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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 6 months

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Three for One 1

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, cheating, customer service abuse, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: As a customer service associate, you're used to work with a wide variety of characters. Your efforts to go above and beyond draw the attention of a certain set of customers who want more than what's on the shelf.

Character: Andy Barber, Lloyd Hansen, Ransom Drysdale

Note: Right, this was supposed to be a drabble series but it morphed and not I'm fucked.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you all. Take care. 💖

It's the most special time of year! Mistletoe, jingle bells, and holiday cheer! Oh, and hot chocolate. Lots of that.

You hide your thermos under the desk and grab the crystal bottle again, giving a test spritz to the air. Your job isn't very complicated. All you do is say hi and chat about the perfume. Your manager says the job is selling but you don't like to see it that way.

You smile at a family of five as they veer towards the toy section. You don't think the six year old would be into an eau de parfum. It's understandable.

While you spend your hours wandering around expensive makeups and scents, you're filled with a certain hint of longing. For what you're paid to push the merchandise, you can't afford any of it yourself. Well, you've never been very materialistic.

You spin around and see a gentlemen approaching, though he doesn't seem to see you. He looks past you, almost through you. You stop in place and put on your best smile, fixing the red band around your head.

"Hello, sir, would you like to try some Gucci?" You offer and spray the nozzle at him.

He skids to a stop and recoils as if he's been slapped. He holds out his arm as he looks down at his coat, little droplets seeping into the fabric. He takes a whiff, his short mustache wiggling under his nose, and he scoffs as he tries to shake off the cologne.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He snips.

"Sorry, sir, I didn't mean to scare you."

"You just go around spray people with that horseshit?"

"Well, sir, with respect, I don't like that sort of language.

"And I don't like being drenched in dog piss," he blusters, "point me to the goddamn trimmers."

"Um, what kind? Nail trimmers? Pet trimmers? Garden trimmers?"

"What the fuck do you think?" He points to his own face.

You hold your smile. There's always that one customer who's having a bad day. Whatever's got him so upset must be worse than dealing with him.

"Personal care," you point to the far corner, "right over there, sir."

"Ugh," he stomps and storms off.

"I hope your day gets better," you call after him, "oh, did you want a store coupon--"

He ignores you as he waves you off over his shoulder. You watch him turn towards men's grooming and you shrug, rocking slightly. You try not to let them get to you. As jolly as you find this time of year, a lot of people don't feel the same.

You shrug off the encounter. You still have a few hours ahead of you and it's starting to bustle with customers. You help a couple find the home wares while keeping the boundary of cosmetics firm. Lucille, the manager, doesn't like you leaving your zone.

You approach a woman looking at the Prada selection and get her checked out with a new fragrance, specially gift-wrapped by yours truly. She leaves happy, a small victory for the day. You celebrate but not too much.

You come around the counter just as you see that man strutting back up. He has an item in his hand and ignores you as he passes. Still you smile at him.

"Annoying," he mutters under his breath.

"Need help finding anything else, sir?" You ask his heels.

He stops and you see the way his spine stiffens. Oh no, you shouldn't have said anything. He slowly turns to face you.

"You can shut up," he marches up to you and grabs the bottle from your hands, "shut." He sprays you in the face, "up." He squirts you several more times before shoving the vial against your chest, "stupid little girl."

You take the bottle, blinking as you use your cuff to wipe the perfume away from your eyes. He continues on his path as you stand dumbfounded, drenched in Gucci cologne. It's hard to breathe through the heavy scent and you can't help but cough.

What a jerk. Just because he's having a bad day, doesn't mean everyone needs to.

Slowly you grow accustomed to the smell of yourself. It’s not too unusual. You go nose blind about halfway through your shift once you spray a few too many samples. You keep your distance from customers, offering them a spritz but trying not to crowd them with the vapors of cologne rippling off of you.

You yawn as the afterwork rush floods in and you make another round, smiling at Sofia as she peeks over at you. She’s with another customer at the counter, ringing them up as she gabs. You spin at the display at the center of the crossway that runs through the beauty department and stagger back before another can run you over.

You apologise to the tall man as he skids to a stop on his soles. You can tell he’s in a hurry by the way he grips his briefcase and squares his jaw. He wears a long dark wool coat as flecks of snow melt into his thick beard.

“Oh, sorry, I er, wasn’t–” He clears his throat, collecting himself, “I… didn’t see you.”

“That’s okay, sir,” you assure him, “would you like to try the new scent?”

You hold up the onyx bottle but don’t spray him. You don’t need another dousing. He looks at the silver letters on the side then at you. The furrow in his brow lightens as his blue eyes swim.

“No thanks, but er, you think you could help me find something?”

“Of course,” you chime and lower the bottle, “are you looking for a gift for someone special?”

He nods, “my mother-in-law is on her way into town, I need a present. Maybe perfume?”

His tone is tinted with frustration as he reaches up to rub the back of his neck. He lets out a long sigh. He’s one of those shoppers; the last minute scrambler. You grasp the vial in one hand and tug at the front of your thick red sweater, you’re starting to get a bit toasty in the crowded store.

“How old is she?” You ask.

“Um,” he clamps his lips together and thinks, “hmmm, probably seventy-something? I’m sorry, I guess I should know that.”

“That’s okay, I… I would suggest some Liz Taylor,” you turn on your heel and wave him after you as you head off, “it’s a classic. Not so much a me scent but the older crowd likes it. Oh, and it’s on special so your wallet won’t hate it, either.”

You stop by the Diamonds display as you face him again. He follows at a pace and stops before the shelf, perusing the gold caps and crystal caps. He considers the rack in deep thought.

“Here,” you set down your bottle on a nearby table of seasonal decorations and take one from the display. You slip out a strip of cardstock and spray it with the sampler, “this one is gardenia. That was her favourite scent. It’s probably the least pungent.”

You offer him the sample and he eyes it. He slowly bends and sniffs the end of the paper. He wiggles his nose. It makes you sneeze too. As much as you’re a fan of the classic actress, her scents are dated.

“Smells like her,” he grumbles under his breath, “sure, I’ll take that.”

“Great,” you declare and trade the sampler for a boxed bottle, then retrieve your disposed Gucci vial, “would you like me to check you out, sir?”

“Is it faster?”

“I can be fast,” you promise him, “this way.”

You go around the sparkling counters and he meets you across the till. You type in your log in, taking several tries to get your passcode right. The man places his briefcase on the counter,a hand resting on the edge.

“You know a lot about this stuff?” He prompts.

“Yeah, I guess,” you smile as you scan the perfume and tap the special offer on the screen, “kinda part of the job.”

“Hmm” he hums again, in that thoughtful manner. You look at him but he’s not looking at your face, “that’s a nice sweater.”

You look down at the red wool speckled with pearls. It’s new and one of your favourites already. You can’t help a little wiggle of your shoulders, “thanks!”

“Very… cheerful,” he muses as he takes out his wallet, “wish I could say the same of what awaits me.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, sir, it’s that time of year, I guess,” you push the debit machine towards him and he taps his credit card, “I’m sure your mother-in-law will love the perfume.” The transaction approves and the receipt prompts, “would you like an email?”

“Nah, that’s fine,” he tucks his credit card away.

“Would you like it gift-wrapped?” You offer, “it’s free?”

He hovers his hand over his briefcase as he considers it. His eyes meet yours and his cheek dimples, “alright, yeah, that’s… that’s perfect. Thank you.”

“No problem,” you beam back at him, “let me just get some tissue paper…”

You murmur to yourself as you grab some gold tissue paper and a white gift bag with a Christmas tree embossed into the side. You carefully line up the small box on the paper and begin your intensive work. You're a master wrapper, you used to work at the wrapping station in the mall.

“What about you?” He asks before the silence can stretch too far, “you seeing family for the holidays? When you’re not working?”

“Um,” you smile as you look up, “I’m just hanging out with my dog. I bought him a bone.”

“A dog,” he nods, “your family live out of town?”

Usually, you ask the questions. It’s easier that way. It deflects the attention from you. It’s why you like the job; you can hear all about others and not have to think about yourself.

“Yeah, something like that,” you slip the wrapped box into the bag and fluff the tissue paper.

“Eh!” The loud exclamation makes you jump as the man merely turns his head, a tic in his jaw. His eyes narrow as another customer approaches, strutting with hands in his jacket pocket as he calls out, “Barber, what the hell?”

Your customer shifts towards the man, heels squeaking on the floor, “Hugh.”

“Don’t Hugh me, asshole,” the other man retorts, “you said you were busy? What’s the matter, you lose too much money last time?”

“Suzette is in town. Family dinner,” the man, Barber, drones dully.

“Ah, ditched for the old crone, I get it.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Well, wouldn’t you know it, poker night was canceled, something about not enough seats,” the man counters sharply.

“Next week,” the first man growls.

“Hey, you,” the man in the russet coat snaps his fingers in your direction, “you got some of that Acqua di Gio. That dumb girl over there said you’re sold out.”

Your brows pop up and you swallow tightly. He’s another type. The arrogant demander. He doesn’t hear no. He’ll ask everyone the same question in hope of getting a different answer.

“We are out of stock, sir, but I could order it in for you,” you suggest.

“Order in? I can just go on Amazon, thanks for nothing,” he chops his hand at you dismissively.

“Hey,” the other man nudges his chest, “be nice. She’s working.”

“What? I’m here to spend money and they got shit all–”

“It’s December,” the other man reproaches before he turns back to you, “sorry, my friend is a jerk.” He accepts the gift bag as you hold it out, “thank you. You saved me.”

“No problem, but er, I was gonna say,” you turn to the other man, “sir, I have some samples of the Armani. I could give you those while you wait for the order.”

“Samples?” He echoes, “how many?”

“Let me have a look,” you back up and go to the drawer at the back of the checkout.

“I gotta get going, miss,” the first man waves his hand as you peek over your shoulder, “have a happy holiday.”

“You too,” you chirp back and find the last few tubes of Armani. You claim them and prance back to meet the new customer at the counter, “I have five.” You lay out your wares, “if I order in a bottle it’ll be in just before Christmas.”

“Two weeks?” He puffs.

“I’m sorry, sir, that’s the earliest I can do. It’s the last day I can guarantee delivery before Christmas.”

“Talk, talk, talk, order it,” he snaps.

“Right, let me just…” you open the shop and search up the scent. You add it to the cart and proceed. “Alright, got that, did you want it shipped for pick up here or to your address.”

“Here, they can never fucking find my house,” he sniffs.

“Great, so when it arrives, we’ll give you a call. You’ll also get an email to confirm.”

“What’s going on here?” He points at you suddenly. You look down again at your sweater but don’t see anything amiss. You flinch as he reaches to pinch one of the pearls, “what is this?”

“Oh, I… my sweater,” you raise your head, swallowing down the insult. It’s cute!

“Huh, Walmart clearance, huh,” he scoffs, “alright, how much are you robbing me for?”

He reaches into his coat as you hit total. You read out the final amount but he doesn’t pull out a card; he hands you cash. You count the bills, twice over, then give him his change. He looms with impatient huffs.

“Here’s your receipt,” you hand him the strip of paper. “Have a good day, sir.”

“Mmm,” he pokes his tongue into his cheek as he shoves the receipt into his pocket, “actually, while I’m here, I’d like a new sweater. You can help me and I’ll show you what real quality is.”

You almost laugh. Not spitefully, it’s just a bit silly. He’s competing with you, a perfume pusher.

“Well, sir, I can point you towards men’s fashion but I’m not able to leave this department, I’m sorry,” you give a sheepish smile.

“Oh no, good girl wouldn’t want to break the rules,” he rolls his eyes, “goody goody and her precious little smile.” He hooks his thumbs in his pockets, “my shit better be in by Christmas.”

He twists and strides away. You watch him go but not for long as you’re quickly distracted by a customer looking at the Britney Spears collection. Those are easy sellers.

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princessmadafu · 4 months

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I bet we're all thinking the same thing, aren't we?

The pair of them bang on about the importance of good mental health while abusing their own families.

It's pretty well understood these days that stress and anxiety impact on one's physical health and well-being.

And boy, do that pair cause stress and anxiety!

Prince Philip (deceased), Queen Elizabeth (deceased), King Charles (ill), Catherine (ill), Mr Markle (ill for a long time)...

Probably could include on the list several ex-employees and staff as well, who decided the job wasn't worth the stress and anxiety and pressure.

This is not coincidence.

No amount of anxiety-relieving finger-tapping will work when you're inhaling her exudence; her personal and particular eau de parfum, Essence of Toxicity. Comes in an odd-shaped bottle that fits inside a toilet roll. You know the dress I mean! Sprays everywhere, every time she flushes down the brown.

Anyway, what I meant to say was, I join all of you in praying for the full recovery of King Charles and Catherine, and strength also to Camilla, William and the children.

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mewhenimanangel · 11 months

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spiderboy, miles morales x reader

part 1 ʚɞ part 2 ʚɞ part 3! ʚɞ part 4 ʚɞ part 5

pairing: earth 1610! miles morales x reader

chapter 3 synopsis: you and miles show up to peter’s party together and you get into a bit of an altercation.

wc: 2.0k

warnings!: cursing, harrassment, drugs and alcohol mentioned, kissing

Miles had gone home to change for the party and you sat in front of your mirror deciding what to do with your hair. You applied blush to your cheeks and did your lip combo. You decided on a half up half down look, letting a few stray braids fall to frame your face. Getting dressed, you took a moment to look at your outfit in the mirror.

You wore a black short sleeve crop top with the back cut out with a pair of mid rise wide leg jeans and a pair of adidas sambas on her feet. You decorated yourself in your bow necklace with a necklace that had a pearl as the pendant and a pair of gold earrings . You sprayed your 'Her Eau de Parfum' from Burberry and grabbed your essentials and your bag.

You scratched Bobo's head before heading to the living room. You grabbed your black puffer jacket from the coat rack as your mom perked up from the couch. "Have fun baby and please stay safe. Be home by 11:30 but I won't be home when you get back, I'm going out with Gabby so bring your keys" she informed you. "Okay mommy, I love you" you closed the door and head for the stairs. You and Miles decided to meet at the bodega down the street and head to the party together.

After walking two blocks, and you turned the corner saw Miles inside talking to the man behind the counter. "Hey Miles" you said walking up behind him. "Hey Y/n" he said with a genuine smile on his face. "You look really really pretty" The compliment brought a cheeky grin to your face. "Thank you, you look really good too" You took your time to check him out. He wore a black t-shirt with baggy black jeans, his signature green bomber jacket and black cat jordans. "You wanna get anything before we go?" he asked. "Yeah gimme a sec" you said making your way to the candy aisle.

He watched intently as you browsed through, grabbing a snickers bar and heading the the fridges in the back to grab a drink. "So you like her huh" Lenny snorted, looking at him from behind his glasses. "What! Who said that?" he denied, Lenny not buying it. You made your way back to the counter to pay for her snickers, a cream soda, and a water. You dug into your purse to grab $5 before Miles stopped you. "No it's okay, I got it" He pulled out his wallet and gave Lenny the money before you could say any rebuttal. He opened the door for you and you grabbed the plastic bag. "You really didn't have to do that you know" she told him. "I wanted to" he shrugged.

You walked the couple blocks to the venue until you could hear the music bumping inside. "Jesus how is there no noise complaint yet" you joked trotting down the stairs to the entrance. "Deadass" Miles followed behind. You pulled out your phone to text Zoya that you were there. "She said to meet her in the back" you told the boy following closely behind you through the crowd of people.

Weaving through the bodies of people dancing and drinking and chatting, you wondered where Peter knew this many people from or where he got access to all this booze. Spotting Zoya's ginger hair that was now straightened and Maya with a cigarette in hand, you grabbed Miles' hand and pulled him through to your friends. "Hey bebe" Zoya threw her arms around your neck, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey Z, hey Maya" you greeted the girls with a big smile. "See you brought a friend" Zoya teased. "Hey Miles" Zoya threw an arm around him, giving a small hug. "Yo Miles, Y/n" Peter called out walking up to the group. "So glad y'all came bruh" he dapped Miles up and gave you a hug before throwing his arm around Zoya.

"Yo, I got drinks over there but if you want something stronger, I got some stuff in a room back there" Peter offered taking a swig off Zoya's bottle. "I'm good" you said grabbing a cig from Maya while she lit it. "Want one?" Maya offered to Miles. "Nah I'm okay" he said. Peter took him to hang out with some guys they both knew.

"So you finally asked Miles out?" Zoya asked taking a hit from your cig. "No, just asked if he wanted to come with me" you answered. "N/n just ask him out! You so obviously like him and he might like you too. What's the damage?" she groaned. "You are way too interested in my love life bebe" you playfully retorted. "That's cause I need to make sure you're off the market so I don't leave Peter for you" she joked.

The three of you chat before heading out onto the floor to join the people dancing. Truth is, by now you were a little high. And it wasn't long before Peter came back and him and Zoya were in their own world. Miles tapped your shoulder to get your attention, he had looked a little high too, but he seemed to be fine. "You wanna dance?" you asked the boy grabbing his hands. "Yeah why not!" he shouted over the music.

Slowly his hands found their way onto your waist as you moved to the music. You threw your arms around his neck as you stared at each others' face. Your eyes flickered down to his lips as you eventually closed the gap between your bodies and held each other as you swayed back and forth. Miles' heart was racing being so close to you, he just hoped his hands weren't sweaty.

"I'm gonna go get a drink, do you want anything?" you got close to his ear to tell him. "No I'm alright" he nodded his head. "Okay i'll be right back" you walked over the table where there were bottles of beer and vodka scattered across. You poured yourself a cup of Smirnoff sorbet when a voice called out to you. "Yo what's up pretty girl"

You looked over and realized you didn't even recognize the guy. "Hey.." you awkwardly said back. "What you up to" he asked, leaning on the table. "Uh nothing just hanging like everyone else" you replied taking a sip of your drink before pouring more. "Aha yeah I guess you're right" you nodded and began walking back over to where Miles was when the guy stopped you. "You here with anybody?" his words were slurred, obviously drunk

"Just friends.." you answered. "Cool cool, you wanna dance?" he said getting off the table. "No thanks" you laughed off. "Ahh come on why not?" he pushed. "I just don't want to.." you awkwardly laughed. "Come onn" he said snaking his hand around your waist. "Dude, I said no!" you shouted pushing his hand off.

"What's your problem, bitch" he squeezed his hands tighter around your waist and pressed himself against you, making you drop your drink. "Yo what the fuck is wrong with you!" you yelled pushing him off finally. The commotion made some heads turn, watching the scene. "It ain't even that fucking serious-" Just then Miles showed up behind the guy. "Yo what's your problem man" he pulled him back away from you .

"Oh this your bitch?" the guy laughed. "Nah but I'd appreciate it if you stopped calling her that and backed the fuck up" Miles said, getting a push from the boy. "She fucking ugly anywa-" he was cut off receiving a hit to the side of the face from Miles. He rubbed a finger under his nose as blood began to pour out.

He ran up and pushed Miles making Miles come back at him again pushing him the the ground. "I said to back the fuck up!" Miles shouted at him, ready to strike again. Miles wasn't one to get violent, but this asshole was bothering you so he of course had to get rough.

"Miles chill!" you shouted taking his hand and pulling him back. The guy got up from the ground ready to hit Miles before Peter and another boy came and pulled him back. "Nahhh you gotta go bro. Go get the fuck outta here!" Peter shouted pushing him towards the doors. "Whatever bruh fuck this lame ass shit" he grumbled purposely hitting Miles' shoulder on the way out.

"Y/n you okay?" Zoya and Maya said frantically coming to hug and comfort you. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. It's cool" you brushed off. You looked at Miles and sA the distraught look on his face. "Thanks..for that." you said taking him into your arms. He slowly hugged back, wrapping his arms around your torso "Y-yea, Don't worry. That guy was a fucking dickhead. You okay?" he pulled back. "Yeah" you nod yourhead. "Peter, sorry for messing up your party." you said wrapping your arms behind you. "Nah n/n, it was that dumb fuck. Party's still jumping though" he brushed off handing you a new cup.

Another hour passed of drinking and dancing, before you got a text from your mom 'you heading home yet?' You checked the time to see it was 11:40. "Guys, I think I'm g-gonna go home now" you told the group, taking another sip from your cup "Alright well there's no way you're walking home alone" Zoya said taking the cup from you. "I can walk her home" Miles suggested. "Are you sure, you're not drunk too are you?" Zoya made sure. "Sobered up" he assured. Zoya gave you a bear hug and a kiss on the cheek before you said your goodbyes to the rest of the group.

Miles held your hand as you maneuvered your way through the crowd of people and up the stairs. You weren't completely hammered but you were stumbling a bit so he wrapped an arm around your torso. "Thanks for walking me home, Miles" you said looking up at him. The way the street lights and and the moonlight were casting a shadow on his face it made him look even more attractive. Maybe Zoya was right, maybe you did have a little crush on him. "It's no problem, hermosa" he smiled down at you. You reached into your bag and grabbed the water you bought from earlier and gulped it down, your drunk catching up to you.

You got to your building and walked up the stairs, to the front door. You hugged him before going in "Thank you so much for everything tonight, seriously" you smiled at him. "Of course. Goodnight Y/n."

You stared into each other's eyes, before leaning closer. Miles' eyes flickered down to your lips and back to your eyes, seemingly asking for permission to kiss you. You answered by gently pressing your lips against his. He rest his hands against the back of your neck to deepen the kiss, still keeping it soft and relaxed. You pulled away and let out a sigh you each didn't know you were holding. "Goodnight Miles" you said with a smile you failed at hiding.

"Goodnight beautiful" he grinned walking off as you entered your apartment. The lights were off except for Bobo's night light by his cat tree which meant your mom probably wasn't home yet. You've never been more glad for your mom's absence so to not smell the alcohol on your breath and clothes. Bobo jumped down and rubbed his head against your leg, following you down the hallway.

Getting undressed, you threw your clothes in the hamper and hopped in the shower. You felt a headache creeping up on you as your lathered your body. You got out and brushed you teeth, getting rid of your makeup and washing your face. You put on your lotion and your lip balm, dressing in a pair of boy shorts and a tank top before climbing under you sheets, Bobo following curling up by the wall. You laid there for a second thinking about your night as a smile crept on your face. You had to tell Zoya.

#NIA WRITES ࿐#across the spiderverse #miles morales x reader #miles morales #spiderman #spider man across the spider verse #miles morales 1610 #miles morales x you #spider man x reader #spider man: atsv

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daiseukiis · 1 year

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

FEAT. ⠀⠀⠀⠀ chigiri hyouma, yukimiya kenyu, nagi seishiro, alexis ness, bachira meguru, hiori yo, kurona ranze

A/ N. when i tell you i went to sephora to smell at least 15 scents and had employees ask me how i was doing five times is a mf understatement. i stood in front of that fragrance wall, sniffed and labeled the smells. srsly 5/10 would not go back unless i gotta, so mf crowded for what. again, i work as a cosmetician and these are 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!

༊*·˚ CHIGIRI HYOMA is 100% going to wear YSL LA NUIT DE HOMME EAU DE TOILETTE. this fragrance starts off very subtle, which is exactly what he's going for! super aromatic, and despite it supposedly being a spicy hot fragrance ( as in when you smell it, it's kinda warm ) there's this woodsy and slightly citrus smell that gaslights into making you smell this sweet note that pops up once it fully develops on him!! chigiri was definitely surprised at the warmth and kinda sweet smell it had, also his sister helped him chose it.

༊*·˚ YUKIMIYA KENYU with his sponsor BURBERRY HERO EAU DE PARFUM. this guy is into some of the classics! despite how strong the scent comes off at first, it dials down to this spicy fresh scent. you'd be surprised how the spiciness isn't overwhelming and aromatic as well. there's an amazing cedar and citrus scent that makes it worth while! it really suits him as he goes with it since its long lasting and when he models it gives him a fresh and woody smell. he most like started wearing it after modelling with burberry and just stuck to it.

༊*·˚ NAGI SEISHIRO wears VALENTINO UMONO BORN IN ROMA EAU DE TOILETTE. this scent it is a nice woody but mineral like smell. a spicy hot middle note that gives you that warmth and comfiness when you smell it. very aromatic and slightly aquatic due to the salt and sage! just giving lots of at home and comfy vibes. he wants to go with something that he can wear on an everyday thing, and something that isn't to overpowering. he also doesn't give a shit if its a men or womens fragrance because his parents probably just bought it for him.

༊*·˚ ALEXIS NESS of course wears VERSACE DYLAN BLUE. this is very citrusy and very amber smelling when you spray it for the first time, but when it starts to dry down the scent will not be as strong and it's subtle! doesn't want to put kaiser's eros to shame. when it dries you'll be surprised to smell that fresh but also warm spicy ( like his mf personality ). hint of woodsy and musk that blends together to very subtle sweet aromatic smell. obviously, he would be a frequent versace buyer because of kaiser but doesn't wanna wear the same thing as him! .

༊*·˚ BACHIRA MEGURU surprisingly wears TOM FORD COSTA AZZURA EAU DE PARFUM. this aromatic smell is definitely unique... it has woody and citrus top notes when first sprayed, but there's a marine like scent after due to the seaweed!! this scent is enhanced due to the lavender, lemon and mandarin but what makes it super interesting is this herbaceous!! the vanilla gives you that warm, kinda spicy with an odd sweet smell? honestly when i smelt it i was like wtf is this bc its so different. bachira's mom bought for him 100%.

༊*·˚ HIORI YO wears MONT BLANC LEGEND SPIRIT FRESH. this screams him and i cannot be convinced otherwise ! this scent is something super freshly light, nothing overbearing due to the aquatic scents because of the grapefruit! theres a hint of spiciness but its super fresh because of the cardamom. the lavender and woody scent is giving a nice soft powdery feel. this has a hint of sweetness, you can't really smell it unless you concentrate to smell it but it hides just a bit behind those wood notes. hiori got this one because when he went out one of the salesperson suggested it to him and he likes how it makes him feel like he's not in his home.

༊*·˚ KURUNA RANZE is giving PRADA LUNA ROSA OCEAN. it’s nice fresh scent that has very mild woodsy notes!! reminds you as if you went to the ocean on a sunny day. it's powdery and aromatic and the musky note it has is super subtle! has that hint citrus scent with a slightly spicy note with it but what makes it an aromatic is the lavender. kuruna at first only smelt this because it said ocean, but he ended up actually liking it so he can feel like an on land shark boy.

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