#men's perfume brand names

[youvora]

EDPs Perfume for A Valentine's Night Out | Perfumes For Men | Youvora

Find the perfect perfumes for men that will last you all night long this Valentine’s Day. Learn more here. https://youvora.com/blogs/youvoralogy/long-lasting-masculine-edps-for-a-valentines-night-out

[johnsmith00026]

Hugo Boss Most Popular Fragrance

Experience the allure of Hugo Boss' most popular fragrance collection at Perfume Hub. Unleash your confidence with captivating scents that leave a lasting impression. Explore the best of Hugo Boss at Perfume Hub.

[davidjohnson31]

Best Boss Perfume for Her

Discover the best Boss perfume for her at Perfume Hub. Our selection features the most exquisite fragrances that embody femininity and sophistication. 

[muwapsturniolo]

✯Suave✯

Summary: Chris goes into Ulta with his brothers and ends up meeting a girl

Warning: nothing really

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Chris was irritated.

Nick decided to drag him out of bed and have him go to Ulta with him, and because neither of them could drive, Matt was also dragged out of bed.

Together they make the trip to the orange and pink store.

They walk in and are immediately met with “Daydreaming” by Harry Styles, and a girl in their face. “Hi! Welcome to Ulta! Could I help you find anything today?” The three brothers are a bit shocked at how enthusiastic she is considering it’s 11:30 am.

“Umm…no?” The girl nods and walks away, but not before saying if they need any help to come find her.

"She is a bit too enthusiastic this morning," Nick states.

“Nick what the hell are we in here for?” Matt asks rubbing over his face. They definitely feel out of place in this store. Three guys in a store filled with a bunch of girls and makeup?

They stand out.

“I needed new skincare and I didn’t want to order it!” Chris rolls his eyes before following Nick around the store. As they are walking around, Chris sees a girl dancing with whom he assumes to be her coworker. They are next to a brand that reads Lancôme, getting down to the new song over the speakers. He smiles softly and chuckles to himself. With him watching her dancing, he accidentally bumps into Nick. Nick quickly becomes irritated, “Go walk around! Stop following me like a toddler!” Chris and Matt huff before walking away from Nick.

Matt ends up in the hair section while Chris walks over to their fragrances.

He smells a few, scrunching his face up and immediately putting them down. “Did you need any help?” He jumps and turns around in shock. His eyes land on a girl in black flared pants and a pink bell sleeve blouse. Her makeup is done to perfection and her curly fro is out and extra defined.

it's the girl who was dancing.

Her name tag reads Y/N.

“Umm…I’m not sure.” She cracks a soft smile and motions to the fragrances. “Well let’s start off with this. Are you shopping for someone else or yourself?” She walks a bit closer and Chris can smell the perfume she's wearing.

She smells of vanilla.

“I’m going to be honest, my brother dragged me in here. I’m just looking.” She laughs a little bit and Chris can feel his knees buckle.

“I see, well if you ne-Could you help me pick out a fragrance?” He spits out suddenly. She’s a bit caught off guard at the switch-up, but nods anyway.

“What scents do you like?”

“Umm… maybe like woodsy and spicy?” His statement sounds more like a question, but the girl runs with it. She shows him a few fragrances, which he shakes his head at. He begins to feel bad, feeling like he's wasting her time. He just finds her pretty and wants to find an excuse to talk to her.

“Sorry for being difficult.” She shakes her head at his apology.

“No no! You’re not being difficult at all! Finding a fragrance you like can be a bit difficult, I get it.” He nods and they continue. “Ok, so this is the Versace Eros. It has a bit of citrus scent since it has Italian lemon, but it’s more spicy than anything-” he zones out and focuses on her face.

She has on a full face of makeup but she looks gorgeous. He finds himself loving the blush she has on as well as her lipgloss. "Hello?" He snaps back into reality and apologizes. "Sorry," he takes the tester strip and hums.

“I think we’re getting closer. Can we smell a few more?” The girl nods and shows him a few more. “What's your favorite fragrance?” He suddenly asks.

“For me or for men?”

“Both.” She thinks for a few seconds before showing him the Burberry Goddess. “I’m a sucker for vanilla fragrances.” He smells the fragrance and eyes her, “is this what you're wearing?” She nods and he smirks.

"Well, you smell great." his flirtatious smile makes her turn away from him, her face getting hot. He chuckles and looks at the multiple Burberry fragrances behind the glass.

“Does Burb-I’m helping a guest in Fragrance.” She cuts him off by speaking through her earpiece.

“Did they need your help?” He asks her, not wanting to hold her up for a cologne he doesn’t even need. “Yes, but I don’t want to get on register. So please keep talking.” He laughs at her words.

“Ok well, what’s your favorite fragrance for men?” He continues the conversation.

“I love Paco Rabanne and the YSL fragrances!” He nods before looking to his right. “How about the Dior suave?”

He notices her lips pursing as she tries not to laugh, “what?” He questions in confusion.

“It's sauvage.” She corrects.

He runs his hands over his face in embarrassment “Jesus Christ I sounded like a dumbass.” She chuckles before shaking her head. “You’re not the first person I heard pronounce it wrong...plus that was cute.”

To avoid facing his embarrassment and her seeing him blush, he turns and sprays the tester strip. He ends up liking this one the most and nods. “I think I want this one.”

She frowns at his pick. Chris notices the frown on her face and quirks a brow.

“What? you don’t like this one?” He holds up the tester bottle.

“Honest opinion?”

He nods, “Don’t tell my manager I swore but, I fucking hate that fragrance. It’s so basic and overhyped! Almost every guy I know wears it. Have some originality. I would hate if the guy I was talking to wore it.”

Chris can’t help but joke with her, “What, so you wouldn't like if I wore it?"

“i-i mean i don't think it would smell bad on you." she nervously states. she was never good when it came to flirting, always awkwardly responding.

“Well, I want to make sure when I take you out I'm wearing a cologne that smells appealing to you."

She fights back the smile that wants to form on her face. before he can say anything to him, Chris continues.

"How about this. I’ll buy one of the fragrances you recommend for me if I can get your phone number.” Chris is a bit shocked at his own words. He'd never flirted this much in his life, but it's something about her.

Y/n stares at him with unreadable eyes.

She’s had guys ask for her number while at work but most of the time their girlfriends are with them, or they are shopping for them. She usually turns them down and goes straight to the backroom to gossip with her coworkers about it. But Chris was different, he didn't just flat out ask for her number, he technically asked her out.

Without saying anything, she walks away from him.

Chris stands in fragrance, baffled and scared. He rushes towards his brothers who are still in the hair section.

"We have to leave right now!" Chris urges. Both Nick and Matt look at him confused. "what wh-I flirted with one of the workers and she walked away from me after I asked her out! I came on pretty hard and I'm scared she's gonna tell her manager I'm harassing her!"

"You're such a fucking idiot!" Matt can't help but laugh at the whole situation. "Yes I'm an idiot! Matt stop laughing or I swe-" Chris is cut off by someone tapping his shoulder. He turns around and sees Y/n. he stares with wide eyes, his mouth opening and closing.

"I think you would like this one." She holds up a red box, the words on it reading Ralph Lauren. his eyes land on the box before he looks back at her, "So you're not going to yell at me for harassment?"

"Harassment?"

"You walked away and I thought you were going to tell your manager or something that I was harassing you. I was trying to flirt."

She giggles at his anxious thoughts, "No. I just don't handle flirting well so I tend to look uncomfortable. And I walked away to get the keys for the fragrance lock. Did I not say that?"

Chris shakes his head, "No you straight up walked away." Now she looks embarrassed. "Sorry, I thought I told you what I was doing. I must have replied in my head." Chris relaxes at her statement and smiles. She notices the two other boys behind Chris and straightens up,

“Were you all done shopping?” it's almost scary how fast she switched back to her customer service voice. "Yeah, are you able to check us out?"

She walks them over to the salon register and signs in with her numbers. “Can I get a phone number?” The boys tense and eye each other.

“Do we have to?”

“No, that’s perfectly fi-it would definitely benefit you! You would earn points which is money off later and you get your coupons with a free birthday gift!” Y/n glares as one of her coworkers approaches them. The boys can see the annoyance of y/n face and watch the interaction. “Layla, do me a favor and stay out of my transaction.” Y/n snips back.

"I'm just trying to he-I’ll sign up,” Chris states. “Good!” The coworker looks at Y/n with a smug look on her face. “I’ll be sure to let Jenna know your loyalty percentage went up.” She walks away.

Y/n mimics her, mumbling under her breath. “I’ll be sure to let Jenna know! Fucking bitch.” A snicker catches her attention and she turns back towards the boys, a look of fright on her face. She forgot they were there and they might tell her manager about her vulgar language. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to do all-Girl you’re good. I probably would have cussed her out. I hated working retail.” Nick states waving her off. She visibly relaxes at his words.

“You guys don’t have to sign up by the way.” Chris shakes his head, “We don’t want you to get in trouble with Jenna.” His voice has a joking tone and she smiles softly.

Chris gives his phone number, signing up for the loyalty program.

Seeing her manager walk buy, she does the pitch.

“Did we want to sign up for the Ulta card? You would get 20% off and double the points. You were pre-approved and it says it would take off $90.” Nick goes to decline for Chris but he speaks up, “I’ll do it. Might as well save.” He does the signup and gets the Mastercard.

“Alright, you were approved for the Mastercard. You can use it anywhere such as a gas station, a grocery store, or even online, and still get double the points here.” She wraps up the transaction and packs their bags.

She grabs a pamphlet that has all the info about the card and quickly writes on it.

She hands Matt the bag and gives Chris the pamphlet. “Have a nice day, and thank you for shopping at Ulta.”

The boys thank her and start walking out the store.

As they are walking out Chris looks through the pamphlet, he sees a phone number in the corner and a little note.

“Wear the polo on our date.”

He chuckles to himself and climbs into the car.

“Thanks for dragging me out of bed Nick.”

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Random idea I came up with that I fell in love with 😭 I work at Ulta so this was a breeze to write. I fr wanna make this like a plot that yall can send in requests for! Let me know what yall think and send in requests if you think about anything!!!

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[holylulusworld]

Fragrances

Summary: Sam looks for a new fragrance and finds something more…

Written for @spnkinkevents SPN Omegaverse Week – Day 2 – Sunday, April 15 - Scenting

Pairing: Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Reader

Warnings: a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, excessive scenting, meet cute, scent bond, true mates, strangers to lovers trope, fluff

Words: 900+

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You reek like an alpha. The words echo in Sam’s mind. The last woman he asked out complained about his intense and very strong alpha scent – or rather stink.

Even though Sam took her comment to heart, he asked her out on another date. He bought brand-new clothes, showered thrice, and bought a new shampoo, promising silky hair.

All for nothing.

The moment she got close to Sam, she complained again, calling him a stinky alpha. She ran for the hills – leaving Sam in his misery.

“Sammy, you gotta get out of that room one day,” Dean calls from the hallways. “We all smell like alphas. That’s our nature, Sammy. You can’t fight nature!”

“I can and will,” Sam mutters under his breath. “I don’t want to end up alone only because I smell too…strong…”

“It’s called musk,” Dean opens the door and pokes his head in. “If I can bear your stink, and you can bear mine, an omega should be fine with your scent too.”

“It’s not that easy,” Sam sniffs. “I liked that woman, and she called me…” He shakes his head.

“She’s a stupid bitch,” Dean concludes. “Omegas smell like omegas too. While in heat they smell even worse. I don’t want to scent the slick of a random omega either, but I’d never embarrass a woman only because nature is a bitch!”

“Maybe—” Sam gets up from his bed. “I should try a new fragrance, Dean! I saw a commercial about a fragrance turning your scent into…” He wrinkles his forehead. “I forgot the rest but remember the name.”

“Aw,” Dean grins. “You want to buy perfume to smell like a flower, Sammy.”

“That’s exactly what I’m going to do, Dean,” Sam brushes past his brother, ignoring Dean's laughing behind his back. 

“Off he goes to smell like a rose garden…”

“Cedar…green grass,” Sam looks at the fragrances, frowning deeply. He forgot the name of the fragrance on his way to the drugstore. “No. Maybe wood or sunflower.”

He hears a giggle coming from across the shelf. Sam stops looking at the fragrances and listens closely. “Vanilla-chocolate muffin,” you snicker. “I don’t want to smell like food.”

The alpha frowns as you continue. “Cinnamon and freshly baked bread,” you huff. “Dude, I’m no food. I want something more natural—” 

You purr low in your throat and immediately put the bottle of perfume back when you catch an irresistible scent. You hurriedly round the shelf to stare at an alpha stand in front of the men’s fragrances shelf.

He’s tall and has a muscular build with broad shoulders and a muscular chest. You lick your lips when his scent surrounds you. It’s a dream come true.

His scent is manly, but gentle to your nose at the same time. Like in a trance, you step closer and closer until you stand right in front of him.

“No fragrance for you,” you push the bottle out of his hand and grab his large hand to hold it in your smaller one. “You smell so good.” You look up at the stranger, eyes wide and glassy. “So…so good.”

“What?” He nervously laughs. “Miss…I need to find…” The alpha sniffs at your hair, purring low in his throat. His eyes dilate, and he salivates when your scent is all he can smell. “Omega.”

“Alpha,” you whine and tug at his hand. “My alpha.”

He croons loudly, making you whine even louder. “We…we should…”

“Sammy, what’s the matter—” Dean stops in his tracks. “Crap…” He watches Sam grasp for you, close to stopping his brother when Sam easily picks you up. He calls for his brother, but Sam is too far gone.

He only has eyes for you, in his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist and buried your face in his neck to scent Sam. “Sammy?”

“Omega,” Sam walks out of the drugstore with you clinging to his body like a koala. He ignores people who are staring at you. All he has in mind is to bring you home and scent you.

“Alpha,” you rub your face in his shoulder to catch his scent. “My alpha.”

“SAMMY! You can’t just kidnap girls!” Dean calls after his brother. “Do you at least know her name?”

“Y/N,” you murmur while sniffing at Sam’s chest. “What’s your name?”

“Sam,” Sam looks at you in his arms, a content smile on his lips. “But you can call me alpha if you want to…”

“You smell so good,” you insisted on going home with Sam. You didn’t care he was a stranger not hours ago. Sam was your true mate, and your omega wanted him. “So…so good.”

“Y/N,” Sam murmurs against your skin. You ended up on his bed, with his body wrapped around you. While you eagerly sniff at his chest, Sam has his face buried in the crook of your neck. He just can’t get enough of your scent.

“Sammy, did you kidnap the girl,” Dean pokes his head into his brother’s room, sighing deeply. “Dude, you can’t take strays home.”

“Shut up,” you and Sam say in unison. “He’s my alpha.” You complain loudly and go back to scenting Sam. “I won’t leave him, now that I finally found him.”

“She’s mine,” Sam grunts. “We can discuss everything else tomorrow. Today, I need to scent her. Our bond is strong.”

“A scent bond, huh?” Dean cocks a brow. “I always believed that’s a fairytale. Fine, keep her. But don’t bring strays home all the time from now on.”

“I only want her,” Sam nuzzles your skin. “Only my omega…”

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[jessamine-rose]

꒰ Letters to My Beloved ꒱

*sob* I just wanted to peacefully read “Letters to Milena” but ended up with another fic idea for Miguel O’Hara, this time a side story to The Spider and the Fly. Istg everywhere I go, he follows me (ꐦo_o）

For this fic, I took inspiration from this quote and Miguel’s ATSV lore. The thought of how language affects Yandere! Miguel x Variant! Darling’s dynamic…..how twistedly romantic~

Tw:: YANDERE, unhealthy relationships, self-deprecation, stalking, wtf is personal privacy, mention of noncon -> dubcon + nsfw, MDNI

Note:: Female reader, ATSV spoilers, guest-starring LYLA + Hobie + Spider-Cat, Darling’s mother tongue + cultural identity are different from Miguel’s (not Irish-Mexican)

♡ 4.3k words under the cut ♡

FILE NAME: ______ (EARTH-███)

— CLASSIFIED INFORMATION —

1. ______ wears the same brand of perfume.

2. Speech patterns: Softer voice, less outspoken, code-switches more often.

You don’t sound like her.

That is the second thing Miguel notices. It is another dissimilarity between you and his Variant’s wife, a significant detail which betrays closed eyes.

You have the same voice but a different manner of speaking.

You’re more quiet—softer volume, less talkative.

Your tone is anxious. Polite. Rarely cheerful, unless feigned.

Every sentence is carefully worded. There are more sorry’s and maybe’s.

There is also your code-switching. Unlike her, you habitually curse and talk to yourself in your mother tongue. But with others, you switch to perfect English—and you do it all the time, with greater proficiency, even when you are speaking to Miguel.

His wife is also the last person to cry and vent to Spider-Man. But that is an unfair comparison, given the circumstances of your first meeting.

To you, Miguel O’Hara is a new acquaintance and that is reflected in your conversations. It is only natural that there are no endearments, no inside jokes, no ounce of familiarity.

When he speaks to you, he doesn’t have to imitate another Miguel.

꒰♡꒱

“Um, excuse me? Spider-Man?”

He turns to face you. “What is it?”

Soft tone, not much eye contact. Your next words are even less familiar.

“I…haven’t gotten your name yet, have I?”

It’s just the two of you in the elevator. There wouldn’t be any awkward silence if the other Spider-Men had joined you, but they were sent home after their mission in Earth-███.

Their company won’t do you any good. It hasn’t even been an hour since your rescue, and you need time to adjust. He needs time to process everything.

…Your resemblance to her is uncanny yet minimal. Different hairstyle. Professional attire with stylish jewelry. An ID for a company which she’d find dull and unfulfilling. Dark eye circles, a nervous frown, a dim gaze trained on the floor.

A day pass is secured to your wrist, soon to be replaced with a modified Dimensional Travel Watch. A Lock feature would be a good safety measure.

Before Miguel can respond, you are already overthinking.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve asked earlier but I was still shaken from—wait, is it rude to ask for your identity? Is that why you haven’t told me?”

“Calm down.” He touches your shoulder, just briefly enough to get your attention. “It’s fine. I was planning to tell you later.”

Your relief is obvious. “Really? You’re sure about this?”

Are you always like this or is it just the emotional shock? Considering the situation he found you in, he has a lot of personal data to gather.

“My name is Miguel O’Hara.” He reveals his face, analyzing your reactions. “And I’m this dimension’s Spider-Man.”

No flicker of recognition—another version of you who has never met him.

“Noted.” You repeat his name to yourself, pronouncing it slowly. “Thanks for telling me.”

It sounds almost foreign in your voice. And now that he is looking closely, is your lipstick a darker shade?

When you face him, your lips are drawn in a shy smile. “I’m ______, by the way.”

You use your maiden name, not O’Hara.

“I know.”

7. ______ doesn’t understand Spanish.

It was easier to communicate with his wife.

Intimacy aside, she’d learned Spanish for her Miguel. She rarely spoke it, but she clearly understood his bilingual conversations with Gabriella.

Their daughter didn’t know your language. As a matter of fact, she always seemed more connected to Miguel’s roots than yours. The most she’d learned was a few phrases and the names of your favorite food.

It made sense. Among your Variants, his wife was the most disconnected from her family and, consequently, her community. With less opportunities to use your language, she’d forgotten most of it and found no practical benefit in teaching it to Gabriella.

Or maybe it was to establish more barriers between her old and new family. To keep her daughter deaf to the former’s criticisms.

Regardless, your language constituted her chats with old friends, her wistful stories of the past, the expressions which eluded translation. It took a while for Miguel to learn her speech patterns and replicate her husband’s responses.

On his first day in their dimension, he looked through his Variant’s belongings and found a Spanish textbook. There were two sets of handwriting in the margins, yours and his.

It must’ve held special memories. He could enviously imagine his wife’s earnest efforts, her Miguel’s amused guidance, the expansion of her capacity to understand him.

It wasn’t the only thing exclusive to the happiest versions of yourselves.

A first meeting which occurred under a <0.001% probability. Dates spent bonding over the expectations of their families and Nueva York. The happy family they created together.

His Variant called her mi sol. It was a fitting nickname.

To this day, Miguel wonders if it sounded different in his voice.

22. Fluent in mother tongue, more connected to her cultural heritage.

23. Dislikes direct confrontation, tends to hide her feelings and vent in private. More creative with insults.

You do surpass his wife in other categories.

You’re more organized. Your cooking tastes better. You are a good listener, a competent secretary, and the last person to give Miguel a headache.

You have a stronger cultural identity, despite coming from an equally prejudiced version of New York—or is it because of that? In a world which treats you like an outsider, perhaps that is why you’ve latched onto your heritage for an easier sense of belonging.

It explains why you put up with your family’s values, no matter how biased.

It means that you can speak your language fluently, with none of his wife’s guilty errors and pauses. Only then do you act more confident than her, less regretful.

And it manifests in your speech patterns, in the moments when you aren’t adjusting your manner of speaking for someone else.

In your personal notes, you mix English and your mother tongue. It’s the same for your conversations with the Spider-Men who know your language.

You speak in a localized variety of English with its own vocabulary, pronunciations, and untranslatable terms. Your version sounds nicer, more articulated.

You are more vocal in your language since less people understand it. It’s your default tongue for swear words and sarcastic comments.

Once, you were given extra work due to an MIA Spider-Man. Before contacting him, you opened a blank file to type paragraphs of profanities and insults in every language you spoke. Then you promptly deleted it and sent him a polite, if not passive aggressive, message.

LYLA had picked the perfect time to hack into your device. She saved a copy for Miguel, who felt less stressed after reading it.

He might have quoted a few lines when he confronted the same agent.

53. Handwriting: More legible, heavier pressure, prefers the same color of ink. ______ writes less often, only for short notes.

Securing a handwriting sample is easier than expected.

In the futuristic dimensions, digital text is the go-to medium for communication. But like his wife, you write physical notes every so often; his research links it to a mutual memory.

Your personal reminders are handwritten. Your old laptop has scanned documents with your signature and written information. Whenever you prepare packed lunches for Miguel, you include little notes for him.

Good luck. Take care of yourself. Call me when the mission is over.

His wife rarely wrote notes for him, so that is another exclusive perk.

Her handwriting was more aesthetic, according to Miguel’s memories and a folded note he’d kept. The latter’s contents are nothing special, just a to-do list with four unchecked tasks, but it is sufficient for comparisons.

You grip your pen differently, too. Your writer’s callus is lighter, and its location is off by exactly one millimeter. Still, he likes the feeling of your hand in his.

꒰♡꒱

“How many times are you going to read that?”

LYLA checks the food container. It is Miguel’s favorite snack this time, with a purple Post-It taped to the lid.

“Tell me if I should adjust the recipe. Might be too sweet. -______”

“It’s nothing,” he replies, setting aside the note.

“If you say so,” she trills. “At this rate, you’ll need a hammerspace for her notes.”

“A text would’ve been more efficient.”

Then again, it can’t be compared to reading your written words. Maybe it’s due to the specific medium, the interplay of visual and tactile sensations, a past version of you preserved in letters and imaginary voices. It isn’t the same as watching a video of you.

There is also his own perspective as a Nueva Yorker. Digital and handwritten text are vastly dissimilar. One is consistent, formattable, and widely-used while the other demands to be deciphered. And your letters always change depending on your mood or health.

Miguel traces the back of the Post-It. The indentations are less heavy. Were you in a hurry when you wrote the message? Focused on something else? Or is it an issue with your pen?

LYLA is still smiling. “Someone is growing soft.”

He glares at her this time. “Do you always have to call me out?”

99. More friendly with the Spider-Men who know her language.

100. Hobie Brown asked ______ to teach him a bit of her language. He specifically asked for swear words and the term for “close friends.”

You don’t know that Miguel can understand you.

Nueva York has a vast selection of translation devices, but the technology is insufficient. AI fails to interpret the tone of your voice, your personal vocabulary, and how those factors alter the meanings of certain words.

It can’t decode his wife’s speech patterns. There was a history to her endearments, a context for every word. But Miguel could only play along and take what she said at face value, even after learning your language.

He keeps it a secret from you, in case it becomes useful.

But hiding that skill comes with its own cons. The ______ who limits herself to English is different from the ______ who expresses herself in mixed languages.

It’s apparent in your chats with Miguel versus other Spider-Men. Foreign nicknames, inside jokes, secrets exchanged in your shared language—they are privy to another version of you, one whom he can only access through hacked texts and CCTV recordings.

It is only in those speech patterns that he can find you in your entirety.

꒰♡꒱

You’re talking to your friends again.

Miguel switches to a closer CCTV and raises the volume.

Great, it’s Hobie and your dimension’s Spider-Man.

Despite their increase in missions, they’ve still found time to visit you in HQ. This time, Hobie is learning a few phrases from your language. His accent keeps messing up his pronunciation, but you’re a patient teacher.

At the same time, your Spider-Man is informing you of recent events in your old home. Miguel makes a mental note to do more research on Earth-███ slang.

You check your personal messages, and Miguel opens another holographic screen. The spyware shows a group chat with your close coworkers.

They are planning a film marathon—in HQ, so that you can join them. It takes a few backspaces for you to accept their invitation.

“LYLA.”

“Huh?” She appears in front of Miguel, fresh out of Sleep Mode.

“Assign Spider-Punk and Spider-Man ███ to the Anomaly in Earth-94. Then put…” Miguel opens the Nicknames tab of the chat. “...Peter G, Patrick, Julia, and Felicia in charge of next Friday’s missions. Any dimension will do.”

“Seriously?” LYLA gives him a knowing look. “Ben hasn’t called for backup. And should I remind you of last Sunday, 12:31:46 p.m., when ______ friendzoned Patrick? I have the video in three CCTV angles, max volume.”

“Just do it.” He lightly swats her, only for LYLA to flicker out of his grasp.

Through the CCTVs, Miguel watches her speak to your friends. They activate a portal and say goodbye to you. After they leave, you reread the group chat, smiling.

“She’ll be disappointed, you know,” LYLA informs him. “You better make it up to her during your movie night.”

“Send me her personal schedule.”

Miguel scrolls up the group chat for the movie titles. Nueva York’s versions are usually darker in terms of storyline; both of you would prefer that.

The next agent to approach you is Spider-Cat. He loafs on your desk, to which you eagerly take photos and mimic his meows.

“Should I do something?” LYLA asks sarcastically.

“Don’t mind him. He is her Sector’s emotional support animal.”

150. “Pretty” is also an important term in ______’s vocabulary.

If there is one word which sounds the same in your voice, it is “pretty.”

It was his wife’s best compliment, frequently said without explanation. It must’ve been a nice change from her job, where magazine layouts required professional critiques.

Everything was pretty—butterflies, fashion collections, the Banksy-esque glitches which appeared in her dimension prior to its collapse.

Gabriella, especially. She was always “pretty,” even in her regular outfits and soccer uniforms. That was something which Miguel could always agree with.

It’s similar with you, though you’re less vocal about it. There are only so many praises you can give to Nueva York’s fashion scene or your coworkers’ spiderwebs.

Unlike his wife, however, you don’t call yourself pretty.

There are zero records of you using that term to describe yourself. The most you will say is that you look pretty in an outfit, never thanks to your natural features. It is a distinct crack in your self-image, another deviation from her.

Hence, your weakness to flattery—one which Miguel has guiltily exploited through the rare compliment or responses to LYLA’s calculated remarks.

There is another key difference in how you and his wife use that term.

His Variant’s wife had never called Spider-Man 2099’s webs pretty.

But you do.

꒰♡꒱

“Careful, don’t break it!”

“Are we seriously having this conversation again?” Miguel gives you an exasperated look, claws raised. “It’s just a web.”

“But still…!” You pull your hand away from his, the motion illuminated in red. “I’d like to preserve the design.”

“Which would be fine,” he counters, “if it were actually removable.”

Sentimental. Just like her.

In the dim light of his room, your stubborn expression is eclipsed by his webs. The laser red threads are still stuck to your wrists, but they’ve been woven into a glovelike pattern over your left hand. The design lacks the coherence of your string figures.

Seriously, you were only left alone for five minutes. The last thing Miguel expected was to come back to you like this, staring at his webs with a weak smile, your admiration undeterred by every ugly purpose they have served.

You shouldn’t be so calm right now.

The alternative would be easier to grasp. Any other ______—his Variant’s wife, especially—would have cursed him, fought back once the venom wore off, resisted to the very end, and he would’ve accepted all of her hatred. He deserves it after everything he has done.

But you defied his predictions. What happened instead was your breakdown. Your shift from fearful resistance to broken submission. Reciprocated touches. Soft moans and heartfelt whispers. Desperate pleas for him to keep talking, to tell you everything he loves about you, that you can handle one more round…

And more crying. Lots of happy tears, so unlike those from your first meeting. Neither can he attribute them to acute emotional shock.

You make different sounds in bed, but the circumstances allow that.

This is between you and him, after all. Your first time together, neither of you pretending.

He hears a defeated sigh.

“Fine.” Reluctantly, you hold out your hand. “I’ll just save this image in my memory. But can you untangle the webs instead?”

It’s the least he can do for you. “Where do I start?”

You point at the base of your ring finger. “Here.”

The final knot is a ribbon bow, tied in the same spot as her wedding ring. 

With a shake of his head, Miguel retracts his claws and takes your hand. The knots are easy to unravel, and are quickly reduced to a handful of loose threads in your palm.

“Happy now?” he asks you.

You close your hand, a small smile on your face. “I’ll keep it somewhere safe.”

He lets go of your wrist. “Do whatever you want with it. I don’t mind.”

Pulse is normal. The friction burns should heal in a few days.

An awkward silence falls. Now would be a good time to clean you up; but before he can suggest it, your bath is delayed once more by a glance at the mirror.

“Skies.” You visibly recoil and cover your face with a new pillow. Your muffled curses and self-criticisms are easy to decode. “I look like a mess.”

Miguel observes your reflection. You don’t look that bad…minus the love bites, the twin dots on your neck, and the other traces of his touch. Most severe are the claw marks on your thigh, hidden beneath a layer of bandages.

It isn’t deep enough to scar. But that doesn’t make the memory any less painful.

“It’s nothing to cry about,” he says drily, eyeing his own marks.

Now you are glaring at him. “Says the person at fault.”

In his peripheral vision, he notices your hand on your stomach. Your fingertips barely graze the skin, shaky and hesitant…of course. The aftermath must be on your mind.

Note to self: Tell LYLA to monitor your vitals until a pregnancy test can be taken.

“I hope this one looks like you,” he mumbles.

“What?” Just as quickly as he says it, your eyes widen with renewed disbelief. “Is this about…what the hell did you just say?!”

He puts his hand on top of yours, pressing it to your stomach.

“We won’t know until our kid is born,” he says lightly, “but I’ve run a few simulations. Among the DNA combinations, over half are in favor of your physical traits.”

So many possibilities, so many variations of their family.

The explanation does little to comfort you. “But what about your traits? Or a mix of both! I mean…think of Gabriella! She’s adorable, very pretty, all thanks to your genes…”

Your voice trails off. When you continue, you speak in a soft whisper.

“Even if the chances are small, wouldn’t you prefer a kid who looks like her?”

“No.” His answer is immediate, spoken with zero hesitation.

Even if the physical possibility exists, his daughter is exclusive to a dead memory. And how could he handle a replica of the child he failed to protect?

His grip on your hand tightens. “Like you said earlier, it requires specific cells. And before you ask, I don’t have the time to genetically edit their appearance.”

“Oh, okay.” There is a deep breath, a comfortable silence. “That makes perfect sense.”

What else? There’s also Miguel’s Spider DNA, your parenting styles, and many other factors which could never recreate Gabriella. What will your kid’s name be? Will they learn your language alongside English and Spanish? Will they be encouraged to take up soccer or a different hobby?

Is a happy family possible for the two of you?

It’s hard to say. But it’s still a fresh start, for which he can set aside logic.

“Besides,” he adds. He holds your gaze, committing those bright eyes to memory. “I can’t imagine a prettier face for our kid to inherit.”

…

¿Diablos, are you crying again?

153. ______ dislikes being called “mi sol.”

He understands.

It was her nickname, after all.

And there must be a reason why his Variant chose it over other pet names. Maybe it was because he liked the sound of it, or the imagery suited his wife, or it came from a personal memory which the two of you could never replicate.

With that being said, old habits die hard.

Once or twice, Miguel accidentally calls you mi sol, and it is difficult to recover from that. Your demeanor stiffens, he mentally curses himself, then he or LYLA must awkwardly continue the conversation. It’s impossible to forget her, really.

To some extent, he will always be haunted by his lost family. But it’s better now that he has one to call his own.

As it turns out, picking the right endearment takes time. There aren’t enough words in Spanish, English, or any other language to encapsulate Miguel’s feelings for you.

So far, he has gone through a few terms—mi luz, mi vida, and so on—with little variation in reception. They don’t do justice to the subtleties he has fallen in love with, all of which belong to his own version of ______.

He likes the color of your lipstick. The darker shade suits your aesthetic, your shy smiles, the movements of your lips, the occasional kiss marks left on his skin.

He likes hearing your personal stories. It’s your way of opening up to him, of telling him every aspect of your life which deviated from hers and brought you to him.

He likes your speech patterns. The languages you speak, your rudimentary Spanish, even a simple “Welcome home” can become poetry in your voice.

His own name, especially. It has never sounded more intimate, spoken with a wider range of emotions. Shyness, confusion, fear, anger, resignation, affection, happiness…it is a manner of speaking reserved for him, your Miguel.

You don’t sound like her at all. But nowadays, he doesn’t mind.

If anything, he has begun to prefer your voice.

167. ______ changed my nickname in her Contacts.

“You have a text from ______!”

The update prompts both Spider-Men to face LYLA. Miguel glances at his coworker, but their mask hides their expression.

A smile flickers on LYLA’s face. “No further Anomalies, by the way. The Canon remains intact.”

Thank god.

His attention returns to the Anomaly—Earth-26496’s Vulture, more tech-savvy than his Renaissance-Era counterpart, an equally shocking mess to deal with.

“Peter, bring him back to HQ. And try not to cause any more commotion.”

“Sure, boss!” With that, his coworker picks up the unconscious Vulture and swings back to HQ, avoiding the damaged Nueva York buildings.

Of all places, it had to appear in his dimension.

Left alone, Miguel checks his phone and opens a holographic screen.

Office desktop, webcam view. The CCTV shows you in the middle of work, examining video records and analytics. Five screens are in simultaneous use.

You look pretty, perfectly polished, your love bites and dark eye circles concealed with makeup. Maybe a bit anxious due to the news alert of the Anomaly.

He reads your texts, sends a reply, and watches the CCTV. Your eyes light up at first sight of the notification, and you immediately pick up your phone.

-

______: Are you okay?

Miguel ♡: the anomaly is being brought to hq

Miguel ♡: stay in your sector until it’s detained

______: Congratulations on saving another universe! &lt;3

______: Did you get any injuries?

Miguel ♡: i’m fine. you can stop worrying

______: That’s good to know. But a checkup wouldn’t hurt.

______: Are we still going out later?

Miguel ♡: an anomaly literally just showed up in earth-928

Miguel ♡: right outside the cinema we were supposed to be at

______: Which you just captured!!

______: And before you say anything, we have zero records of Anomalies getting sent to the same place in a dimension.

______: Have you forgotten the Doc Ock who appeared in the lobby of HQ?

Miguel ♡: we can always reschedule our date

______: Can’t we go to another cinema?

______: It’s been a month since I’ve last gone out.

______: And no, working in HQ doesn’t count.

Miguel ♡: it’s safer to have our movie night at home

______: All right -_-

______: What do you want for dinner later?

Miguel ♡: anything is fine

-

Your expressions match your words. Relief followed by disappointment, the conflicted awareness in your gaze, a resigned shake of your head.

LYLA flickers in front of the screen. “The CCTV is a bit much if you ask me. Be honest, are you really checking if she’s being genuine or do you just want to see her?”

His gaze shifts to his phone. “First answer.”

She hums, unconvinced. “I’ll download the digital version of the movie. But don’t get too excited, Miguel—you’re missing out on her date outfit.”

“You can always show me the CCTV records.”

“Nah, where’s the fun in that?”

Three dots, a full minute. What exactly are you typing?

Miguel faces the CCTV. You’re still on your phone, an indecisive look on your face, so he opens another holographic screen.

And that is when he sees it.

On your phone screen is a short, unsent message.

A mere second after he rereads it, you delete the text and type the same phrase in Spanish. Only to replace it with your mother tongue’s version. Then in English again.

“LYLA, turn on the volume.”

“Sure thing!”

From the CCTV, you mutter the message to yourself, trying out all three variations. Your tone is soft, uncertain, hopeful and uneasy in equal parts. Your thumb hovers above your phone screen, close to the Send button…

Then you hit backspace and respond with “See you later” instead.

“Too bad,” says LYLA. She shoots him a mischievous look. “Better luck next time. Why don’t you say it first more often?” 

“We’ll see,” he mumbles, viewing the text on his phone. “I can hardly say it right now.”

“Sure you can! I bet she’ll be happy to have it saved on her device.”

Instead, Miguel opens another holographic screen, a personal file this time. He types in the password, scrolls to the last line, and adds a new observation.

168. ______ is still figuring out how to say “I love you.”

♡

Prologue ๑ Epilogue ๑ Miguel’s Darling Files

*gasp wheeze* First Mary Howitt, now Franz Kafka……..istg if another author inspires me to write smth for Miguel O’Hara, I’m losing it.

This is officially my most difficult fic to write, and I hope you all enjoyed it. Your feedback means a lot to me, so pls don’t feel shy to share your thoughts and comments >:’3

Once again, thank you so much to @diodellet for beta-reading this fic and @yanmaresu for helping me with the Spanish phrases!! My Miguel O’Hara fics wouldn’t be the same without your assistance and tolerance for my brainrot, and I truly appreciate it (´-ω-`)

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[missoneminute]

Continuing my journey through combining my two obsessions - perfume and The Libertines. In this edition, fragrances directly linked to the band in various ways.

London by Burberry - Notes of Honeysuckle, Jasmine, Musk and Sandalwood. Released in 2006. This is for lovers - of London. The imagery around this chic and clean little affair has always been a romantic postcard to the city that birthed it, and the iconic checked Burberry fabric wrapped around the bottle itself speaks to the rebirth of that heritage trend made edgy and new - most beautifully showcased in the infamous prison gates photos in 2003, where Peter and Carl each wore a matching Burberry trench and passed a Burberry scarf between them. Fake, probably, but that iconography was the absolute height of indie rock fashion.

Bluebell by Penhaligon's - Notes of Lily-of-the-Valley, Cyclamen, Cloves and Cinnamon. Released in 1978. Widely reported as a favourite perfume of Kate Moss during the time she and Peter were dating. I may not be much of a fan of hers, but who didn't want to know what Pete Doherty's girlfriend smelled like? Earthy, with its crushed flowers and herbs, a tad exclusive, with it's fancy lineage and posh price, but genuinely vintage - this was the exact sort of scent an indie girl in the 2000s picked if she wanted to stand out from the crowd.

Opium Pour Homme by Yves Saint Laurent - Notes of Black Currant, Star Anise, Bourbon Vanilla and Cedar. Released in 1995. Named by Peter as his favourite fragrance in the 2000s. I've never known if he was kidding, given the name - but this is a scent that absolutely suits him, and is my favourite for men of all time. Opening with bright, juicy berries, drying down into sweet vanilla and rich spice, it's an addictive potion that suits its moniker and defies the astringent, bathroom cleaner trend in men's fragrance with a high fashion dazzle that takes some courage to wear.

Bottega Veneta by Bottega Veneta - Notes of Bergamot, Jasmine, Leather and Patchouli. Released in 2011. This is a personal entry, as it's the one perfume that has gotten me a compliment from a Libertine. I am an aggressive over-sprayer, but only this one has elicited a comment, from Carl, after he embraced me following the Sharabang gig in 2018. "You smell amazing!" he said, to which I replied, "I think it's the leather", meaning the leather notes in the fragrance. "Leather?" he replied, completely confused. I didn't get a chance to elaborate, but this is indeed a leather bomb - loud like a brand new jacket, or better yet luxurious heels straight out of their box, with the crisp deliciousness of bergamot making it syrupy and lending a mouth-watering air. Tragically discontinued.

Comme des Garcons 2 Man by Comme des Garcons - Notes of Smoke, Betiver, Saffron, Leather and Incense. Released in 2004. One of the fragrances Carl mentioned wearing in the 2000s. A churchy, waxy, smoky scent that brings to mind a snuffed candle and is very evocative of the year it was released. Makes absolute sense that it's one he'd enjoy, leaning both into an esoteric side with it's midnight potions of nutmeg and mint, and a rock 'n' roll core with it's leather and incense - reminiscent of the intoxicating mix of sweat, tobacco and leather you'll find sticking to a musician fresh off a stage.

Ambre Sultan by Serge Lutens - Notes of Resin, Amber, Myrrh, Benzoin, Sandalwood, Vanilla and Myrtle. Released in 1993. Opulent, gothic and very warm, this unisex fragrance is another Carl listed as a favourite back in the day. If 2 Man is churchy, this one is culty. Again, it suits him - it's like festival hippy oil taken to it's most concentrated conclusion. I don't know if he still wears either of these - he smelled great in Melbourne in 2018, but when I asked what he had on, he joked, "Lynx Africa!" then denied he was wearing anything. Likewise, Peter arrived at the Hackney gig in 2019 smelling deliciously of something very like Tom Ford's Tobacco Vanille, but when I asked him what he had on, he just said, "I smell like a polecat".

[swabian-princess]

It-Girl Check: Carina Zavline

Hey girlies,

todays topic is a German It-Girl named Carina Zavline. For those who are not familiar with her at all – she’s a German It-Girl, Model and influencer.

As you can see – she has almost 1 million followers on instagram and posts frequently about her vacations, model jobs and various beauty treatments. In fact, I first heard about lympathic drainage in one of her instagram stories and been a fan of this treatment ever since!

Her career started 2017 when she was a contestant in the German casting show Germany’s Next Topmodel.

While she got the best job (the Opel campagne) of the season and was handled as the shows favorite she had to leave the show right before the semifinal.

However, her career had just started. She landed a job as one of Guess ambassadors and did cooperations with many companies, mostly over her instagram profile.

But who is Carina and what makes her so succesful?

Carina is the daughter of a Russian father and an Ukrainian mother. She was born in Dortmund, Germany and grew up in Hamburg before she moved to Munich to study there. After she finished her studies in Germany she moved to Paris and went to university there. She also studied acting at the Strasberg institute in LA.

Carina is fluent in six languages: German, English, French, Spanish, Ukrainian and Russian.

Before she started her career as an influencer/model she was a succesful dancer and competed international.

In conclusion: she’s not only beautiful but also smart, well spoken and knows how to move her body.

These attributes helped her to land maybe the most important deal of her life: Kilian Hennessy.

Kilian Hennessy is a french billionaire and maybe you already guessed it – yes, his family business is the cognac brand Henessy.

He’s also the founder of the luxurious perfume brand Kilian.

There is not much about the two as a couple on the internet but they made it official relatively recently, in 2022, when he and Carina walked together over the red carpet at the Cannes film festivals.

What can we learn from Carina?

Well, one thing would be: make friends on your way up and keep them. Nourish your friendships and make sure you don’t betray your friends or throw them under the bus for a man because maybe, they introduce you to your future husband.

Carina frequently posts pictures with one of her girlfriends, Hofit Golan – an israeli model, producer and entrepreneur.

Hofit once was called Israels Paris Hilton and she seems to have the same lavish lifestyle as the American It-Girl.

Private jets, dinners in fancy restaurants and of course expensive clothes seem to be Carinas new normal.

Carinas personal style is very sexy but never too much. She’s often spotted wearing luxurious brands like LV, Hermès and Guess.

Her favorite accessoires seem to bee her Van Cleef & Arpels jewellry and her Hermès bags.

She always looks elegant, mix and matching different colors and materials. Look at her instagram for outfit inspirations!

Her makeup and hairstyles are rather simple. She’s sporting a basic nude face with winged eyeliner and wears her long hair down and with soft natural waves.

For nails, she mostly wears them short and with a soft pinkish color.

I do understand the hype about her and I really do think that she’s a great role model in terms of levelling up and hypergamy.

She shows that you should not only look good but also need to be intelligent in order to bag a high value man.

Beauty can open doors, yes – but if you’re dumb and can’t hold a basic conversation even the most beautiful face won’t help you.

Most of those high value men are smart and want a partner they can talk to, a partner who’s able to discuss literature, politics or even art.

Work on yourself, not only on your appearence but also on your inside. Be gentle, generous, friendly and curious. Just never stop learning.

Selene

[pacinglikeghosts]

assigning ronance signature scents

because i am obsessed with fragrance and this is kind of like my hidden talent and i want to use it on robin and nancy. 

this is not historically accurate because i really am just out here having a silly goofy time, i mostly just use this as a resource in my fics and wanted to share!

nancy: 

starting with my best girl because i actually have info to help me with this! during the filming of s1 natalia bought a vintage bottle of charlie blue (which i also bought, as an experiment) to wear and get into nancy’s headspace (it was literally awful. she made joe keery sneeze or cough according to the story). but to get to the point, charlie blue is a floral fragrance, leading me to pick two floral perfumes for nancy. more specifically, i picked “pure white linen” from estee lauder (left) and “sun moon and stars” from karl lagerfeld (right).

not only do i think nancy would stick with florals, i also think she'd stick with name brands (like what you could find at macy's). charlie blue is a revlon perfume, so it led me to believe that while the wheelers have money, they aren't exactly spending it on something like fragrance that is just going to be drained. i also think karen may have bought nancy her first fragrance based on what she knew, because that's what her mother did, and nancy never bothered to venture out until she was older. "pure white linen" gives me daily use vibes, while "sun moon and stars" is more special occasions/dates. i also think she has a permanent lingering smell of ink and paper but that's not featured here.

robin:

oh robin. to the surprise of no one, these are a bit more gender-neutral to masculine than nancy's. when thinking about robin, i wanted things that were masculine, but still had a touch of softness and sweetness to it. fragrance has no gender, but a lot of masculine fragrances created in the 1980s were very masculine (think branding for men like GLACIER ICE FREEZE vs soft vanilla woods for women) so if she were to buy fragrance in the 1980s, i think she'd steal steve's cologne or spend five hours trying to pick a cologne that is slightly less overly masculine. that all being said, i picked 'skins x vilhelm' by vilhelm parfumerie (left) and 'ambre topkapi' by mdci parfums (right)

as you may notice, there's a lot of lavender, sandalwood, leather, and tea in these fragrances. that is completely on purpose, because i find that those pull especially gender neutral-masculine on a lot of people that is soooo appealing. they also don't flag incredibly masculine on first sniff, making it so most people can get away with wearing them and not smelling like a forty year old man named Tim that works a 9-5 and plays golf. the floral and spice notes work as countering pairings of each other but in the best way, and i could totally see robin wearing this in her full butch glory. also, the queer history of lavender is not to be ignored and robin certainly wouldn't ignore it. to me, i see robin wearing 'skins' on a more day-to-day basis, and 'ambre' as a special occasion/date thing.

anyway that's it! i love talking about fragrance and i don't think i've ever really talked about it here except for the coco chanel poll so PLEASE talk about it with me if you'd like.

[yakourinka]

But what does Młynar Nearl smell like?

I have no idea, I hate like 99 percent of """men's fragrance""" on the market and do not sniff them as part of my "raiding the perfume section at cosmetics shop" hobby. probably something with a brand name slapped on it, bought from the men's section without a second thought. the least offensive, most white collar fragrance ever

[perflorale]

Fragrances i think Regina George would wear…

Viva La Juicy by Juicy Couture

Mean Girls is an Iconic early 2000s movie. And are you really y2k if you don’t own at least one Juicy Couture scent? I feel this would be Regina’s every day fragrance. It’s feminine, its delectable, its warm and rich. Sure it’s affordable and maybe common by now, but a win is a win. I feel Regina would layer this with vanilla body lotions. She also loves the way the bottle looks on her vanity. This is a delicious gourmand with warm notes of vanilla, caramel and amber giving it it’s notoriously sweet, and seductive vibe. This is one of those fragrances that brings all the boys to the yard, if thats what you want it for…. just sayin.

THANK U, NEXT by Ariana Grande

I mean….I can’t retain the knowledge that the music video has a mean girls theme and not mention this. Plus it’s so Regina. While this for sure is not her everyday scent, i can see it being her perfect choice for summer or one to pack on vacation since it leans more fruity and tropical. Theres a coconut accord in the middle and sweet macaron at base. The sharp note of raspberry at the top cuts the sweetness slightly, giving it the punchy fruitiness it’s recognised for. The perfect summer perfume for a lover of fragrances that are sweet. The bottle design is very in character for Regina too, this girl breaks hearts left and right and she will make sure she looks & smells damn good while doing it. This is an ultra feminine scent in an ultra feminine bottle, and very on brand for a plastic.

Good Girl by Carolina Herrerra

This perfume is very dangerous, in a playful way. Deceiving due to its duality. Innocent in the name, but daring in the scent and bottle. I would say the notes that stand out the most in this for me at least, are the coffee, tonka bean and sandalwood. I also sense the vanilla here and there. Everyone reports different notes standing out to them in this because theres just so much going on. I can see Regina wearing this on a night out, or when attending a party. This fragrance definitely entices. Men especially seem to really love this fragrance on women. This represents Regina’s duality, how she can seem sweet and playful one minute and entirely machiavellian the next. A perfume fit for a bad bitch. It's a more grown up feminine fragrance compared to the previous two I mentioned. Definitely a step up in maturity. I say you can wear any perfume at any age, age is never a barrier, but if you were to ask me who i think this is targeted for, I’d say maybe like a college/university student? Its like young adult. It's grown but doesn’t take itself too seriously. I have heard that this perfume is considered a “night club” fragrance and that people often wear it to go clubbing. I don’t go to clubs, but i do have this perfume, and from the vibe it gives me I can definitely see why people would wear this in the club, it’s spontaneous. So it’s not serious but definitely sexy in a playful way. The stiletto heel bottle isn’t a bad touch either. This perfume has so many versions, and i highly recommend checking out all the flankers but i think Regina would love the original the most.

Guimauve by Reminiscence

I wanted a fragrance with a note of mint in it to make an ode to the foot cream she was trolled into using on her face. Which, not so surprisingly worked to her advantage, because if Regina can do anything, it’s adapt and make something work in her favour. Since our main man Aaron Samuels seemed to enjoy the scent of mint on her, I’d say its a note that compliments her body chemistry. The plastics are young and in high school, and most scents girls of that age tend to gravitate towards are the gourmands or the fruity mists. Anything edible smelling basically. So to keep consistency with this edible theme, this choice makes sense. It’s a fairly affordable perfume too. It has a wide range of notes so it is complex and multi layered. This fragrance to my nose at least, smells sweet and then aromatic, and then sweet again…definitely a chameleon of a perfume, and remember how i said Regina is adaptable if anything? Now you see where I’m going with this. Its still a very sweet smelling fragrance that is worth a try if you are curious. Plus the bottle is pink which is again, oh so on brand for a plastic. With the regal looking ribbon, the diamond crown lid, and golden detailing, it seems fit for the queen of North Shore so how can one go wrong with this? Her name is 👑 Regina 👑 after all. I can see her enjoying this as a shower or bed time fragrance because its delicious but also the aromatics give it a fresh clean edge. With notes like lavender, mint and rosemary to soothe her on a stressful day; she seems rather prone to stress (as seen by her ear piercing scream after realising what the Kalteen bars actually did) the almond, vanilla, and tonka bean also give it a saccharine and familiar warmth. This is actually credited as a marshmallow fragrance although fragrantica lists no trace of marshmallow in the notes, people compare it often to Kilian’s love don’t be shy, which is another very well known and loved marshmallow fragrance on the more expensive side of the spectrum. It does not disappoint on the marshmallow vibe though, if you enjoy that. Definitely smells like a confectionery but the aromatics and citruses in there make it unique. Imagine you are having a bubble bath with all your favourite essential oils but also snacking on homemade marshmallows that have been dusted in icing sugar, now imagine all those scents blending in the warm steam. This is what you’re going to smell.

🌸 As always if you want to see more fragrance matchups for characters you love, or for yourself, hit me with an ask! 🌸

[davidjohnson31]

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Chanel Coco Mademoiselle

Tom Ford Black Orchid

Lancôme La Vie Est Belle

Yves Saint Laurent Libre

Dior J'adore

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Bleu de Chanel

Creed Aventus

Dior Sauvage

Tom Ford Oud Wood

Giorgio Armani Acqua di Gio Profumo

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[downtowncannibal]

What I think the Black Christmas cast all smells like/what kinda body wash they use:

This came to me when I was smelling my lotion lmao, bit odd but whatever, I love all the women of Black Christmas (plus Chris and Billy) Excuse smelling mistakes, I pulled this out of my ass last minute

CLARE HARRISON

Tangerine. That's all I have to say. At least when she was alive, Clare always preferred more fruity, pleasant smells that were easy on the nose. She's the type to light "Summer" candles during Halloween. She owns this rather expensive body wash package that came with lotion and a orange loofa, it's probably called something like "Blossom Tangerine Spring" Clare's willing to change it up unlike a lot of other people on this list, any sort of soft fruit smelling perfume or lotion will do. Clare smells fruity.

BARBARA COARD

Probably something that smells more woodish, or simple but alluring. I've mentioned this before, but I think Cinnamon is a particular scent she'd enjoy. She wouldn't get as proper as Clare with the matching lotion and such, but she's got a good $3 dollar store Cinnamon scented body wash she's pretty happy with and uses the hell out of. Since it's so cheap, the scent definitely fades a bit quicker, and in that case she begins to smell more of nicotine than the pleasant cinnamon, but thats okay, she showers pretty frequently. I also feel like she smells lightly of cologne, men's cologne, she chooses to wear it- but only a little spurt. Barb doesn't change up and isn't willing to try other scents, she likes cinnamon and she sticks with it- and if not cinnamon, just natural bar soap.

JESS BRADFORD

Jess isn't really particular with what she uses, it could be simple bar soap or the finest soap in all of Canada, she doesn't really care. If she were to choose, however, she would probably choose more Lavender scents, but like Clare, nothing too strong. All in all, Jess smells like dove soap, and it makes her skin so fucking soft.

PHYLLIS CARLSON

Billy says she smells like hippie, personally, I think she'd smell like tea with a mix of blueberries, a more- mystical, yet nature smelling perfume. Uses really nice smooth lotion, but cheap body wash. Doesn't really care what she smells like, just as long as it isn't bad.

CHRIS HAYDEN

Chris takes decent care of himself but prefers simple bar body wash and then applying a heavy amount of cologne. He's got no sort of body oder to cover, he uses that extra manly deodorant and shit like that, he just overestimates how much cologne he needs. The cologne isn't cheap, but it isn't too expensive either, probably about 30 bucks and isn't a name brand- but he doesn't really care, he's just looking to smell nice. When the cologne begins to fade is when it actually smells decent, it smells like exactly whatever comes to mind when you think of men's cologne. Old spice user. Also smells like a Christmas tree, oak smeller.

PETER SMYTHE

Trying to be serious for Peter and not just say "like shit." Because I fucking hate Peter. Anyways, Peter is like Jess- but the difference is he actually cannot afford to use more expensive soaps. Considering he lives in the conservatory and is a starving artist, I doubt he has money to waste on soap. Doesn't really use any lotions, just uses the cheapest body wash he can buy and he's done. It doesn't really bother him, he's more of a cologne kinda guy than a body wash sorta guy. If he uses cologne it's probably something Jess bought for him as a gift.

BILLY

Old, old cologne, dirt, and dust. Billy of course, being a attic dweller and likely home hopper, can't really afford to buy any sort of hygiene products. My personalization of Billy fucking hates being filthy, and tries to get showers whenever he can (he's not really a germophobe, but rather the concept of being filthy inside and out is something that disturbs him, and seeing dirt on his filthy skin can make him breakdown.) So that's why I say he doesn't smell like piss, but rather..oh? Cinnamon? Yup, he's stealing Barbs body wash, both out of spite and just because he likes the smell, he tells himself it's out of only spite though because "cinnamon is a unmanly scent"

LIEUTENANT FULLER

Another bar soap user, smells like- cop. Little bit of dust, little bit of gunpowder here and there, he doesn't really have any sort of signature scent, but does sometimes use vanilla hand lotion that's pretty strong, but definitely not bad smelling!

NASH

Old man (fr, old man, what your grandpas house smells like, you know the smell.)

[rakhibazaar]

9 Auspicious Rakhi Gifts to Send to Your Brother Online

Sending a Rakhi to your brother is incomplete without adding an auspicious gift. A gift will have a major effect on the Rakhi. Well, Gifts are a way to express feelings. That’s why it is a trend to offer gifts to loved ones on special occasions. So, this year, send a gift to your brother with a Rakhi and shower love and blessings. Your brother will be surprised and feel truly loved. Auspicious Rakhi gifts are available in the market that can embrace the Rakhi occasion. Some of the best Rakhi gift items selected are listed below.

Best Bro Mug

Best Bro mug is one of the best choices to adore brothers on Rakhi. So, you can add it to your Rakhi and make a perfect Rakhi combo. Sending such an adorable Rakhi gift online with a beautiful Rakhi is nothing but a pleasant surprise for your dearest brother.

Dry Fruits Potli

You can add a Dry fruit Potli to your Rakhi to adore your brother on the occasion of Rakhi. It is a healthy gesture of love and care that conveys a special message to brothers. So, just buy it for your brother and wish him a happy and healthy Raksha Bandhan.

Potted Live Plant

Keeping health in mind, giving live plants as a gift is quite trendy. You can also choose to send online Rakhi for your brother. You can wish your brother a healthy lifestyle and happy surroundings through this amazing gift. Attractive pots enhance the value of this adorable gift.

Chocolate Box

On the occasion of Rakhi, how can you forget to send your brother a delectable chocolate box? After all, it is time to sweeten his mouth after tying a Holy thread on his wrist. So, choose his favourite one from the varieties of chocolates and leave him stunned.

Best Bother Printed Cushion

Printed cushions are available for every occasion. For Raksha Bandhan, the Best Brother cushion is quite popular. It is one of the best Rakhi gifts online, delivered across India and abroad. You can check its popularity before purchasing.

Perfume

Send Rakhi to India with a mind-blowing fragrant. Explore various brands and buy a decent perfume for your brother. If you already know his taste, it would be the best thing for you. You can add his favourite perfume to a Rakhi and send it to him.

Customised Bracelet

Men love to wear bracelets. It is an auspicious jewellery for them. You can give it a personal touch to it by engraving his name. It would be an auspicious present for him. A bracelet with a personal touch is a bundle of happiness for him. He will love to wear it always.

Tea and Coffee Hamper

If your brother is addicted to tea and coffee, delight him by offering him a tea and coffee hamper with a pretty Rakhi. This hamper can be paired with a Designer Rakhi, making it an alluring gesture for your dearest brother.

Stainless Steel Water Bottle

A stainless steel water bottle is also the most demanding gift on Rakhi occasions. You can buy it for your brother and pair it with a Rakhi. It is a very useful gift that you give to your brother on Rakhi.

So, these are some heartwarming gifts you can send to your brother with any Rakhi type. Pair them smartly and make the Rakhi gesture pleasant for your brother, especially for those who live far away from you.

[junkyardromeo]

little neon angels scene, circa 1990

My head is spinning already. It’s nine at night, and I’ve been daydrinking, and we’re due at a party at the Tuff Mansion later. Well, they call it a mansion but really it’s a shitty fuckin’ apartment, worse than ours.

“These make me look fat,” Ryan says, crossing his arms and glaring at the mirror. He’s wrapped up in a brand new pair of Lip Service pants, the sexy as fuck PVC ones with the buckles all up and down the legs.

“Shut your fuckin’ mouth, they look hot.” I smack his ass. He turns and gives me a look that’s half sexy and half terrifying. I’m gonna pay for this later, that’s for damn sure, but I’ll worry about it when the time comes.

“Wear those shorts I like,” Ryan says. His tone says it’s not optional, even though it’s kind of cold out.

“Dude, has anyone seen my boots?” Alistair is tearing the room apart looking for his shoes, and Tripp must be in the shower because it feels humid in here. Alice opens a window.

An hour later, we’re stumbling out the door. The cold seems unimportant now that I’ve got half a bottle of Jack in me. I’m carrying it with me as we trek down the Strip, determined to finish the bottle by the time we get there. Fuck sobriety. I can’t deal with people sober.

Ryan’s hand is in the back pocket of my cut-offs, which I’ve paired with cowboy boots and a fishnet top.

“You look like a slut,” he says.

“So do you,” I say, giggling. He does! Those fuckin’ pants are gonna be the death of me!

“Look around, you ain’t alone,” Tripp says. Somehow, he’s already collected a blonde girl who’s hanging off his arm and making eyes at him. Alice looks severely disinterested in everything, per usual, and Ryan looks dangerous, per usual.

“Let’s catch a ride,” I say. “I’m not walking all the fuckin’ way to North Hollywood.” Which is reasonable! North Hollywood is a fuckin’ hike, and we have friends who have cars. There is no fuckin’ reason to walk all that way. We know everyone, and someone’s bound to come rolling by.

And they do.

We pile into the backseat of Roxy DeVeaux’s convertible (daddy’s money) and arrive to the Tuff Muff Mansion in style. It’s already out of control—as we’re walking up, some guy falls backwards over the railing and lands at Alice’s feet.

“Hi, Paul!” Tripp says.

“Heeeyyy!” Paul drunkenly replies. He staggers to his feet and immediately pukes in the hedge. We make our way inside, and soon, everyone’s gone their own separate way. The party is in full swing.

Fuck yeah.

I left my empty bottle of Jack in Roxy’s car, so it’s definitely time to find another drink. I don’t have to look far before a girl is handing me a beer and feeling me up. She’s pretty and her tits are nice, and based on the way she’s looking at me, she’s easy. I grab her ass and pull her against me, liking her perfume and the way her tits press against my chest. She’s soft in a way men aren’t, sweet in a way men aren’t.

“What’s your name?” she asks as I slip my hand up her shirt.

“Lani.” I don’t bother asking for hers. It’s not like I would remember anyways.

“You wanna-”

“Yeah.” I unzip my shorts, push her skirt up, and pick her up against the wall. She’s faking the moans but I don’t particularly care. She’s hot and ready and that’s all I need; girls like her are a dime a dozen in Hollywood. In this room. In my life. All I am to her is a pretty face, just like all she is to me is someone to fuck. Round and round. All we fuckin’ do is use each other—for money, for sex, for drugs, for fame.

I come first. I’m not gonna leave a girl wanting, though, so I get on my knees and look up at her.

“You can hold me down, pull my hair, whatever,” I say. “Anything goes.”

***

It’s almost four by the time Ryan grabs my arm and drags me into the bathroom. The sink is disgusting, stained from Michael’s hair dye and crusty with cigarette ash and god knows what else, and there’s what appears to be blood smeared on one wall.

“Jesus,” I mumble. Ryan’s hands are rough and hot on my skin as he yanks my shorts down and I feel kind of sick. Drunk. My reflection stares back at me, all smudged, fucked up makeup and ratty hair, red cheeks, swollen lips. God, I look like a cheap whore. Ryan seems to like it. He smacks my ass, hard, laughing a little when I gasp.

“You deserve that,” he says. “You deserve worse than that, but I’m feeling nice tonight. Bend over.”

It bothers me a little how much shit like this gets me off. He’s a fuckin’ sadistic motherfucker, a mean little sonofabitch. Fuck, I love him.

He fucks me hard over the sink, one hand in my hair and one gripping my hip. There’s gonna be bruises tomorrow for sure. I like watching us in the mirror—me, fucked out and desperate; him, fucked up and desperate. We’re a match made in…well, not heaven.

I come first, and he keeps fucking me. He twists one of my nipple rings, then the other, then my knees give out. Everything burns and he keeps fucking me, hard and rough, and I feel my head spinning before everything goes dark.

***

I wake up nauseous, with a pounding headache, crusty eyes, and no clue where I am. Someone’s greasy fuckin’ hair is in my mouth.

“Get off,” I rasp, shoving the dead weight off my chest. It turns out that it was Ryan’s hair in my mouth, and I’ve just shoved him off the bed and onto the floor. Well, if you call the mattress in the corner of our apartment a bed. Technically, Tripp’s apartment. Which means that we made it home last night, even though I remember exactly nothing about what went down.

Fuckin’ typical.

Ryan groans loudly, covering his eyes with his forearm.

“Feellikeshit,” he mumbles.

“Yeah.” I drag my sorry ass to the bathroom just in time for whatever I drank last night to make itself known again, and splash some water on my face. I don’t look so good. I need to shave and I look like I haven’t slept in weeks, but some makeup and a beer should fix it.

“Come back,” Ryan whines. “No good morning kiss?”

“I just blew chunks, babe. Don’t think you’re interested.” I mess with my hair until it looks halfway decent, then venture back to the living room to look for something to wear. I still have on my shorts from last night, but have somehow lost my shirt and one of my socks. Fuckin’ typical. I can’t keep up with socks for shit.

“My mouth already tastes like…like, stale cologne or something,” Ryan says, sitting up and rubbing his face. “It’s fine.”

I lean down and kiss the tip of his nose.

“Where you going?”

“Corner store,” I reply. “I’m out of cigarettes.” Which is only partly true. I think I have a pack somewhere but I’m too lazy to look for it, and the weather looks nice. A walk down the street won’t kill me (probably.)

He groans again and stretches, reminiscent of a cat. Or something. His eyes are all dark with smeared makeup and he’s got a fuckin’ vicious bite mark on his jaw—did I do that? He’s wearing leather pants. Fucking christ, dude, leather pants. He slept in ‘em! Even I can’t sleep in leather!

“Come with?” I ask.

“Fuck, why not?” He stands unsteadily and picks up a shirt off the floor. I think it belongs to Alistair. He will mind. That’s a problem for later. I dig two pairs of dark mirrored sunglasses out of the mess and sit one pair on his face. He looks like a wreck, but it’s a pretty wreck.