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kiruuuuu · 5 years

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Doc/Lion oneshot in which Lion absolutely can’t get enough of Doc. (Rating E, pure filth + fluff, ~4k words) - written for the ever so wonderful 1ce_09 on twitter ♥♥ Everyone who hasn’t already, check them out for beautiful Siege art! Thank you so much for commissioning me, I enjoyed myself :)

If anyone had asked Lion a year – hell, months – ago which part of the day was his least favourite, he would’ve said waking up. Throughout his life, the only consistently good thing staying with him has been how easily he falls asleep and his ability to only wake up once fully rested; he sometimes thinks it’s a genuine blessing he received, a rare show of mercy of which he’s ultimately undeserving. Even when his mind worked overtime, even when there was an oppressive weight on his soul, even when there was no reason to get up in the morning, he drifted off like a lazy, oversized house cat napping in the sun. In rare moments, he idly wonders whether this ability hasn’t saved his life at some point, granted him this little bit of energy he needed to get through the day, gave him enough hope to trudge on and eventually sparked his endeavour to make it up to those he wronged.

And then there are his dreams. They’ve always been vivid, abstract, hard to grasp, but as a child he could always pinpoint at least a location or a person, something concrete which gave him an indication of what was on his mind at the time. After – after Claire, after colourful pills and pieces of paper with cartoon characters on them and a few other things, his nightly visions became even more obscure, swirls of colour, evoking emotions whose vibrancy stays with him in this twilight between waking and sleeping, a half-doze in which he’s disembodied yet conscious. He enjoys their embrace and despised nothing more than the afterimages being violently ripped away from him by a shrill alarm.

These days, he doesn’t mind it so much. The reason for his change of mind is as fortunate as it is unbelievable because of all its facets no one could’ve predicted, especially not him: It’s someone he loves (and he’d given up on this particular idea a while ago). It’s a man (and while he’s fooled around with some of his friends before, it was largely born from spite and the thrill of the forbidden). And of all people, it’s Doc.

It took him months to come to terms with the realisation that his infuriating colleague never really left his thoughts because of a fierce desire to impress him, not because of personal dislike. Doc is revered wherever he treads and when Lion earned his ire, it was much easier to pretend the negativity dictating Lion’s remorseless remarks and actions towards the other man stemmed from disdain and not disappointment in himself, not from a knee-jerk reaction to the realisation that Doc would never see him as an equal now.

It took him even longer to finally act on it too, reach out and attempt to rebuild the bridge Doc had destabilised and which Lion had spitefully burned in response; it required endless conversations with Bertrand as well as the rest of the GIGN, a worrisome amount of self-reflection, and uncomfortable, tough admissions.

But he managed. Looking back, it’s amazing how much he turned his life around, how much he achieved with the help of those around him and indubitably help from above, and he’s humble enough to try and let his gratitude shine through in everything he does these days.

He even learnt to enjoy waking up. Though admittedly it wasn’t difficult, no, not at all, not when he knows he’ll have company, be greeted with a smile and a kiss, a brief update on global events, a cup of coffee just how he likes it. And so instead of hitting the snooze button on his phone several times, tossing and turning, dreading the beginning of yet another day, he wakes with a serenity he never thought he could achieve.

This morning, his heart feels even lighter than normal and it doesn’t take long to figure out why: there’s a warm body next to his. Doc prefers getting up early, always prefers being prepared no matter what and possesses the inhuman ability to sleep without an alarm and be on time anyway – but rarely, on one of their days off, he allows himself to sleep in, much to Lion’s delight.

Smiling to himself, he rolls on his side to dazedly blink at the spectacular view in front of him and really, Doc has no business being this gorgeous this early in the day. He’s stretched out on his stomach – and he’s the only person Lion has met who sleeps this way –, head turned away from Lion, explaining his constant neck pains, and smooth skin illuminated by the rays falling in through the blinds, painting long stripes on his naked back.

Lion doesn’t want to disturb the image yet reaches out regardless, runs his fingertips over shoulder blades jutting out, the dip of his lower back, relaxed muscles, and reaches the blanket covering Doc from the hips downwards. He should let him sleep. Really, he should, but with every centimetre more that’s revealed, Lion’s interest rises. He takes his time, pauses when he hears his lover take a deep breath and proceeds when it evens out again. Slowly, surely, he reveals plump curves and more soft skin, and then his gaze falls on the discoloured spots on the back of Doc’s thighs and the almost languorous desire playfully swaying in the back of his mind suddenly gets shoved to the very forefront, makes his heart skip a beat and his crotch throb.

Memories from the previous evening come flooding back, the end of a tedious work day necessitating some kind of release – they’d started as soon as they set foot into their apartment, Lion crowding his lover against the door and licking every bit of composure off his tongue, then wandering deeper with his hungry mouth and swallowing him whole, something he’s come to love, provided he can watch Doc’s features dissolve into helpless want while sucking on him, hard. He took his time, did so for the rest too, left Doc aching and fingered him open over the couch until he was flushed and flustered and even more beautiful, took him standing up until his legs gave in, relocated to the kitchen table, eventually landed in bed where he finished them both off with merciless snaps of his hips, listening to Doc’s desperate whines and floating on pure ecstasy.

The bruises are remnants, and now he also feels the scratches on his back again which he didn’t let the other man see, angled his body so he wouldn’t notice the damage he’s done – he usually feels bad about leaving marks though Lion can never get enough. It’s one of the many small disagreements about which they half-heartedly argue and neither of them is ready to budge, but more often than not they end with a hand in someone’s hair or quick kisses. There’s more, now that he knows where to look, Doc’s ass cheeks themselves are still tinted red and the lovebites Lion sucked onto his ribs remain perfectly visible as well.

Maybe he should add a few.

Moving carefully, he removes the blanket entirely, admires Doc’s shapely legs for a moment and then kneels between them, intending no more than to touch the sleeping beauty a little, but as soon as his palms come to rest on firm flesh, a different thought makes his cock twitch in anticipation. Doc is perfectly on display like this, the hills and valleys of his body enticing in a way that Lion wants nothing more than mould himself around them, and he decides to appreciate it all by waking Doc with something more… personal than simply covering him in hickeys.

Thumbs pull the cheeks apart a little, exposing a pink hole which looks overwhelmingly inviting to Lion, a hole he abused to his heart’s content the previous evening and so it’s only appropriate for him to make up for the rough treatment, isn’t it? He leans forward and gingerly circles the rim with the tip of his tongue, starting feather-light and increasing the intensity slowly, intersperses it with broad laps and has to suppress a moan when he feels the ring of muscle pulsing in response. He’s felt similar contractions around his shaft so many times before and the association is all he needed for a full, heavy erection – especially when he remembers Doc’s usual, elated expression whenever he climaxes.

The hips beneath his hands shift a little, and a foot lifts, powerless, and when he pushes the tip of his tongue inside, Doc lets out a sleepy groan. “Really?”, he mumbles into the sheets but makes no move to stop Lion. “Didn’t we do enough yesterday?”

He grins and forces himself a little deeper, eliciting a weak moan, before withdrawing for a reply: “Gustave, I can never have enough of you.” And to cut off any smart remark, he wiggles his tongue back inside and turns all of Doc’s protests into small, appreciative noises. Though his lover appears to be the voice of reason more often than not, he allows himself to get swept up by Lion’s passion all the time, mentioning work but riding him with abandon ten minutes later, scolding him for only thinking about one thing but asking him to come on his face the same day. Lion never minds initiating, not when this is the result: an increasingly aroused Doc meeting his mouth with subtle grinding, fisting the sheets and not even fully awake yet.

A curious finger proves Doc to be more than loose enough a few minutes later, and by this point they’re both panting and dizzy – and besides, Lion has always been more of a ‘shoot first, ask questions later’ type, so he wastes no time in grabbing the lube strategically placed on the bedside table to pour a generous amount on his stiff cock, wincing a little at the cool, viscous liquid. A few strokes for good measure coat it sufficiently and the next moment he’s rubbing his tip over the very hole he licked open just now, felt it quiver around his tongue. The touch is electrifying and the fierce need pulsing through him urges him to give in, take what’s his, ensure his own pleasure.

But he waits. Bites his lip in impatience, pushes slightly against the entrance and shivers when he feels it give way a little, squeezes one of the buttcheeks he maltreated in the sweetest way possible last night – but he waits.

And then Doc meets him, lifts his hips to allow the head to slip inside and both of them gasp at the sudden surge of pleasure. Lion accepts this signal for what it is and begins the slow slide, pushes deeper and deeper into deliciously tight heat, feels Doc’s walls contract around his dick and only stops once he’s bottoms out. Since his lover usually requires a moment to adjust, Lion uses this time to not only focus on how fucking good he feels, but also to straddle the other man properly and lean down, cover him with his own body and place a few loving kisses on the top of his head.

“Other people wake their boyfriends with breakfast in bed”, Doc grumbles under him, now less bleary than before, but the hand he places next to Lion’s contradicts his words. He spreads his fingers and Lion interlaces them with his own, holds on tight and makes no move to suppress the smile stretching his lips at the gesture.

“Their boyfriends are definitely not as erotic as mine then”, he purrs into Doc’s hair. His limbs are possessively caging the other man in and even then, it hardly suffices to sate his need to be as close to Doc as possible, feel all of him.

“What you mean to say is they have more than just a shred of self-control.” And oh, he’s going to make Doc eat those words.

Slowly, he begins grinding down, impatient erection twitching eagerly inside and rubbing against all the right places if Doc’s startled gasp is anything to go by. He loves it deep and Lion knows it, rolls his hips against his lover’s perfect ass and makes him feel every centimetre keenly. For good measure, he bows his head to latch onto that spot right below Doc’s ear which he knows drives him wild, tongues at it wetly before sucking and relishes the unrestrained moan he earns for his trouble. Over time, he’s memorised all of Doc’s weakspots and exploits this knowledge now shamelessly, bites at his earlobe and trails his lips over soft skin to the back of Doc’s neck where he nibbles, his lazy motions emphasising his ministrations.

By now, Doc is trembling against him, the deep grind stealing his breath and causing him to jerk his hips up in search of more thorough stimulation than this merciless teasing, trying to fuck himself on Lion’s cock but failing. Frustrated huffs join the quiet panting, his grip involuntarily tightening parallel to him clenching desperately around Lion’s hard shaft and it’s mesmerising to behold how his mock crossness melts away into pure lust.

Doc’s other hand reaches back and digs into Lion’s ass, tries to get him to move more, faster, anything, but when that fails as well, he pleads: “Come on, just fuck me, Olivier.”

He knows how this goes. Grinning to himself, Lion tenses his muscles to make his dick throb inside additionally to the tantalising motions and decides to have even more fun. “You look so pretty, impaled on my cock”, he whispers and throws Doc a bone, withdraws all the way and slowly slides back in, keeps this torturous pace and sighs contentedly every time Doc’s hole allows him back in, stretches around him. He meant his words – he really can never get enough of this.

Uneven breaths have turned into whines now. “Olivier, please -”

“I could fuck you, pump you full of come and then leave you, dripping and begging for it”, he continues and concentrates on the steady build of pleasure – a slow climb but oh so satisfying. Doc feels wonderful around him. “Could do that the entire day. Every time you suck me until I’m hard again, I shoot inside but you’re not allowed to come. You can ride my cock all day, Gustave.” The thought is dazzling and he probably never fantasised about someone while being balls deep inside that very person, yet he can’t help but picture Doc all powerless, frenzied, obeying him fully. He knows Doc is too proud to actually agree to anything like it, though the throaty moan Doc lets out in response tells Lion unambiguously that he’s imagining it – and actually enjoys the thought. Still, Lion’s thumb strokes reassuringly over the hand he’s still holding.

“Please, I want you, go faster -” Doc’s impatience has reached its peak now, he shoves himself onto Lion’s member in one go and pushes against him, whimpers when Lion gnaws at his neck in retaliation and rises nonetheless, lifting his lover’s body with him. The teasing has left him frantic and exactly how Lion likes it, cheeks red and gaze almost defiant when he glares at the larger man over his shoulder. Lion could spend all day marvelling at the state of him.

Instead, he relents, guides Doc onto his hands and knees and grabs his hips to steady him, fingers brushing over the bruises on Doc’s thigh, the faint purplish tinge an expression of his devotion. “You want it hard?”, he asks and is almost surprised at how breathy his own voice is. Unbridled want is pulsing through him, vicious and blinding, making his digits itch and cock ache.

Doc nods wordlessly and it’s probably good he can’t see the pure joy on Lion’s face over the admission. Even now, even with how familiar they are with each other, every confirmation of the passion, respect and love they share sparks delight.

A sharp snap of Lion’s hips later and his focus is elsewhere again. Now he’s getting serious, drives into Doc at a fast tempo, watches as his entire erection disappears inside him and tries his best not to come on the spot. The abrupt stimulation is almost too much but he keeps going through the discomfort paired with blunt need until he hears himself moan loudly in pleasure, dig his fingertips into Doc’s flesh. He’s not going to last long, that much is clear, but he’s going to make it good regardless.

A few pointed thrusts elicit more dazed whimpering from his lover, a picturesque arch of his back to allow Lion to penetrate him all the way and even another, decidedly more heated glance back at him. They’re both equally into it, tensing and moving against each other amid the sound of skin slapping against skin, the rustling of sheets as Doc desperately seeks support, leverage, anything to hold on to – and Lion shares the sentiment of feeling wholly lost yet not wanting to be found. Ruthlessly, he slams into his lover, chasing his pleasure, helping Doc pursue his own, and makes no effort to hide his enjoyment.

A sudden spike almost pushes him over the edge when Doc’s arms give in, accompanied by something that sounds suspiciously like a keen, and now he’s really pounding him into the mattress, showing him just how deep his desire runs, how comprehensive his attraction is. He can’t even pinpoint which part it is exactly about Doc that drives him this wild, fills him with the urge to claim, mark, embrace and never let go; and he revels in the knowledge of being able to make this otherwise so poised, dignified and professional man fall apart, provoke emotions from him he displays for no one else.

“Come for me”, Lion gasps in between the creaking of the bed, “do it. Come on, amour, Gustave, I want to feel it.” And the sounds he wrenches from Doc’s throat with every thrust get impossibly louder when his lover reaches for his dick, probably not able to keep up with the merciless rhythm with which Lion is driving into him but still good enough. He gets tighter, even more so when Lion’s breath hitches, followed by a growl. He’s getting closer by the second, Doc’s noises and velvety heat making up the perfect catalyst -

And then Doc orgasms, surprisingly quickly for how little he stroked himself, he must’ve been primed, possibly dreamt of Lion and this thought is a whole other turn-on he shelves away for later. Right now, he watches, utterly transfixed, as Doc spasms under him, hips rolling futilely to either increase the intensity or shy away from it as he shoots his sperm in short bursts in between the hard thrusts. Lion fucks him through it, runs one of his palms over the dancing muscles of Doc’s back and shudders at the violent contractions around his throbbing cock; fucks him through the aftershocks, too, tiny jolts which speak of a very satisfying climax. Lion isn’t there yet, however, not fully, teetering on the edge, carefully controlling himself so he can take all of Doc in and -

“Finish inside, Olivier”, Doc demands, voice shaky, and he’s gone.

His abs tense with a delicious kind of pain at the first wave of blissful release washing through him. He buries himself deep inside his lover and moans in disbelief over how abruptly pleasure explodes behind his eyelids and nearly folds in half at the intensity, gasping for air as his cock twitches and probably adding a few bruises to the existing ones. Momentary blindness allows him to be wholly aware of Doc moving against him to milk him for every drop, of overwhelming relief encompassing his entire being as he orgasms, surrounded by scorching heat and momentarily losing all sense of reality.

Coming down is a slow, gradual affair, both of them slumping a little and Lion bending so he can rest his forehead on Doc’s shoulder blade as they both catch their breath, bask in the afterglow and enjoy the feel of shared body heat, companionship and sweet exhaustion. Lion peppers his boyfriend’s shoulder with kisses once he can see straight again, withdraws tentatively and sits up to examine the masterpiece he just fucked into existence in all its glory: shiny skin, reddened cheeks, a gaping hole, dark marks and lovebites, and, after a few seconds, a thin stream of white leaking out.

Lion is definitely unable to get hard immediately after a climax this exquisite but his dick gives a feeble jump at the sight nonetheless. He reaches out and catches the droplets with a fingertip, pushes them back to where they came from, pushes them back inside and earns a quiet moan. Adding another digit, he tries to finger the semen as deep as he can and only pauses when Doc kicks him lightly.

“I’m sore enough as it is”, he complains and rolls to the side when Lion withdraws mournfully, yet there’s a bright smile adorning his face when their eyes meet.

With weak knees, Lion stalks back and forth to get them cleaned up (and is actually amazed Doc doesn’t mention the scratches he himself inflicted) but insists on doing one thing by himself: once he’s taken his rightful place by Doc’s side, entangled their legs and exchanged a few loving kisses, he catches Doc’s wrist to lift it to his face and starts to lick his palm clean.

“You’re like a dog”, his lover murmurs fondly and readily spreads his fingers to allow for better access. “They should’ve called you Husky, not Lion – they’re just as noisy and stubborn.”

Lion shoots him a good-natured grin. “Then you should be called Bunny. What was that about self-control?”

“Oh please, you’re the eternally horny one, mon amour.”

“And yet you never say no.” Their lips meet once more in a long, thorough kiss, with Doc climbing on top of Lion halfway through, ending up straddling him and stroking his face affectionately until Lion mouths at his palm while keeping eye contact.

“You really love my hands”, Doc points out quietly.

It’s true, he does – he loves how steady they are on the job, never making a mistake, never causing harm; loves how they’re calloused and scarred, lots of specks and lines lighter in colour telling tales of hard work; loves how they worship him, how gently they treat him, how warm they are when they touch him.

“I also really love you”, Lion says instead of the million other things he could say instead which would amount to the same thing. He’s learnt his lesson about being honest with himself and others and can’t find it in himself to be embarrassed when his admissions make Doc’s face light up like a Christmas tree. “And your hands do good. They’re your most important tools and I’m thankful every time I feel them.” There’s so much more for which he’s grateful that making a list would take him several days, so he tries to convey all which he’s not divulging explicitly with a heartfelt: “Thank you, Gustave.”

Doc’s features soften and he accepts the notion with one last kiss before getting up. “I’m going to brew us some coffee”, he announces, yet pauses by the bedroom door to catch Lion’s gaze and add, softly: “I love you too, Olivier.”

And while Lion remains in bed for a minute longer, stretched out and encased in soothing warmth coming from within, a distracted smile pulling at the corners of his mouth and most of his body tingling pleasantly, he thinks back to his life no more than a year ago. How unthinkable it was that waking up would become his favourite part of the day. But sometimes, the unthinkable happens all the same.

#rainbow six siege #doc #lion #doc/lion #fanfic #commissions #thank you!!#I couldn't even fit everything in #well at least doc could #HA

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mingosfics · 5 years

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Shinsou X Iida

Getting together, friends to lovers fic. Rated T for the F word. Maybe some season 2/hero killer arc spoilers

Check it out on my Ao3 and read my other MHA garbage. Theres not enough Shiniida so I have to crank that shit out myself.

Shinsou leaned against one of the cool concrete walls in the tunnels leading out to the arena. He felt…disappointed. Disappointed and angry. Despite his forced optimism at the end of his match, he was crushed. His chances of getting noticed, of getting moved to the hero classes were pretty much destroyed. He fought back the prick of tears threatening to spill from his eyes. He failed in front of all those people…he failed in front of his dads, in front of Iida.

“Hitoshi-kun!”

Speak of the devil. Shinsou sniffed and stood up straight, blinking back the tears.

“Hey Tenya.”

“You performed admirably Tosh!” Tenya smiled as he approached and stood in front of the shorter boy.

“Ah come on Tenya, don’t pander to me.” Hitohsi stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked at the ground.

“You did! Though you must be careful, the other students do not know you are insulting them only as a tactic.”

“Tactic that didn’t work… I’ll never get signed if I look so weak.”

“Well it is inconsequential since you’ll never-“ Tenya cut himself off, mouth snapping shut as he realized what he very nearly said. Hitoshi knew though and Tenya felt his stomach drop as he watched a look of hurt flash across the others face, replaced quickly by anger.

“I’ll never what?” Hitoshi asked incredulously.

“I am sorry, I didn’t mean-“

“Say it.” Hitoshi’s brows were furrowed but he couldn’t hide the wobble of his bottom lip, not from Tenya. Not from his best friend of a whole decade.

“Hitoshi I didn’t-“

“Say it!” Hitoshi shouted. “Say I’ll never be a hero! I know that’s what everyone thinks! I have no chance right? My quirk is USELESS compared to someone like you right? Right?”

Tenya was about to refute that when Present Mic’s voice came over the loud speakers.

“Allllll right ladiesssss and gentlemen!! Next up we have Iida Tenya from class 1A vs. Hatsume Mei from the support course!”

The two stood silently for another five seconds before Hitoshi blew a frustrated breath from his nose.

“Good luck Iida.” He hissed the others last name before turning on his heel to walk toward the exit. He plodded slowly toward the exit gates of UA. Present Mic, his dad, came on the loudspeakers again and announced the start of Tenya’s match. Hitoshi tried to hold back his tears, of anger but also of guilt for not staying to watch his best friend, but he failed. The feelings were too conflicting and too overwhelming. He cried the entire way back to his home where he changed into his most comfortable pajamas and buried himself in a nest of blankets on the couch, hoping a nap would dull the hurt.

A couple hours later he was woken when the front door opened and a mummy walked in. His father, still wrapped in bandages from the incident at the USJ. Followed by his other father, who began chucking shoes and hero equipment around the genkan, sighing dramatically.

“Man oh MAN that was a wild day!” Hizashi said, moving into the kitchen with a plastic bag. Shouta moved to sit next the Hitoshi, lowering himself gingerly. Hitoshi could hear Hizashi digging around the kitchen and reluctantly untangled himself from his nest.

“You ok?” Shouta asked, muffled through bandages.

“I’m fine.” Hitoshi rolled his eyes when his Papa narrowed his at him. “Fine. Im just…disappointed.”

“Ah don’t be. You kicked ass today!!” Hizashi said, moving back into the room. “We are SO seriously proud.”

“Don’t worry. You made a good impression.” Shouta said. Hizashi dropped a takeout box onto Hitoshi’s lap and then squeezed himself in between his husband and son on the couch.

“Yakisoba for my ass kicking kid, and a jelly pouch for my favorite mummy.”

Hitoshi couldn’t help but smile as his dad helped his papa suck down one of his bland jelly pouches through the mass of bandages. Hizashi launched into a story about how he caught Midnight making out with a hero named Slingshot after the awards ceremony. Hitoshi ate and listened, grateful that his dad always seemed to know when he needed a distraction from his thoughts. When Hizashi finished they sat in silence until Hitoshi finally felt ready to talk, just like his dad knew he would.

“I had a fight with Tenya.” He said flatly.

“Did you win?” Shouta asked, Hizashi elbowed him gently and hissed a shut up.

“What about?” Hizashi asked.

“He…he accidentally said I didn’t have to worry about my performance because I’d…never be a hero.”

“Oh Totoooooo.” Hizashi said sympathetically, setting his now empty takeout box on the coffee table.

“I know he didn’t mean it. I mean I really know that. But I still got mad. I yelled at him.” Hitoshi dropped his gaze to his lap. Hizashi reached forward and pulled him into a hug. Hitoshi felt a little old for dad cuddles but he didn’t resist the embrace.

“First of all, you’re going to be an amazing hero one day. We have our plan and we just gotta stick to it. Second of all, Im sure you and Tenya will work things out. You always do.” Hizashi said cheerfully, letting his son sit back up.

“Just apologize and ask him out.” Shouta said. Hizashi elbowed him again with another will you shut up.

“Jesus Pops.” Hitoshi breathed, turning red.

“Ignore him.” Hizashi rolled his eyes. “You can ask him out when you’re ready. But you should text him. He ran off real fast after the ceremony, maybe this is why. Oh hey, he took third place! He gave Todoroki a hell of a fight.”

Hitoshi frowned, the guilty feeling from earlier creeping back up. He should have been there for Tenya. He shouldn’t have yelled. He knew the other boy didn’t mean anything by his slip up, hell…Tenya had more faith in him than his parents did. Which totally wasn’t one of the reasons Hitoshi’s had the guys initials scribbled into the back of his notebook surrounded by a dozen little blue and purple hearts.

But if he had any hope of the other ever returning his feelings…he needed to nip this in the bud. He excused himself and went up to his room. He sat cross legged on his bed and fired off a couple texts.

Hitoshi: Hey. Im sorry I yelled. I know you didn’t mean it, I was just upset I lost. Didn’t mean to take it out on you.

Hitoshi: Dad said you took 3rd place. That’s really awesome. Congrats.

He stared at his phone for a while, soon joined on the bed by his cat Giggles. He ran his fingers absentmindedly through the crème colored fur. Eventually he gave up and went to take a shower, letting the hot water ease the tension from his exhausted muscles. The sports festival took a lot more out of him that he was expecting, he would have to accept his Papas ofOfer to train him, build some more muscle.

When he got out there was still no messages from Tenya.

When he finished some homework there were still no messages.

When he said goodnight to his dads, no messages.

No messages when he went to bed.

No messages when he woke up.

No messages when he got to the gate of UA where he and Tenya usually met every morning to spend a few minutes together before they split off to their separate classes. No Tenya there either.

There was no Tenya for two days. Hitoshi felt sick, he didn’t know he fucked up this bad. On the third day he woke up to some texts and nearly fell off his bed in relief.

Tenya: I am sorry I have not responded. My brother was in an accident.

Tenya: It is I who should apologize. Please do not worry.

And that was it. Hitoshi bribed his Papa with coffee and breakfast to spill the details on Tenya’s brother’s accident, and demanded his father keep an eye on him. Tenya only told him not to worry when he should probably worry.

He was proved right the next week. Tenya had still been avoiding him, not texting him back. Hitoshi tried not to take it personally, he knew Tenya really cared and looked up to his brother. He still waited for a few minutes at the gates every morning, just in case. It was still a week of hell for him. He was in love with the guy but still didn’t realize how much until he was gone. He really REALLY hoped he could convince Tenya to forgive him soon. He missed him.

Then his papa called him after school one day.

“I should NOT be telling you this. I blame your dad for turning me soft.” He said, and then continued to tell Hitoshi about Tenya’s insane encounter with the Hero Killer stain three days previously. Ending with threats if he ever told anyone, emphasizing the need to keep this a secret. But still, Aizawa gave him the address of the Hospital Tenya was staying in.

He hopped on the next train and an hour and a half later found himself marching into a hospital room where he could see Tenya, sitting on the edge of a bed, doing his best to read with one arm still in bandages. He looked up at the sound of footsteps and his eyes widened.

“H-Hitoshi?”

“Are you an IDIOT!?” Hitoshi asked, way louder than he meant to. Tenya’s face reddened at he looked away as Hitoshi walked up to him. The purple hair boy was standing barely a foot in front of him, hands folded in front of his chest. “Do you have any idea how WORRIED I have been and that was before dad told me you GOT STABBED.”

“I did not get stabbed. I got…cut.”

Somewhere to the side both boys vaguely recognized Midoriya’s voice, awkwardly excusing himself in a panic as he hobbled out of the room, leaving them alone.

“YOU…” Hitoshi paused, forcing his voice quieter, “You went after a goddamn villain alone. Are you insane!?”

Tenya felt his face flush even redder. “I was blinded by my anger. It was foolish of me, I know.”

“You could have died Tenya. What the hell would I have done then?”

“I am sorry. My actions were unbelievably reckless.” Tenya hung his head low.

Hitoshi sighed, anger dissipating. “Is this why you’ve been ignoring me?”

“I…yes. I knew I would not be able to hide my feelings from you and then I knew you would talk me out of it.” Tenya said sheepishly.

“Yes I would have. Because it was stupid.” Hitoshi sighed again. “But seriously dude, Ive been going nuts with guilt thinking it was because I yelled at you.”

Tenya’s gaze snapped up at that, meeting Hitoshi’s eyes.

“No! Absolutely not. Oh dear, I did not even stop to think about the timing of that. I’m so sorry Tosh. For ignoring you AND because of what I said at the sports festival. I truly did not think of what I was saying. After this week you have no idea how much more you deserve to be a hero than I. I’m so sorry. You must hate me.” Tenya dropped his gaze again.

“I don’t hate you. I love you, you big fucking dork.” Hitoshi said before he could stop himself. He froze, violet eyes going wide. Tenya slowly dragged his gaze back up him, his blue eyes blown just as wide.

“In what way?” Tenya asked quietly.

“W-what d-do you mean?” Hitoshi nearly choked.

“I would like to know if the extent to which you love me mirrors the amount I love you before I do something reckless. Again.” Tenya was surprised the room didn’t catch on fire from the sheer amount of blush that overtook Hitoshi

“Y-you love me?” Hitoshi thinks he might explode, or his heart explode with how hard it was thumping away against his ribcage.

“I do. I have liked you in a romantic way since we were ten or so. It is all right though if you do not reciprocate those feelings. It would be illogical for me to assume that-“

“I do!” Hitoshi squeaked. “Reciprocate them.”

“For how long.” Tenya asked.

“I don’t know. It feels like always?” Hitoshi forced his gaze away and stared up at the ceiling.

“Based on this evidence, my actions will perhaps not be as reckless as I thought.” Tenya stood suddenly, startling Hitoshi who stumbled back a few steps, arms flailing wide. Tenya grabbed his face with his right hand, now healed thanks to another healing session. His left hand was still in bandages, but he enough mobility in it to reach around Hitoshi and pull him flush against his chest. He smiled down at the purple haired boy softly for a mere second before he closed his eyes and brought their lips together in a chaste kiss.

He pulled back after a moment to see Hitoshi with eyes really blown wide, red as a beet, and frozen with his arms still sticking out to his sides.

“f-fuck.” Hitoshi croaked out.

“Im sorry. Did I upset you?” Tenya asked retracting his hand, suddenly worried that maybe, like everything else in his life, he had moved too fast. But he had been wanting to do that for five years so he didn’t really feel all that guilty.

Hitoshi blinked and seemed to regain his thoughts before shaking his head. He threw his arms around Tenya’s neck and met his lips again. This time, in a far less chaste manner than the first. Tenya’s bandaged hand snuck around Hitoshi’s waist while the other trailed under his arm and up his back to tangle fingers in purple hair. The engine hero relished the feel of Hitoshi’s lips, just as soft as he always imagined them. Hitoshi in turn was only capable of thinking how fucking nice it felt to finally be held by Tenya like this.

This time when they parted, it was because they both needed air.

“FUCK” Hitoshi said breathlessly.

“Mmmm that was even more enjoyable than I always imagined it would be.” Tenya chuckled and then pinched his eyebrows together in thought. “I should probably ask you to officially date me now. I believe that is the protocol. Would you like to be my boyfriend?”

“God yes. Yes.” Hitoshi nodded, leaning up to kiss him again before pulling back abruptly. “On one condition.”

“Oh?”

“Don’t you EVER go on some crazy revenge vendetta EVER again.”

“I shall do my best.”

Twenty minutes later, before Midoriya could stop him, Todoroki slid open the hospital room door and then quickly slid it shut. He tried to immediately forget THAT image while simultaneously filing away the knowledge in case it was needed someday.

Hitoshi and Tenya were too lost in each other, too busy making up for five or so years of mutual pining to even notice him.

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #shinsou hitoshi #iida tenya #shinsou x iida #shinso x iida #shiniida #my writing #my fiction #my fic #my stuff

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avengers-athstetic · 3 years

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Hi, this is my first post and i came up with this on a walk in the woods and i hooe you guys like it

AGENT BARNES AND THE MISSION TO FIND HIM

Peter×reader

Female!Y/N

Blurb:your dad bucky barnes went missing after the battle against thanos. After a month everyone belived he was dead but you didnt so you desided to set off with your best friend by your side to go find him. You start off in the woods he used to always take you to and you would pkay in the snow when you where younger. You knew there was more the forset then the furthest he woukd take you......

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"Y/N hes dead your dad is dead theres nothing you can do" steve stated. "No hes not i know hes out there hes somewhere out there i just feel it in my bones." You replied. "Well anyways im going to bed i ant deal with this shit anymore."

"Night Y/N" clint call out. "Night clint."

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Y/N sighs. "Nat,tony..... i wish you where here i wish you could understand the shit they put me through. If my dad is up there with you say hi for me tell him i love him." You start crying. "Night guys sleep well".

You lay in your bed looking at your stary ceiling. You soon fall asleep with tears running down your red flushed cheeks.

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You wake up to steve on the end of your bed with a cup of coffee and some tost. "You awake finaly, eat up kid you have school in a few hours and peters downstairs ready when you are by the way." You groan. "Already time to get up wow last night when by fast." You sit up. "Well ill be down once im ready then."

You put on this-

"Morning peter ready to go" you mummble whilst eating a slice of toast and grabbing your bag. "Ready then ever Y/N" he softly says. "Bye guys!!" You both shout whilst heading out the door.

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"How was school then Y/N ". "It was ok how about you peter." You softly reply. "Boring to be honest, ill race you to the door" he says when you both reach the gates to the compund. "Oh no you didnt pete."

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"How was school kids" bruce asked "boring" you and peter say in sync. "Im goign upnto my room come get me when foods ready" peter nods at you.

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You slump on you bed and pull out your phone and see you have 3 text messages from your best friend katlin .

Hay, wanna hangout tonight.

Y/N, hellooo you there.

Come on just read my messages do you wanna hangout or not ughh.

"Ugh did she really have to text me that meany times"

You reply with...

Hay,sorry cant hang out tonight but could you meet me at the woods on friday evening if thats ok i wanna talk to you about something. Xx

You get an instant reply.

Took you long enough to reply, but yha sure ill meet you there want me to bring anything?

No need to bring anything and sorry i didnt reply i havent checked my phone all day xx

You switch your phone off for the night and head downstairs.

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"Is food ready yet im starving!" You complain."oh yha i was about to come and get you its on the table." Clint replied. You and peter eat dinner at the sma etime and both head up to your room.

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"Wanna watch a movie?"peter suggests. "Sure dont see the harm in why not, what movie?" You ask. "How about harry potter?"

"Omg yes i love thoes movies we could watch one every night if you want and make out way through the franchise slowly?" You suggest. "Sure." You both lay in your bed and watch the harry potter and the philosopher's stone.

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You wake up and find peter cuddled up to you. You smile. "Your such a peaceful sleeper pete". You get up and get dressed .

You put on this-

You pair it with rose gold strapped heels and do ypur make up. You head downstairs.

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"You look nice where you going?" Clint asks. "One of my friends moms wedding" you explain. Steve walks in."wow uh...you look..." he stummbles on his words."thank you steve now could you tell peter im out when he wakes up he will most likely ask where I am." You leave and get in your car. "Ugh i need to change my shoes.." you switch to some blcak flats and drive to the wedding venue and change your shoes back.

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"IM BACK GUYS!!" You shout up the stairs. "Oh hay hiw was the wedding?" Peter askes." It was ok pritty boring thought i didnt want to stay for the after party and i have home work anyways." You reply with a tired tone to your voice. "Skip homework Y/N please ypu sound really tired, ill help you do it once you have had a little nap,deal." You sigh. "Fine....de...al"

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You wake up and relise your still in your dress. You get up and head downstairs to see peter,thor,clint,wanda,bruce and steve all watching 'the adventures of tony stark'. "So your watching it without me wow!" You siad with an anoyed but sarcstic tone. "Oh hay sleepy head, yha sorry." Peter says softly. "Why on earth are you whereing that???" Thor asks. "I went to a wedding earlier and i must have fallen asleep in it" you say with a qustioning tone. "Go change Y/N you look super uncomftabe, thennyoucan come and watch this with us." Steve says. "Ill go chnage but i cant watch this with you beacuse i said ill go have lunch with my best friend, sorry" you say whilst turning to run upstairs.

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You get out to your car and check in the rucksacks,tents and camping stuff is still in the trunk of you car and they are. "Oh phew." Katlin calls you. You pick up. "Where the hell are you!!" She hufs. "Im almost there im like ten fifteen minutes away gosh. I gotta go imcoming up to a gas station i need to fill up my tank ill talk to you in a sec" you hang up. You fill up your tank and head back on the road. "Ok so ill talk to her and just say your coming with me to find my dad we can just say you where going around the world, yha thanks good right" you sigh. You soon pull up and park in a spot and call katlin to come and sit in the car."ok katlin i need your help, coukd you possible come with me to find my dad i dont wanna go alone, and we can just tell steve and your parents that im taking you around the world. Please" you sit in silence for a few minutes. "I-fine ill come, when are we doing this." You look surprised."wow..i uhh didnt think you would ,well how about we start tomorw.deal" she thinks about for a second. "Deal.. ill pack my suitcase tonight and ill call you what time are we leaving." She sighs. "We can keave at 10 pm sharp. Meet here and then we can walk for a bit and find a good place to set up camp."

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"Im back guys. Oh and katlin is going to take me around the world starting tomorw is that ok?" You look at steve."its fine just as long as you two stay save ok." You dain a big bright smile on your face and run upnto him and hug him "ohh thank you thank you so much, we will hopefully be bcak by september,im gonna go pack"

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Make sure to stay tuned for part 2 guys

#steve rogers #tom holland #peter parker #wanda maximoff #chris evens #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #elisabeth olsen #mcu fanfiction #marvel

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Wanna-One Lee Daehwi - Backstage Pt. 2

✿ featuring: lee daehwi, ong seongwoo

✿ genre: fluff, drama

✿ word count: 1586 words

✿ summary: he looked back down at his hands, his thumbs were fiddling with one another “but.. but.. you’re so close to him. don’t you like him?”

its finally the day of the performance showcase

you have come 2 hours early to set up all the microphones, sound system, and light system

and you really can’t contain your excitement

you can’t wait to see all the different performances by your friends and classmates

while tweaking some final adjustments to the volume of mic and doing sound checks, you heard a knock at the door

you assumed it was daehwi, so you fixed your hair a bit

anticipating his bubbly entrance, you looked at the door eagerly, only to reveal ong at the door

“hi y/n, can i speak to you for a moment? it’s really quick”

you ushered him in, signalling with a hand wave

after closing the door behind him, he slowly approached you

“theres a stool right there, you can sit”

ong laughed a bit

“hah.. its fine, i prefer to stand”

“so, what would you like to tell me? that i’m a kid again?”

you noticed ong didn’t have his joking face on, or any sign that he was kidding at all

instead, keeping eye contact, he slowly drew nearer towards you

feeling intimidated, you were forced into your stool, with him towering over you

“um, ong? a-are you okay?”

with his warm hands, he reached for your hands that were on your lap

“look, y/n..”

your heart palpitates at an irregular rate from the sudden skinship between you two

“i’ve kept this from you for a long time, and this will probably ruin our friendship, obviously i don’t want that at all..”

you gulp at his words

something about his charismatic aura makes you feel so inferior

“but i can’t take your relationship with daehwi right now.”

{what? daehwi? what does he have to do with this?}

“look, y/n, i like you. ever since i saw you working backstage, you’re not like any other girl i’ve met”

your eyes widen

“and i admit, i’m jealous of daehwi, because he’s spending a lot of time with you, and i want you.. all to myself”

you had already become all red at that moment

{what?? no one has ever confessed to me before. is this what it feels like??}

“i-i” was all you could say

“it’s okay if you can’t reply me now, don’t worry, i’ll give you time. see you later okay?”

he adjusts his shirt and waves to you as he opens the door to leave the room

{what the hell just happened?}

after that incident, you just couldn’t settle your feelings

you could not even pay attention to your setup

you had to take a rest

{maybe a nap wouldn’t hurt right? it would only take.. 10minutes..}

and you drifted to sleep

after what seemed to be 10 seconds, you shook yourself awake

you tried to look at the watch on your wrist but it was all blurry

you rubbed your eyes

“its about 30 minutes to the start of the showcase”

you heard a voice to your left

it was daehwi, sitting next to you, with his head in his arms as well

shocked, your face felt like it was burning red

“i-i daehwi? what- how long have you been here?” you stuttered

daehwi giggled, making you even more flustered exposed to the sight of his cheeky smile

“about half an hour ago, i didn’t want to wake you up as you were peacefully sleeping,”

you slapped daehwi on the shoulder playfully, resulting in him laughing

“you should have just woke me up!! that was so embarrassing..”

“no, no, i mean.. you looked very at ease, it was soothing.”

he proceeded to look around the room, which spared you time to flush out the red in your cheeks

he spotted the puppy he gave you poking out of your bag

“oh! its the puppy i gave you!”

he reached for it, plays with it in his hands and puts it in front of his face, playfully moving its paws

this made you laugh

“what are you doing, daehwi?”

“woof woof!”

daehwi began barking behind the puppy toy, which made you laugh even more

daehwi took a peek behind the toy, only to see your dimples that show significantly when you laugh and your eyes that sparkle

this resulted in a soft pink showing on his cheeks

“woof woof! i love you y/n!”

your smile turned into shock

{did he say it from his perspective? or the dogs perspective? what is going on?}

daehwi seemed to realise what he just said as well, covering his face completely with the dog

curious, you reached out to move his hands only to reveal his face, with blush burning through his cheeks

he looked like a puppy as well

you couldn’t help but to ruffle his hair a bit

pulling back from him, he turned away from you

“hey, y/n..”

“yeah, daehwi?”

“what is seongwoo hyung to you?”

confused by the sudden question, you prompted the question with more elaboration

he pouted

“like, do you see him as.. more than a friend?”

this reminded you of what happened about an hour ago when ong came in to the room and.. confessed to you

this got you thinking

{do i really like him? i’ve been friends with him since freshman year, he stayed back after school and taught me how to do maths once, and he always helps me..}

to daehwi, however, he took the hesitation as a bad sign

before you could even say anything, he got up from his seat, laying the puppy down on the table

“yeah, i thought so..”

you were confused by his sudden remark

“im sorry, i have to go. the showcase is starting,”

“no, daehwi-”

and he was out of the door

your heart sank

you felt like you lost someone important

you spent the next few minutes thinking about your complicated love life (yeah its complicated af)

and soon, the showcase began

with performance after performance, you felt the showcase drag on

you felt that the universe was purposely prolonging the showcase, making you think more and more about.. them

this just made your heart hurt even more

when the drama performance began and ong went up on stage, you could not even smile at his silly antics like you normally would

soon enough, the entire showcase was over

performers were congratulating each other backstage

you had to do something about this

pushing your way through the crowds and crowds of people and props, you were looking out for the familiar silver haired boy

your determination to find him increases every given second

but you were stopped by ong

“hey, where are you going in such a hurry?”

he grasped both my shoulders

“i’m so sorry ong i-”

“do you.. have an answer yet?”

he looked at me with a hoping smile and his eyes shone

i looked up at him

“i’m sorry.. ong.. i only see you.. as a friend”

ong looked heartbroken

the sparkle in his eye faded away

you couldn’t help but to apologise more but ong was understanding

“i guess this is for the best, y/n. i can’t force you to like me anyway,”

you looked at the ground

“its fine, y/n, really. i won’t stop caring about you. anytime you need me, im always here to lend a shoulder okay?”

he smiled

i couldn’t help but give him a hug

“thank you so much ong”

you let go of him, and continue your search for daehwi

running out of the main block, you were starting to lose hope

until you see daehwi outside in the school yard sitting alone on the bench, staring up at the sky

you slowly approached him

“daehwi..?”

he turned to you, but all you saw was hurt in his eyes

“what?”

he snapped at you, hurting you as well

“look daehwi, i need to explain-”

“theres no need to explain anything. why are you chasing me anyway? shouldn’t you be caring about someone else?”

he looked away from you

you sat down beside him

“look daehwi, i have no idea what you are talking about, ong is but a friend to me”

he looked back down at his hands, his thumbs were fiddling with one another

“but.. but.. you’re so close to him. don’t you like him?”

he turned to face you

“no i don’t daehwi,”

he seemed a slight bit relieved as he looked at the bushes of flowers in front of you two

“actually, i like you,”

he turned to you, as his eyes widened

“a-are you sure? but seongwoo hyung is handsome, smart, and a way better option than me”

you held his hands, lifting them to chest level

“daehwi, stop persuading me to like someone else, or i’ll really leave~” you teased and stood up

“nonO y/n!!”

he exclaimed and held on tight to your hands, as his face turns salmon pink and looked downwards

you found it so adorable

you poked his cheek

“so cute..”

“y/n! im not cute, im a man..”

he hugged your torso while still sitting down, making you giggle

his face squished against your abdomen as you stroked his smooth and silver hair

“i like you too, y/n”

he looked up at you, smiling at you

his smile literally brightens your day

your relationship after that incident was full of fluff!

he will love you a lot when you love him back

loves to hug!

literally always craves for your attention, and you find it super adorable, even though he always says he’s a strong man

✿ ahh i hope that was enjoyable to read!

✿ suggestion boxes are still open~ do send me requests if you want me to do any! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

-crmbs

#wanna one #lee daehwi #wannaone scenarios #wannaone scenes #wannaone

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