#molecule 01

[medullah]

scent of the day: escentric molecules molecule 01 + phebo bronze

notes:

molecule 01: iso e super

bronze: (top) rum, neroli, bergamot, (middle) heliotrope, sandalwood, guaiac wood, (base) vanilla, amber, musk

description: both of these fragrances complement each other so well and together produce the effect of an angel on her off-day. molecule 01 on its own, and layered with anything has a cozy blanketing effect and provides its sheer aura of sandalwood. bronze is a boozy vanilla that has a sweetly hazy effect from the neroli and heliotrope. layered, they dance around one another to create what is best described as an essence– sweet, haunting, ethereal, melancholic?

occasion: relaxing, daytime, work

profile: unisex, feminine-leaning

[myscentarchive]

Molecule 01 - Escentric Molecules

Eau de Toilette - 5 ml decant (atomizer) Eau de Toilette - 1.5 ml (atomizer)

Notes- Iso E Super

Gender: Unisex Molecule 01 consists of 100% Iso E Super, pure and singular. It combines with — almost caramelises with — your own smell to meld into a personal scent signature.

Molecule 01 has been said to cause animal magnetism — a latter-day love potion. Geza used the beautifully mysterious and democratic aroma-molecule Iso E Super as the star of this juice. He felt it expressed everything a perfumer could want: radiance, tenacity, and power.

[sabersplit]

Molecule 01 - Escentric Molecules (Oil Perfumery)

Notes

ISO E Super

Scent profile: woody, weird, synthetic, you but better, cozy, musky

[mmepastel]

Hum hum.

J’ai succombé à L’orpheline de Lutens que je trouve extra. Austère mais changeant, mystérieux, mystique. Après plusieurs vaporisations, je n’ai plus été intimidée par la fleur élégante : j’ai eu l’impression qu’elle disparaissait au profit de l’encens et du bois. J’ai trouvé un flacon vraiment pas cher sur Vinted.

Cependant, je trouvais la tenue trop légère. En passant un temps fou sur internet et en lisant mille avis de parfumeurs aguerris, ou de fans désappointés, j’ai entendu parler d’Ecsentric Molecule 01, un parfum minimaliste de niche lancé dans les années 2000, très cher, alors qu’il ne propose apparemment qu’une molécule : Iso E Super. Une molécule synthétique présente en parfumerie, censée entrer en synergie avec d’autres notes et fragrances, pour les « porter ». Une molécule imitant le musc, et se faisant presque piquante, fusante, effervescente. J’avais très envie de tester la chose. Sauf que le prix, quoi. Et là, voilà ti pas que je tombe sur Instagram (je crois ?) sur la maison Divain qui ne se cache pas de faire des dupes de parfums. Des copies, quoi. J’étais suspicieuse, étonnée qu’ils aient le droit de faire ça. Mais j’ai vu le prix d’un flacon du clone d’Escentric Molecule 01 (numéro 576, donc) : 12 euros. Ça a eu raison de mes scrupules et doutes.

J’ai reçu mon flacon ce matin. Je n’ai pulvérisé qu’un pshitt sur mon avant-bras,et j’ai immédiatement aimé ce que j’ai senti. Je ne connais pas le parfum imité, vous l’aurez compris, mais ce que j’ai senti sur mon bras m’a immédiatement plu. Quelque chose de scintillant, de lumineux et de musqué. Je l’ai senti toute la journée, contrairement à ce que beaucoup d’utilisateurs disent, se plaignant de ne pas sentir cette note synthétique (il paraît qu’on retrouve cette note dans le parfum Another 13 de Le Labo, autre maison hors de prix, et que là encore, des tas de gens ne sentent pas grand chose, voire RIEN - j’imagine leur frustration). Je pense qu’on peut aisément porter 576 seul, dans plein de circonstances : l’été, au travail si on envie d’être en mode discret, à la maison, avant de dormir par exemple, pourquoi se priver ? 12 euros les 100 ml !!! Bref, pour se donner un environnement « cocon », néanmoins assez attractif. Ce soir je le teste en « layering » (oui, j’ai du vocabulaire maintenant 🤦‍♀️) avec L’orpheline. C’est trop tôt pour dire si cela fonctionne comme « propulseur » ou « fixateur » ou que sais-je. Je n’ai pas envie non plus de dénaturer le travail de Serge Lutens. Je vais procéder �� divers essais.

En tout cas, ce soir, je sens parfaitement l’encens envoûtant de L’orpheline, ce qui reste un enchantement sans cesse renouvelé. Et, derrière, dessous, à côté, je ne sais, je sens une rondeur très charmante. Il va falloir que je mette au point mon dosage, pour savoir qui et combien pulvériser.

Résultat, je m’amuse, je zone le nez en l’air avec des fragrances qui me plaisent, ma foi, que demander de plus ?

PS : je viens d’avoir un flashback olfactif. Il me semble que le parfum d’Annick Goutal, Nuit étoilée, partage bien des points communs avec 576… (c’est pourtant un mélange fraîcheur citron/menthe et pin !!, allez comprendre…)

[n1pp]

Parfume tips

01. Store Properly:

Keep your perfume bottles in a cool, dark place away from direct sunlight and heat. Storing them in the fridge is also a great option, as the consistent cool temperature helps preserve the fragrance. This prevents the scent from deteriorating and ensures it stays true to its original composition.

02.Apply to pulse points:

Dab your perfume on pulse points like wrists, neck, and behind your ears. The warmth from these areas helps to diffuse the fragrance throughout the day.

03.Don't rub, just dab:

Avoid rubbing your wrists together after applying perfume. This can break down the fragrance molecules and make the scent fade faster. Instead, gently dab to preserve the scent.

04. Carry a travel size:

Keep a small bottle or rollerball of your favorite perfume in your bag for touch-ups throughout the day. Perfect for staying fresh on-the-go!

05. Experiment with seasonal scents:

Lighter, citrusy fragrances are perfect for spring and summer, while warm, spicy notes are great for fall and winter. Don't be afraid to change it up with the seasons!

06. Know the strength:

Perfumes come in various concentrations. Eau de Parfum (EDP) is stronger and lasts longer than Eau de Toilette (EDT). Choose based on how long you want the scent to last.

07. Test before you buy:

Always test a perfume on your skin before purchasing. Scents can smell different on different people due to individual body chemistry.

08. Moisturize first:

Apply an unscented lotion before your perfume. Hydrated skin retains scent better, ensuring your fragrance lasts longer.

09. Mix and match:

Don't be afraid to layer different scents to create a unique fragrance. Start with a light base and add a stronger scent on top.

[liekjevenderheurn]

We don't shift to another reality after entering the void (unless intended for reality shifting ofc)

This is my personal belief, I am open for discussion in the comment section and in my dms, but stay respectful pls🥺

Now let me explain my reason for thinking this.

Now unless these void posts are all fake successes, I think going to the void does not necessarily bring you to a new reality since I have been following people on here and after some time, some of them said they reached the void (how can I read this if they are in a different reality?).

Besides this, I think that the void is the ultimate source of everything. Therefore it is also the source between all realities and you can just manifest things for your current one. YOU ARE THE BOSS. You get to decide everything, including in which reality what happens.

(These were my main points incase you do not have time to read the whole thing)

Like in one of my other posts, I have experienced people manifesting for me or even that I would text them. That this worked for them on me honestly blowed my mind, but there was also this account that I followed with this post. Now I saw she asked for this, someone gave her the sigil, the manifestation worked and we were still in the same reality for me to see that it worked.

Some people say when you manifest, you go to another reality in which you already have it. Yet a lot of post I have seen, I saw old post where they did not have it and after they manifested it, they had it. If that reality already had this manifestation, why do I see a post where they stated to not have that manifestation in that same reality. (hope this sense)

I know some people believe we shift every second when we make a choice, but my quantum physics of high school explained it was not really about us humans making different choices but the molecule parts acting randomly (which could create different realities but this is ofc impossible to prove). Besides this, like if I want ice cream I always take the lemon flavor over the chocolate because I like it more, your choices are based on who you are and your past experiences. Choices that you make do not have a 50-50% chance.

Looking at things Ive learned from being in the shifting community, unless you succesfuly permashift, you will go back to what they call your cr (current reality). I believe you go back there because you still have some attachments to it, this is also a reason why I think for the most time you stay in the same reality.

Anyway, it is really difficult to prove anything so take this with a grain of salt, this is just my perspective :P.

PS: this is also a reason why I believe that the void state pact could work and is not limited by shifting

Have a great day❤️

Small update on 23-01-2025:

I made this post after being called thoughtless again for my pact idea. Now I wanted to show people my perspective and why I thought the shifting realities is not the thing that happens when you manifest (actually, I really just wanted to prove that I am not unbelievably stupid and thoughtless hahaha). I have my reasons which I am trying to explain in my posts and it is alright if you still hold on to your belief, but there is no need to attack anyone for having another one.

Now besides the comment section, a few of my friends dm'ed me with some new perspectives which I thought were beautiful:

This was based on research on beliefs in the older days.

There are many spiritualists on youtube who talk about this, everything and everyone being one.

This was based on Neville Goddard and other Neville Goddard succcess stories.

A lot of you have seen also the posts of where the creator does believe in shifting your reality. There are many different opinions on reality which are hard to prove, yet a lot of them are valid. Again, I'm just sharing my perspective, you get to decide what you believe:)

[thespacewirednews]

 Galaxy with ‘Forbidden’ Light

This whirling image features a bright spiral galaxy known as MCG-01-24-014, which is located about 275 million light-years from Earth. In addition to being a well-defined spiral galaxy, MCG-01-24-014 has an extremely energetic core known as an active galactic nucleus (AGN) and is categorized as a Type-2 Seyfert galaxy. Seyfert galaxies, along with quasars, host one of the most common subclasses of AGN. While the precise categorization of AGNs is nuanced, Seyfert galaxies tend to be relatively nearby and their central AGN does not outshine its host, while quasars are very distant AGNs with incredible luminosities that outshine their host galaxies.

There are further subclasses of both Seyfert galaxies and quasars. In the case of Seyfert galaxies, the predominant subcategories are Type-1 and Type-2. Astronomers distinguish them by their spectra, the pattern that results when light is split into its constituent wavelengths. The spectral lines that Type-2 Seyfert galaxies emit are associated with specific ‘forbidden’ emission lines. To understand why emitted light from a galaxy could be forbidden, it helps to understand why spectra exist in the first place. Spectra look the way they do because certain atoms and molecules absorb and emit light at very specific wavelengths. The reason for this is quantum physics: electrons (the tiny particles that orbit the nuclei of atoms and molecules) can only exist at very specific energies, and therefore electrons can only lose or gain very specific amounts of energy. These very specific amounts of energy correspond to the wavelengths of light that are absorbed or emitted.

Forbidden emission lines should not exist according to certain rules of quantum physics. But quantum physics is complex, and some of the rules used to predict it were formulated under laboratory conditions here on Earth. Under those rules, this emission is ‘forbidden’ – so improbable that it’s disregarded. But in space, in the midst of an incredibly energetic galactic core, those assumptions don’t hold anymore, and the ‘forbidden’ light gets a chance to shine out toward us. Text credit: European Space AgencyImage credit: ESA/Hubble & NASA, C. Kilpatrick

[saintfelina]

it girl: ice queen

this girls aloof. never once does she engage in small talk and prefers to keep her private like—private. everyone fantasizes about her, wanting to melt the ice queen. here’s how to walk through the office leaving an almost inhumanly good sent trail.

lotion: l’occitane milk concentrate body milk is light and creamy, never overpowering. sinks into the skin perfectly with no fuss.

perfume: a drop d’issey. creamy almond milk floral thats a whisper not a shout. its perfect, sits close to the skin so someone has to be intimately close to smell it. perfect for keeping those you dont want at bay.

perfume oil: oil perfumerys version of molecule 01 just amplifies your skin scent and the perfume. slightly metallic for that aloof aura.

[sgiandubh]

Hello,

I was just wondering If you know what Caitríona smells like or what perfume she wears? btw I love ur acc ❤️

Dear Perfume Anon,

Thank you for the compliment, I take it as a heartfelt one and it is exactly what I needed after two weeks of living hell (it had to be worse, before it got better).

There is a difference between 'smell' and 'perfume'. The first question will be forever surrounded in mystery, darling: I suppose S is one of the few who knows exactly the answer, if I may say so. For obvious reasons, I believe.

The second question, I am unable to help, believe it or not. I do know S was wearing Molecule 01 (?) by Escentric Molecules at some early point in time, touted as a revolutionary approach to scents and pheromones. But if someone knows something and is willing to help us, I am sure they will, in our comment thread.

You are right: perfumes are important, at least to me. I even think they are a deal maker/breaker, as far as attraction goes. For instance, nobody will ever wear Dior's Fahrenheit with the same dignified cheekiness as Someone, in my book and some do know my fetish for Burberry's Touch, something that is increasingly difficult to source, I wonder why.

[stvllioner]

Text Me Back | Katsuki Bakugo

      Pro Hero!Katsuki Bakugo x [FEM]Reader

CONTENT WARNING(S): sexual content, sexting, sending nudes, crude jokes, mention of myspace™, p.o.v switches, established relationship.

WORD COUNT: 4k words [15 mins].

READ MORE: masterlist + [student masterlist].

A/N: gosh i wish i couldve done more with this but... i'll figure it out later. may revamp or do a part 2 but it depends on how motivated. anyways, enjoy. 🥹 also i just realized that reader did nothing the whole day LMAOOOO so ignore that pls omg. thank you, anon!

As spring rolled around, the air had a certain chill to it. 

It was a crisp scent with sharp edges, the smell of growing plants clinging onto the molecules within the vicinity. As a result of the coolness in your room, you probably should turn on the heater in your apartment. Usually, you wouldn't have to worry about doing it yourself, but due to maintenance delaying another day later to fix the issue, you now find yourself in an internal battle to get up out of your bed for your comfort. 

Of course, you didn't hate the spring atmosphere. You liked it. The nostalgic and tender feel it gave your body and mind gave a fake sense of comfort that you desired. But you would desperately love it more if you could bask in such ideals while in the comfort of your lukewarm sheets, temperature heightened by the air of the room. 

You groan in disdain at the fact you had to get out of your bed. You begrudgingly roll onto your side and feel around for your phone on your nightstand. Once finding your device you click the button on the side to partially unlock it to see what you have missed from being asleep. Of course, regular things like Twitter notifications were present, Snapchat, Instagram, MySpace, etc… until a message stuck out the most amid your roll call. 

Bakugo 🤭💕

Light schedule today, museum date?

I know you will wake up late, so I'll decide for you. Pick-up is at 7 p.m.

[✓] Sent 8:42 A.M.

You immediately perk up at the notification, a goofy smile spreading onto your lips.

Bakugo has been your boyfriend for about three years now. You had originally met years prior when you both were in school. Him being an intern for superhero-ing and you were an intern for hands-on training within the superhero management world. You were a little shit and he was an even more of a little shit… and that's what made you two click. Even with his calloused way of showing his emotions, he had still been pretty evident about his feelings towards you when you two were merely friends. In the same way, you two could work and piss each other off to no end, there was a great sense of duality showcased by empathy, love, and compassion toward each other. When you needed someone or something, you could always count on your boyfriend, Katsuki.

You chewed the inside of your lip as your brain racked your head at the things you needed to do today. Today was Friday so you were sure you wouldn't have anything on your schedule. But because you tended to let things slip your head, you still had to double-check to make sure. You light up once again as you realize today was only a busy day for yourself—chores, errands, and minimum job-related things you could finish at home. Nothing dire; just adulting.

You

and what if I said no????

how'd y'know i'd wake up late lol

[✓] 13:01 P.M.

After quickly adjusting your noise settings from silent to vibrate, you bring your phone back down onto the nightstand and properly sit up to avoid your back from aching at an uncomfortable angle. You stretch in delight, arms brought over your head and your eyes shut exerting all of the drowsiness within you. You coil back into yourself once the cold air you had forgotten about hits your skin as a rude reminder. You glare at the thermostat before swiftly throwing your covers off and trudge your way to the small dial and fix the dilemma yourself.

While fiddling with the switch, you hear your buzz behind you. Your brows scrunch in frustration as you can feel yourself start to get agitated at how it's acting, finally getting the stupid little compartment to work before walking off. You nearly trip on your way back to bed in an effort to get back to the warmth of your bed.

Bakugo 🤭💕

You always wake up in the evening, dumbass.

& you have a free schedule today.

[✓] Sent 13:08 P.M.

You scoff.

Your chat bubbles float up on the screen on his end as you try to think of something more annoying to combat him with. You fall short.

You

Damn.

[✓] Sent 13:11 P.M.

You think to yourself before pausing and sending another text.

You

shouldn't you be at work? why are you texting me

a kid is probably drowning rn bc Lord Explosion Murder Dynamight is sexting his girlfriend instead of doing his job.

did you change your name to your hero name AGAIN???

[✓] Sent 13:15 P.M.

If loving this kind of banter was something that you enjoyed, may the devil take you away. You couldn't help the grin mischievously as you waited for his correspondence. You were practically on the edge of your bed waiting for his reply.

A few minutes go by and he hasn't replied. There's a pang of hurt following your spiraling thoughts. Who cared if a kid was really drowning-

Bakugo 🤭💕

↳{replied to your text: shouldn't you be at work? why are you texting me}

Is work in the room with us?

[✓] Sent 13:25 P.M.

You're almost quick to reply before seeing his speech bubbles pop up again, eyes watching in interest. You can't help but feel nervicited seeing it disappear and reappear, proud to have stunned him. What you didn't know is what he was fixing himself to say.

Bakugo 🤭💕

↳{replied and highlighted: … Dynamight is SEXTING HIS GIRLFRIEND instead of doing his job.}

No pic, no proof

[✓] Sent 13:27 P.M.

You squint at your phone and pause. Did he just quote the way you talk AND send you a musty and memefied reply all in one go? You huff at his bravery, rolling your eyes but feeling a deep blush creep up on your cheeks. Your phone vibrates.

Bakugo 🤭💕

Don't tell me you folded that fast, babe.

[✓] Sent 13:31 P.M.

Oh, but you did. You weren't expecting him to fire back at you like this. Often when you made an innuendo of some sort he'd whine and brush it off as if he hasn't beaten your doonies down multiple times—sometimes all in one night. But you refused to let him win this. You need to think fast.

Again, the cool air caresses your exposed hand, the stroke of the uncomfortable chill making you hiss. You position yourself on your back where you can safely cover the backs of your hands as you held your phone. A few more minutes had passed than you had noticed, your screen growing dim as you were forced to look at your newly awakened and chilled state.

That's when it hit you.

No pic, no proof, right?

As you shiver feeling a stroke of air pass over again, a sign that the temperature in the room is actively changing, you look down at your chest. In your defense, they looked at you first. Your nipples are profoundly erect and poking at your shirt begging for attention. You purse your lips before looking back at your screen, contemplating your next moves. Sucking in a small breath you quickly awaken your phone and swipe your screen over to take a photo of yourself.

You angle the electronic to show your chest, your other hand dragging up some of your shirt to show little skin of your stomach. Your nipples were still very much the prominent part of the image. After realistically struggling a bit, you snap the picture and quickly hum in surprise at how good it is. If you were in any other state than your current one, you would've retaken it but you couldn't feel yourself to care knowing he's an ass anyway.

You decide to say something after the image as you bring up the chat and send in the picture.

You

(IMAGE)

is this proof?

[✓] Sent 13:40 P.M.

After setting your phone down and interlocking your fingers together, you stare up at the sky: now that you think about it, what possessed you to send such a scandalous picture all of a sudden? The hormone monster? When was the last time you sent him a proper nude? You rub your face and groan as you now really think about it.

No matter how many times you have sent spicy images, it was the mock post nut clarity after sending it off. Debating if the pic was good enough or hoping that it somehow didn't change sender at the last second. The vulnerable feeling starts to claw its way into your body… and yet you refuse to let it get to you. Just like how everything with Bakugo is, all the nervous feelings always filled you with excitement. You couldn't wait to see his response because you knew damn well he was your munch.

You hear your phone buzz once before turning your head to see it fade to black again. Deciding to not look at it straight away, you get up for the second time today. Fortunately, your room was starting to warm up which meant it was the perfect time to start your day (yes, nearing the second hour of the evening). Your phone buzzes again and you choose to ignore it.

Running through your routine is clockwork. Use the bathroom, brush your teeth, shower, facial, and the last part you hadn't reached yet was to get dressed. You had honestly forgotten about teasing your long-term boyfriend as you freshened up for the day. Typically, you did this as a way to relieve stress and rejuvenate yourself. You hum as you lotion up yourself, welcoming back the feelings of giddiness back to your body. There was no need to rush this; it was almost as though the teasing was for your enjoyment more than his. Again you wrap yourself in your robe and finally sit on your bed to go on your phone. His message reads:

Bakugo 🤭💕

↳Loved your message.

Fuck.

Is this how we're playing today?

[✓] Sent 13:41 P.M.

You bite the inside of your lip before a smirk pulls at the corners of your mouth as you type up a reply.

You

you don't want more? okay… ;( 💔

[✓] Sent 14:39 P.M.

He immediately opens your message and his speech bubbles become afloat.

Bakugo 🤭💕

You know damn well that's not what I meant, brat.

Another form of confirmation would be suitable.

[✓] Sent 14:39 P.M.

There's a pause before he sends his next text.

Bakugo 🤭💕

Please.

[✓] Sent 14:39 P.M.

You

I guess you can since you asked nicely…

[✓] Sent 14:41

He was a good boy you had to admit. When he wanted you, he certainly knew how to play the rules until he could be on top. You admired that about him.

You slightly turn your head to the mirror of your bed. You were currently out of sight in the reflection but had an idea of how you could use it. You scooch up to the edge of your bed, sitting with your legs on each side of the corner closest to the body mirror. Before you could even think about sending off a photo you pull your hair back and neaten it up whether it was with a bonnet or messy bun. Regardless you knew he wouldn't give a fuck but this surge in arousal made you want to look sexy in your most natural state. Skin glowing and thriving, you felt like a goddess.

Blessed that the room is warm enough for you to be naked, you partially undress; eyes watch your irresistible figure come to reveal itself. Of course, even with how much you loved yourself, you couldn't show all of yourself just yet. You pull your robe open enough to expose your chest, a small huff of discontent leaving as the air hits your naked skin again. A hum leaves your chest as you admire yourself a bit more, before positioning the camera in a way to show off your chest. You knew this would drive him insane. After a few awkward angles and shots, you deemed your favorite one and opened back up the messages app once again.

You waste no time uploading the pictures but grow a bit hesitant as you can’t help but feel nervous. You’d think after doing this with a trusted partner it’d be a breeze at this stage. You fidget on the edge of the bed as you type up, delete, then retype, decide to delete and then the process continues. ‘Why was this so hard?? Just send the damn pic!’ You sigh and type up your final draft, ready to send the first proper nude for the evening.

With a final decision, you decide to go with something simple.

You

how’s this?

(IMAGE)

[✓] Sent 14:57

You immediately close out the app once you send it off and fall back onto your bed. There’s a giddy smile on your face as you could only imagine what his reaction would be to see the photo. That was the whole exciting thing about this: the teasing that transpires and the adrenaline rush you receive from it. You don’t bother to check if he’s seen it yet as you think it would be best to let your heart rest. Luckily, it’s not long before you need to wait as your phone buzzes beside you.

After a few moments of waiting you sit up on your side to look at the message, your eyes immediately going for Bakugo’s text. You freeze upon seeing two messages in the same format as yours, a regular text followed by a photo to compliment the exchange. You raise your eyebrows as you prop yourself up on your hand now, tapping his notification and swiping up to look at what he has sent you.

You softly gasp as you open the image, something you were not expecting but will gladly accept. “More than perfect.” You read aloud and scrolled further down to look at the whole image. You grin upon seeing a picture of him palming his hard-on through his pants. It appeared by his scenery and clothing that he truly wasn’t out on patrol today, instead probably filming content to build his likability with his fanbase. Not only that, he was in a dressing room, by himself. He had more than enough time to do what he pleases.

Bakugo was more than ready to up the ante and your slow correspondence was killing him. He knew that this was a frequent way that you liked to tease and play dirty with him. He had been up since 5 a.m. and he was basically waiting impatiently for you to wake up.

It had been about a week or so since you two have seen each other and he was missing you badly. Your dumb jokes, your antics, the “arguments” and especially your touch. Apparently, the pre-planned date for tonight was the type of outing you needed as well. Bakugo sucks his teeth as he starts to feel a blush arise on his cheeks as he can’t help but think about you. And you weren’t making it better with how willing you are to toy with him.

Now it was the blonde-haired male's turn to be nervous awaiting your reply. He watched in expectancy to see your response, sitting up from his slouched position on the couch in his dressing room to read your reply.

#1 Brat

not too bad yourself, honey~

[✓] Sent 15:21

Katsuki is quick to start typing again, pausing when he sees your chat bubbles pop up on his phone.

#1 Brat

mind sending another one more… revealing?

(IMAGE)

[✓] Sent 15:23

He chuckles at your proposition. The laugh subsides as he takes in the new image, revealing more of your body in your lying down position practically mimicking the first photo you had sent for the day. The robe artfully covers but also shows your body and he can’t but groan as he longs to touch you. Your breasts, legs, and tummy are so fucking attractive to him. The fact that you have a pretty face tops it all off makes him feel as though he’s won the jackpot being in love with you. But there was one part that he was longing to see as well, the piece of heaven between your legs. The blonde-haired hero grunts as he starts to type up his message.

Bakugo 🤭💕

I could ask the same from you, beautiful.

[✓] Sent 15:26

You

ah-ah, you first!

[✓] Sent 15:27

“This…” Katsuki mumbles to himself but doesn’t stop from unbuckling his pants anyways. With how hard his length appeared in the earlier photo, it is no surprise at how confined it was pressing against his underwear. With a simple tug, he releases his cock from his briefs, a soft groan leaving his lips as he strokes his cock. The warmth of his hand certainly did not compare to yours at all.

He imagines your hot hands caressing every bit of his skin, your warm mouth that’s skilled with playing with his sweet spots, your plush thighs that wrap around his waist or squish his face. The way he could watch how your chest jiggle with each thrust, the way that your pussy never fails to take him in like it was made for him. Everything about you was cursing him and he needed you badly.

Bakugo tilts his head back against the top of the couch as he starts to speed up his thrusts, now fully getting into the thought of what he’d do to you if you were right next to him right now. How he could easily pick you up and pin you onto the couch as he pounds into you like no tomorrow, not giving a fuck if your moans were too loud and anyone passing by could hear the lewd noises coming from within the room. The way he could watch your face contort into the most erotic expressions all because of him, his touch, his mouth, and his dick most importantly. The moment his hips buck to meet his own stroking hand makes him realize he had distracted himself from his main task.

He fumbles around for his phone before setting it up the way you like the most when watching his videos. The angle is perfectly angled to showcase his impressive length, not tew much balls but enough to show the goodies. He made sure to be vocal as well, letting the camera show his stroking and his thumb rubbing his tip every so often to increase the pleasure. A few times you could hear his soft grunts of your name or an exploitive to release the building-up tension from his masturbation session.

He breathes out as he speeds up his strokes. It seems as though with his jerking that he's getting closer and closer to his climax, the only thing clouding his mind is only you. He softly pants and starts to collect perspiration of sweat on his forehead as he works up to his orgasm. He clenches his jaw as he finally finishes and continues to stroke, showing how much cum he can milk from himself. He hums in mere satisfaction and ends the video to clean up. Unfortunately, that in itself did not rid himself of the boner; a new one was already starting to grow once again.

When he processes the video through the messaging app, there is no cheeky remark or commentary. He is officially worked up and cannot wait any longer.

Bzzz Bzzz

Your eyes widen as you finally get your reply back. You tilt your head in curiosity and feel your heart skip a beat. It is a video. Katsuki sent a fucking video. You bite your lower lip and open the message. There was no other text to accompany it but you already knew what you were in for.

Your breath hitches as the video is straight to the point. You watched his perfectly manicured and clean nails skillfully play with his cock, his large hand almost struggling to wrap around his own length. You hear a small moan and you quickly raise the volume, your heart skipping a beat as you realize that you can hear the erotic noises come from him.

Your hand immediately shoots down to untie your robe, slick already starting to increase and your clit pulsing. You shamelessly moan as your deft fingers stroke at your vulva, your mouth in the shape of an, “o” as you use your fluid to play with your bundle of nerves.

“Shit!” You close your eyes with the image of him stroking his cock deeply ingrained in your mind. The noises he made were enough for you to get off on your own. Your middle finger rubs heavy circles into your clit while your other hand busies itself playing with your nipple, the feeling making you lightly shiver. The sounds of his heavy breathing and the silkiness of his hand rubbing his shaft were driving you crazy, and soon enough your petting wasn’t doing the job. You opt for fingering yourself instead, huffing out a whimper as your fingers barely fill your cunt but make up for it by finding your g-spot at the roof of your pussy.

You weakly open your eyes to watch the screen, your breath growing short and light as you meet your fingering with Katsuki’s stroking hand. Another buzz from your phone makes you sit up a little. Your confused and dazed attention span manages to catch the notification that rolls at the top of the screen.

Bakugo 🤭💕 — 15:45

You better not be finishing yourself off without . . .

You groan in annoyance as you remember why you were even diddling yourself in the first place. You slow your strokes down to properly set up your phone, hastily trying to find a proper angle that shows off your body in its entirety (which wasn’t that hard to do as you were in your bed). You spread your legs for the camera and look into the front camera lens as you insert both fingers into your cunt once again. You tilt your head to the side as you look down at your fingers and work a third finger into yourself.

You moan out his name as you work your right hand's fingers into you, building up to the same pace that you had before with the extra digit inside. “Need you so bad, baby--” You groan, looking back up at the screen. Your left-hand comes up to play with your tits again, the robe that still adorned you slipping off your shoulder as you got closer to your climax.

You whimper, finishing off with your fingers, your eyes looking at your cunt taking in your fingers before glancing back at the camera in lust. You repeated, “fuck” as if in a mantra, your eyes closing and your hips bucking to ride yourself to release. You smile as you slowly take out your fingers, your slick sticking to your fingers and your cunt glistening in juices. Your cunt was puffy and warm with arousal pumping through it and it was clear that you wanted him as bad as he wanted you. You scoot a bit closer to show off your sticky fingers, spreading them for him. You hit stop recording with your clean hand after your finished, wasting no time uploading it into the messenger app.

You

of course not, only for you~

(VIDEO)

[✓] Sent 15:55

As soon as you send it in, a text from him follows. You hop up from your bed as you read, heading back to your bathroom to clean yourself up even though the inevitable would have you in the same state as before.

Bakugo 🤭💕

000-0000 Tokyo-to

Be here in 10 minutes.

[✓] Sent 15:56

Hopefully, your newly scheduled meeting won’t delay his filming.

    all rights reserved © do NOT steal, alter or copy this work.

[ladytabletop]

I'm co-hosting a game jam!

What is Dice Exploder? Each week, Sam Dunnewold and a rotating cohost break down one tabletop RPG mechanic as deep as they possibly can.

For the duration of the third season, we're running a game jam inspired by the podcast's premise. You can join the DE Discord , where there's a channel for this game jam, to discuss your submission with other participants and fans of the show.

Explode a game you love (or want to love) and remix, remake, or reinterpret it in part or whole.

Dice Exploder is about zooming in on a part of a game and making it everything. This jam is about taking your favorite part of a game and dragging it to the center of the experience. Want to turn that 400 page tome you can never get anyone to play into a single-page game? Go for it! Is there a combat sim game you're pretty sure is actually about running a coffee shop? Write those rules. Taking a setting apart down to the molecules and rewriting it as barely an echo of the original? Totally fair play.

The jam runs from Feb 1 to Apr 1.

[emmg]

Soo this is kind of random, but that post about emmrich’s perfume reminded me that I kind of want to get more into perfumes. This is basically an invitation to talk about perfumes as a hobby, and what kinds you like :D

Oh BABY, don’t do me like that. I legit almost went into chemistry just to chase a career in perfumery, lmfao. That’s how deep this obsession runs. I could yap, yap, and keep yapping about this all day long. Honestly, it’s a miracle I ever shut up about it.

Instead, I’m gonna come up with headcanon fragrances for the rest of the Lighthouse gang 💅

Harding: At first, I was like, “Oh, something botanical, some nice flowers, maybe a vibe that screams spring meadow.” You know, all gentle and fresh. But then I remembered this absolute banger (seriously, it’s SO good.) Harding is basically a walking cinnamon roll, so obviously she’d go for something cozy and sweet. Like, something that smells like home, her ma’s pastries, and those traveling fairs in Ferelden. Soooooo:

Davrin: ‘nuff said

Neve: She’s a busy woman, she doesn’t have time to overthink it, but she’s still a walking statement. So yeah, Molecule 01 it is. It’s unique, it’s effortless, and it’s different on everyone. Some people won’t even pick up on it, but the ones who do? Oh, they’ll know. A little woody, a lot special. No one smells like her, and that’s exactly the point.

Lucanis: Mr. Fancy Assassin Man, Mr. “How much can a banana cost? $10?”, Mr. Generational Wealth himself. The Crows send their goddamn regards and you better believe they smell amazing while doing it.

Taash: Taash is either proudly marinating in their own BO just to ruin someone’s day (definitely Emmrich) or grudgingly leaning into something mossy, woody, or mineral because, surprise, those are the only scents they’ve ever bothered to admit they like. Their mom gave it to them as a gift, and now they sneakily use it when the urge strikes. But not in front of her. Maker forbid she ever gets the satisfaction of being right. Sooooo:

Bellara: Happy, happy, happy! She’s a total designer gal. Niche fragrances? Who needs ’em when you can bathe in Sephora testers until your skin breaks out? She’d go feral in there, spritzing everything in arm’s reach, and probably leave with a fresh allergy. She’s absolutely a Daisy girl: basic, but in an adorable way.

Thank you for encouraging my interests and also for staying for this Ted Talk 😂

[starfxkrinc]

ok ranking madisons perfume collection

jpg la belle (date night) - im a sucker for a gaultier and that ones just saur freaking good. warm sweet sexy pear vanilla she ate that

d&g devotion (mfw) - does this girl lurk on perfume twitter bc that was THEE it girl perfume of the summer. a bright lemony gourmand that goes with like...everything. cant go wrong

mugler angel elixir (in the studio) - the best angel flanker (nova is second tho) it takes the angel dna and makes it smoother, easier to wear and is less dated. updating the first gourmand perfume the best without that heavy ass patchouli

burberry her intense (time cut) - elixir is better but this is still good. the burberry her line is just very good i just dont have much to say about this one

tom ford lost cherry (obx4 summer) - better cherry perfumes have come out since that last longer and cost less. its just okay.

d&g light blue forever (obx3) - just okay...i think the male line of light blue just tends to be better? than the female line? kinda reminds me of britney spears curious tho which is one i love just a simple fresh white floral

eilish billie eilish (obx4 winter) - i dont rlly like this one....smells burnt

le labo another 13 (everyday honorable mention)- i dont get the pickle note but i also dont rlly like it

le labo the matcha (the painter) - ive smelled it and i dont remember it so theres that

glossier you (obx1) - smells like nothing

escentric molecules 01 (maintenance required) - smells like extra nothing

outlier - the one with the red cap and red heart? yeah idk that one so i cant review it

[meltedbluecaterpillar]

Olfactophilia

ST☆RISH - HE★VENS

TW FOR SEMI SUGGESTIVE CONTENT! These are my personal headcanons on what I think the idols would wear. You do not have to agree with me. I just dislike how Broccoli always gives their character merch scents like; apple or lavender. They are adult men in an entertainment industry. They usually get promotional items so I think that they have preferences... But I also have a thing for exploring the world around me with my nose first. I hope you enjoy.

Quick explanation; top notes, middle notes, and base notes are the length of how long the scent will last when applied. Top notes; 5 - 15 minutes / Middle notes; 1 hour / Base notes; Max of 6 hours

Reiji Kotobuki

Le Beau Paradise Garden by Jean Paul Gaultier Masculine Cologne Around 130 USD // 20,094 Yen

So I picked this mostly based on my perception of Reiji. I think he is so wonderful and silly. And the design of the bottle reminds me of him in a way that I cannot explain. His canon scent/associated smell from what I have seen is usually… Grass? Earth and forest smell. Which is fine. But I think he needs something… Cuter? Reiji is a big clown character so I think that something akin to lawn clippings isn’t as fun and whimsical as he is. So I chose this! The top notes are ginger, mint, water notes (these are molecules combined to mimic the ‘scent’ of clean freshwater!) and green notes(grass usually)! This is to create a very fresh smell when it’s first applied. The middle notes are coconut, fig, and salt. I really like this for Reiji because it’s masculine but also it feels almost… Like a mature beach trip. If that makes sense. In a fun way! Lastly the base notes are tonka beans and sandalwood so it all fades down to this which is very warm. Please imagine visiting the lake after a drive with him and spending the whole day together until night time!~! That kind of scent.

Reiji is always looking for ways to get you closer…

Ranmaru Kurosaki

Eros Flame by Versace Masculine Cologne Around 115 USD // 17,219 Yen

Ranmaru usually has something ‘spicy’ or amber for his scent which actually makes sense to me. But again usually when they say spicy it’s cinnamon and only cinnamon… Which reminds me more of Xmas than it reminds me of a sexy man. So I picked Eros Flame by Versace because I actually have smelled this cologne in person. A long time ago I smelled it and it wasn’t for me personally. But I can’t deny it smelled good. The top notes are mandarin orange, Madagascar pepper (spicy!), chinotto(sour and tart fruit that is similar to an orange), rosemary, and lemon. So it’s very citrusy on top and the scent is almost like… Potpourri? So it's a nice bowl of fruit when he comes in to hug you. The middle notes are geranium, pepperwood, and rose so it’s very floral and gently mixing in with the lingering fruit scent! Which can be a little intense but the bite of the spice smell remains. The base notes are vanilla, tonka bean, sandalwood, Texas cedar, patchouli, and oakmoss! Very calm and earthy smells with that hidden sweetness. I think it fits Ranmaru very well because he is very passionate, but there’s also a softness there!

Ranmaru wants to make sure you know that he likes you…

Ai Mikaze

MISSING PERSON by PHLUR Unisex Cologne Around 99 USD // 15,047 Yen

My original choice for Ai was Molecule 01 but I changed my mind. I like this much better. So my original choice was me viewing Ai Mikaze as physically what he is and not who he is which was very hurtful of me! MISSING PERSON is supposed to replicate the lingering scent of your lovers bare skin. It is intimate, but nonsexual. If I recall, Ai usually gets floral scents which actually does make sense for me. I just am not the biggest fan of the constant usage of lavender when it comes to idol merchandise. Ai is still a 'child' so... I will allow it. The top notes are bergamot (if an orange and a lemon had a baby that would be the smell), jasmine, and musk (powdery, sweet, feminine!). Imagine the person you love finally dry after a long and relaxing shower. The top notes are meant to imitate that, which I very much agree with... The middle notes are orange blossom, cyclamen, and neroli. These are all floral smells and as the top notes fade it's a lingering and pleasant smell that will leave you at ease. Finally, the base notes are white musk (more masculine!), white wood, and Australian sandalwood. As everything winds down you are left with a softness in the cologne that I really like for Ai. He is not just a machine made to replicate who once was. He is 愛!~!

As Ai grows and learns, you can see that he really is his own person...

Camus

The Omniscient Mr. Thompson by Penhaligon's Masculine Cologne Around 315 USD // 47, 747 Yen

This was also not my first choice but my first choice was so basic I forgot the name. This cologne is insanely expensive because the bottle is only 75ml for the price. Which isn't a lot but it is very strong... It is butler inspired, which Camus plays that role while on stage but also even outside of that the scent reminds me of him. In a good way! The top notes are lavender, pink pepper, and elemi (a type of amber with a pine smell!). It comes off as sweet and masculine. The scent tends to linger which it's like... "You will see me" if that makes sense. The middle notes are orris root (powdery earth smell), black pepper, and geranium. The pepper is back! But pink pepper and black pepper are different when it comes to colognes and perfumes. Pink pepper is more for a sweeter spice smell. Imagine a finely aged whiskey while black pepper is a biting spice meant to give you the feeling of intensity. So the middle notes are much warmer and mature than the top ones. Finally our base notes are vanilla, sesame, and oak! When it all fades down to the base as a whole... It's impossible to explain other than elegant. It is very strong scent wise but it fades quickly. So even before entering a room the smell is going to attract you. I am actually a very big fan of this one. I love almost every fragrance from this collection...

Camus knows that the smell will cling to your clothes when he's finished with you...

[jackiequick]

— But I Like It And It’s All Because Of You | Marvel Fanfic

Before they were Stevella, they were Johnny Storm & Sophia Barbaro

Pairing: Johnny Storm x OC, Johnny Storm x Sophia Barbaro

Fic length: Short Blurb

Universe: Marvel Comics (Earth 37)

—

Summary: What happens on another timeline, where our beloved couple were AU versions of themselves in a way different universe? Or maybe they are in our tale already? In other words the half-ass nurse and her fire filled boyfriend.

~~~

It’s been a few days since the incident happened, as he felt his molecules got struck and rearranged before knock out, cold the rest of his family and friends.

But when Johnny woke up, he felt nice.

Hell, he was better than fine!

He was great. Despite the nurses and doctors who checked in on him, telling him to stay at the medical center to get rest. Yeah sure the first few moments he woke up he was groggy and a little whipped out but other than that he felt great.

He was getting himself into a red tracksuit for the snowy weather a few kilometers away, from the main medical clinic where he was staying. That was when he paused seeing the nurse who walked in.

“Woah, woah, woah, where do we think we’re going?” She asked.

Johnny held a cheeky grin towards her. Her dark hair from her light tan skin and soft brown eyes made him go hot.

God she is pretty…

“I don’t know if we noticed, babe, but the sickest runs on this side of the alps are right outside that window.” He remarked strapping on his cherry red sweater.

“Yeah I noticed but there are rules here, you can’t leave...” She explained walking over to him with a small smile but she was cuff off.

“Until we finish the test. I know but I never been good with rules. You let me know how those come out.”

She crossed her arms chuckling lightly at him.

He paused and smirked, “Wanna help me with the zipper?”

“This is not a ski resort, Mr. Storm.” She remarked.

“Ah ‘Mr. Storm’, I like the sound of that leaving your gorgeous lips.”

“Ha!”

“You can’t lie, you like the sound of it.”

“Again, not a ski resort. Sit your butt down.”

Johnny smirk tuned into grin as he sat down on the bed, “Ooh, yes ma’am. I like a woman with a commanding tone. As for your answer, it’s not a ski resort, yet! Luckily grandma still sends care packages through, you’ll be surprised for an 80 year old woman you—gah!”

Sophia stuck the thermometer in his mouth to shut him up and take his temperature. She giggled seeing his reaction before his face relaxed.

“You are trouble.” She smirked chuckling.

“Mhm, trouble is my middle name.” He remarked talking with thermometer in his mouth.

She noticed the temperature rising on the scans and said, “Oh you’re hot!”

“Why thank you, so are you.” He added, “And I’m not afraid to cry.”

“No, I mean you feel a little feverish..”

“Well I never felt better in my life. My god, you smell good, listen.”

He took her hand that was resting on his cheek and lowered it to play with her hands as he removed the thermometer from his mouth. She blushed a slight bit and raised an eyebrow, still a bit concerned about his very hot body.

“When you get off work?” He continued.

“4 but I..” She repiled.

“Tell you what, babe, you meet me at 4:01 at the mountain.”

He kept talking standing up from bed, grabbing his equipment for skiing and walked around.

“I’ll give you a minute to freshen up.” He continued, hell he took the thermometer that was in his mouth and placed it in her front pocket ever so gently, “This is yours.” Then he pressed a quick kiss to her lips, “That’s mine.”

He mumbled the word ‘nurses’ under his breath as he walked out of the room. Sophia stood there with a soft smile on her face, trying to not laugh shaking her head.

God he is cute…

She looked at the thermometer that held his temperature and the machine beating. His core temperature was 209 degrees. Oh that’s new and rather got. His energy level was hot.

———

Later on, the two of them were dressed in ski clothes riding a helicopter across the mountains. The radio was playing some 2000s punk band as the hover above one another.

Johnny dressed in fire engine red and black, meanwhile Soph was dressed in deep rosy pinks and dark browns.

The two laughed at the wildness of it all.

Once they reached the drop point, turn to the pilot and Johnny shouted, “Alright you should stay to the right. The left might give you trouble. I think we should drop like 10 more feet.”

The pilot nodded.

Sophia chuckled and shouted, “We’ll be fine. Let’s make a bet.”

Johnny smirked, “I’m listening! What we talkin’?”

“Last one down springs for room service.”

“Your on.”

Before the blonde could say anything else, she flipped her body forward and lunched into the snow below them. Her screams echoed through the sky as laughter filled the air around them. Johnny grinned at that.

He looked over his shoulder at the pilot and proudly shouted, “That’s my future wife!”

With that, he lunched forward into the snow and began sliding down the mountain on his board. She looked over her shoulder and chuckled.

“You’re pretty good at this!” Sophia yelled skiing down.

He laughed, “Not so bad yourself, babe!”

“You’ll be losing soon.”

“Ha! All right. No more kid’s stuff. Watch this!”

Johnny shouted for her to check out his smooth moves as she flipped and swung around the snow. But as he kept going, he started sparking flames across his body.

He didn’t even notice.

“Woah! You’re on fire!” Sophia shouted across from him, skiing off to the side. There was a hint of panic in her voice.

Johnny shouted, “Thanks! You’re pretty amazing too.”

“No, your on literal fire! Look!”

Johnny noticed the fire raging across him and spike up his body trying to escape the flames, but instead started sliding down the mountain even harder, and further.

Sophia wasn’t watching where she was going either as she stifled against the sight of smoke and snow in front of her. She went tumbling onto the ground.

The blonde looked over his shoulder hearing her voice but couldn’t stop his ski board from sliding down the mountain despite all his weight. It didn’t help the situation as the fire engulf him, his eyes widened flying off the cliff straight into a thick cloud of snow and dust.

He coughed and sucked in a small breath in surprise noticing a big hole around him. He was out of his element, wearing nothing but his birthday suit surrounded by the pool of steaming hot water, within the area of snow.

Soon enough, down slid Sophia coming to a stop in front of her. She removed her ski mask to get a better view of him waist deep in the water.

“Care to join me?” Johnny asked, hands above his head breathing heavily. The shock still lingered over his eyes.

She furrowed her eyebrows lightly chuckling, “You serious?”

“To be fair, this wasn’t how I planned our time in the hot tub would be.”

“Is that so?”

“I was planning wine and cheese for dinner tonight at the hotel while we cruised in the hot tub.”

Johnny smirked and shrugged, a slight sheepish expression on his face. He totally expects for her to back out on him.

“What do you say? Start our plans early?” He asked once again.

Sophia grinned and shrugged at the idea, “Why not?”

She dropped her ski poles onto the ground and removed her cap.

Let’s just say things got steamy…

——-

Omggg I had to try out this new game of AUs for couples. P. S. her father owns The Baxter Building 😉

Pls let me know what you think 💭

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[irisintheafterglow]

FILE 01: PRESS CONFERENCE

INVOLVED VIGILANTES: "HONOR" (IDENTITY UNKNOWN), "EXORCIST" (IDENTITY UNKNOWN)

FILE SUMMARY: you're a co-investigator into the city's most notorious vigilante group, the curse syndicate. who do you trust when identities are currency and secrets are your greatest treasure, and what is your investigation partner so hesitant to tell you?

WC: 2.3k

CW/TAGS: vigilante!jjk au x reader, gn!reader, mild violence/explosions, swearing, drinking/alcohol, whole lotta exposition and worldbuilding

INVESTIGATOR NOTES: lol i bet iris starting a new drabble series wasn't on anyone's bingo (it certainly wasn't on mine). hope you enjoy this, thoughts have been thonkin lately about vigilante!aus and i need to get this out of my system. hope you like it!

likes, reblogs, and replies are appreciated!

“What can you tell us about the Curse Syndicate?”

“Well, not much,” you admit sheepishly and can feel the wrongness of your answer reverberate in concerned murmurs through the room. You look at your partner in the front row for help, but he shakes his head with a poorly stifled laugh. “We-We’re working on gathering more information.” 

“What information do you have?” A reporter with sharp, intense eyes like a raptor’s pipes up from the third row, pushing her tiny notebook and tinier pencil into the air. “How are you planning on keeping the city safe when you can’t even identify the perpetrators?” The vigilantes are doing a better job than we are, if I’m being honest with you, is the reply you bite back; you can tell Suguru thinks it too by the way he smirks at your obvious hesitation. 

“The information that we have now is limited, but easily built upon. As we put more agents in the field to investigate, more information will be readily available to the general public.” A complete lie, but they didn’t need to know that. In times like these, you weren’t speaking to the press, but rather then citizens they represented, the ones who needed reassurance that their car insurance would cover the cost of a vigilante using their only mode of transportation as a projectile. The truth was that only you and Suguru were assigned to investigate, and any attempts to expand your team were shot down immediately because of budget cuts (and your boss’ need to take his entire extended family to the Bahamas every vacation). 

“Have you made any progress in tracking down the vigilantes?”

“The most I can share is information on the two most notorious vigilantes so far,” you offer, sensing the growing unrest in the small conference room. The various news channels’ microphones felt like missiles aimed at your face, ready to obliterate you if you so much as stuttered. “We’ve begun referring to them as ‘Honor’ and ‘Exorcist,’ as those are the names they leave on their…” You pause, gathering the correct word. “Marks.”

“Who’s to say they don’t begin counting everyday citizens as their marks? What will our city do then?”

“Our priority at this time is identifying the leaders of the syndicate and understanding their motives. Only then will we know if their intent is to harm law-abiding residents.” You catch Suguru nodding in the front row, a subtle sign of approval for answers he’d trained you in creating. Tell them nothing by saying everything, he coached. They won’t know the difference between a bunch of meaningless words and complete silence. 

“That is the end of our press conference, ladies and gentlemen,” Suguru interjects over the next frenzy of questions, confidently positioning himself in front of your podium. “Please make your way out of the back doors.” The reporters seem to only grow louder and more energized, like gas molecules trapped in a rapidly heating container. Soon, the pressure would burst, and you were definitely not in the mood to see its results. Ever the observant partner, Suguru gently takes your elbow and guides you through the back hallway, away from the bright flashes of the cameras and more microphones thrust into your personal space. “That could’ve been much worse,” he muses once the commotion has left your earshot. 

“It also could’ve been much better,” you point out with a groan, rolling your shoulders and stretching your neck from side to side. It was barely a twenty minute conference, yet your body ached as if you’d chased a crime boss for three hours. “We’re even now. 50/50, that’s what we agreed.”

“I’m aware of our deal,” he assures you. “I promise I’ll do the conference next time and you get to watch the carnage unfold.” His hip pushes open the back door toward the staff parking garage and you don’t miss the way his face briefly contorts into a wince. 

“You’ve been walking awkwardly since this morning.” He shrugs, though you do notice him attempt to mask his limp even more as you climb the stairs to the second floor. 

“Just ran into some stuff while I was cleaning up the apartment last night. Satoru pranked me and moved everything an inch to the left.” 

“Remind me again why he’s living with you? Or rather, why you’re burdened with him?” He chuckles and opens your car door for you, leaning over the top edge while you get situated in the front seat. His eyes scan the darkening garage for danger, though you know no one would dare try to attack you as long as Suguru was within a hundred feet. 

“He needs a place to stay while his lawyers get his inheritance sorted and all that. He could stay in the mansion, yeah, but he’d rather my dusty hardwood floors instead of the cold marble.” 

“How’d cleanup go the other day? Something about spilling wine on the rug next to the window, or something.” He blinks at you and you can’t tell if it’s from a lack of a response or the hesitance to give one. “You missed out on Trivia Night with me and the girls. We would have won since one of the categories was your favorite emo stuff.”

“Hey, I listen to more than just emo stuff,” he protests lightheartedly and he can feel his ears turn pinker when you laugh. “But yeah, Satoru came back from patrol and the rug turned red as soon as he entered the place.” Your eyebrows furrow.

“Patrol? Patrol of what?”

“Did I say patrol?” Suguru’s face is unreadable and it irks you. You barely kept secrets from each other after going through training and several life-or-death situations together.

Keyword: barely.

“Yeah, since when did Satoru leave the house other than to go find a hot girl to warm his bed?”

“True, I guess my mind is still in work mode,” he concedes, but some stiffness in his shoulders tells you he’s hiding something. 

“Maybe you just associate Satoru’s job with finding women to sleep with,” you suggest and he barks out a laugh, the tenseness in his shoulders dissipating. 

“What, like he has any other job?” 

“You’re too mean to him sometimes,” you tease fondly and he rolls his eyes. “I’m gonna head home and throw some pasta on the stove, a little treat for whatever the hell happened in there.” Your head nods in the vague direction of the office building and Suguru hums in agreement.

“Bring me some leftovers tomorrow?”

“If there’s any to bring,” you caution and he closes your door carefully, leaning even closer through the window as your roll it down. The world quiets for just under a minute, only you and your partner in the fading light.

“Get home safe, yeah?” 

“Of course,” you say softly, relishing in the little moments that make your heart feel like it was in a car chase through downtown. “You should ice that leg. Don’t want you crashing out on me when we’re investigating.” He shrugs again, that cryptic look washing over his face.

“Something tells me that tonight might not be any different.”

“What do you–”

“Say hi to Shoko for me, I’ll see you tomorrow!” He winks over his shoulder before heading in the direction of his motorcycle, leaving you with a fuzzy feeling in your chest and a swimming pool of confusion in your head. 

—

“Do you ever wonder if one of your patients is one of them?”

“What, a vigilante?” 

“Mhmm, like if someone comes in with a stab wound or whatever,” you explain and your roommate gives you a bored look as her legs swing off the top of the kitchen counter. You didn’t expect much of an answer from Shoko; she’d been a woman of few words–and many substances–ever since high school and up until now, when she found her current teaching hospital. 

“I’ll be more inclined to answer you if you get me the–” You don’t wait for her to finish before ducking under the cabinets to retrieve a half-finished bottle of white wine. She doesn’t bother with a glass and takes a swig straight from the bottle, much to your dismay. 

“Other people drink out of that, you know,” you cringe, taking the bottle and tossing a generous splash into the pasta sauce before reducing the heat to cook it off.

“Boo-hoo, I’m a doctor,” she replies carefreely after she’s stolen the bottle back. “I’m the one who makes sure you don’t die when you get food poisoning.”

“I also get food poisoning because of you, friend. Hence why I’m the one making dinner and you’re yapping next to my carrots,” you remind her and she waves you off. “Don’t think you’re getting out of the question. I’m genuinely curious.” She sighs melodramatically, but you’re unfazed. 

“Even if I did tell you if one of my patients was a vigilante, that’s malpractice,” she argues. 

“I’m not asking you to tell me, I’m asking if you wonder,” you counter. “Actually,” you interject before she can finally answer, “Hold that thought.” Your thumb presses the unmute button on the TV remote just in time for live coverage of a vigilante altercation occurring across the city. A stolen ambulance blows past traffic, narrowly avoiding police vehicles intending to trap it, while two vigilantes run perpendicular on building windows to close the distance. 

We’re live in the sky as the vigilantes known as “Exorcist” and “Honor,” commonly seen working together, are in pursuit of a group of arsonists that lit the lobby of the Gojo Corporation Tower on fire. The arsonists were seen planting explosive devices in the tower’s lobby before fleeing the scene, remotely detonating the devices as they ran and hijacking an off-duty ambulance. Luckily, no one has been reported injured, but the attack comes just after a press conference discussing the dangers of superpowered vigilantes and their–

“Have I ever told you how weird your fascination is with these people?” Shoko says, abruptly muting the volume again.

“It’s not a fascination, it’s my job.” You strain your arm for the remote, but she holds it just out of your reach as you’re stuck stirring the pasta in a pot of boiling water. “C’mon, I wanna hear what’s going on. It’ll be a shitshow tomorrow at work anyways.” An explosion on the screen catches both your attentions as the ambulance strikes a lamppost, bursting into flames as witnesses flee the scene. The blindfolded vigilante, Honor, fires off a single blue burst of light, absorbing the flames from the burning vehicle and allowing Exorcist to get inside and pull out the arsonists. By the time the smoke clears enough for the cameras on the helicopter to adjust, the two vigilantes have disappeared into the shadows. 

It’s oddly silent between you and Shoko, like you were both looking for something to say about what was just captured. Something turns in your stomach unexpectedly and you can’t shake the feeling of something being wrong. There was an odd sense of dread, like the moments just before you’re found in a game of hide and seek just waiting for the tension to break. 

You both jump when Shoko’s phone goes off. 

Hopping off the counter, she tucks her phone between her ear and shoulder and makes her way to her room, reappearing moments later and shrugging on her white coat. 

“Yeah, yeah. I saw the news. I’ll be there soon, so don’t wait for me.” Her exasperated sigh is louder than the hang-up tone and she drags a hand down her face. 

“Work?”

“Isn’t it always?” She gives you a wry smile before grabbing her keys and exiting the apartment, leaving you with a muted TV and too much pasta to eat by yourself. You dial Suguru’s number as a shot in the dark, not expecting him to pick up when you know he usually goes to the gym around dinnertime. He must’ve already been at the gym, since his voice is strained and breathless when he surprisingly picks up.

“What is it? Are you safe?”

“Hello to you too,” you laugh a little nervously, unnerved by his urgency. “Did that vigilante chase put you on edge?”

“Something like that. While I have you on the phone, I’ll just let you know that I’m probably gonna need to call out tomorrow.” The wooden spoon in your hand drops with a clatter. 

“What do you mean? Are you safe?”

“Yeah, I’m fine now. Just had some, uh,” you hear him fish around for an explanation. “Car problems on the way home.”

“You don’t drive a car, Suguru.”

“It wasn’t my car,” he says quickly and you decide to drop the matter, disappointed that he’d be absent on a day that was bound to be just as chaotic as the press conference. “Look, I’m sorry, but my body’s just–”

“Not having it, I understand,” you finish for him and he hums. “I was gonna ask if you wanted to come over for pasta since Shoko had to run to work, but since you sound busy…”

“Gimme twenty minutes and I’ll be there,” he interrupts, barking something you can’t hear to someone that must’ve been with him on his side of the phone. “She’s on her way, just handle it with her and I’ll–”

“Who are you talking to?” 

“Satoru, but he’s giving me attitude.” You can vaguely make out his roommate’s indignant I am not! from the other end and you let yourself smile a little bit. “Save me a plate, I’ll be there in a few. Just need to wash up since I’m coming from the, uh, gym.”

“No worries, I’ll see you soon. Ride safe.”

You don’t ask why, even though you didn’t burn any of the food, there’s a lingering smell of smoke when Suguru enters your apartment. 

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