⊹ ࣪ ˖ EXPRESS YOURSELF, DON’T REPRESS YOURSELF
ᝰ.ᐟ the perks of being a wallflower characters as fragrances thread
• old books
the sweet, dry, vanilla-tinted dust of yellowed paperbacks and extra credit essays under the low glow of a desk lamp. seeking refuge in written worlds while the rest of the universe feels far too loud and overwhelming to navigate.
• cocoa
a gentle, bittersweet warmth cradling childlike innocence. holding a warm mug with both hands in a dark kitchen at 2 am, trying to self-soothe and clinging to the quiet pieces of childhood before trauma broke through.
• ozonic notes
a sudden, breathtaking rush of electric night air hitting a face leaned out of a speeding truck bed. the literal atmosphere of the tunnel scene – an instant of pure, weightless euphoria where pain vanishes and everything feels infinite.
• aldehydes
a crisp, clean, almost clinical note of freshly pressed linens and white clinic sheets. quiet time spent healing, the weight of suppressed mental health struggles, and the heartbreaking desire to just feel reset, clean, and human again.
• cashmere wood
soft, enveloping warmth like a heavy vintage sweater wrapped around trembling shoulders. quiet, absorbing empathy – carrying everyone else’s secrets and pain inside himself even when it threatens to break him.
• strawberry
a bright, nostalgic pop of sweetness like strawberry lip gloss left on someone’s cheek. soft, youthful, and instantly unforgettable – a delicate trace of sweet warmth lingering long after a kiss stolen in the dark.
• airy note
the fresh, untamed gust of wind cutting through the open bed of a pickup truck. pure freedom, open highways, and standing tall with arms outstretched toward streetlights, welcoming every outcast into a safe haven.
• wool
the cozy, slightly worn texture of thrifted vintage sweaters and oversized coats. comforting, grounded warmth – the tactile comfort she offers to everyone around her while gently trying to repair her own frayed edges.
• cigarette
a wispy trail of smoke clinging to vintage lace and denim from basement parties and late-night parking lot talks. the gritty reality of her past, the rumors she’s fought to survive, and the unpolished, raw beauty of her resilience.
• vanilla bean
rich, complex, and slightly dark beneath its initial sweetness. her endless capacity for unconditional love, tempered by the quiet weight of trauma and learning the hard lesson of accepting the love she actually deserves.
• bourbon whiskey
the heavy, amber burn of cheap alcohol swallowed fast in dark corners. coping with heartbreak and watching the person you love pretend you don’t exist in the daylight – a temporary numbing agent for a heart that feels far too deeply.
• leather
the bold, unmistakable scent of a worn motorcycle jacket thrown over a shoulder. theatrical confidence, unapologetic flamboyance on stage during rocky horror, and the protective armor worn to mask deep vulnerability.
• metallic notes
a sharp, industrial edge of steel, hand tools, and lathe shavings from shop class. grounded, practical brilliance that people constantly overlook because they only see the loud jester exterior.
• skin musk
warm, electric, and intensely human – the lingering heat of dancing wildly, defending friends in a cafeteria brawl, or holding someone close in dim bedroom light. the unmasked physical reality when all the jokes stop.
• cherry
loud, sweet, and rebellious — like a cherry lollipop melted on a hot dashboard. a vibrant ersonality and the unapologetic, dazzling flair brought into every dark room walked into.
• black cherry
deep, sweet, and intensely dramatic – like a heavy velvet stage curtain soaked in perfume. her mesmerizing frontwoman presence, refusal to be mediocre, and the fiercely protective, sharp edge shown when defending her loved ones.
• vanilla absolute
a lush, intoxicating gourmand note drawing everyone into her orbit. a “mirrorball” personality – the exhausting, desperate desire to sparkle and reflect whatever love people need so they never turn away and leave her behind.
• ammonia
a sharp chemical sting cutting through sweetness, smelling like bathroom bleach and fresh dye in a porcelain sink. the meticulous effort to maintain pastel pink hair over pitch-black roots, staining towels and forging her own identity.
• lip gloss
a waxy, sweet, frosted cosmetics note scattered across a messy vanity desk. an absolute obsession with makeup, 90s siren eyes, and treating her face like a canvas while forcing her bandmates into eyeliner before touching their instruments.
• smoke
a lingering, gritty haze from hanging out behind damp music venues after a show. grounding her hyper-feminine aesthetic with an underground, alternative edge, pushing to conquer a male-dominated scene on her own terms.
• pine
crisp, earthy needle beds and mossy slopes near an easy-flowing lake. a natural, unpretentious smell – grounded, slightly wild, and deeply tied to the private sanctuaries where he allows himself to breathe away from school.
• metallic notes
a sharp, defensive barrier of iron deficiency, silver jewelry, and the bite of an icy temper. the immediate instinct to act cold, aloof, and invincible so no one ever catches him looking weak or scared.
• cannabis
thick, herbal smoke rolling out of a cracked bedroom window in the middle of the night. a coping mechanism for a racing mind, and the playful, bratty moments spent blowing smoke into patrick’s mouth just to shut him up.
• olibanum
heavy, traditional church incense clinging subtly to the background of his thoughts. the stifling weight of a strict religious upbringing, hidden identity, and the haunting fear of being a disappointment to his family.
• vinyl
warm, analog static of spinning nirvana records on a dark afternoon. dusty lp sleeves, raw grunge chords humming out of a small amp, and the easy comfort of getting lost in a sound that doesn’t ask anything from you.
• gasoline
sharp, intoxicating fumes of a pickup truck idling in an empty driveway at 2 am. emergency escapes, spontaneous road trips, and the unspoken promise that as long as they have a full tank, they can survive anything together.
• asphalt
warm, dark highway smell beneath spinning tires. shared momentum – the wild, reckless, and beautiful dynamic of two step-siblings navigating a small town that never knew what to do with them.
• coca-cola
sweet, fizzy comfort of a booth at the diner after a chaotic night. laughing over cheap food, decompressing, and being each other’s safe landing pad when the world gets too exhausting.
• tobacco
lingering, cozy smoke passing back and forth between two open truck windows. shared secrets, venting about exes and family drama, and the effortless ease of never having to pretend around each other.
• night blooming jasmine
a rich floral scent blooming only under cover of darkness. the profound, unbreakable protection of their bond – a quiet love that shines brightest when everything around them is pitch black.
• black and pink pepper
the sharp, stinging spice that hits your throat before you even realize it’s there. it is the dual-edged bite of their shared armor – black pepper for his permanent, sharp-tongued scowl and pink pepper for her viciously protective, razor-sharp wit.
• silver
cold, metallic, heavy rings clinking against guitar hardware and damp concrete. a sharp, reflective barrier against fake people, and the unshakeable loyalty of having each other’s back when shit goes down.
• candied fruits
a loud, sticky burst of neon sweetness cutting straight through the noise. the nostalgic, unashamed scent of sour candy passed back and forth on a faded basement rug, and bright fruit snacks eaten under a plastic playground slide while hiding from other kids. it’s the hidden, soft warmth strictly reserved for each other.
• black leather
the heavy, worn texture of a scuffed jacket thrown over cold shoulders behind a damp venue. stale backstage air, heavy boots, and years of existing in the exact same orbit. the physical weight of protection – a thick layer shielding them from superficial party chatter, holding in their heat and keeping them grounded when everything else feels exhausting.
• sandalwood
a rich, buttery, deeply comforting warmth lingering on skin long after the music stops. the quiet atmosphere of empty city streets at midnight when the performance is over and the mirrorball finally turns off. it ties sharp metal and sweet fruit into an unwavering sanctuary – the unspoken promise that no matter what, they have each other.
• cream soda
smooth, vanilla-sweet memory of a backyard house party behind the cooler. cracking a cold drink and offering half to a guarded girl, instantly melting away high school gossip and rumors with unexpected warmth.
• rose petals
soft, elegant floral— both delicate and fiercely resilient. their pure, protective romance – the way cristal stands up for sam without hesitation, creating a gentle space where sam doesn’t have to carry her past alone.
• stardust
electric, shimmering metallic dust like stage lights reflecting off frosted eyeshadow. the initial spark between them – sam hypnotized by cristal’s vocals on stage, and cristal noticing the breathtaking, quiet beauty in sam’s eyes.
• cotton candy
airy, pink, and endlessly comforting. soft pastel hair resting on a shoulder during late-night drives, turning empty streets into a private fairytale away from judgment.
• amberwood
a glowing, deep wood base anchoring sweet top notes with undeniable stability. the solid, grounding safety they offer each other – a love that lets them both finally stop running.
• ink
the steady, scratchy friction of a cheap black ballpoint pen pressing against pale skin in dim amber light. deep, possessive intimacy and the dark smudge left behind in the heat of an afterglow – the undeniable proof of a boy letting his guard down and allowing someone close enough to completely ruin his defenses.
• vinyl
the heavy, humming warmth of a bedroom isolated from everything else. dust settling on stacked nirvana records, the static of a muted tv, and the deep texture of a 90s mixtape era. two people existing so deeply in each other’s orbit that the rest of the universe simply fades into background noise.
• silk
an infuriatingly soft contrast to a fiercely guarded exterior. a neat little white bow painstakingly tied around the filter of a blunt —patrick’s playful, unrelenting need to tease and soften jayden’s sharpest edges. sweet, deliberate, and stripping away bratty resistance with unashamed affection.
• earth tincture
raw, damp soil of a secret sanctuary. mossy tree trunks, crushed grass, and gravel crunching under worn converse. the heavy scent of an easy-flowing lake where the outside world disappears – a private slope for tracing collarbones, breathless teasing, and collapsing into the dirt together without the fear of being perceived by anyone else.
• metallic notes
a sharp, biting contrast of temperature and temperament. freezing night air slicing through a cracked window, mingling with an iron-sharp edge. the electric shock of ice-cold hands slipping under a warm cotton shirt just to feel the heat beneath, and the quiet vulnerability of a boy who acts like steel but melts entirely under the right touch.
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