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wandasaura · 24 days

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I CANT PROMISE PICKET FENCES

summary — maria’s always been married to her job, but lately she’s been married to the idea of a future with you

prompt — sharing long term dreams, goals and aspirations with one another x talking late into the night

song — black and white by niall horan

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Spring with Maria always felt fresh. There was just something about the way the flowers enhanced the blue in her eyes and the way her muscles got softer with the weather. She was still your hard headed girl, a woman that would not be swayed easily no matter who she was up against, but a delicacy came to light within her when the weather warmed up and the cherry blossoms bloomed.

It was your opinion that Maria looked especially ethereal dressed in uniform. The navy blue material brought out the softest wisps of gray in her blue eyes, and the slickback hairstyle she incorporated into her daily appearance was particularly eye-catching, exposing the harsh cut of her jaw and the sharp contour of her naturally slim nose. It wasn’t as soft as her wardrobe at home; loose fitting sweatpants that did wonders for her waistline and some old t-shirt that she claimed had too much sentimental value to toss in the donation pile, but still, to you she looked absolutely diaphanous. You supposed you had to appreciate the uniform, she wore it more often then she did her own clothes, and even now, it was clad to her body like a winter glove as she spun around in her desk chair, two black pens twirling between the slender fingers that were skilled in delicate acts of intimacy. Those same fingers that twirled ballpoint pens between bruised knuckles were fingers that had traced every inch of your skin, and simultaneously pulled a trigger to end the life of someone who had started this life out as an innocent. Maria Hill didn’t have a violent bone in her body, but she owned a heart that fought for justice.

The bed that Maria had picked out for your bedroom was big. It was big enough for two people to roll around in with an abundance of space between warm bodies and the abrupt edge, but most nights you occupied it alone, and the expense of soft memory foam around either side of your body felt suffocating. Most nights, you occupied Maria’s chosen side of the bed, curled up tight with the blankets pulled taught around your shoulders. Her pillows smelt of the shampoo she favored each time you went grocery shopping, but the sheets lingered with the notes and elements of her perfume that she sprayed all of her clothes with routinely. She was the only woman you knew that kept a bottle of perfume on her bedside table, but you were grateful each night you fell into bed alone and became enveloped in her delicate scent.

The bottle of perfume on her nightstand had become your temporary tripod as you propper your phone up against it, cocooning yourself beneath heavy blankets and soft pillows as she laid on your side to really look at her, and although the room you occupied was dark and dressed only in slivers of moonlight that slipped into the bedroom, she could see every blemish on your face perfectly. The fluorescent lighting of the helicarrier gave her a radiant glow, and the brightness of her settling bled into yours like she wasn’t really so far away. That thought was merely for your own comfort, realistically you knew that she was somewhere far right now, probably hovering over the rubble of Sokovia or perhaps even farther. She wouldn’t be home for another three nights, but for a moment, if you let yourself drown in the symphony of her laughter that was as sweet and fresh as the songs of a hummingbird, it felt like she was with you.

“How’s Clint doing?” You questioned softly, cheek pressed firmly against the pillowcase beneath your head and muffling your words slightly. Maria’s lips twitched upward into a fond grin, and her blue eyes traced every shadow across your face as she memorized the sight of you.

“He’s hanging in there. Misses the kids, misses Laura. He and Nat have been really overdoing the Budapest jokes.” Maria rolled her eyes fondly, her agitation merely pretend as she thought about the birdbrain man and the silent dancer that found themselves beneath her wing. You’re glad that she has some semblance of familiarity, that she’s not entirely alone to act as the Deputy Director, but you miss her either way.

“Laura’s been sending me pictures of the kids.” You smiled, propping your head up on the pillow with your fist, eyes dancing across Maria’s face as you scan her for injuries she’s conveniently forgotten to mention. Your lips curl further upward when you come up empty handed, but you can’t relax completely knowing there are still hours in the day and multiple nights before she’s home safe and awake from warfare. “Lila and Cooper got into the chicken coop yesterday. Had a water balloon fight with the eggs.”

Maria’s nose crinkled at the thought of two young children she was entirely fond of pelting each other with eggs, but there was something different in her eyes at the mention of the Barton children. Conversation always flowed between the pair of you naturally, and the lifestyle of Laura Barton was something you’d discussed in length, both of you friends with the woman who had suspended her life in duty to raise three children. You’d never seen Maria so conflicted over a story of her latest adventure, but recently she’d been falling into her head a lot more, surrendering to whatever daydreams she liked to construct when the present became too boring. “Penny for your thoughts?” You offered quietly, eyes kind and questioning.

Maria’s silence stretches, her expression becoming increasingly conflicted, but eventually her voice fills the bedroom again and it’s like she’s not really gone at all. “Do you ever think about what Clint has?” She asks softly, soft enough for you to pick up on the fact that she’s not asking in the generic sense; she’s wondering if you want what he has. Maria’s always been open about the fact that she’s content in her career, she’s not overly fond of the travel, but she’s content with devoting her life to two things; you and shield. The question that hangs in the area is uncharted territory, but you’re ready to dive into the adventure with her. You’re ready to talk about a future outside of Shield and how you see your life in five, ten, fifteen years. You’re ready to love her eternally, because you know that you have since the moment she asked you to be her girlfriend.

“I do. I especially like to think about you in a pair of overalls collecting eggs.” Your giggles pulled a smile over Maria’s features, completely ridding the looming tension that pulled at her eyebrows and replacing it with that lightness that only spring could create. “I do, Mia. I think about it all the time. I was just waiting for you to be ready. Are you? Ready, I mean.”

Maria was always a concentrated speaker. She thinks fully and deeply about the conversations she holds and the responses she gives, especially to those she cares about personally. She’s extremely rash in her decisions that involve adventure, she’ll wake you up at four in the morning talking about racing the sunrise and finding the coast to watch it fully, but her words are always heedful. Nobody can believe that after so many years together you’ve never fought, but if they took the time to know Maria the way that you do, that wouldn’t be so hard to understand. She didn’t hesitate to nod her head at your question, though. She took no time to consider how she felt about your future. Even if she didn’t say it, she didn’t half to. Just by knowing Maria you know that this is something she’s been shifting over for months. The thought of her cementing your future in her mind before she dared to bring it up to you brought a light smile over your lips.

“Two kids. I know you said you wanted three when we first started talking, but I think we’d be perfect for two. Two little boys, not twins, but close enough in age that everybody who sees us stops to ask. We’d use the same donor for both of them, so they know that no matter what anybody tells them about having two moms, they know that they’re connected and they’re brothers.” Maria trails off, a soft smile on her face that you want to kiss away until she falls into a fit of giggles. Instead, you clutch one of your pillows to your chest, hugging it tightly and wishing it was her.

“Two boys, huh?” You quirked a teasing eyebrow. “You want to be a boy mom, Maria Hill? Think you can handle all the wrestling matches and dirt?”

“They’ll know better. We’ll teach them to take their shoes off before they come in from outside. I’ll wrestle with them. Clint was talking about these play couches Laura got the kids. We’ll get them for the boys, set them up on the floor so nobody gets hurt. But we’ll sit on the couch behind them and watch. We’ll kiss imaginary boo-boos and we’ll play dress up. We’ll teach them that it’s okay to cry, and it’s okay to need a hug. It won’t be like the way I was raised. They won’t hide their mistakes in fear of our reaction, and when they’re teenagers they’ll think we’re badass. I wasn’t ready to think about all of this before. I wasn’t ready to find out if I’d be just like my parents, but I’m ready now. I’m ready to start talking about everything, and buying a house. We can’t live in that apartment forever, I won’t let you live in that apartment forever. I can’t promise a picket fence life. I can’t say that I’m ready to leave my position entirely, but I am ready to start prioritizing our future the way that I prioritize the now.”

You held onto every word that fell off of Maria’s lips and filled the silence of your bedroom so cautiously. Your eyes glimmered with tears that pool in your waterline, disrupting the image of her sat at her desk in front of a stack of papers and mission reports, and although unconventional to be having this conversation for the first time continents away from one another, it’s entirely perfect. She’s perfect. “Five year plan. We’ll find a house, we’ll start the process. I don’t need a picket fence life, Maria. I just need you.”

A yawn pulled at your lips, nose scrunching as you snuggled deeper into her side of the bed. The time on your phone didn’t feel like an accurate depiction of the hours that had passed since you called her, but as the early hours dawned closer and closer to sunrise, you knew that eventually you would fall asleep, and when you woke up it would be a new day but the bed would still be lonely. You weren’t ready to say goodbye to her yet, you wanted to talk about the future until you were blue in the face and she was home by your side, but Maria never let you compromise your schedule. “Sleep, sweetheart. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Stay with me.” You whispered softly, eyes fluttering shut as you surrendered to the pressure of exhaustion behind your eyes. It had been a long three weeks of missing her, but the time apart only grew smaller each time you fell asleep. Even so, you didn’t want to fall asleep alone in a home that you share with her. Even if she couldn’t hold you, you wanted to fall asleep knowing that she was watching you like she did every night when she was here. “I just want to know that you’re here, at least partially.”

You couldn't see Maria, but you knew that she was smiling at you, probably with the cap of her ridiculous Stark Industries pen between her teeth. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be right here.”

You smiled, nodding your head. “I love you, Mia.” “I love you too, cariña.” You didn’t open your eyes to see her smile, but you could hear it in her voice, and only seconds later, you fell asleep knowing that the future you had always wanted was one step closer to fully being yours.

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astrogre · 4 months

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What gifts to buy for each Venus sign

Christmas is among us, my favourite season and time of the year. Venus is the planet of love, by nature it can display what we like to receive from others but if you don’t know their Venus or the house it’s in you can try to look at the persons Sun sign instead but Venus is ideal.

A gift based on their:

Sun sign will make them feel seen and like you know them well, it will be a gift they may appreciate

Venus sign is all they’ve ever desired it’s the pinnacle of their ideal gift. Especially as Venus represents how we like to receive and experience love

Aries/ 1H Venus

Gym membership, running shoes, thrill seeking experiences like tickets to bungee jumping, rock climbing, a skydiving event, gym outfit, tickets to their favourite artist, tickets to festival, cool lighter, archery classes, tickets to sports games, a shirt with their teams logo or merch from their favourite artists, scissors set, cooking tools, hair styling products like hairspray, hair dye, Fitbit/apple watch, knives set, sports gear, heavy bass headphones, tickets for those room smashing experiences, take them clay pigeon shooting, family destroying board games like Risk or Catan, diy tattoo kit, diy piercing kit, theme park tickets.

Aries Venus are by nature thrill seekers, Aries is ruled by the head and has 1st house influences, they can certainly appreciate something that ignites passion, they are impulsive and quick by nature to pursue what they desire. They need gifts that match their decisive nature and to let out that pent up energy they have in them, I honestly think experiences are the best for them. Or a box of hair dye for their impulsive moments

Taurus/ 2H Venus

Hire a chef or take them to a really good restaurant for a 5 course meal that serves orgasmic food and has impeccable visuals/atmosphere OR you can even arrange a 7 course homemade meal with the finest of recipes! , fine jewellery adorned with a gemstone, culinary experiences, cooking classes, kitchenware, go to fragrantica.com and find a high quality perfume to give, premium home decor, art, antique items, antique furniture, comfortable cosy clothing, hot water bottle, gardening tools, plants, selection of seeds for their garden, diffuser, essential oils, desserts like baklava/ferro rocher, luxury goods, wellness retreat subscription, day at the spa, tea set, comfy velvet winter pillows and bed sheets

Oh my Taurus natives, they know how to break a bank for Christmas and if not they can enjoy luxury on a budget! They enjoy the finer things of life of course Venus ruled, they know how to induge in pleasures and satisfaction. Due to the earthy influence they have a green finger and a natural affinity with plants and gardening, they may love flowers or want to grow plants themselves. Taurus venuses are rather easy to gift, if you know them they usually have a vice, it may be sleep, food or pure laziness, get them something according to their vice and they will treasure it.

Gemini/ 3H Venus

Really cool stationary, Spotify subscription, comedy show tickets, books from their favourite genre, a notebook, Grammarly subscription, cards against humanity board game, Duolingo subscription, multiplayer games, home kit recording studio, language learning stuff, calligraphy classes, kindle, portable car charger, Bluetooth speaker, karaoke machine, suitcase, travel accessories, a musical instrument, sealing wax kit, creative hobby supplies, microphone, podcasting equipment, audio editing software, a car, vr headset, Nintendo online subscription, Netflix/HBO/youtube/crunchyroll subscription

Gemini rules communication, short journeys and social engagement. Blessing these natives with tools to enhance their pleasant hobbies will make them swoon in gratitude, if you want to get them something make it engaging and whimsical. These natives are ruled by mercury and always welcome something that requires the mind.

Cancer/ 4H Venus

A cooking set, baking set, comfort food, commission artwork of the family, family photos, some really nice home decor, a keepsake/musical box adorned with velvets and soft materials that will store sentimental objects, a locket necklace, family recipe book make a recipe book of all their favourite foods and some foods you know they’d like, soft fluffy blanket, the family heirloom, hand crafted quilt, hand painted ceramic mug, animal crossing game, sims 4 game, games relating to the home, bring and fly in family that are far away as a surprise and cook their favourite meal together, household utilities, lush bath products, a personal chef for a day, a personal butler for a day, custom family tree art, ancestry DNA kit (please be careful though once you use them they keep your data and if they get hacked your information is out there), home movie night, comfy slippers and pyjamas, family board games, this christmas make them Christmas dinner this time.

Cancer rules the home and there’s nothing more appreciated by a cancer Venus than things that remind them of this. They are by nature expressive and nurturing, this time let them be pampered!

Leo/ 5H Venus

Hair care products, gift card for their favorite store, make them an edit no joke like a TikTok edit that makes them look really cool, one of those light up mirrors or a pretty handheld one if they don’t have one already, book them a photoshoot together if they don’t like the camera maybe post them on your social media and show affection for these bold natives, theatre tickets, bold sunglasses, luxury watch, good jewellery, VIP experiences like backstage passes or reservation to exclusive invite only restaurants, designer clothing that is a prestigious brand they love, commission style artwork, make them a playlist of songs that reminds you of them, fine wine, personalised fragrance creation that allows them to create their own signature fragrance, personalised makeup makeover, hire a stylist for them

A perfect gift for Leo’s need to have an element of self expression, luxury and incorporate their personality that garners attention from peers. They need a gift that makes them feel special, something tailored specifically for them that cannot be gifted to anyone else. Personalised gifts do well either this placement too. When I think of these natives I just think of that Meghan Trainor music video “Me Too” watch that and you’ll get their vibe.

Virgo/ 6H Venus

Skincare products, a blender for smoothies, lots of cleaning products, multi purpose aesthetic storage containers, Quora or chat gpt subscription (these guys like to be well informed), give them scientifically researched bath products that have all that vitamin breakdown qualities, make them a notion template to help them plan, quality office supplies like a desk organiser or chair, practical fitness gear like a yoga mat, a fitness tracker, get them a personal nutritionist, tailored meal prep services, bookshelf organiser system, a stylish briefcase, home office makeover (BUT PLEASE GET THEIR PERMISSION FIRST), online course subscription, digital subscription to news feed, you can never go wrong with practical things, an ikea haul, Costco membership, minimalist decor, multi vitamins, a precision watch, set of labelling and sorting tools, a neat tidy chess board, get them a nice little pet, honestly for some reason whenever I think of Virgos I think of matcha. Get them something matcha based.

Virgo Venus natives need gifts that resemble their routine and organisation, they can be rather difficult to purchase for since they have such a specific taste in mind. Gift cards are practical for them but they really need something that allows them to be more prepared. Take them out for comparison price shopping like say if you want to get them a sofa tell them you’ll take them out to Costco, Amazon, ikea, and compare the best ones. They are also very clean and efficient.

Libra Venus/ 7H Venus

Trending Make up like the fenty hot chocolit heat lip gloss, Korean skincare products, beautiful piece of art, a wedding ring 😏, bouquet of flowers, take them to a beautiful botanical garden, fashionable accessories like a silk scarf, books and courses on design, take them to a couples romantic date, a couples workshop, write them a love letter, museum date, tickets to an art exhibition, fine dining, an astrology synastry reading, if they’re single set up a blind date with someone who you KNOW they would like (make sure they’re handsome/pretty), couples retreat, love coach Patreon subscription, pottery/painting classes, relationship podcast subscription, relationship psychology books, fine fragrance/cologne

Libra is ruled by Venus and 7th house, all things related to love beauty and pleasure align with this native, even if they are single they have a natural gift for delving into relationships. Make sure that whatever gift you give them it is pleasing and sensual

Scorpio/ 8H Venus

Intimate gifts, a psychological crime documentary playlist like Epstein island documentary or YouTubers who speak of renowned cult leaders, personalised astrology reading, a dark seductive fragrance, dark artwork, dominance and submission guide book, shadow work journal with a lock on it, dark poetry and literature, escape room adventure tickets, monopoly game, dungeons and dragons game equipment, bdsm accessories, personalised erotic art, leather/latex clothing, bonding activities, empowering books like 48 Laws of Power, martial arts training, taxidermy, personal development workshops, intense workout equipment like a punching bag, chess, daggers, locks on their door or for their belongings like installing a lock for their drawers, buy them a ring camera and subscription, wine tasting experience

Give them something sultry and deep, it has to be psychological and empowering. They are not impressed by superficial gifts that mean nothing to them. They really like gifts that allow them to explore their nature and the darker aspects of existence.

Sagittarius/ 9H Venus

A scratch off map that allows you to scratch off countries you’ve been to, a surprise holiday where you take them abroad, Duolingo subscription, a wanderlust journal for them to document their experiences, passport accessories, an electric guitar, drums, take them to a fireworks display or do one at home for them, a telescope, a drone, binoculars, philosophical books or religious books based on their own beliefs and religion, running shoes, horse riding in the sunset experience, musical instruments, motivational and positive affirmations book or make some for them yourself, a book collection of all their motivational and positive messages they have said, a compass, pay for their tuition for a course they’ve always wanted, traveling stuff like suitcases, pillow for travelling, a portable flask, a disposable camera, a Polaroid camera, a tent, tickets to a cultural festival, hiking gear, skiing gear, camping gear, sketchbook, a donation in their name

Sagittarius Venus and 9H venuses love the concept of exploration whether it be in the mind or physically, the best gift you could give them is one that allows them to take in so much culture, information and experiences.

Capricorn/ 10H Venus

Customisable credit card (CUCU is a good site for this), a nice power suit like business attire, vintage pocket calculator, cufflinks or a tie, formal shoes, pay for their CV to be analysed by professionals in their industry, elegant timeless clothing and jewellery, make them business cards, get them a corporate slave (an assistant will do), pay for business class flights for their next trip abroad, project management courses, tickets to Ted Talk event, take them to and big them up at networking and entrepreneurial opportunities, a sleek desk, submit their work for trophies and awards, quality furniture, Starbucks or their fave coffee place gift cards, a fountain pen, personalised desk name plate, professional photoshoot, designer accessories like a Swiss watch, leather wallet, cheque book, pay for a professional calligrapher to design their signature, time management software

Our sweet cap Venuses and 10Hers need their professional acknowledgment, give them anything timeless and a way for them to better themselves. They love being the best of the best so give them things that support their ambitions.

Aquarius/ 11H Venus

A 3D printer, high tech phone, a gamer console, smart home device like Alexa, chat gpt subscription, AI art pieces of them, rubix cube, VR headset, bespoke one of a kind art piece, tickets to a science technology conference or musem, networking events, phone case, futuristic home decor, membership to an niche club their interested in, mini indoor garden like a plant terrarium, pay for an astronomy stargazing experience for them, alt clothing, goal setting journal, a camaraderie for their friendships can be a bracelet for an example, tickets to a unique workshop according to their niche interests, video editing software, a unique invention prototype for the industry their interested in say if it were cars then a mini Tesla or something, volunteer together, design software, film festival tickets, social cause merchandise, unique fashion piece, astronomy kit, an AI boyfriend or girlfriend, take them a Ted talk.

Always remember the specific niche interests of these natives they like things that are very niche and so sometimes asking them is actually the best thing to do. But make sure it’s something they’re passionate about not all of these natives live tech but they certainly are innovative.

Pisces/ 12H Venus

Seashell necklace, watercolour paints, fantasy book collection, their favourite mangas, handmade artwork, stained glass window art, dream interpretation book, flowerpedia book, vinyls, yoga mat, contact lenses, tickets to their favourite artist like mitski or the sort, create a playlist for them that’s about fantasy and imagination, they might like Disney consider taking them to Disneyland, windchime, subscription to mindfulness app, astrology book, go to the aquarium together, windchimes, art supplies, a dream journal, sound healing instruments, pay for their spiritual retreat, zen garden decor, a mystical music box, water fountain, take them to a mesmerising body of water, prayer mats, diary, write them a heartfelt letter of how amazing they are, take them to a nature retreat, wearable art

Dreamy imaginative gifts would be perfect for these people, they need gifts that allow them to appreciate their escape world where they have a reality that’s just better than here. Give them things that are as beautiful as their inner world.

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waitimcomingtoo · 2 years

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Her Perfumes Holding Me Ransom

pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: your new perfume makes Peter unable to keep his hands off of you

Warnings: not smut but still inappropriate so don’t engage if you’re a minor or I’m telling your mom 😡

Masterlist

“Are you almost ready honey?” Peter asked as he fixed his hair over your shoulder as you both stood in front of the mirror. You were getting ready for a house party together in your dorm.

“Almost. Just give me a second.” You said as you put on some lipstick.

“Okay. Take your time.” Peter kissed your bare shoulder before going over to wait by the door. You picked up your new perfume and rubbed it behind each ear and then on your wrist. You rubbed your wrists together to spread the scent and the put the bottle down. Peter immediately perked up and started to sniff the air. He felt all the blood rush to his head, then rush straight down. He turned around and looked at you as you were fixing your hair.

“What’s that smell?”

“Probably me. I’m wearing a new perfume.” You shrugged and walked away from the mirror.

“That’s perfume?” Peter asked as he sniffed the air again. He smiled a little as the most delicious scent he had ever smelled filled his nose. It was overwhelming him, but in a good way. He sniffed the air again and let out a happy sigh.

“Yeah. I found it online. It’s supposed to mix with your natural pheromones or something and enhance your natural scent.” You told him as you grabbed your purse.

“Oh.” Peter said quietly as his face turned a deep red.

“Why? Do you not like it?”

“No I do!” Peter said quickly. “I really do. You smell….you smell good.”

Peter was quiet for a moment as he sniffed the air again. He could barely focus because of how intoxicating your perfume smelled. Peter shook himself out of his trance and pulled you closer by the hand.

“You smell really good.” He said softly before connecting his lips to yours. You smiled into the unexpected kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck. Peter put his hands on your face to deepen the kiss as he inhaled your scent once again.

“Why don’t we just stay home tonight?” He whispered against your lips.

“You don’t want to go to the party?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to go. I’d just rather stay in tonight.” He smiled and pecked your lips again.

“And this is just occurring to you now?” You raised an eyebrow. “As we’re about to leave?”

“I just changed my mind. Unless you want to go.”

“Well it depends. Did you have something in mind that you wanted to do instead?” You asked with a coy smile. Peter smiled back and pulled you into another kiss.

“Maybe.” He mumbled against your lips.

“Maybe?”

“Yeah. I thought we could put on a movie.” He said as he started to trail his kisses down your neck while your scent filled his nose.

“And then not watch the movie.” He said before nipping at the skin of your check. Your got chills down your spine and let your eyes flutter shut as he continued to kiss you neck.

“Come on.” He whispered. “Don’t make me beg.”

“Well now that you’ve put the idea in my mind, I kinda want you to beg.” You teased as he popped his head back up.

“Pretty please?” Peter whined.

“All our friends are there.” You reminded him. “They’re expecting us to show up.”

“But wouldn’t you rather stay here with me?” Peter whined again.

“We do have the place to ourselves. That’s pretty rare.” You said as you started to give into his idea.

“Exactly. Let’s take advantage of the opportunity that has been so graciously given to us.” Peter said with a cheeky smile before pulling you into a long kiss. He nipped at your bottom lip and pulled it between his teeth as he kissed you, something a little bolder than his normal behavior. When you pulled away, your decision had been made.

“All right. Let me take off this dress then.” You playfully rolled your eyes and went to get some pajamas out of your drawers.

“Let me help you. You’ve had a long day.” Peter said with over exaggerated sympathy, making you chuckle. He took your hand and led you over to your bed, where he took a seat. He sat you down on his knee and moved your hair to the side so it wouldn’t get caught in the zipper. A chill went down your spine as Peter unzipped your dress all the way down. He then took a black hair tie off his wrist and tied your hair into a loose ponytail, the way he knew you liked to wear it when you were relaxing. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder blade before patting your hip. You playfully rolled your eyes again and got off his lap to get the pajamas you had taken out.

“Honey?” Peter asked as you stepped out of your party dress.

“Yeah?”

“Leave the heels.” He said simply, making you smile.

“Whatever you say.” You smiled deviously at him before going back over to the bed.

Just as Peter suggested, you put on a movie but didn’t watch it. Your roommate was at the party you had bailed on so you didn’t have to worry about anyone interrupting you. Peter was rougher with you than usual but you weren’t complaining. It was the kind of sex that you knew would left you sore and covered in marks for days, but you weren’t complaining about that either. As much as you loved how sweet and loving Peter typically was, you liked his dark side too. And that dark side was on full display that night in your dorm room. You’d feel guilty about disturbing your neighbors sleep if you weren’t having such a good time. He ended up falling asleep in your bed but you were gone but the time he woke up. Peter could still smell your perfume on your sheets as his hand felt around your bed for your body. He frowned when he found nothing and sat up a little. Instead of seeing you, he made eye contact with your roommate at her desk.

“Hey.” He said awkwardly.

“Hey. Rough night?” She asked flatly.

“No. It was a great night.” Peter smiled sleepily and put his head back down on the pillow. He slept for another hour before going back to his dorm, taking a shower, and going to his first class. As soon as it was over, Peter searched the hallways until he found you. He smelt you before he saw you as your perfume lingered in the air. He was sure he was the only one who could smell it, and there was something about that that he liked. He felt like one of those cartoons that floated in the air as the followed a scent. Finally, he found you in the hallway outside a class. He immediately wrapped his arms around you from behind and kissed your neck, immediately smelling your new perfume. The scent engulfed him and he inhaled it before kissing your neck again.

“Hi. I missed you.” He mumbled against your neck.

“I missed you too baby boy.” You smiled as you turned around in his arms.

“I could smell you all the way down the hall. Are you wearing that perfume again?” He whispered as he nipped at your lips.

“I sure am.” You smiled and kissed him back.

“I love it. It smells like you but times ten.” Peter smiled deviantly as he slipped his hand into the back pocket of your jeans.

“Can you multiple a scent by ten?” You teased him.

“Apparently. You smell so good.” He whined and leaned in to kiss you again. Peter kissed you for longer then you expected and you pulled away, knowing people would be looking at you.

“Peter.” You laughed in surprise and looked around the hallway at the students staring.

“What? Let people stare. I can’t resist you right now. I’m serious, I’m gonna start barking.” He said, making you laugh.

“Do not bark.”

“I might have to. I’m feeling woofy.” Peter said with a low grow and nipped at your lips again.

“No barking. We cannot be that couple. We cannot be the barking couple.” You said definitively.

“Then I’ll just stick to biting.” Peter smirked and leaned in to nip at your neck.

“We are in public mister.” You laughed in embarrassment and pushed him off of you.

“Then let’s go somewhere else.” Peter suggested as he nipped at your lips again.

“I have class.” You whined between kisses.

“And I have a massive love for my girlfriend then cannot be contained.” Peter shrugged and pulled you back into a kiss.

“Keep your massive love in your pants and let me go to class.” You snorted and started to walk away.

“But I don’t have class and I’m gonna be so bored without you. Can’t you just skip for one day?” Peter asked as he followed you like a puppy.

“And miss out on Spanish three? I don’t think so. If I skip today, we’ll probably learn something new and I’ll never be able to catch up. So my answer is no. I can even say that in Spanish. Noh.”

“You’re right. You shouldn’t skip a class just for me.” Peter sighed but didn’t stop following.

“Thank you.”

“So can I come with you?” He asked just when you thought he had dropped it.

“What? To Spanish three?” You laughed in surprise.

“That class is huge. Your professor will never know I’m not supposed to be there.”

“You’re that bored that you’re offering to sit in on my hour and a half Spanish class?”

“It’s less about boredom and more about me being clingy.” Peter admitted as he slipped his hand into yours.

“Peter.” You laughed and playfully swatted his arm.

“You’re dating a clingy man.” He said simply, making you laugh again.

“Okay fine. You can come with me. But you better behave.”

“I will. I promise.”

Ten minutes into your class, his hand was on your knee and traveling up.

“You promised.” You hissed and pushed his hand off.

“I’m just resting my hand.” Peter said innocently and put his hand back on your knee. You rolled your eyes and let it stay there as you tried to focus on your class. A couple minutes went by and his hand slowly started to travel up. You gave him a stern look but said nothing. After another few minutes, it started going up again. Another few minutes after that, it was gripping your upper thigh.

“Peter.” You hissed and gave him a look.

“My hand is cold.” He whispered.

“Your hand is not cold. You’re just a whore.” You whispered back and removed his hand.

“Maybe so.” Peter smirked and put his hand right back. You pushed it off and he put it back again. You gave him a look and aggressively shoved his hand off of your leg. He waited a few seconds before putting it back on. You let out a little huff and shoved his hand again, but he was relentlessly. He let a full minute pass before putting his hand back on your leg. You pushed his hand away again and this time, caught the attention of several students as well as your teacher.

“Senorita L/n. ¿Hay algún problema?” Your professor asked you.

“No. Lo siento Señor Chavez.” You replied and shrunk down in your seat as several people turned around to look at you.

“Lo siento mi amor.” Peter leaned over to whisper in your ear.

“Shut up. You don’t even know what that means.”

“It’s means the siento is running low.” Peter scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Dios mio.” You mumbled under your breath.

“What was that?” Peter wondered. “Don’t say things that Dora never said or I’m not gonna understand you.”

“Shut up or you’re banned from my dorm for a week.” You whispered as you tried not to laugh.

“No.” Peters eyes widened. “Please.”

“I’ll make it two weeks.” You warned.

“I’ll be quiet.” He promised.

Peter kept his promise and stayed silent for the next few minutes. You were able to concentrate on your work until you saw a little note slid across your desk.

“Can I at least hold your hand?” The note said. You rolled your eyes and held out your hand, which Peter happily took. He flashed you an excited smile before kissing the back of your hand. You bit your tongue to keep from laughing and focused on your lesson again. The class ended soon enough and all the students spilled out of the classroom. You held Peters hand as you walked down the halls and towards the dorms.

“That was so long. But at least you’re finally mine.” Peter said as he wrapped both arms around you and kissed your cheek a few times.

“Not so fast, lover boy. I have homework.”

“I’ll do it.” He offered immediately.

“You’d do my homework?” You raised a skeptical eyebrow.

“If it means I get to do you after.” Peter said simply, making you let out a shocked laugh.

“What is with you today? Did you snort smarties again?” You went from playful to serious as you asked him.

“Nope. I’m just obsessed with you.” Peter said as he slung an arm around you and kissed your temple.

“If you say so.” You chuckled and slipped your hand back into his. As soon as you stepped foot into his dorm, Peter was kissing you. He pressed you up against the door he slipped his hand under your shirt. You were a little caught off guard but kissed him anyway as he picked you up. You never broke the kiss as Peter laid you down on your bed and started to kiss your neck.

“I said I had homework.” You reminded him as he sucked a bruise into your skin.

“You can do it after.” He mumbled against your neck before taking a bite.

“After what?” You played dumb.

“I’ll show you.” Peter smirked and kissed you again.

An hour later, you were both naked and tangled in his sheets as you faced each other. Peters hair was sticking up in every direction which you found pleasantly adorable. Peter was staring at you with a fond smile as he took in your scent. Your sweat had enhanced the perfume and your pheromones even more and Peter was in heaven. He was completely intoxicated and drunk on you, and he loved it.

“Can I sleep over?” Peter asked as he traced patterns on your hip with his fingertips.

“You know I’d let you but roommate is home tonight.” You pouted and pushed some hair off his forehead.

“Then can you sleep over here?”

“What about Ned?”

“He can survive one night on the streets.” Peter said simply.

“Peter.” You chuckled. “You can’t just kick him out.”

“I can if it’s for a good cause.” He insisted.

“What cause?” You humored him.

“Because I want to have sex. Like right now. And preferably for the rest of the night as well.”

“We just had sex.” You reminded him. “What is up with you lately? It’s like you’re in heat or something. Is this because of the spider thing?”

“That spider thing? Is that what we’re calling it?” Peter chuckled as he absentmindedly played with a strand of your hair.

“Well I don’t know. When I met you, you were half the size you are now and wore glasses. Not to mention, you couldn’t barely look me in the eyes. But now you’re swoll and more confident and can do all these crazy things. And it’s not like you gave me a spreadsheet of what all your powers are. So forgive me for assuming the aggressive hornyness is because of the bite.”

“It’s not.” He smiled softly. “I’m just in love with you.“

“I know. But you’re never like this.” You chuckled as you intertwined your fingers with his.

“What do you mean? I’m always all over you, honey.”

“You’re cuddly and loving, yes. But it’s never been like this. You’ve never been into this much PDA or been this clingy. Somethings going on.”

“Nothings going on. I just love you.”

“Okay. I believe you. For now.” You said teasingly. You kissed his lips before getting out of the bed. Peter sat up and watched you as you got partially dressed, never taking his eyes off you. You were about to put your jeans back on when you saw his sad expression.

“So no sleepover?” He pouted.

“No sleepover, baby boy. I’m sorry.” You said and cupped his face as he sat on the edge of the bed. Peter let out a whine and wrapped his arms around you, resting his head against your tummy.

“Want you to stay.” He said softly.

“You’re cute when you’re clingy.” You chuckled and ran your fingers through his hair.

“I just want to be with you always. Is that so bad?” He asked as he looked up at you. You looked down at his and his puppy dog eyes and felt yourself give in.

“Fine. I’ll sleepover. But you have to clear it with Ned first.”

“I will. I promise.” Peter grinned and pulled you back down on the bed.

“Good.” You said as he wrapped his arms around you. He pulled out his phone and sent Ned a quick text to let him know about the plans.

“Ned said he’s gonna sleep over at his friends dorm. We’ll have the place to ourselves.” Peter told you with a smile.

“Great. I’m gonna go back to my dorm and shower first.” You told him. You pecked his lips and got out of the bed again, much to Peters dismay.

“Can’t you just shower here? I can even join you.”

“Ew, in the boys bathroom? No way. There’s probably bacteria living in those showers that hasn’t even been named by scientists yet. And last time I was in there, I saw a lizard.”

“That was a misunderstanding.”

“What was the misunderstanding?”

“The lizard misunderstood where he was.” Peter explained, making you laugh.

“Well in order to avoid another misunderstanding, I’m gonna go back to the girls dorm to shower.” You told him. You started to walk away but Peter shot a web at you and yanked you back towards his bed. You fell onto the bed, right into his arms, and he tightly wrapped them around you.

“But I don’t want you to go.” He whined as he buried his face in your neck.

“I’ll come right back after I shower.” You promised him.

“Why do you need to shower? It’s just me.”

“Because I was outside in the hot sun and I smell like the outdoors.”

“No you don’t. You smell great.” Peter said as he started to kiss your neck again.

“You’ve mentioned that.“ You chuckled as Peter moved his kisses up to behind your ear.

“Come on.” He whined. “Don’t take a shower. I like the flavor of the marination.”

“Oh my God.” You laughed. “You didn’t just say that.”

“Ew. I’ve never heard someone use the contraction in the sentence before. It’s “you did not just say that”. You can’t just throw “didn’t” in there like that all willy nilly. There are rules.”

“Fine. You did not just say that.” You humored him.

“Thank you.” Peter smiled sweetly before kissing your lips.

“You’re welcome. I’ll be back in twenty minutes.” You told him. You tried to get up but he rolled on top of you to keep you there.

“No.” He whined.

“You’ll be fine without me.”

“No I won’t. Stay. Please?”

“Peter. Let me go.” You laughed and tried to wiggle out of his grasp. You managed to break free and started crawled away from him but he yanked you back by your ankles. You laughed as he climbed back on top of hover over you.

“No shower. Just stay with me.” He said as he hovered over you.

“I have to shower.” You groaned and tried to crawl away again. He pulled you by the leg back towards his and leaned down to bite your butt.

“Ow!” You laughed. “No biting. Let me go.”

“I can’t. I love you too much.” He said as he wrapped back arms around your legs and rested his head on your butt.

“Peter!” You whined and tried to break free.

“What?” He asked innocently.

“Let go of me.” You said again, and he finally listened. Peter sighed and sat up in his bed while you got out of it.

“When will you be back?”

“Twenty minutes. Like I said.”

“Can you put the perfume on after you shower?” Peter asked sweetly.

“I will.” You said before mumbling, “Slut.”

“Stop it!” Peter playfully gasped. “I’m not a slut.”

“Sure. I’ll be back.” You told him as you pulled up your jeans. Peter sighed again and flopped down on his bed as you left his room. It wasn’t long before you came back in wearing a pajamas set with your wet hair resting on your shoulders. Your scent was amplified and radiating off your skin, making Peter smile wildly.

“Oh my God, finally. That took forever.” Peter said as he excitedly sat up in his bed.

“I was gone for less than 20 minutes.” You laughed at how over dramatic he was.

“I know. That was way too long. Never leave me for that long again.”

“You’re ridiculous.” You smiled softly and shook your head.

“Ridiculously in love with you. Now come here. Right now.” Peter playfully commanded and patted his lap. You broke into a smile and walked over to him, immediately going into his arms. Peter wrapped his arms around you as you both fell back onto his bed.

“This is all I wanted. I love you, honey.” Peter sighed happily.

“I love you more. And I have to admit, I kind of like clingy Peter. He’s cute.” You smiled softly at him as you rested your chin on his chest to look up at him.

“Clingy Peter likes you.” Peter returned the smile as he played with your wet strands of hair. You propped yourself up so that you could kiss him again, which he happily accepted. He put his hands on your face and rolled on top of you. One hand slipped underneath your pajama top as he moved his kisses down your neck and chest.

“Hmm. You smell so good.” He mumbled against the skin of your neck.

“Well I just showered.” You reminded him.

“It’s not that. It’s just you. You naturally smell amazing.”

“This is so Twilight. You don’t even know.”

“Less talking more kissing.” Peter said against your lips before kissing you again. You made out on his bed for a minute until Peter had to pull away for air.

“You smell so fucking good.” He mumbled before going in again.

“Oh my God. Wait a minute. That’s why you’re whoring out lately? Because of my perfume?”

“I wouldn’t call it whoring out.” Peter mumbled under his breath.

“I would.” You snorted. “And now I know why. It’s because of my pheromones, isn’t it? That’s what’s got you all drunk in love.”

“I just like the way you smell.” Peter said sheepishly. “It’s really attractive to me.”

“Really? You’re attracted to my scent?” You asked with a coy smile.

“Yeah. I can’t explain it. It’s just amazing.” Peter sighed happily as he took in your scent.

“It’s just perfume.” You chuckled.

“It’s not just perfume. It’s you. I wanna sip you like a cup of tea.” Peter growled a little as he leaned in to nip at your neck.

“Oh really?“ You sighed happily as he sucked another bruise into your throat.

“Yes. I can’t get enough.” He whispered between kisses.

“And you’re sure this isn’t a spider thing?”

“No.” Peter said after hesitating for a moment.

“Oh no.” You chuckled. “What’s that pause for?”

“It might be a little bit of a spider thing.”

“So I was right!” You gasped and sat up with an excited smile.

“I said might!” Peter reminded you. “I have enhanced smelling. I can always smell you, but the perfume makes it ten times better. So much better, in fact, that I simply can’t resist you.”

“I guess I should wear it more often.” You smiled deviously.

“I might snap you in half if you do.” Peter smirked and leaned in to kiss you.

“What?” You laughed against his lips.

“That was supposed to sound sexy.” He whined. “I mean I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you.”

“Oh yeah?” You smiled. “Well that’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.”

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7 minutes in heaven - shohei ohtani au

summary: Y/N snoops around famous football player Shohei Ohtani’s locker in search for a scandal against his clean record but ends up in one herself.

tropes: friends with benefits, friends to lovers(?)

tw: *slight* smut, mentions of sex, oral (f receiving)

word count: 30,033K words (i'm SO sorry in advance holy shit)

hi! it's been a while. when i made this account, i vowed to write at least once a week but it had been so difficult this month juggling work, my chronic migraines, and seasonal depression (lol).

please note i did not proofread this so plsssss i apologize for grammar mistakes and inconsistencies!!

posting this on the last day of 2023, hoping to give everyone a good read before we welcome the new year. so thankful for this small space to try, linger and reset all over again. hope you had a very merry holidays with your loved ones.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.

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Locker Lockdown

At around thirty minutes past four in the afternoon, I skimmed the clubhouse for any signs of life. It was only the quiet that prevailed. Clear.

I tiptoed my way towards the player locker room. I only had around ten minutes to locate the correct locker and take whatever I could find. Discovering the locker area to be empty and unguarded, I felt a surge of excitement.

Six years later, I couldn’t get my big break and decided sports journalism could catapult me into somewhere big in the industry. This is my last chance to prove myself, otherwise I’d have to reconsider going back home and write Hallmark greeting card messages again.

Shohei Ohtani’s jersey number is the number 17. Lucky bastard, after all these years and even after going through free agency, he got to keep his famous number, even at the cost of having their senior player give it up for him when he joined the football team.

And here you might be wondering why I’m doing this aside from my sheer desperation to get an official spot in the workplace and not eat scraps of topics editors discarded for themselves.

Some people are privileged to a fault.

And I hate seeing him on TV. Or on social media. Or his Colgate-white smile plastered all over my favorite beer and skincare brands.

Some would say this is the TMZ tabloid level of writing. I say this is investigative journalism. Find out if the famous favorite son-in-law has any flaws of his own and wrap around a bowtie of hidden horrors of sports documentaries.

And where else can we find this but in the athlete hotpot: their locker room.

I found Shohei’s locker right away as it was the tidiest locker among all on display, with nothing but brand-sponsored clothing hung neatly on the rack. He also donned the top shelf with some dog-eared self-help titles and vitamin bottles. While the rest of the athletes have pictures of their girlfriends, wives and their kids, Shohei has an unreleased polaroid selfie with his dog, Dekopin, just right beside his perfume bottles. Dekopin was looking away, captured in mid-yawn, with his ears raised, and Shohei, smiling into the camera with pursed lips and a snapback on.

I got so immersed into reading the ingredients of his vitamin bottles, trying to find anything remotely related to steroids, or any form of illegal bodily enhancements, that I didn’t notice footsteps from outside the hall.

“What are you doing here?” a voice loomed behind me and I dropped the diet supplement bottle in panic.

Only the sound of the bottle rattling could be heard as I locked eyes with Shohei Ohtani, tall and all muscular. His hair was sweaty and unkempt and his eyes held mild anger and confusion. After the bottle stopped rolling and settled somewhere on the floor between us, there was only silence and the cold sweat building up at my back.

I swallowed hard. I planned everything from studying the stadium’s entrance and exit doors but I didn’t plan on bumping into him. Not like this. Not when I’m at the lowest level of the social hierarchy right now.

I could only be ashamed.

Brain still befuddled at the thought of getting caught, I urged my limbs and picked up the vitamin bottle and returned it back to Shohei’s locker. The plan was not to respond at all and run as fast as I could before the rest of his team arrived. That was the only way to keep whatever dignity I have left.

“I said, what are you doing here?” He caught my arm mid-exit and pulled me back, tightening his grip.

“Let go of me.” I struggled to keep my balance and the way my voice wavered was no help at all.

Shohei saw the camera slung over my shoulder and looked back at me, realization hitting him.

“Y/N, are you a sports journalist now? And were you looking through my stuff?” he said, sounding almost disappointed.

“That’s none of your business. Let go of me.” I kept my voice steady but his grip only tightened. The sides of my eyes slowly formed tears.

“What tabloid media do you work for? I should report you. Would you like that? What a shame you’ll be banned from all the games now, right? You nasty journalists just won’t keep your noses away from my business.” he took my camera and deleted all the photos I took of the contents of his locker. I tried to leap for it but he was obviously inches taller than I was and I was no match for that.

“I don’t write tabloid news. If I was, my name would have been all over TV by now.” I grabbed the camera from him and sighed morosely at the lost media. A day’s work is all lost.

“My boss gave me a green light to do a documentary about the team. And the star player.” I wiggled my fingers in front of him, as if to emphasize the word “star” in front of him.

“I came here assuming you and the other players would be here for an interview but no one was around yet. So I hung around a bit and took interest in your nutritional supplements.” Lie after lie after lie. I gritted my teeth and faked a smile. The most convincing lie I’ve learned on almost all my failed dates and relationships was to stroke a man’s ego and have him talk about all the things he is interested in, making him divert his attention to something else.

“You’ve got really good, um, vitamins for muscle recovery there. Maybe that’s why you got so big and strong, right?.” He looked at me dubiously, nodding responsively to be polite. If he took the bait, then he is obviously just like any other guy I’ve ever met.

“I mean, I guess? I’ve been doing deadlifts so–”

Approaching footsteps and faint voices were heard from the hall. Shohei pushed me toward the opposite end of the hall, where the showers were located.

“Wha–” I started but was shut up when he pushed me further into the back of the shower room, swiping the doors closed.

“Shut up if you don’t want to be caught.” He growled and I recoiled back into the tiled corner. On top of me was the almost rusting shower head who had seen better days, and two bottle pumps for shampoo and body wash.

Voices and conversations were starting to fill in the locker room that was empty only a few seconds ago. The voices of men echoed through the shower rooms. You could hear the sound of water turning on from neighboring shower stalls, laughter and tired conversation in the locker area. We were surrounded.

Shohei could be heard laughing with his mates while blocking the door to the shower room I was hiding in.

“Are you using that, Sho? I could use a hot shower right now.” one of his teammates said.

“Uh, no, I was just about to use this room, sorry.” he said, almost hesitating. After a few seconds, he entered the shower room and started undressing.

I widened my eyes and shot him daggers. When he unhooked his shirt from his armholes, I was rendered speechless.

He had the body sculpted by the gods with his wide shoulders and large pecs that glinted under the light. How could someone look handsome and beautiful at the same time?

So when Shohei reached for the waist belt of his pants down, I didn’t know why I had choked on a silent scream. I looked away, embarrassed to have reacted like an inexperienced teenager. I have seen and have been with naked men before. This should be nothing new to me and my level. Or so I thought.

I stole a glance at Shohei, who was slowly walking towards me (or to the showerhead, where I stood under, obviously) in only his boxers on, gazing at me in wild amusement.

We were almost inches apart from each other, foreheads almost touching, breaths almost converging, if you may. If I stand on my tiptoes, I would be almost at his eye-level and I could peck him on the lips if I wanted to.

If I wanted to.

“Sorry, but I need to shower or someone else will try to take this stall.” His voice broke my salacious thoughts. He looked at me and turned the shower on.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes, I’m supposed to. Aren’t I? I just got off practice and I stink.” He said almost sarcastically.

“So I’m supposed to just watch you bathe and hope I get out here alive?” Water slowly dripped into my shirt, soaking my chest and exposing a bit of my underwear.

“If you didn’t sneak in here, we wouldn’t have this problem.” He concluded and pursed his lips, not looking at me.

“Shohei? You okay? You sound like you’re talking to someone.” a familiar voice floated into the shower room.

“It was a video on my phone that I forgot to pause, Ippei-san.” Shohei’s face turned red but recovered quickly, glaring at me.

“Oh, well then, I thought you finally had a girl in there. I was wrong.” Ippei laughed.

Shohei started lathering body wash on his body at the slowest pace possible. His hands glided through his chest, stomach, and into the dick he’s restraining inside his boxers. Simply having this view had me almost whimpering. If it had been another day, I would have obviously enjoyed this, having a sexy man bathe in front of me, because who wouldn’t? But under my circumstances, I’m only fairly annoyed at being a flustered, hot mess and I couldn’t do anything about it.

“Oh, fuck, now you got me wet.” I blurted a little loudly as the water splashed and got into my socks.

Shohei’s widened and panicked eyes shot at me.

In between those short seconds, Shohei was able to respond quicker than my brain could. He had faked a laugh and said loudly, “Well, that’s awkward, the video keeps on playing on its own. Let me turn my phone off instead.” gaining laughter from outside the shower area and then reaching for the small of my neck and closed whatever space was seen between us.

Based on what I had learned in self-defense training, my initial bodily reaction should have been this: If someone is coming at you from the front, a groin kick may deliver enough force to paralyze your attacker, making your escape possible. 1. Stabilize yourself as best you can. 2. Lift your dominant leg off the ground and begin to drive your knee upward. 3. Extend your dominant leg, drive hips forward, slightly lean back, and kick forcefully, making contact between your lower shin or ball of your foot and the attacker’s groin area.

Instead, when his lips touched mine, I felt my arms throw around his neck and pulled him closer. They say we’re all beggars for something, and this indulgence I had let myself be greedy for.

When his lips reached mine, I parted like the Red Sea almost immediately, welcoming him and everything that he could offer: the taste of his tongue on my mouth, the smell of honey orange and apricot from his body wash seeping through my nose as I peppered kisses on his chest, and his obviously hard dick grinding against my stomach. When I palmed him, he managed a low growl and caught my wrists.

“Not here.” he groaned.

I pushed my head back inquiringly, both of us breathing too hard.

“I have no condom,” he tucked a wet strand of hair behind my ear. Under the dim bathroom light, I could see his face and chest were flushed. “Next time?”

“Well, usually when two old friends meet after a fall out in college, they just catch up and have coffee.” I said.

He laughed and said quietly, “Okay, so I owe you.”

“The coffee or the protected sex?”

“Uh, it could go a lot of ways.” Before he could say more, I palmed him through his boxer shorts and looked up at him, trying to find his limit.

Shohei bit his own lip and tugged the roots of my hair in a bundle, pulling and tugging from the pleasure. To keep himself from making such ungodly hot sounds, he pushed his tongue down my throat and thrusted his hips back and forth against my hand.

As if to make it even, he unclasped my bra and sucked on my already soaked breasts, a satisfied groan slipped from me. We both pulled and pushed and sucked and kissed each other in the crevices the shower splatters couldn’t reach, silencing the moans before it could escape us.

In that brief and elating moment, while we muted the noise from unsuspecting people, we smothered each other’s groans and reached our highs in the quietest, most pleasurable way possible.

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7 minutes of heaven

It’s strange how I always find myself in the most ridiculous situations.

The next few occasions that I’d meet Shohei would be wordless and timed interactions in enclosed spaces. We’d see each other in public and pretend we didn’t know each other but slip each other notes of the next place we’d secretly meet. It all felt strangely exhilarating to keep a secret like a fifteen year old would, with all the sneaking and running.

We’ve explored almost every nook and cranny of the stadium, discovering hidden spots of our rendezvous. We’d meet up in a different bathroom and he’d push me on my back while he fucks me repeatedly on the bathroom sink. Pre-game preps meant I gave him blowjobs in his manager’s office hours and hours before everyone even arrived.

Of course, when we ran out of places to hide, we’d go as far as looking for the next empty parking lot and tried to fuck each other noiselessly.

“So when can I take you out for dinner?” he had asked one day, when he dragged me out to meet with him around after midnight. I wouldn’t let him inside my apartment and I refused to do the deed in his either, so he’d bring me to places that only us knew, to fuck, to kiss, sometimes to talk, but more often, to drive each other’s pleasure and only that.

Because god forbid we both catch feelings and lose the fun, right?

So no talking, no sharing of personal details, no anything.

We were in an empty parking lot, away from the lampposts and streetlights. Shohei had made sure that we were well hidden in the dark.

He had his legs spread while sitting on the driver’s seat. His hands, warm and wide, rested on my hips and thighs, lightly urging me to ride him slowly.

Soft RNB music played on the stereo, it was a quiet, still night. It was both our day off so he had wanted us to chill and take the sex slowly.

Slow meant gazing at each other’s eyes–gaze, not look–with endearment or adoration, not lust or pleasure. Slow meant thinking the unthinkable thoughts. Slow meant being vulnerable while coming undone.

And I don’t want the slow and quiet moments. I wanted the fast and rough with no time to talk, gaze or even think, just one hundred percent fun and debauchery.

“Mmm. Maybe when you show me your photos,” I avoided the question but I also knew Shohei would never show me the photos he had taken–past and present. Even when we had been buddies for an entire semester, he had, not once, shown me his portfolio.

“So probably never, right?” he gazed up at me with his creamy brown eyes, hands caressing my stomach lightly.

“Probably,” I muttered and with that he had gripped my thighs tightly and moved his hips upwards to meet me. I moaned when he hit me in the right spots. Any sign of softness he had shown a few moments ago was gone, and only the roughness and unsettling disconnection remained.

This particularly fine day, I would be standing at the mercy of his mouth. He had dragged me to an empty storage room in the east wing of the stadium, hours after practice. According to him, the area stands the exact opposite from the lockers so most people hardly come by. How he had found out about this, I had no idea.

He was kneeling in between me, my right leg hooked on his shoulder, giving him more access and my hands tugged at the strands of his hair every time he licked my sensitive clit.

Shohei’s tongue grazing against me had left me quivering in delight. He stands up and kisses me, giving me a taste. My fingers started unbuckling his belt when he felt his phone vibrate.

“Oops, Ippei’s looking for me.” He pockets his phone, looking forlorn, as if telling me he didn’t really want to go yet. “See you again next time?”

“Yours or mine?” I had asked, brushing up and straightening my wrinkled dress. And when I realized what I had done, Shohei’s eyes shot up and he beamed widely.

“I just– I- I want a proper night with sex, you know.” I explained, trying to sound nonchalant. “It’s so uncomfortable having to go commando at work after you had just literally sucked the life out of my vagina, Sho.”

“Mmm-hmm.” He smiled even more.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“What? Fuck off.” By this time, my face felt hot and had probably looked red like a tomato, which probably amused Shohei even more.

“Your place, then. I’ll call you.” he gives me one last kiss then heads out first, leaving me a dazed and pulsating mess.

A shrill sound knocked me awake. It felt like seven thousand screaming hungry babies in my ear, bouncing off around my brain like a pinball.

I looked at the digital clock on the bedside table and saw the time glinting behind the glass: 8:41 PM. I must've fallen asleep after taking a half day off from work, feeling nauseous and slightly feverish. It seemed that whatever body malaise that I have been carrying inside me earlier had sprung into a full-blown ailment.

I pushed my body up and walked groggily to the source of my misery.

Someone was buzzing the doorbell and repeatedly pounding on the door. Great.

“If you’re not dead or dying behind this door, you’re about to be.” I croaked harshly, throat burning; putting all my remaining energy in pulling the door open. I was greeted by an extremely tall man with frantic brown eyes, searching my face.

“Oh, thank fucking god. I’ve been knocking for half an hour.” he wrapped me in a tight hug, I almost collapsed. Partly because of the throbbing headache and overall discomfort that I already felt, but hugely because of the warm minty scent of Shohei Ohtani.

“Jesus, you’re burning up!”

“What are you doing here?” I said, struggling in his grip, his face resting on the curve of my neck. “You’re not supposed to be here.”

“You don’t text someone ‘at least i’ll die happy today knowing that my last meal was shoyu ramen’ and then not fucking reply after.” We were still standing by the entrance, his face now angled towards me, a look of concern or anger mixed in his face, I couldn’t tell. My cerebral cortex functions seemed to have shut down after witnessing this unexpected tenderness.

“Medicine knocked me down cold.” I shrugged weakly.

Shohei pulled me into the bedroom and tucked me back in, apologizing for his intrusion, putting down plastic bags of what seemed to be groceries on the kitchen counter, and went back to lightly scolding me for proper texting etiquette to family and friends, to anyone really. That my dark humor doesn’t translate well in messages and that I could have really died and people would think I’m joking but really, he got so scared that he went here as fast as he could.

I don’t remember much but in between fever dreams and my ibuprofen haze, I faintly remember the savory taste of rice porridge exploding in my mouth, the constant dabbing of a cold towel on my face, neck and chest, sometimes, my back, too; the smell of rubbing alcohol and a large, gentle, almost loving touch.

I don’t remember much but in between waking up in the darkness and stone-cold silence, I remember soft forehead kisses until I drifted back to sleep; of big strong arms enclosing me into a big embrace, as if to tell me, you can put your guard down now. you are safe here.

I don’t remember much from coming in and out of slumber, but I remember thinking: wouldn’t it be nice if this wasn’t a dream?

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Reset

In the end, I quit sports media on my own volition and got into a friend’s ceramics house. I have always had a thing for ceramics and sculpting as early as college, where I had met my then-professor and now friend–who happens to be the owner of mentioned ceramics house. She had always praised me and encouraged me to join her when she first opened the shop, but as someone who had musings for writing at the time, I politely declined and pursued, you guessed it, journalism.

I’ve always been good at writing, no doubt, from the way professors always had a good word for me, but I always seem to get into the wrong places every time. Time moves fast if you’re a journo, if you’re slow, then the news is rehashed news, it would just be a late-night recap at a midnight slot that no one is ever awake to watch.

Here, inside her shop, it was quiet, and time moved slowly. I can get into my laziest clothes and no one bats an eye. I can finally retire my stilettos and straight cut blazers.

It was all so going well. The customers were always mid-twenties who got interested in our social media marketing of creating your own mugs and other ceramics and always came in in groups, duos, and solos.

Slowly, I realized that not everyone gets to the places they want. Even when you work blood and sweat for it. Not all were built like, say, Shohei Ohtani, whose talent was recognized early and afforded him an automatic slot in the big leagues.

Some are born to be big icons and some, like the rest of us, are meant for smaller, softer spaces. I get that now. It finally felt like I was in the right place and pace.

All this positivity and good timing felt all too good to be true and been proven accurate when the scandal blew up.

Shohei Ohtani photographed exiting his LA apartment with a woman in his arms.

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When I say it was everywhere, I meant it exploded right in front of our faces like a million confetti, falling and twirling fast. It was unstoppable. It was inevitable.

I felt my limbs go numb when I read the morning news. There in bold and black letters was the headline, my name and a clear photo of me holding Shohei’s arm, smiling. A certain news outlet had gotten juice of us and our secret hideouts and had spread all over social media like wildfire. You know what’s funnier? The media outlet that released this was my previous employer. The same company that asked me to snuff out a controversy. While I had failed to give them the news they wanted, I had unintentionally brought them an exclusive that wrote my entire name–and face–off the map and potentially ruined Shohei Ohtani’s clean record.

Shohei Ohtani, despite his happy-go-lucky and passive demeanor, was a very serious and straight-laced person. I already knew this in university but I got to see more of this side of him when we had started the fucking thing. Even though I had clearly told him that I didn’t want any strings attached, it was unavoidable to give and receive bits and pieces of each other when we’re not naked.

I did enjoy talking to Shohei under the sheets. His ingenious ideas and the way he talked about the things he adored spilled all over him, like afternoon sunlight streaming in between curtains, making way even through the small spaces to cast his light. I basked into this warmth as much time allowed me, because who knows when I can experience the glow of his presence again after all the chaos.

He was exactly like the golden hour: a warm afternoon orange luminescence that usually only stays for ten to fifteen minutes a day. If you wait too long to look up, he disappears quickly as he goes, leaving only the faint orange, yellow and pink hues chasing after him before the black of the night takes over you.

Well, now the fairytale has run its course and the sun has set to announce that golden hour is over. Night has finally fallen on me and I’m feeling scared and alone.

The first thing I did was to grab as much stuff as I could and put them all in my luggage and filed for an indefinite leave.

As if like clockwork, my phone rang and saw Shohei’s name on the caller ID. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. What could I possibly say to him? That I used him just for the clicks and the views? That after all this time we spent together, he would realize that I am still the same despicable, scathing piece of garbage who’d trample on anyone just for a few cents?

So I don’t answer. Even when he calls back again and again and leaves me twenty or more messages by the hour. I turned my phone off. The latest message from Ohtani coming up on the notifications bar read, “Where are you?” before the screen flashed to black.

I have nothing but my pride left. I’d like to keep it that way. In such a way, I was embarrassed, too. I thought I finally had something to brag about. A job that I actually liked and enjoyed, a peaceful mind, and the possibility of liking a guy who had shown me nothing but kindness.

And because I couldn’t handle all of this, I handled it like I have always handled things: I ran away like a coward.

I rode a bus without reading its destination card and let it drive me away as far as it could, to someplace where no one knew me or Shohei Ohtani, or had any idea about the news.

The bus drove away and I never looked back.

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Waiting Until My Spring Comes Again: Shohei’s POV

Just like that I lost her. She wasn’t even mine to begin with.

When the news broke out, I was so furious that I wanted to drive to the news outlet that published the article and give them a piece of my mind. I knew my blind rage would have done more damage so I didn’t.

Instead, I looked for her and wanted to let her know that whatever happens, I won’t drop her just like that. That I’m willing to acknowledge the rumors and make it official, if she wanted to.

I’ve always been open to the idea of taking it to the next level with her but every time I broached the subject, she would change the topic, get into a foul mood, or try to pick a fight with me. Which I found endearing. She’s so adorable when she pouts. And when she pushes her luck thinking a five foot four girl like her can withstand someone as tall as me.

I just can’t help but laugh and feel a flutter in my stomach. She’s someone who has been adorable and held a special corner in my heart.

Y/N’s face was so expressive and whatever emotion she was in it would always be evident on her face. When she’s happy, a dimple on her cheek shows up. When she’s feeling sad or down, she’d look downcast and would prefer that you leave her alone. When she’s thinking about something deep, she would chew on her lower lip and always had a blank almost unfocused stare. Despite her many faces, I’m sure as hell that I love all of them. I wanted to be by her side when all this shit happened, I wanted to see which face she was making. Is she pissed like I was? Is she sad? I wouldn’t know. The moment her number didn’t connect after I had tried reaching her, I already knew that she was avoiding me.

I lost count of how many messages I had sent her, of how many missed calls and voicemails I left her. She was unreachable. She gave me her spare key so when I tried visiting her apartment, it was empty.

She was gone.

And only the traces of her lingered in her apartment. Her unwashed mug with leftover stale coffee was on the kitchen counter, specks of lipstick staining the mouth. Dirty clothes hanging on her bathroom door, forgotten and unwashed. The peachy scent of her purifier that always latches on to her clothes whenever we go out. Her unread books on her coffee table, some dog eared and annotated.

Everything that I love about her is here except for her and I miss her.

For the next couple of days, I dodged the media and focused on training, playing and practicing. Those three over and over again. I tried to not think about her and lose sleep because of her. An athlete’s wellbeing is connected to quality sleep.

But she was everywhere I went. Pieces of her were scattered all over the places I avoided, and it was my fault really, for bringing her to places we usually hid. For hoping that someday, the secrets we hid would be our stories to tell. Now I just let her memories rot inside my heart, where she should be.

I thought it would be easier when you just let it slip by but the more days that passed without seeing her, the more I feel a gnawing pain in my heart. She had sucked all my sunlight and took it all away with her.

I want her back.

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My Answer is You

Eleven days. It took me nine days to realize running away was a bad idea.

When I first got off the bus, I thought the place looked familiar. Turns out, I rode the bus to my hometown, to the very south and the last bus stop until it turned around to go back to the city.

When I appeared in front of my mom–the first time in a long time–she had immediately said, “Did something in the city?”

The moment she asked, I broke down in tears. She shushed and consoled me while I cried like a little kid. Like the way I had bawled to her when my first boyfriend broke up with me, or when my love birds died from illness, the other from loneliness.

It feels like I would die of loneliness, Mom. I had said.

Did he really say that? Did he tell you that it’s over? She cooed.

I was embarrassed to admit to my mom that no, Shohei had never told me anything because I had shut him out even before I could give him the chance. But what if that call was already the end of it all? What if answering his call meant exactly what I had thought. That would shatter me more.

So, no, Mom, you can call your daughter a coward but in her heart, it’s all over.

The next forty-eight hours at home was a blur. After feeding me with what feels like a day’s worth of homemade dishes, she made me wash the dishes, clean my old room, and the living room as well. And when that wasn’t enough, she made me go with her to the night market and bought whatever seafood she could find to feed me.

Is this what you did when Dad left? I wanted to ask her. Did you go around acting as normal while nursing a wounded heart? Did you go all through that facade just to show me that you were strong for the both of us?

She had her back to me, her hands pale and creased with age, showing signs of passage of time and her hardwork to put me to school. I know she was trying to make me busy to keep my mind off of Shohei. I’m not sure if she fully understands the scandal but she was trying her best to keep my head above the water. Probably just like how she always did.

I wish I was strong like you, Mom.

On the fourth and fifth day, she had let me work under the sun harvesting corn. Which I absolutely despised. I had to wear sun hats and these jumpers to cover myself from the heat.

“It’s cheap labor for letting you stay and eat my food,” she said when I complained. “Tomorrow, you’ll help me sell these at the market.”

As the days grew idly by, I’ve grown more accustomed to rising early and eating less meat and more vegetables. I willingly went out of the sun more to do housework, like hanging clothes, watering Mom’s plants, however, I was still not willing to harvest her vegetables, which she made me do a lot. When I say a lot, it means everyday since then.

On the eleventh morning, I woke up earlier than usual and found my mom already awake. She busied herself with a cup of coffee.

“Good morning, mom.” I yawned, grabbing my own mug.

“After breakfast, pack your things and go back to the city.” She said quietly.

“Huh?” I’m not sure I heard her right. Is she kicking me out?

She pushed today’s newspaper into my hands and pointed at an article. An article shows a picture of Shohei smiling at the camera, behind him was a framed candid photo of me turning my head just in time when the camera clicked, I was wearing a sleeveless shirt, a shawl draped over my shoulders, and the wind blowing my hair and covering my face slightly. Just by looking at the photo, it looked like a time when Shohei and I drove to the beach. He had brought his camera and took a lot of photos.

The article said, “Portfolio on Love: Shohei Ohtani’s Photographs Displayed for A Cause.”

“....and when the powerhouse athlete gets a day off, he plays around his camera and takes photos of anything, everywhere. He reveals Insider Today that for the first time ever, he is displaying his portfolio to the public at the Grand City Museum starting today until the 31st of the month, with the theme of “hello, love, are you there?”

“...’I don’t know how else to define love but this. I hope when the public sees this, they will instantly know that my photographs are a reflection of my love,’ he said.

“When asked if this was a confirmation to the rumors flying around recently, he just smiled sadly and said, "I'm hoping that this answers everyone’s questions, especially hers.”

“If your face is plastered on all of the newspapers, it wouldn’t make sense to stay here longer.” Mom said after a while. She had finished her breakfast and took them away to the sink.

“It doesn’t end well if you’re too afraid, my darling.” she said, not looking at me. “To love and to be hurt is to be brave. If it doesn’t work out after facing him, then by all means. Come home. My doors are always open for you. And I will feed you rice cakes while you harvest my corn.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. She wasn’t a hugger but welcomed my hug and patted me on the shoulders. “Now go, before all the chismosas wake up and corners you.”

I packed my bags and left home, my heart pieced back together. It was not wrong to go home and seek shelter. What I did wrong was leaving Shohei all alone when he took most of the fall.

Five hours, one taxi ride, and a ten minute walk later, I arrived at the city museum, nervous, anxious, feeling a little lightheaded and hesitant. I wiped my sweaty palms and got inside.

It was not as packed as I had expected, probably because it was a little over after lunch, though there was still a relatively big crowd overall.

When I stepped into the hall featuring Shohei’s displays, I felt a surge of emotion. It was a collection of all the photographs of his loved ones. In a black and white collection, he had photographed his parents holding hands while walking in the snow, a photo of his dog sleeping idly on his couch, a photo of the football stadium in a wide angle shot, showing Ippei and the rest of his teammates playing a warm up game before practice.

When I turned to a corner, that’s when I saw it. There were multiple frames hanging intricately on one side, showing all of the photos he took of me. One during university days, where I was showing him a strangely large eggplant during our photo walks at the market. There was another with me looking at him angrily for reasons I couldn’t remember, and a more recent one, in the middle, where he was holding my hand while I walked forward, back facing the camera.

On the metal plate below were words that read in cursive: “2009–present. Moments of love that I hold dear.”

At that moment, tears had started rolling down my cheek and I couldn’t help but sob. The onlookers nearby started moving away, probably weirded out by the sudden burst of emotion over some piece of art.

They weren’t just pieces of art. These were moments when Shohei and I were together and maybe realized that it was love.

By then, someone on my left offered a handkerchief and I gingerly took it, wiping my tears-strewn face. I muttered an apology for ruining the fabric.

“This is not the first time someone cried in front of my photographs. Some were absolutely heartbroken after seeing them.” a man’s voice said. And that reeled me back as I turned around and saw Shohei standing in front me.

“I knew this would lure you back,” he said, smiling.

His face was a little gaunt and tired. He had dark circles around his eyes that I’ve never seen before. I could only look at him and he looked back. I had so many things I wanted to say to him, so many things I wanted to explain but he spoke first and said:

“Did you get a tan?” he started, raising an eyebrow.

“I-I was harvesting corn!” I said, covering my face with both hands. I didn’t even have the time to put on makeup or a swab of lipstick and that’s the first thing he notices.

He took my hands and held them tightly against his chest. “No one looks this beautiful even after harvesting corn.”

“Shut up,” I said looking away.

He tipped my chin and held my face. “Let’s start again, shall we?”

I raised an eyebrow in question.

“Hi, my name is Shohei Ohtani. I’m an athlete and an amateur photographer sometimes. I’ve been in love with the girl in the photographs since forever.”

I managed a smile and laced my hands around his neck. “Hi, I’m a ceramics maker and sometimes, a farmer, you should see the corn I harvest. You look so familiar. I think you look like my future boyfriend.”

His eyes perked up and laughed at our silly little game. He went in for a kiss and I obliged, feeling safe and brave in his arms.

Let them take the damn photographs and write the articles all they want, but they could never take my sunshine away ever again.

#shohei ohtani au #shohei ohtani imagines #shohei ohtani #shohei ohtani pov #shohei ohtani fluff #shohei ohtani smut

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aackxrmxn · 6 months

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Pheromone Perfume - Gojo Satoru

Warnings: sexual references.

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You had just bought some perfume… an extremely powerful pheromone perfume to be exact. “To enhance one’s confidence, sexual attraction, and desire.” You muttered to yourself as you read the back of the box. A small smile spread on your lips as you ripped the box apart and grabbed the bottle into your hands.

You looked at yourself in the mirror as you sprayed some on your wrists and the sides of your neck, an even cheekier smile came to your face when you bent down and sprayed some on the inside of your ankles. For later… you whispered to yourself knowingly.

You set the bottle down and the smell you now gave off was divine… you had never smelt so good before.

“Almost ready, my amazing baby?” Gojo cooed, as he always did, and stepped foot into the bathroom where you were doing the final touches to your hair and makeup for tonight date.

You smiled innocently, “yes, almost done. Don’t rush me Satoru…” You giggled as his hands rested on your waist and he watched you from the mirror.

He kisses the top of your head, “atta’ girl.” He smiled and turned around, but as soon as he did, he stopped in his tracks, eyebrows furrowing underneath that mask of his.

“What is it, Satoru?” You asked, clipping in your earrings and turning to face him. You did your beast not to smile. You put a hand on his shoulder blade, rubbing small circles. “Everything alright?”

He turned to look at you, and even with his mask on, you could feel the intensity of his gaze. “What are you wearing?” Was all he said.

“Me?” You pointed to yourself, playing dumb to the situation. “I’m wearing this dress you bought me that day… from the Tok-“

He cut you off, “no,” he stepped closer and grabbed your waist again, pulling you flush to his body now. A slight off fell from your lips. “What perfume are you wearing right now?”

His thumb went under his mask and lifted it entirely off his face, dropping it to the floor. Your own his widened as you saw the darkness in his normally bright blue eyes.

You were lost for words now. So this perfume really does work?

“This.” You twisted, going to grab the perfume, but his hand caught yours and you spun to see his face inches front yours. “Satoru?”

He mumbled something along the lines of, ‘don’t care, come here’, before his lips were on yours messily and rough. He wasted no time in pushing you against the sink.

“Let’s leave the date for another day, yeah?” His voice low, “I gotta make sure that perfume is never smelt by anyone but me.”

#gojo #gojo satoru #jjk #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #jujutsu gojo #gojo smut #jjk x reader

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daiseukiis · 1 year

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╰ ⋆ ❝ 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑 ! ❞ ଓ.° ╮

─꒱ this is so random, but like i was thinking about it at work. you could take my thoughts with a grain of salt, credentials to do this? i work as a cosmetician lol. ( the way i had to smell these again at work to solidify my reasoning ) if theres other characters you guys wanna see my take on go ahead and ask for them! again, opinions i think they would smell like. but definitely if you guys ever has a whiff of these scents let me know what you think!

─꒱ FEAT. ⠀⠀⠀⠀ itoshi sae, itoshi rin, mikage reo, michael kaiser, isago yoichi, kunigami rensuke, karasu tabito & otoya eita

༊*·˚ ITOSHI SAE would buy GUCCI GUILTY EAU DE TOILLETE, and i tell you when i smelt it it had sae signed all over the smell it. the citrus is noticeable, but it’s a hint of citrus and he has that aromatic, floral and lavender that just hits the spot here. there’s some soft fresh spiciness in it but the woodsy is there!! i don’t think sae ever bought it, i think his parents bought it as a present and it just grew on him and so now it’s his signature scent.

༊*·˚ ITOSHI RIN screams out CHANEL, BLEU DE CHANEL PARFUM. when i first smelt this cologne i was immediately in love— shows the favouritism here haha. but when i think of rin i think of chanel, the scent is very sophisticated and definitely one of a kind. the woodsy scent just smells so nice with his body oils, especially if there’s a citrus and amber smell with it! that hint of powder and spiciness brings out this sweetness that is hella addictive. rin just knows his stuff, and he knows he’s the shit and that’s why he wear bleu de chanel.

༊*·˚ MIKAGE REO buys the entirety of the givenchy gentlemen line, yet he specifically wears GIVENCHY GENTLEMEN BOISEE. so this is a strong fragrance, but when it collides with his oils i can totally see that the musky scent turns slightly woodsy spicy and it complements his personality. i think he wants to go for a slightly matrue vibes, nothing that will not fit his image though ( because surprisingly enough, people will buy fragrances that don't suit their appearance and it throws people off ).

༊*·˚ MICHAEL KAISER definitely wears VERSACE EROS EAU DE PARFUM. this was rated one of the top fuck boy perfumes, and i see why. it's a little spicy, but the vanilla scent is what balances the cologne, yet despite that this fragrance actually has fruity and sweet notes that puts it all together! you have that sweet and spice that surely screams kaiser to me. eros is one kaiser bought because he knows for a fact girls will continue to fawn over his smell and theres a carving of a greek god on the bottle. extra points is he becomes an ambassador for versace because i see that too.

༊*·˚ ISAGI YOICHI would wear PHANTOM BY PACO ROBANNE. this scent is slightly sweet and has that hint of woodsy to it. the fragrance develops into a more cedar scent, keeping that slight citrus and sweet smell when it mixes with his oils. i feel like the reason he bought it because the packaging is a cute robot and he genuinely likes the smell of the fragrance. he gets lots of compliments on it, which enhances his sweetness lol.

༊*·˚ KUNIGAMI RENSUKE wears CALVIN KLEIN CK BY. it is a fact and that's all i have to say. ck is super iconic, the citrus scent it gives him is refreshing, but the fragrance itself isn't labeled fresh which gives you that illusion. the woodsy musk smell starts to come out after the top notes slightly disappear, and it gives a hint of floral to him which the girls love. he's giving sweet and woodsy! kunigami didn't really think much about how others would like it, he just knew that calvin klein is very affordable when it comes to their fragrances and he's happy he has something for everyday use.

༊*·˚ KARASU TABITO is giving me DIOR SAUVAGE EAU DE TOILETTE vibes. it’s actually pretty sweet but kinda spicy? you can definitely smell the fresh spiciness it has! super aromatic, girls go crazy for this scent because it develops so good on this guy and girls will turn their heads just at his smell. the reason he doesn't go for the parfum is because it's too strong, despite knowing the ladies like it he knows that that version is in almost every guy's shelf.

༊*·˚ OTOYA EITA religiously wears CAROLINA HERERRA BAD BOY EAU DE TOILETTE. so this is fragrance is spicy, but not overwhelmingly spicy it’s that spicy that hits you in a warm feeling way. this scent has some woodsy in it, so it balances it out but you’d be surprised when you suddenly smell a slightly sweet choco and vanilla in it! he pulls off the scent amazingly that’s all i gotta say. istg this guy bought it for the soul reason it's called bad boy and magically just liked the fragrance.

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loveletters2myself · 6 months

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look clean, smell clean, feel clean 🫧🪽🕯️✨🤍

double cleanse your body! wash first with a bar soap, preferably with a wash cloth or wash glove to help with exfoliating all the dirt and sweat from the day. and replace your cloths every day. that’s why i recommend them more than using a regular loofah. those things build up so much bacteria, you’re better off using something you can wash every day. silicone brushes are great too, but do replace them after a few months. scrub well, everywhere. don’t forget neglected areas such as behind the ears, between finger & toes, belly button, etc. finish off with a body wash.

for the lady bits, keep it simple with unscented bar soap only. washing only your vulva. you want to make sure you’re cleansing between all the folds and around (and yes i know, never inside). as controversial as it is, water is not enough. sorry, argue with yourself.

hydrosilk trimstyle razor is a fav for your bikini area. billie razors are also great.

double shampoo your scalp. you’ll notice a difference. add a scalp massager into the mix!

on hair wash days, don’t forget to also wash/disinfect your hair brushes.

you can make a homemade body scrub with honey + brown sugar. lips too! or just use a exfoliating glove.

change your bedsheets weekly!!!

dry brush your body before stepping into your shower. do a few body lymphatic massages after too with a wooden body massager.

you should be brushing your teeth two times a day. flossing as well. don’t forget to give your tongue a clean. invest in a tongue scraper. and mouthwash! therabreath is my fav brand. teeth whiten every 6 months or so, depending on if needed or not. also replace your tooth brushes/heads often as recommended (every 3-4 months).

moisturize everywhere after every shower/bath. i love to lather with both body oil & lotion. don’t forget the neglected areas such as your hands, feet, elbows, etc.

i’m a two deodorant kind of girl. it’s definitely not necessary to use two, but as someone who loves smelling clean, i use both stick & spray.

as repetitive as it sounds, what you eat plays a major part in your overall scent. make sure you’re fuelling your body with good foods. hydration is also important.

find a signature perfume that suits your skin’s ph level. even better if you find a body lotion of that same scent or similar, enhances the smell! extra tip, spray some on your comb before brushing out your hair.

use safe feminine wipes for bathroom use, rael is a great brand for wipes + pads. even better, use a peri bottle.

something i think a lot of people forget to mention, stay on top of your laundry. attitude laundry detergent is great but any works fine. i also like using baking soda or vinegar to remove any odours, especially for my towels. keep small organza bags with lavender inside your closet/drawers to keep the freshness (i’ve seen people also use scent beads but i don’t use those personally). fold them as soon as they’re dry and put it away to avoid wrinkly clothes. spot treat your stains as soon as possible.

you don’t need to get a manicure all the time. however, do maintain your nails by trimming them often, cuticle oiling and scrubbing underneath nails with a small brush in the shower.

build a skincare routine that works for your skin type. keep it minimal, you don’t need an excessive amount of products. cleanser, exfoliant, serum or moisturizer is more than enough, with the occasional spot treatment & mask. not necessary, but i also like shaving my face with a face razor. definitely not something for everyone, as some do claim it makes them break out! so keep that in mind. gua shua your face for lymphatic drainage and overall skin glow.

keep your home clean. a lot of people don’t realize that you can bring around lingering odours from your home onto you.

also, ladies, pay attention to the men you’re being intimate with. make sure they practice good hygiene themselves (this applies for everyone really!). after intimacy, make sure to clean yourself off well too. your ph will thank you. if you’re concerned that your ph levels are off, speak with your gyno/doctor!

note that these tips aren’t for everyone and to follow with your discretion. 🫶🏻

#beauty/hygiene

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try to understand {m.m}

plot: he hates the way you feel about yourself

character: matt murdock x plus size female reader

He's known you for a long time, longer than Karen, longer than Foggy; you're his oldest friend. Matt knows you really well, probably better than you know yourself, he knows what you like, what annoys you; he knows exactly how to push your buttons to make you snap. He knows you so well. He understands you better than anyone has ever done before. He understands your somewhat silly fear of clowns that you've had ever since you were 7, he understands the stupid joy of watching Die Hard at Christmas brings you... He understands you.

There's just one thing he doesn't understand though.

The one and only thing he doesn't understand about you is the way you treat yourself.

For years, Matt had been trying to understand why you treat yourself the way that you do. When you're so impossibly kind to others and try your hardest to not be judgemental and yet, when it comes to yourself you're as harsh and judgemental as you like. For seemingly no reason at all, you would be cruel to yourself, constantly saying some sort of self-deprecating 'joke' or an insult to yourself.

Matt didn't like it.

He wanted to change the way that you saw yourself. He wanted to make you see yourself the way that he sees you. To you, you're the butt of the joke but to him, my god, to Matt... you're everything.

You and Matt have always only just been friends. Neither of you had ever stepped over that line as much as you'd like to. Matt knew you liked him; his enhanced abilities were a massive advantage. He heard the quickening of your pulse every time he said your name; the beating of your heart when he was near you; the small nervous catch of your breath before you spoke to him. He also noticed other things like the fact that you always wore the same perfume around him after he told you he liked it. Also, after you asked him one day what his favourite colour was and he answered red because it was a colour that he could still partially see, he noticed you would wear more reds around him. Matt noticed everything.

Matt knew that you cared about him, Foggy and Karen knew it too, but he never acted upon it despite feeling the same. Foggy was always pushing him to tell you but he never did. He wanted to keep you safe and he knew that if he became involved with you then he would risk your safety too much so no matter how desperately he wanted to be with you, he wouldn't let himself be.

That was until he snapped.

After one too many jokes about your weight said by you, Matt snapped.

"Why do you do that?" He asked, slamming his beer bottle down. You and Matt were sitting in his apartment having a drink after work.

The sudden change shocked you, "Do what?"

"The constant putting yourself down, making yourself the butt of the joke."

You didn't really know how to answer, "I-I don't know-"

"(y/n)." The way he said your name, sternly and yet somehow softly and full of care made you release a long breath, "Why do you constantly put yourself down? It's horrible."

You swallowed, fingers fidgeting with the loose threads on your jumper sleeves, "Because if I do it... no one else will." Matt frowned, cocking his head in a silent gesture of go on, "Something I learned back in high school... Some bunch of kids were ragging on me for being fat like it's not a secret, you know it and you're blind for god's sake, but they were making fun of me and I realised that I could cry and let them win or I could join in and make it seem like it didn't bother me. I joined in, I made fun of myself and then their jokes seemed to stop because instead of them saying them... it was me. If I say it first, if I start a conversation and put a joke at my expense in there then... then the person I'm talking to will be less likely to make them since I've already done it."

Your eyes watered, sniffling slightly, "It was easier for me to do it so that other people wouldn't-"

You hadn't realised Matt walking across the room to you until he was taking your hand and pulling you upwards. You asked him what he was doing and he shushed you, "Stop doing that," he whispered. A gentle hand swept your cheek and Matt smirked slightly at the dramatic increase in the pace of your heart, "Do you truly believe those things about yourself?"

"Generally, yeah..."

He shook his head, "Sometimes I don't understand you, (y/n)." You asked what he meant, "How can you say all of these things? These horrible, awful things about yourself? Don't you see how good you are?" You blinked, surprised at the turn this was taking, "You're so good and so kind and so what if you're plus size? You know how I know you're beautiful? You want to know exactly how I see you?"

"Yes." Your voice was a whisper, a wobbly emotional whisper.

"I hear the beauty in your laughter, the way your laughter brings a smile to my face, the way it fills the air like song. I hear the beauty in the way you speak to people, going out of your way to make sure that they're okay; never once judging them for how they look or their situations. I hear the beauty in the way you tell a story, breathless from laughing and you haven't even reached the punchline. I feel the beauty when you hug me. You're warm and soft and you're beautiful. Why don't you see that?"

"Matt..." He hears the emotion in your voice, he knows what you want to tell him. He hears the thud of your heart, the nervous fidgeting of your hands.

"All these years and you remain the one person that I truly want. The one person who makes everything worth it. The one person who makes me smile and takes away my worries so easily. You're it. You're that person for me. So all your stupid jokes about you not being good enough or being ugly or not being worth anything because of your weight, you're damn wrong because you mean everything to me."

He doesn't expect you to throw yourself around him, arms tight around his neck, but he catches you and balances himself easily. Your body shakes as you weep into his shoulder.

"You joke that you're unlovable and every time you do it, I bite my tongue but I've had enough... I love you, (y/n). I love your body, I love the way you feel, I love you and that is enough... You are enough." He breathes in deeply, relishing in the way your breath tickles his neck, "Do you understand now?"

You nod against him and begin to pull away when he catches your chin between his thumb and finger. You can't believe any of this is happening but as you stare to Matt your eyes flutter shut and let him kiss you, kissing those jokes and false statements away.

#one shot #os #matt murdock #matt murdock x plus size reader #plus size reader #plus size series #plus size #reader insert #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock imagine #imagine #daredevil #daredevil imagine #daredevil x reader

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counselor2017 · 5 months

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It was right out of a fairy tale. Except hotter. The unknowing Science Professor had been rendered naked before the entire class!

Sam and Johnson had teamed up to make an Invisibility Potion for their final thesis. But instead of making a person invisible; it affected the clothes! With just a few puffs from the perfume bottle, whatever cloth the potion came in contact with slowly became see-through.

The boys had convinced the Professor that it was actually a hormone enhancer and that the wearer would become irresistible. So they instructed the Professor to stand in front of the entire class while they sprayed him down.

Imagine their surprise when they all found out the hunk of a teacher also went commando that day!!!

It was two class periods later that the Professor would finally realize the truth. But by then the damage had been done. Students had recorded his class for "note-taking" purposes and had already posted them to the University's website....

#enm #embarrassed #professor

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rosepompadour · 2 years

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According to William Latymer, Anne was "never found without having some book in French in [her] hand." Anne always made sure that her books looked splendid, and the king showered her with gifts of gilt, silver and velvet bindings. But her love of luxury didn’t end with her library, spectacular though it was. During her time in France, she often dolled herself up to suit the exacting standards of that most fashionable of courts. The French courtier Brantome wrote about Anne in his memoirs, remembering her as "the fairest and most bewitching of all the lovely dames of the French court, with a gracefulness that rivalled Venus." On one occasion, she appeared in a dress covered with silver stars, with her little feet clad in velvet slippers, each adorned with a diamond star. On her head she wore a golden-coloured gauze halo, and her hair fell in ringlets about her shoulders. As one of her modern biographers notes, "Anne experimented as much with outfits and hair styles as she did with dance-steps." She delighted in enhancing her gowns with jewels. Initial jewelry was popular at the Tudor court, and it seems that Anne was fond of jeweled letter pendants; in addition to her iconic “B” necklace, she owned a brooch with “RA”—meaning “Regina Anna”—spelt out in diamonds. She especially enjoyed wearing diamonds and rubies in her hair, often in fanciful shapes such as roses and hearts; as Susan Bordo observes, "Anne must have been quite a ravishing sight dancing at court, her thick, chestnut mane cascading down her back." Ribbons could also be worn in the hair, and Anne's inventory for March of 1536 states that she owned several "fine pieces of ribbon" for putting up her hair. Her penchant for ribbons was so great that she even decorated her clavichord with green ribbons. She famously craved apples during her first pregnancy, but her favorite fruits were fresh cherries and strawberries, and in 1532, she even sent a servant to London just to satisfy her cherry craving. (She tipped generously!) Anne also used sachets filled with sweet rose petals and lavender to scent and refresh her sheets and clothes. Perfumes were widely used for the body as well, and for this purpose Anne used the services of her apothecary, Thomas Alsop. While we can't say with absolute certainty what her favorite scent was, records indicate that she had a fondness for rosewater, and she owned “small flagons and glasses for rosewater” and a gold “casting glass,” a bottle used to sprinkle rosewater and other flower essences onto the body. In the words of Eric Ives, if Anne had lived, "her wardrobe might well have rivalled the 2000 costumes which tradition assigns to that most fashion-conscious of monarchs, her daughter Elizabeth. Anne [was the one who] certainly started her child on that route."

#perioddramaedit #historicwomendaily #anne of the thousand days #anne boleyn #anneboleynedit #genevieve bujold #perioddramasource #perioddramasonly #perioddramacentral #perioddramagif #anne may not have been born to the position but she 1000% understood the assignment when it came to being queen ♕

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expulence · 3 months

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Make you perfume last FOREVER!!

💎Although social media's immense obsession with social media is relatively new, the value society places on smelling good has always been around. This comes as no surprise considering the fact that our sense of smell knows exactly what it likes and dislikes to the extent that a gorgeous scent can conjure up feelings of attraction where there otherwise may not have been any. It can enhance personal confidence, make positive first impressions on others, and contribute to overall sense of self. 💎

Okay so, benefits aside, how does one make their fragrance last longer on their skin?

Easy. Just follow these tips.⬇️

🌬Tip 1:

Apply a small amount of petroleum jelly on you pulse points before applying your perfume.

This does a few things:

🧴1. It keeps perfume molecules for longer time, which slows does the dissipation of the scent over the hours

🧴2. It also increases the perfume's exposure to air which greatly improves its projection.

🌬Tip 2:

Avoid rubbing your wrists together once your perfume is applied.

This does two things:

🧴1. It maintains the integrity of the notes, as rubbing can dull them.

🧴2. Prevents the perfume from mixing with your natural oils, which can alter the taste for the worst.

🌬Tip 3:

Invest in a good quality perfume.

This is because:

🧴1. Perfumes that a created with top quality ingredients have better shelf lives and longevity once applied.

🧴2. High quality perfumes tend to have better projection, so you have heads turning before you even enter the room.

If the perfume won't last in the bottle, then it won't last on your skin, and if you work against it, then it won't work for you...💫

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musutofu · 10 months

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【 Broken Promise 】

♡ pairing | Aizawa x ᶠᴱᴹ Reader

✑ word count | 3.3k

✎ genre | angst

✗ warnings | slight grief mentions, slight injury, mention of past injuries

It smells different. His apartment has always had a scent about it, something neutral and unassuming; laundry detergent, dish soap, glass cleaner, the occasional hint of aftershave when he bothered with the more menial details of personal upkeep. Some things are fine being neglected for a short while. Keeping off hours eventually leads to less pressing matters being overlooked. His hair, long and unkept aside from the basic washing and conditioning, his face and its pickling stubble, the cup left in the sink all day. But it doesn’t smell like unwashed dishes or forgotten laundry growing mildew in the washer. No, the scent is something foreign, something distinctly misplaced in the utilitarian space of his home. There’s still the sharp bite of chemicals or the muted smell of himself that lingers in every corner of every room. But there’s something else there too as he closes the door behind him.

The hall light sensors are useless with the bulb having blown out weeks–maybe a month?–ago. Still the sensor clicks dutifully as he unlaces his boots. He kicks them towards the wall. It’s like with most things. They’re where they need to be, unsightly in the way they’re surely strewn in the corner but out of the way of the entrance. Except instead of the familiar thud of steel-toed boots hitting the wall there’s a muted thud as they settle up against something softer. The sensor clicks again as he straightens up, responding to the shape of his silhouette moving as he squints in the dark then decides he must’ve left another pair of shoes abandoned in the entryway. Except there’s still that niggling instinct clinging to the change in the air. It’s a comforting change, a familiar one, but a change nonetheless.

Unplanned and certainly unwelcome as the exhaustion of nearly twenty hours with no sleep begins to settle over him in full. Even as he tosses aside his capture weapon weight seems to settle over his shoulders and pull at his stinging eyes. His drops are nearly out, but there’s a revolving stock in the bathroom. It’s all he keeps under the sink aside from a sparse few cleaning supplies. The empty bottle bubbles and hisses its defeat as tries to soothe the burning in his eyes, only the left one managing to be relieved. The bottle thuds loudly as he drops it in the recycling, nearly kicking the plastic bin over as he shuffles past the kitchen. Except it shouldn’t have wobbled. The bottle shouldn’t have landed so emptily at the bottom of the bin. It had been full when he left, he’s sure of it. His hand slaps blindly at the counters, feeling the cool stone beneath his palms as he squints his bad eye in the pale light peeking through the window over the sink. There should be an empty bottle of sesame oil on the counter, left there because he’d been too lazy to take the recycling downstairs. Now the counter is void of why such a bottle and cleaned of any mess that might’ve accumulated between cooking his shabby meals between shifts and sleeping.

The renewed scent of chemicals makes sense. The familiar scent of his wife makes sense. It’s a familiar smell he could lose himself in. Something slightly artificial, enhanced with perfumes and fragrances but beneath it was something intrinsically her. And now his apartment is all but steeped in it. He stops only for more eye drops before shambling towards his bedroom, exhausting weighing down each footstep like lead shoes. The door is slightly ajar and his bed is made, his sleeping bag folded innocently atop the newly washed sheets. But the room is otherwise empty, filled with only the barest hint of moonlight streaming through the partially opened curtains. He never bothers to open them. He’s never home when the sun is out. Dawn finds him rising or collapsing, coming or going. And despite his exhaustion he abandons his room in favor of the living room.

She’s helped herself to one of the spare blankets, made a nest for herself with the throw pillows as she sleeps happily on the couch. Her breaths are nearly silent, only the faintest snores leaving her lips. His eyes have started to adjust to the darkness and he can find the smaller details of her face as he kneels in front of her, joints cracking in protest.

“What are you doing on the couch?” He asks, eyes tracing over the strands of hair that have fallen across her cheek. She hates sleeping with her hair loose. It always gets tangled in impossible knots and while he’s less worried about his own hair he knows she values her own. His voice is enough to stir her despite the low, gruff tone of it. She blinks herself awake, stretching in the confines of her blanket cocoon like a cat. Hands slipping out above her head and toes pointing as she makes a soft noise. He should’ve asked what she’s doing here at all. He hasn’t seen her in weeks–maybe months, he’s been doing his best not to keep count–and yet she’s found her way into his apartment. Cleaned and coiffed it in anticipation of his return. She doesn’t answer either of his questions. Instead she sniffs and blinks in the darkness that’s settled over the room.

“Welcome home, Shouta.” She smiles lazily, arms reaching towards him. He allows the contact but doesn’t return the embrace. His hands stay firmly in his pockets.

“How was your patrol? Are you hungry?” He is but he’s also more tired than he’s been in awhile. This interaction is draining him more by the second. Just the barest hint of her comforting scent settled over his home tugged at his already frayed heartstrings. He thought they were done with this by now.

“What are you doing here?” He asks again as he watches her fold the blanket and rearrange the pillows. She’s humming to herself, an old song that hasn’t been popular in at least a decade. It reminds him of a different time, different people. She was different. He was different. So much has changed. And yet here she is stretching in one of his oversized shirts that slips off the edge of her shoulder. He sees the edge of a scar before she tugs the shirt back into place and pads off to the kitchen. He hadn’t confirmed or denied his hunger but she flicks on the light and starts poking around in the fridge that is suddenly well stocked beyond the meager necessities he buys for himself. She’s still humming as she sets out everything she needs for whatever she’s making, pausing only when he says her name. She doesn’t take her head out of the fridge but she stops moving and he finds himself staring at the strip of skin peeking out between her shirt and shorts. There’s a bruise there. It looks to be nearly healed but he notices anyway. It shuts up whatever he was going to say and she continues on with her humming.

“Does Hizashi know you’re here?” That question she deigns to answer.

“Not yet. I was going to see if he was free tomorrow.” He watches her hands as she works, chopping vegetables that would’ve wilted and rotted in his fridge had he bought them for himself. There’s a simple silver band on her left hand. Still. He swallows what he wants to say and focuses on her cooking. He’s never been one for overly complicated food. Just enough to keep him going. It didn’t always taste the best, didn’t make the apartment smell warm and inviting the way her cooking does. She’s just as methodical as he is. Pragmatic in the quick cuts before she sweeps the slices into the pot boiling on the stove. The knife misses the counter when she goes to set it down and he watches her training take over as she catches it before it hits the floor.

“How was the mission?” He asks at last. Because really he knows why she’s here, why she chose to come here instead of her own government-issued lodging across town. The Hero Commission offered their more valuable operatives a comfortable lifestyle outside of their work if comfort is a roof over their head and furniture picked out of some high class catalog. Her apartment looks like a showroom, a place untouched by an actual inhabitant. And if it weren’t for her clothes in the closet and food in the kitchen it could be mistaken for a sample unit in the highrise building. His apartment is comparatively shabbier. In a less expensive part of the city. Smaller, with cheaper furniture. But his apartment would look exactly like hers if she hadn’t taken it upon herself to decorate it. The pillows she fluffed when she woke were picked by her, the blanket she folded was a Christmas gift she’d brought over. This place is her home and yet he’s always surprised to find her here. He’s done his best to keep her away. Short of sweeping her off his stoop like a stray cat. Because he loves her, wants nothing but her happiness.

She looks happy now as she stirs whatever she’s making with a pair of chopsticks.

“It was fine. I got a bit roughed up, but nothing I can’t handle.” And there it is. She got hurt. He’d gotten banged up on patrol, too. A villain threw him into a wall hard enough to knock the wind out of his lungs. There are surely bruises taking form along the length of his spine. It’s barely throbbing now, just a dull thrum through the fading flush of adrenaline in his body but it’ll be hard to manage when he wakes. Still he doesn’t draw attention to it, only humming in acknowledgment of her words. This is how it has always been between them. Injuries are inevitable. It’s expected in their line of work. Some are more dire than others. Truthfully they’ve been lucky in their careers. Luckier than most. Some heroes sport visible scarring across wide swathes of their bodies, some lose arms or legs, and in the most egregious circumstances they lose their lives.

He’s seen his fair share of lives lost to the pursuit of heroism. His thoughts stray towards the past, focus slipping in a way he wishes it wouldn’t. Dwelling on a time long past won’t change the present. Here and now is what matters and yet he can’t help but think of pale blue clouds and medical tape. Of his own wounds that refuse to heal even after so long. He isn’t naive to the realities of the job. Debilitating injury, death, they come with the territory. She knows it as well as he does and yet there’s a clear divide between them. He doesn’t wallow in it. There are enough things to be concerned with in his life without considering the looming reality of his mortality and she doesn’t think about it either. Really he hasn’t met a single hero that looks too closely at what it means to dedicate yourself to the cause, to accept what may come every time you put on your costume. He resents the ones that aren’t so keen on action. The ones that prefer to give interviews in glossy magazines and lend their likeness to ads and merchandising. It cheapens the profession in a way that turns his stomach. A grimace, deeper than his neutrally dour expression must be tugging at his mouth because she asks what’s wrong as she tries to feed him a spoonful of broth.

“Nothing.” He says after swallowing.

“It’s something.” She sing-songs, going back to making her ramen. He rarely bothers with making his own broth but it’s something of a comfort to her. The plain routine of a recipe. Reclaiming stability, she called it. So much in their lives is unstable and yet she finds a soothing sort of stillness here. It’s home in a way her government-issued dwelling will never be. And to him it only really feels like home when she’s around.

“You’re still wearing your ring.” He says finally. The exhaustion keeps the emotion at bay, stripping his voice of anything but mild curiosity, but it’s more than that. He’s happy to see that little ring. A simple band with a tiny diamond. All he could afford in his novice years as a sidekick. He expected her to scorn it after what he’d done but there it is still sitting proudly in the place he’d put it.

“Why shouldn’t I?” Her voice has lost its amicable tone at last. He’s been waiting for it, expecting it since she first woke. This was a tenuous calm before the storm. There’s a hundred reasons she shouldn’t be wearing it anymore. First of them being their separation. At his behest. Death has been at Shouta’s heels for months, nearly a year. The villains have been getting stronger and he’s had his own close encounters with death. He didn’t need the reminder that he couldn’t do this forever but he hadn’t expected it to come so soon. A naive notion to think it couldn’t happen to him, but only when he was ready. He expected it later, when he was past his prime, his body beginning to betray him with age as his stamina and agility began to wane. Not now. Not yet.

“Nothing to say?” What can he say? There’s no defense for what he’s done. He broke his word, his vows that he made to her. “Huh, you’re usually quiet. I thought it was so odd that you had so much to say at the hospital. You must’ve bumped your head harder than they thought because you couldn’t even go through with it. You all but chased me out and for what?”

The hospital. So many months ago. He remembers it only vaguely. Everything was a hazy wash of bright fluorescents in a stark white room, thick bandages limiting his sight to only small portholes. There was pain, so much pain. And a deep, aching regret. He wasn’t afraid. Even when they told him this could be the end, he wasn’t afraid. He was angry. Angry that he was going to leave the best thing that ever happened to him. He tried to fix it, to let her go easily, but it only served to do the one thing he was afraid of doing. In trying to protect her from the grief of losing him, he pushed her away. Ranted and raved until his hoarse voice gave out to a rasping whisper.

By the time the haze of the concussion and morphine faded it was too late to mend what he’d broken. He can’t even remember his exact words, but whatever was said was enough to drive her away. But clearly not far enough. He’s glad for it. Even when she ignored his texts and dodged his calls he couldn’t bring himself to make what felt like a nightmare reality. All it would take is a few signatures and filed paperwork and the relationship he’s spent so many years cherishing would disappear. It seemed too easy, too quick. And it made him wonder if death would’ve been the better alternative.

“Of course, I couldn’t go through with it.” He hadn’t meant it. Not truly. Not ever. It was a stupid, fleeting thought that he acted on in the heat of the moment and he’d spend the rest of his life–no matter how long or short–regretting it. Seeing her walk away had hurt worse than anything he’d been feeling at that moment, but he’d done it to himself. She sets a bowl in front of him and stares. It isn’t an expectant look as if she’s waiting for him to eat. She’s looking for something, lashes moving every so slightly as her eyes flit across his body. When she finds what she wants a rueful smile overtakes her face and she hands him his chopsticks.

“I’m sorry.” Is all he can say. It’s not enough, not nearly enough, but it’s all he has. A lifetime of penance won’t make up for the pain he’s caused. And pain is what he wanted to spare her. They knew pain. Physical and emotional, they knew it well. There’s an intimacy with suffering that comes with grief. A lingering ache like a bruise that never truly heals. He wanted to spare her a repeated visit but distance doesn’t soothe the pain. If he had died she’d never know how deeply he regretted chasing her away, how happy he felt to even smell her scent and know she’d been here. And he knows that if it had been her hooked up to those machines, clinging just barely to consciousness, he would’ve wanted to be by her side until the bitter end.

“I’m sorry I pushed you away.”

“I never left. Where would I go if I wasn’t with you? There are few people I love left in this world. I don’t plan to lose anyone else without a fight.” Being a person of interest within the Hero Commission comes with its perks but the downfall is that the higher someone soars the harder they fall. The most dangerous jobs are given to those trained under the Commission, molded to be heroes nearly from birth. And dangerous jobs have their consequences. There are very few heroes who can say they’ve never lost someone in the line of duty. Their loss came early, stripping away the shiny veneer of heroism before they got too swept up in the facade projected to the outside world. Not everyone is going to make it. No one was ever too young, too inexperienced, or too seasoned and beloved to die.

“You seemed so upset I thought you’d hit your head and gotten amnesia. I thought you forgot who I was. I was so scared. But you didn’t go through with it.” She looks up at him, eyes sparkling with unshed tears. “You didn’t mean it. I forgive you, Shouta.” He hadn’t asked for it. Couldn’t bring himself to. He could apologize all he wanted but she didn’t have to accept it, accept him. And yet here she is. In his kitchen. His home. Their home. Cooking for him because she knows he hasn’t been eating properly and cleaning because he always means to but can never find the time between teaching and patrolling.

She looks perfect. The kitchen light highlights every stray strand of hair standing on end after she fell asleep with it hanging loose. It collects the white glow around her head like a halo as she eats her noodles, content to enjoy the slow mending of their marriage.

“Promise me one thing though?” She says after a while. Anything, he wants to say. Anything she wants and it’s her. Whatever he has to do to atone for what he’s done.

“This time around let’s stick to what we said.” She laughs when he frowns, tension gathering between his brows. It’s what he deserves if she means what he thinks she does. The next time he makes a threat like that he has to follow through. The next time he turns her away she’ll stay home. Follow through. But he wouldn’t. Couldn’t. Not after knowing these few months without her. It had been something like grief. He lived in a haze. There was nothing beyond the next step, the next breath. His life had crumbled into going through the motions. It felt purposeless outside of his work so he drowned himself in it. Teaching, patrolling. Anything outside of his utility towards society disintegrated. He’s seen what could be without her. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. A fitting punishment for pushing her away.

“We said ‘til death do us part. This time I’m holding you to it. You’re not getting rid of me without a fight.” She says it with a smile but there’s a hint of melancholy in her voice. Death could be tomorrow. One patrol gone awry. One mission where backup is a moment too late. They only have these precious few moments and he’ll be damned if he lets her slip through his fingers again.

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