathroom towel drying his hair, he peeked on the couch, good, Usagi was still fast asleep, he quietly walked up to the the his bedroom, he loved that he moved into Usagi's bedroom, at some point they wanted to knock the wall down and expand into the extra bedroom so they'd have more space. Misaki, threw his towel on the floor, slipped on blue boxers, Black sweatpants, and a white tank top, and white pullover, he walked down out of the room down stairs and looked through the pile of take out menus, he really wasn't in the mood to cook, and they were running low on food that isn't junk. Misaki found a menu for Priya Japan, they hadn't had indian in a while, it sounded really good in fact, Misaki picked up the food, walked outside to the balcony, and leaned over the brick wall).

Priya: Priya's how can I help you?

Misaki: Yeah, I'd like to place an order for delivery?

Priya: Sure, what can I get for you?

Misaki: Can I get an order of chicken Tikka Masala, two orders of Palak Paneer, four orders of garlic nan, two orders of cheese nan, and two orders of basmati rice.

Priya: Is that all?

Misaki: That's it.

Priya: Okay, your total comes to nine thousand eight hundred yen.

Misaki: Okay thank you.

Priya: And can I have the address?

(Misaki gives the restaurant the address, hangs up, and puts his phone in the pocket of his hoodie, it's twelve-thirty, he hopes Usagi will be up in time to eat, but he also wants Usagi to get his rest, Usagi also need his nutrients. Misaki sighed he looked out into the city, it was a beautiful sunny day, tomorrow would be cloudy an awfully bad day to take a test, but at least it was a his last test on a thursday, and he was definitely prepared for this test, he loved psychology sometimes he regretted not going into that field. After this test he had friday and the rest of next week to relax before his graduation March twenty second, the only thing that would suck his figuring out what he and Usagi would do, it's not like they only had sex, but a lot of their relationship consisted of it, and until the day of his graduation, they needed to find something else to do. Maybe they could play cards, he recently learned a card game called "kings in the corner" It's like solitaire but multiplayer. Misaki heard the the door to the balcony open, he didn't turn but he waited for Usagi to come beside him).

Usagi: (Groggy voice). Hey, what are you doing out here?

Misaki: I was ordering lunch, You were still sleeping, I didn't want to wake you.

Usagi: (Pulls Misaki into a hug, gives him a kiss on his head), thank you Misaki, but you could've made the in the house.

Misaki: I know. (Turns to face Usagi, he puts his arms around Usagi's neck, smiling at him). Look, I just want you you to get your rest, speaking of which, tomorrow is my final test, are you going to be okay alone for a few hours?

Usagi: (Usagi put his arms around Misaki, pulling him closer to him). Misaki, I think I'll be okay on my own for a few hours, plus it's your last test, you have to take it and pass so you can graduate and we can go on a trip.

Misaki: What kind of trip?

Usagi: Well are you sure you don't want to go on your graduation trip with your friend?

Misaki: (He shook his head and looked up at Usagi), No I want to stay with you Usagi. So if you want to plan a trip for us after my graduation you can, just keep it in tokyo. I don't want to go far, maybe for our honeymoon.

Usagi: (Takes a hand off of Misaki's waist and holds up a finger) Wait a minute, you're saying that when we go on our honeymoon, I can pick the place and you won't yell at me about the expense?

Misaki: Yes Usagi.

Usagi: I'm going to need to get that in writing.

Misaki: Ugh, whatever.

Usagi: Um, but you can get mad at for our trip after you graduate because I already got the tickets, but I did keep it in Tokyo.

Misaki: Fine, but we need to go inside because i'm sure the food will be here any minute.

(Misaki grabbed Usagi's hand and the second they closed the back door, the bell rang, the food had arrived, they spread the food on the table.

Usagi: Oh, Indian smells amazing, we haven't had that in a while.

Misaki: Yeah, I was looking through the take out menus and had the same thought. (Looks up at Usagi) Why do we even have take out menus when everything is on our phone?

Usagi: Because, the ones we have here are from our favorites.

Misaki: (Laughs as he walks into the kitchen), Usagi there's like twenty, we don't have that many favorites. do we?

Usagi: Well of we have that many menus we have that many favorites.

Misaki: Okay Usagi, do you want something to drink.

Usagi: Wine.

Misaki: What kind?

Usagi: Red.

Misaki: Okay, (He grabbed some plates, a bottle of wine and two glasses).

Usagi: ( Takes plates from Misaki, distributes food on the plates while Misaki pours the wine, they sit down in their normal spots). This looks good Misaki.

Misaki: (Mouth full), It taste good.

Usagi: So, what's bugging you?

Misaki: (Shit, Usagi always knew when something was on his mind) How'd you know?

Usagi: Misaki, no matter how much you try you try to hide it, I can always tell when you're upset about something.

Misaki: Well, it's kinda a few things.

Usagi: Okay, (Takes a sip of wine) what are they?

Misaki: Well at some point we need to, um-

Usagi: Tell the public about us? Aikawa is working on setting up an interview unless you want to, it will be part of your job?

Misaki: No, she can do that. When is she planning on doing it?

Usagi: After graduation, before our trip. Is that okay?

Misaki: Yeah.

Usagi: Is that what the problem is?

Misaki: My problem is what will happen if we tell the public? What if people don't accept you, I mean you know how the ladies love you, Usagi you could lose a lot of fans, this could end your career.

Usagi:(Rolls his eyes) See this? (Holds his hand out with his engagement ring).

Miskai: Your engagement ring?

Usagi: Yeah, this bonds us Misaki, you knew that when you proposed. So that means when we come out to the public, whatever happens, happens. I've always told you, I don't care what happens as long as I have you.

Misaki: I know. I love you so much Usagi, everything will work itself out. (Places left hand on top of Usagi's left hand).

Usagi: Yes it will. So what's your other problem?

Misaki: Oh, it's really dumb.

Usagi: What is it?

Misaki: Well, tomorrow is my last test and after that i'm going to be around for a week and a few days, which usually isn't a problem, but since we can't have sex for a while we have to find something to occupy ourselves, like playing cards or something, so while i'm gone tomorrow, you need to figure that out. Make a list of stuff okay?

Usagi: Yeah, I was actually thinking about that too, but I was really hoping you would bring it up first so I wouldn't have to.

Misaki: Well thanks. Anything you want to talk about?

Usagi: Nope, I just think we should eat before this food gets cold.

Misaki: Agreed.

(Rose stood at Eri's apartment door, their hands laced together)>

Rose: Are you sure you can't stay at my house again tonight?

Eri: (Grins), I wish I could, but I have to work tomorrow.

Rose: I thought Akihiko had like four months off.

Eri: (Laughs) Yeah, well Akihiko isn't the only person I edit for, but he is the main one, plus I have four months of transcripts from him that I have to edit, if I get them out now, well that will be huge for the company and him and Misaki.

Rose: Oh, yeah well that's awesome, when can I see you again?

Eri: We can meet for lunch tomorrow?

Rose: Sure, yeah I start back at work again tomorrow, but I should be able to make lunch before my night shift.

Eri: Okay cool, i'll see you around noon?

Rose: Sure.( Smiles and softly kisses Eri on the lips) i'll see you tomorrow.

Eri: Okay.

(Rose kisses Eri one last time before walking off, Eri sighs and walks into her apartment, sit her turns on her hall light, slips her shoes off, she walks to her couch flipping on the telvelstions before flopping on her couch. It was two pm, the time of day when nothing good was on. Eri sighed and flipped on her side, she decied she needed a nap).

(Misaki sat on the opposite couch while Usagi laid stretched out on the other one, he typed away on his computer looking for property).

Misaki: (Sighs, glances at Usagi whose focused "Greys Anatomy, which he was currently binging again. He sighed louder hoping he would get Usagi's attention, but he still didn't. He loudly cleared his throat).

Usagi: Misaki, what's wrong?

Misaki: What if I was dying, and you just now noticed that I needed you?

Usagi: Well you aren't dying, you're on the computer, what are you doing anyway?

Misaki: That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about, I was thinking, have you ever thought about selling this place?

Usagi: It's crossed my mind a few times why?

Misaki: Well I was thinking (He gets up and sits on the edge of the coffee table taking Usagi's hand). I Want us to buy a house, a-a-and not just buy a house, I want us to buy some property and build a house, or at least design it and have people build it for us.

Usagi: (His blue purple eyes lit up, he gave Misaki a half smirk). You wanna buy land a build a house together?

Misaki: Well yeah. Why, is it dumb? it's dumb right? Look, nevermind, it's just I found this amazing property in Kanagawa and its sixty two acres, the going rate is one hundred twenty-eight thousand three hundred eighty-nine yen. It's huge Usagi, and it could be perfect for us.

Usagi: Really? (He sits up grinning at Misaki), what makes you think that?

Misaki: Us getting married, and I had a dream about us buying land and building a house, and I want us to have a family, plus I love this house, but it's not mine it's yours, I want us to have a house together, one that we can grow old together in.

Usagi: You've really given this a lot of thought haven't you?

Misaki: I have, Look we have until June before we really start work again, and Maybe we can look at the property on friday?

Usagi: And where does that leave us the rest of the week?

Misaki: Making design plans, on pintrest.

Usagi: Pinterest? Like that dreamboard app thing?

Misaki: Yeah.

Usagi: Okay, I'll call my realtor tomorrow and see if he can help us.

Misaki: Really?

Usagi: (He smiled running his hands up and down Misaki's thighs) I think us buying land and designing a house together is amazing, I mean we need people to help us clearly because we don't know how to do that.

Misaki: I know, I said that earlier.

Usagi: Let's start by looking at the house.

(Misaki grinned, and leaned forward kissing Usagi softly).

Misaki: I'm going to start making pinterest boards.

Usagi: Have fun with that, I'm going back to watching Greys.

Misaki: have fun that.

(In the early hours of the morning, before Misaki raced to get ready for school, Usagi pulled him close, kissing his head, running his fingers through his soft hair, this always relaxed him, and even though Misaki was extremely confident about this final test, he wanted to stay in Usagi's arms for as long as he could, especially since they couldn't have sex, it felt nice just to cuddle, their body heat filling each up).

Usagi: Misaki, are you sure you'll pass this test?

Misaki: Why are you doubting me, you know psychology is my favorite.

Usagi: Still, I just want to make sure you're prepared.

Misaki: (flips on his side to face Usagi), I am, why don't you believe me?

Usagi: I do, but sometimes overconfidence doesn't mean anything you could still fail.

Misaki: Why are you being mean to me?

Usagi: I just need you to pass so you can graduate and we can-

Misaki: Can what?

Usagi: Begin our lives together.

Misaki: Beautiful save, but I already know about the trip you're planning for us after I graduate because you told me.

Usagi: Oh yeah.

Misaki: What time is it?

Usagi: (Reaches behind him and raises his phone to check the time), six.

Misaki: (He groaned burying his head into Usagi's chest) I gotta get up. I have to shower, my test is a eight.

Usagi: So why aren't you moving?

Misaki: You're comfortable.

Usagi: Go shower Misaki, go to school, kill the test.

Misaki: What are you doing?

Usagi: Going back to bed. I Love you.

Misaki: I love you too.

(Usagi sits up up giving Misaki a small kiss before he walks into the bathroom).

(Usagi leaned back in his chair, his phone ringing, wating for the person on the other end to pick up).

Ren: Akihiko Usami, it's been awhile.

Usagi: Yeah, what thirty two years?

Ren: Yes sir, are you moving out?

Usagi: You didn't think I was just calling to check on your kids did you?

Ren: (Laughs) No sir, so what's making you move, you've lived in that space since you were sixteen.

Usagi: My fiance and I want a space, well he wants to build a space or a lot to build our dream house.

Ren: Wow, Akihiko getting married, that's something I never thought I'd hear.

Usagi: Yeah, well he found a place, can I send you the address, we want to look at it tomorrow.

Ren: I think I can work that out.

Usagi: Well thank you, and we might need some carpenters.

Ren: I have people to help build your house, and interior designers, anything you need to help you build your dream house, my company and I can help you.

Usagi: Thank you Ren I appreciate it.

Ren: Of course.

(As Usagi hung up, another call came through, it was Misaki, Usagi grinned, even though they've been together forever, his heart still raced and he got butterflies whenever Misaki's name came across his phone).

Usagi: Hey you.

Misaki: Hey Babe.

Usagi: How'd your test go?

Misaki: Great, it's being graded now.

Usagi: Ah, and how long will that take?

Misaki: Not sure, it's a small class so maybe twenty minutes at most? Enough about me, how was your morning?

Usagi: Well slow, I had enough time to talk with my realtor, we might be able to have a look at the property in the morning.

Misaki: Oh that's awesome!

Usagi: (Chuckles) I'm glad you're excited about it.

Misaki: I am, I'm really happy.

Usagi: Okay, well i'm on my way to come get you, we can grab lunch.

Misaki: Okay, i'll see you soon.

Usagi: Alright, I love you.

Misaki: Love you too.

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hamilton-one-shots · 5 years

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What if you did a fic with 2p! Hamsquad? :00 I'd die for that - Stump Anon 🌳

(I’ve been in love with this idea since I first saw it, tbh

Edited by: @dflwrites

For those who don’t know: 2p! characters are essentially polar opposites of the original character, an idea started in the Hetalia fandom, and, typically, they are murderous or at least can be drawn to it more easily than most. Having said that:

TW: Domestic abuse, graphic violence, child predators, murder, derogatory language, use of the f word

Also, yes, Hetalia fans, two of these are really close to two Hetalia 2p characters. I tried not to, but they fit so well.)

John sighed and scrolled through his cellphone mindlessly as he waited for his friends to join him at the bar. He’d already had an entire soda waiting for them. He knew that it wasn’t good to have so much sugar, but it had been a whole hour!

As he scrolled, a message popped up from his friend Alexander.

[Lexi :): Hey, sorry, but we’re going to be late.]

John pouted and responded.

[That’s fine! I’ll see you guys when you get here :)]

He sighed and messaged his boyfriend, Hercules, asking if he was joining him, at least. While he waited for a response, he noticed a man messing with the bartender and moved closer to see what the trouble was.

“I already told you, James, it’s over.. Just leave me alone,” she groaned.

The man reached over the bar and grabbed her arm roughly. “Do you honestly think you have a better alternative? We both know you’re leaving here with some loser for whatever he offers you. You might as well go home with me for free.”

“Let me go!”

John looked around to see if anyone was going to help, but they were just a bunch of drunk men, trying to encourage her to just agree to whatever the jerk was saying and to make their drinks. John found it sickening… He took a deep breath before walking over, tapping the man on his shoulder. “Excuse me sir…”

The man rolled his eyes and looked down at the other, scoffing at his pastel blue sweater. “Stay out of this, fag.”

John was hardly fazed. After all, he’d heard much worse and he had to focus on helping the poor woman. “You should leave her alone. I don’t think she wants to be touched and it’s not good for you to force her into anything.”

“Fuck off,” the strange man growled, John catching the strong scent of alcohol on his breath. It was vile.. But useful.

He backed away and moved to another bartender, asking for two shots of whiskey. He took them back to where he’d been sitting before, adding something special to them both, and waited.

Once the man backed away from the girl, John took his chance, walking over with the two shots.

“I’m sorry for earlier… I shouldn’t have interfered. A man has to do what a man has to do,” he shrugged, an apologetic smile on his face. “What do you say we just down a shot and forget about what happened?”

The other hardly thought before taking the shot that John was offering.

It was important that John fixed both. Some took the one he offered, some took the one he kept toward himself.

John smiled and down the shot at the same time as the man, filtering the disgusting drink through his teeth and reluctantly swallowing it, feeling the capsule that he’d added stopping at his front teeth. He put down the glass and began to walk off, but was stopped by the same man.

“Don’t be a pussy. Take another shot with me.”

“Oh, um… I don’t drink much.. It was just a friendly offer,” John explained, pushing the capsule under his tongue.

“Just one and I’ll leave the bitch alone for a while.”

John winced at his harsh words, but if it got him to leave her alone… All he really needed was a few minutes, but the more time she went without him, the better. So, he agreed and downed another shot, slowly starting to feel its effects.

“You know what? For a little fag, you’re alright,” the man said, clapping his hand hard against John’s back.

John laughed uncomfortably and left to the bathroom, spitting out the capsule and emptying his stomach, just for good measure. It may not dissolve in anything weaker than stomach acid, but stomach acid was something that the drinks had already hit and, oh, how he hated getting drunk. He didn’t like how he acted so wild, so out of control.

Once he was done, he flushed his mess away and walked out, ignoring the screaming crowd that surrounded the corpse on the floor and shooting the pretty bartender a smile, asking for a glass of water.

Hercules dragged himself off of the couch and out of the door in sweats. He was just going drinking, so what was the point in throwing on “real pants” as John called them. He walked down the streets and was about halfway to the bar when he passed a playground. He instinctively turned to look - he had a secret soft spot for kids. Well, and for puppies, but kids don’t make John cry from fear. Anyways, he saw this teenager with a full backpack and a man talking to her. She was clearly uncomfortable, leaning away and taking a few steps back, but he was persistent, moving closer with each step away she took.

Hercules glared and made his way over, pushing the man away from her. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“What? I’m just offering her a place to stay. Don’t act like you wouldn’t do the same,” the man grinned. “She’s beautiful. She should find somewhere to stay before some creep snatches her up.” He tried to move past Hercules, but was stopped as he grabbed his shirt collar, tossing him to the ground.

Hercules turned towards the girl. “How old are you?” he asked softly, his demeanor completely changing.

“Twelve… My mom says I can’t go back because I said I’m a boy..”

“That’s awful..” His grip tightened on the man’s collar as he reached into his pocket and grabbed his phone and headphones. “Here, listen to some music as loud as you can and keep your eyes closed, okay? I’m going to punish him for what he tried to do, then I’ll get you some help, okay?”

He nodded and did what Hercules did, shutting his eyes tight and listening to loud music.

Once it was loud enough for Hercules to hear it, he turned back towards the man, a dark gleam in his eye as he shoved him onto the ground.

“You think it’s fine to pray on children?” he asked, his tone calm as he sent his foot flying into the creep’s spine, making him shout out in pain.

“Hey! Don’t fucking scream. You scream and I swear to god, you won’t be getting away from this alive,” he threatened.

It was that simple. The false promise of life always made them shut up.

Hercules knelt down. “I bet you’ve done this before, haven’t you, you sick fuck?” Out came his pocket knife and in it went to the creep’s right lung. Next, of course, it struck lower, definitely giving the creep the castration he deserved. Those muffled screams were music to his ears, the sound of justice that he knew would never be served otherwise.

“This is what you do to those who you’ve hurt, I hope you know that,” he continued, his voice as calm as ever. “You think it’s cool, you get off on hurting these kids, but it lasts,” he hissed. “People tell them it’s their fault, that they shouldn’t have trusted a man like you. I’m here to show you that your bullshit won’t go without consequences.” He got his knife back. He’d done enough to seal his fate.

Hercules wiped his hands on the creep’s clothes and stood up, tapping the kid’s shoulder and turning them away. “Hey, I’m going to go wash my hands, then I can take you to my place, if you want. Just to give you a place to crash.”

“Did you kill him?..” he asked, hesitantly.

Hercules shook his head. “I just hurt him pretty badly..” It wasn’t technically a lie. “I know his type. He wouldn’t have stopped hurting kids like you if I just let him go. And, don’t worry, I never hurt kids,” he reassured.

The kid hesitated before nodding, deciding to trust Hercules. “I don’t want to go home..”

“And I won’t make you. You can crash with me and my friends as long as you want.”

“Okay…”

Hercules smiled before standing up straight again, going to the bathroom and cleaning up his knife as well as his hands, then taking the kid back to his place, where he knew he’d be safe.

Lafayette stayed outside of the bar as Alexander went with John, just feeling like having a cigarette in the quiet before dealing with all of those people. He stood in the alley and lit his cigarette, smoking in peace until this asshole approached him.

“Hey, honey, what’ll it cost for you to let me smash?”

Lafayette scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Please.. You are not worth my time.”

“Alright, what about for a good suck? It’d be a better use for that pretty little mouth.”

“Why don’t you fuck off?”

The weirdo smacked the cigarette from Lafayette’s hands. “Why don’t you get off your high horse?”

That was it. Lafayette grabbed the guy’s shirt and turned him, slamming his back against the wall and spitting in his face. “I recommend you get out of my damn face before you regret it. I can make you wish you were never born. I’ll make you wish you were dead, that you’d never made the mistake of calling me some whore.”

The guy was definitely intimidated. Lafayette looked like he could crush his skull if he wanted to. “Fine, just let me go.”

“Let you go?! Where was the letting me go before you smacked my cigarette out of my hand? Don’t you know better than to touch a smoker’s cigarette?”

“I’m sorry, I just-”

“Shut the hell up and look me in the eye.”

There was a split second of hesitation, but the guy did just that.

“When I’m through with you, you’ll wish you were never-”

Lafayette was cut off by the blast of a handgun going off, a bullet going straight through the stranger’s brain. Lafayette groaned as he was coated in blood and glared down the alley, not surprised to see his boyfriend, Alexander, standing there, John standing beside him with his hands over his eyes.

“What the hell did you do that for?” Lafayette demanded, throwing the corpse onto the floor.

Alexander shrugged.

Lafayette tutted. “Well, you got blood all over me. Now I actually have to shower,” he grumbled before walking over to them.

“Um… The cops are coming… We have to go home,” John said meekly.

Lafayette rolled his eyes. “You could’ve started with that.” He pulled off his dirtied hoodie and tossed it into John’s arms. “Happy?” John always bugged him about how long he wore his clothes, but what was the point in washing them if he was just going to wear them again? What was the point in getting new clothes when his own fit him just fine.

John was smart enough not to respond. They may have been friends, but Lafayette wouldn’t hesitate to hurt him, badly. He even called him chubby once. But this wasn’t the time to cry. It was time to go home.

As they began walking, Lafayette followed John in his tank top, his arm around Alexander and his hand resting on his boyfriend’s ass. “Next time, at least give me a warning. It’s not the same as when I inject them, but it is nice to see the light leaving their stupid eyes.”

“Sure.” Alexander didn’t really get it. Lafayette’s way of killing involved too much work. Why would they do that when a gun could do it in half the time? But he didn’t feel like saying it out loud. It wasn’t his place.

“I hope Hercules won’t be too upset that we have to go home…” John commented. “I’m sure he got out of bed and everything.”

“Oh, grow a pair,” Lafayette snapped at him. “I don’t know why you have to cry over everything. You’re such a pussy. Alexander never says anything, but at least he doesn’t cry.” If there was anything that he truly hates, it was men who couldn’t keep in their own feelings, like everyone else.

John felt tears welling up in his eyes.

Lafayette rolled his eyes. “Such a wimp.”

Alexander shrugged. John should be able to do what he pleased, right? But it wasn’t up to him to tell Lafayette what to do either.

Besides John’s crying, the rest of the walk home was quiet, none of them expecting the surprise that Hercules had in store.

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headcanonfantasy · 5 years

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Can you do a Mister Clever/Clara smut fanfiction? Like Clara I'd giving up and he converts her after? Thank you !

I’d love to, Anon. Here it goes.

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A Cyberplanner’s happily unplanned rendezvous

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Mr. Clever was able to seek refuge on an asteroid and through his trekking on that asteroid, had found the corrosive acid factory where John the Flesh Avatar modeled after Eleven and the kinder Flesh Avatar of the boss that ran that factory sacrificed themselves. With a little Tweaking, he was able to repair himself by using John’s liquified remains and sustaining them with his memory of what Eleven looked like, then including the Cybernetic face attachment, he ventured on.

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Meanwhile, the woman Twelve gave Clara to dropped Clara off on a planet that was all electronic devices, saying she would be back in about an hour as she needed to take her TARDIS in for maintenance. Clara was looking at old radios and TVs when she felt a little shudder as Clever found his way in.

“Well isn’t that wizard?” Clever asked as Clara turned to face him.

“Doctor? Is that you?” She asked, thinking Twelve might’ve regenerated back into the form she first met him in.

“Doctor? No, my darling Impossible girl. I’m not a doctor, but I do have plans for you.” Clever said in his dark voice as he approached her, revealing the Cyber planner headgear.

“CLEVER!” Clara gasped as she tried to run but Clever grabbed her roughly before she could make her getaway. He then proceeded to push her up into a wall and look at her. “LET GO OF ME! GET OFF OF ME!” Clara stressed as she struggled and squirmed against Clever. He then grabbed her chin with one hand before making her stare into his eyes.

“I can see it, I’ve been through his head. He thought you fascinating. I see it in your eyes, you were hot for him in the end of his time.” Clever said as Clara flushed red as he continued to analyze her. “I can see the blush in your eyes, Clara. You think I would forget your name? You were on his mind almost as much as his WIFE!” He hissed, leaning in closer to whisper in her ear. “I bet seeing me again, thinking I was your precious Eleventh Doctor, you instantly became slick.” He reached down to dip into her skirt from the dress she was wearing as a waitress the last time she saw Twelve to feel through her knickers. Sure enough, she was soaked through. Clever smirked and Clara moaned inadvertently. “Admit it, Clara.” Clever softly growled into Clara’s ear. “You want me like you wanted this face.” He then closed whatever remaining gap they had between each other and started breathing down her neck. “Let this cowboy in.”

Next thing any of them knew, Clara grunted before smashing her mouth into his and Clever quickly removed her knickers. He then found an excluded area where they were surrounded unknowingly by cameras that caught them taking their clothes off, Clever lying her in a nest of their own clothes and then Clara getting on her knees. She proceeded to first give him oral, making him throw his head back, groaning as he felt pleasure for the first time ever. He stroked her scalp as she continued to suck him off before he pulled out of her mouth before he laid her on her back and got back on top of her, entering her slowly as he kissed her neck, licking it as she ground against his length, mouth widening on the cameras as the grinding gave her immense pleasure. She gripped his shoulders as he started thrusting deeper into her.

“OH GOD!” She howled as he growled into her ear, kissing and sucking her shoulder between thrusts.

“You feel amazing, Clara.” Clever whined as he began to erratically slam his hips against hers, signalling his very first orgasm. Clara was experiencing an orgasm she’d never had herself as when he came inside her, he not only ejaculated semen, but also Cybermites. “Even now, as I come inside you, your orgasm will be prolonged as the Cybermites crawl over every part of your insides, converting you into a Cyberplanner.” Clever stared into her eyes as she started screaming in both fear and pleasure. Though a half hour later, she was clothed again, as was Clever. Though he had stashed her knickers into his pocket.

“Are you ready to start a new reign, my Cyberplanner Queen?” Clever asked as he spoke to Clara, now donning a Cyberplanner headgear.

“Yes, my love.” Clara said, monotone yet sincere as they hopped off to another asteroid to find more Cybermen to rule and upgrade.

……………………………………………………………………….

When Clara’s new handler came back to the planet, she saw that cameras caught Clara and Clever’s coupling right up to when she became a Cyberplanner and was being shown on all the monitors and TVs on the planet. She looked on in horror as it was all captured, from the oral, to the feeling of her knickers, to the initial sex to the forming of the Cybernetic headgear all over the left side of her face to when she hopped out of the planet with Clever.

“The Doctor is gonna kill me” Was all she was thinking every single second she stared at the racy actions between them.

The End

(Hope you enjoyed that, Anon. I especially drooled during writing the sex part.)

#doctor who #nightmare in silver sequel of sorts #smut #clara oswald #mr. clever #clara x mister clever

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hello! for your thing, i'd like option 1for rebelcaptain and some conglomeration of "holy shit i just realized i’ve liked you for the past 8274 years and i really wish i didn’t but i dO and everyone somehow knows about it except for you oh my god why is this happening to me" and" we’re best friends and i’ve been in love with you for forever but i’m 3000% sure you just see me as a friend except why is this sexual tension happening rn" lol thanks!!

HELLO okay i’m sorry this took so long but HERE YOU GO!

YOUR REBELCAPTAIN FIC:

[also on ao3]

The revelation hits Jyn, quite literally, out of nowhere.

She's alone at home, sitting on her couch and watching Die Hard simply because it happened to be airing on the first channel she landed on. A sudden thought crosses her mind — an image of Cassian's horrified-fond expression as she'd insisted that Die Hard was her favourite Christmas movie of all time — and all of a sudden, her entire spine goes rigid, her eyes rounding in their sockets.

Holy shit, her brain whisper-shouts, the inaudible sound bouncing off the walls of her head. You're in love with Cassian.

She sits motionless for the rest of the movie, unable to see or hear anything Bruce Willis says or does onscreen.

Contrary to popular belief, it's not that Jyn doesn't have feelings.

It's just that — well, they're so inconvenient.

What have feelings ever done for anyone, anyway? What practical use have they ever amounted to? All they're known to do is cause awkwardness and pain and misunderstandings. Usually all three, come to think of it.

No, it's just easier all round to ignore them.

Only she can't ignore these ones, because, fuck, it's Cassian. Never mind that he's already her favourite person on Earth to begin with. They see each other way too often for her to be able to sufficiently and adequately bury her emotions under a thick enough layer of indifference. It would be significantly jarring if she were to suddenly refrain from hanging out with everyone just to avoid him. It would be obvious enough if she were to suddenly start avoiding hanging out with Cassian alone, considering just how much they see each other on a regular basis.

Not only that, but, well… once again, it's Cassian. She could probably be able to fake it with Bodhi. Maybe Baze. If she tried her hardest, she might even be able to fool Chirrut for a couple days or so. As for Kay — well, for all he cares, she could tell him she's turned into a purple chimpanzee and he would probably just hand her a banana without batting an eyelash.

All the same, she desperately needs someone's voice in her head other than her own, so she digs her phone out from the pocket of today's jacket and dials.

"Jyn, it's twelve-thirty," Bodhi says in lieu of a greeting. "I need my seven and a half hours if I'm going to have a good day at work, okay? I can't mess up my routine just because—"

"I'm in love with Cassian," she blurts out. About as intentionally as 'blurting' can be.

"... of that," Bodhi finishes. After a long pause, there's a small 'tsk' sound on his end. "Okay. And?"

She frowns, her cheeks burning with heat. "Did you hear what I said?"

"Loud and clear," Bodhi says, his voice dipping in and out in a way that makes her suspect he might be yawning. "What's the issue?"

"Wha— I just told you the issue," she hisses, shifting agitatedly on the couch.

There's another pause, slightly longer than the last.

"Oh." Bodhi's adopted a tone she's only ever heard him use once in their entire friendship — when Baze and Chirrut's four-year-old daughter had gravely asked him why her daddies' bed sometimes went bump in the night. "Oh, okay. This… is news."

Her jaw drops at the wary, upward lilt of his voice on the word 'news'. Like it's a question. "What the fuck is with that tone?!" she demands.

A loud sigh sounds on the phone. "Look, Jyn, any other time, I would totally therapise you through this—"

"S'not a word," she points out tightly.

"—but I actually am pretty sleepy right now, so I'm just gonna come out and tell you that, yeah, we all know. We've all known for, like, years now."

Her mouth works soundlessly for a couple of beats, opening and closing as she struggles to form a coherent thought. "We?! Who the fuck is—"

"Not Cassian, don't worry," Bodhi answers readily. "We thought we'd let you be the one to fill him in."

She scowls at her coffee table. "Stop saying 'we'."

"Stop stalling and go work out how you're gonna tell him," Bodhi advises, sheets rustling in the background. "I'm hanging up now. Goodnight."

"You're the worst," she informs him.

"Love you too, Jyn" is all she hears in response, right before the dial tone cuts in.

"Sorry," Cassian says as he slides into the booth, ten minutes late. "My Uber driver got a little lost."

Jyn scrunches her nose. They've been to this bar about a million times. "You didn't direct him?"

He waves a dismissive hand. "He had the map thing going. Also, he thought my name was Cassie, so. No." She's snorting into her drink before she can help it

Cassian's eyes flick down to her glass, more than halfway empty. "Whiskey? Are we celebrating something?"

She straightens in her chair, suddenly embarrassed. "Just— just felt like something different."

She doesn't want to admit that she'd just wanted something stronger, to help prepare her for what was undoubtedly going to be the worst conversation of her life. She's not going to fool herself; it could just turn out to be the best. All the same, considering everything she knows about herself, 'worst' is probably a lot more likely.

He nods easily, much to her relief. "Sounds good. I'm gonna go get myself one of those." He pauses midway through getting up from the table. "Should I order for the others too?"

Her face floods with discomforting warmth. "Oh. Uh. They're not coming."

He stops, caught between standing and an awkward half-crouch. "They're not?"

"I thought we could hang out, just the two of us." She glances around self-consciously. "I didn't mention that?"

He blinks, brows furrowing slightly. "No." After a beat, he shrugs, and slips out from behind the table. "Back in a few."

She sucks in a deep breath, smoothing her palms over her jean-clad thighs. Okay, Erso, she tells herself silently. You can do this. Just… come out and say it. Easy. Simple

No, don't just say it, she argues right back. You have to lay some groundwork first. You have to feel him out.

Yeah, she interjects smugly, you'd love to feel him out.

This is not the time, she scolds.

Definitely not, she agrees quickly, nodding to herself. Definitely don't imagine what it'd be like to kiss Cassian now. Or what his tongue would feel like against your skin. Or if he'd let you crawl into his lap and—

Abruptly, she snags her whiskey glass, tossing back the last of the amber liquid as fast as she can. She hisses quietly as it burns down her throat, tipping her head back down and slamming her empty glass back down on the table, next to—

Another glass of whiskey?

Cassian grins as he slides back into his seat across from her, his own glass of whiskey in hand. "Got you a refill." He arches a brow at her empty glass. "Not a moment too soon, either, I see."

She manages a weak laugh, pushing aside her empty glass to curl both palms around her fresh drink. "Thanks."

Cassian smiles around a sip of whiskey, leaning forward to brace his elbows on the table. "So, is this a date?"

Her head snaps up. "What?!"

He shrugs, glancing round at the empty booth. "The others aren't here. We're all alone."

Her mouth falls open. "That doesn't make it a date!"

He gestures towards her glass. "I bought you a drink."

"We always buy each other drinks," she points out with a roll of her eyes.

"Didn't say this was a first date."

Despite the warmth blooming in her cheeks, a laugh bubbles out of her before she quite catches it, the sensation spreading through her like liquid relaxant. "Idiot," she mutters fondly, shaking her head. "In that case, we've been dating for about three years now, have we?"

Cassian's smile remains in place, but when his gaze flicks away and back to hers, it's noticeably darker than before. "I don't know, Jyn. Have we?"

Her throat is suddenly very, very dry.

She stares at him. And then down at the fresh drink in her hands. And then back up at him.

"Are you flirting with me?"

Cassian's mouth curves, his expression wry. "Have been for the past three years, but thanks for noticing."

Suddenly, everything clicks.

"Fucking Bodhi," she groans, scrubbing a palm over her eyes. "I'm going to kill him."

He laughs, his fingers slipping into her hand to tug it away from her face. "Please don't. He's responsible for giving me the best news of my life. I'm feeling quite charitable towards him."

She flushes hotly, but she lets him take her hand anyway, turning it so it's resting securely in his upturned palm. "This isn't how this was supposed to go."

"Apparently, I wasn't supposed to let three whole years go by without telling you, either," Cassian tells her. He's smiling, but his hand tightens over hers, almost like some sort of nervous reflex. "I'd say it's pretty obvious we both need some help in this department."

"No, we don't," she insists stubbornly, reaching out with to take his other hand in her free one. "Look — I love you." She grins triumphantly, a rush of warmth spiking through her system. "See? I said it without anyone telling me to!"

Cassian grins, his eyes shining bright. "I love you too, but it's not a chess match, Jyn."

"Doesn't matter," she says, squeezing both his hands. "We win."

He squeezes back. "Yeah. We do."

#gOD this is truly so late IM SORRY #hope you like it! =)#rebelcaptain #rebelcaptain fanfiction #strong-bottle-of-jyn #mel celebrates 1.5k #my writing

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