#on a side note that hairline blend...

[t-u-i-t-c]

if they're going to have him be in his fox form from time to time, i hope they drop a video of him doing the dance in it

[letsgetrowdy43]

Just a few months—

Luke Hughes x Fem!Reader

Request: 🐞 Heyyy can I request this prompt "Your lover kisses you goodbyes as usual, but when they start going towards the door, you run towards them and give them another deep kiss" with Luke Hughes ☺️

Warnings/notes: I'm a sucker for soft Luke...

End of summer celebration!!

There was nothing quite as depressing as the agony of watching the summer nights blend back into the schedule of the school year. The quiet passing of time and ticking of the clock as mid-August turns into early September. Which led to now, the long-awaited moment of separating from loved ones as schedules get busy and distances get longer after months of being attached at the hip.

Luke quietly organized all the girl's kitchen utensils as she found the perfect spot on the counter for each appliance. The silence of the looming departure and the fact that her three roommates had still not arrived settled in the empty space as the clock ticked.

In just a short hour the child would be saying their last goodbye until her Christmas break when he would fly her out to Jersey for a few days. They'd see each other a few other times, like when he played in Detroit or when would she commute out to Columbus to spend the night with him and see the game.

But from now until her graduation in April their love would exist miles apart from each other, manifested in phone calls, little packages in the mail to one another, and the occasional Facetime.

It was never ideal, always a challenge, but it was a sacrifice they were willing to make for another year before she packed up her life in Michigan and made the move to be with him. But there was always a future ahead of them, and that kept the spark alive.

Quiet tears welled in her eyes as she watched the concentration on his face as he placed all her forks in their respective spots, chewing the inside of his lip as he looked up to see the sad look that had washed over her face. He had long forgotten the cutlery and made his way over to her, his arms wrapping around her as he hugged her and her arm full of knit dishrags to his chest.

"What's got you all upset?" "Gonna miss you so much," she sobbed as she let go of all the clothes and wrapped herself around the boy, face buried in his soft t-shirt as he gently swayed them in an attempt to calm her down.

She let out a wet laugh at how dramatic she must look, "I just hate being so far from you," she shrugged as one of his hands wiped away the tears and mascara that tainted her perfect rosy cheeks. "It's gonna suck so bad," he agreed, "but we did it last year, and we only have the last year to go, so really this is like the home stretch."

His words were not overly helpful but she smiled at his lame attempts, pressing a kiss to his chest as he continued to sway them back and forth.

"And think about it, I'll be back here the second I can get on a flight for your grad." "What about Playoffs?" "Well we will cross that road when we get to it, but I will be here to see graduate, and then you'll come back with me to Jersey and we can go look at apartments and you'll be in grad school," he made everything sound so simple, which was far from the case, but to know he had some faith in the two of them felt nice.

"We have a plan, just got to make it to the end of this school year and will have the rest of our lives together," he mumbled before cupping the side of her tear-stained cheeks and pressing kisses to her temple and then a slow one to her lips before his phone began to ring in his back pocket.

His alarm goes off, voicing that he needs to head home to pack before his flight tonight.

Her bottom lip wobbled as his eyes glossed over slightly, "I love you," he mumbled into her hairline as she nodded and leaned into his lips. She pulled away momentarily to stand on her tiptoes and press a kiss to his lips, a long, delicate, a little rushed kiss that spoke more than words could as his hand travelled down to the small of her back and hers found his tone forearms. "I love you too," she said in between kisses as he pulled away and pressed his forehead against hers.

He dipped his head down to press a kiss to her cheek before holding her flush against his chest one last time, "I really need to go," he sighed as he nodded and pulled away. her hands whipped away her tears as he collected his things, leaving his sweater behind for her, a little surprise for later.

"Call me when you get home okay? And tell the boys I hope they have safe flights home," she said with a sad smile, as his hand caught hers and squeezed it one last time. "I will, and they told me to tell you to have a fun year," she smiled at the thought of the boys who had basically been somewhat of brothers to her wishing her well.

He took off in the direction of the door, not wanting to add anything else and make the two of them upset again. As the door clicked shut behind him, the silence that filled the room felt heavy, suffocating. She stood there for a moment, staring at the door, her heart aching with the sudden emptiness that occupied the room around her.

But something inside her refused to let this be the way they parted.

Without thinking, she rushed toward the door, her feet moving faster than her mind could keep up with. She yanked it open and bolted down the hallway, her breath coming in quick, desperate gasps. “Luke!” she called out, her voice trembling with urgency as she sped walked down the hallway.

He had barely made it to the stairwell when he heard her. He turned, surprised, his brows furrowed in concern. But before he could say anything, she was there, flinging herself into his arms for one last dramatic goodbye.

“I didn't like that goodbye, I couldn’t let you leave like that,” she whispered, her voice shaky as she clung to him. She pulled his face down to hers and pressed her lips to his, a kiss that was fierce, full of emotion, a kiss that told him everything she couldn’t put into words.

It was a kiss that tasted of longing, of love, of the fear of the months they’d have to spend apart.

Luke’s arms wrapped around her instantly, holding her tightly against him as he kissed her back with equal intensity and as cliche as it sounded there was no love in the world that amount to the one he held for the girl in his arms.

When they finally pulled away, breathless, he rested his forehead against hers, their noses brushing together as they stood there, unwilling to let go.

“Promise me you’ll be okay,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. She nodded, her hands cupping his face as she whispered back, “As long as you promise to come back to me.” “I promise."

They lingered for a moment longer, soaking in the warmth of each other’s presence before he finally pulled back. He pressed a quick kiss to her forehead, then reluctantly let her go. “I’ll call you as soon as I get on the highway,” he promised one last time, his hand squeezing hers gently before he turned and headed down the stairs.

This time, she didn’t follow him.

She stood there, watching until he was out of sight, her heart aching but filled with the certainty that they would make it through this last stretch of being apart. And with one last sigh, she turned back to her apartment, the lingering warmth of his kiss still on her lips.

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[eroselless]

PATO - FIVE

series masterlist | part 3 | part 4

[charles leclerc x reader, carlos sainz x reader]

warnings: pregnancy, angst, breastfeeding, spanish and google translated french

note: Yikes, the way I wrote charles is lowkey toxic, mb lol. This part reminded me of a picture i saw ages ago about how men and women deal with breakups, dudes moving on immediately and end up being sad after a few months and women being sad for a bit and then moving on after a few months. 

Anyways, shoutout to my baby sisters for being my main inspiration behind Lucero and for helping me figure out what babies do at 13 months lol I apologies in advance if some things don’t make sense, I tried my best to imitate the way they used to speak and use that for Lucero. 

Although not necessary, I listened to this playlist while I did all my writing and editing. It’s a nice bittersweet blend. If you guys wanna give it a listen, I think it would enhance the feelings in this part :)

We’re bouncing a little with the time jumps again but as always, they have the dates so its easier to track :) Happy reading!

MEXICO, OCTOBER 2024

Charles staggers into the hotel room, chest heaving as if he’s been sprinting miles without rest. His chest constricts,  each breath coming out in shallow puffs as he struggles to recompose himself. 

“Mon cœur?” he hears come from the bedroom and he no longer has it in him to hold back. Alexandra peeks out, eyes full of concern as she approaches the sobbing man. His face is buried in his hands and he would give anything to blend into the wall he’s leaning on. Guiding him to their room, she sits him down, slotting herself between his legs as he grips tight around her middle. His tears soak through her shirt as his body wracks with loud sobs. 

Frustration, anger, sadness – they all jumble together in his mind. Alexandra runs her fingers through his hair, murmuring comforts and feather light kisses into his hairline and waits for the sobs to soften before speaking. 

"Mon cœur, que s'est-il passé?" she asks, gently pushing his face away from her torso. My heart, what happened? She cradles his face as he looks up at her, silent tears staining his face. “That little girl we met today... she's my daughter. I didn’t know.” His voice is hoarse when he whispers, full of regret and guilt.

Alexandra’s eyes widen at the admission. “Charles, comment a-t-elle pu te cacher quelque chose comme ça? C'est... impardonnable," she says, her tinged with sympathy and indignation. How could she keep something like this from you? That's... unforgivable.

Charles shakes his head, eyes squeezed shut, a few tears still escaping down his cheeks. His sobs are fading in quiet hiccups as he slowly regains his breathing. “No, Alex. It’s not her fault. I’m the one who wasn’t there, it’s all my fault. I didn’t care enough, I left.”

She’s puzzled at his confession, lost in the depth of his sorrow. “What?”  

​​*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

MONACO, DECEMBER 2022

You’re lying partially on your side, arm draped over your bare chest as it rises and falls at a steady pace. He watches as you turn away, hair cascading over your back. The sheets are wrapped just over your middle, your upper body completely exposed to the air. The soft morning light filters through the room and Charles can’t help but think of the events last night.

He can still hear your voice as it echoes through the room, begging him not to stop. He can feel the crescent moons you’ve pressed into the thick muscles of his back. The ghost of your lips still lingers on his skin, like the stain of red lipstick on the collar of a white shirt. 

He leans over your sleeping figure, dragging his nose over your shoulder and pressing a ghost of a kiss there. It rouses you just enough to murmur a drowsy protest. “Don’t go,” you whisper and reach out for him, the tips of your fingers barely catching his skin. He is already on his feet. 

"I'll be back soon," he lies, slipping out before you can say anything else. He busies himself with mundane tasks, filling his day with errands that could be left for later. He thinks of you, all on your own, in your shared apartment waiting for him to come home. As you always did. He drives across the city, glancing at his phone as your messages roll in, swiping them away almost as quickly as they came. 

The truth was, being at home was proving to be increasingly difficult as time went on. His home with you, once a sanctuary, felt like a pressure cooker ready to pop. He loved you, doted on your every move but the constant fear of his career and unrelenting scrutiny of the public had slowly started to suffocate him. He couldn’t bear to break your heart and burden you with his overwhelming amount of feelings. What if he’d never be good enough for Ferrari, good enough for you? With every moment he spent away, he kept sinking into his own mind, choosing to ignore you and your attempts at breaking down his walls. He hated being away from you but he couldn’t help but pack you away into a corner of his mind, where he knew you’d be waiting for him, day in and day out. 

He comes home late that night, the guilt of having to face you gnawing at him. It's well after sunset and the night air is cool, the breeze turning icy. He walks through the door, expecting the lights to be off but is surprised to see you leaning over the sink, rinsing off dishes. 

Your face lights up when you see him, a tender smile he knows is only for him.

“Cha, you’re back,” you exclaim, turning to face the counter closest to the wall. You pick up a plate, filled generously with a meal that he could tell you spent a great deal of effort on. It’s gone cold in his absence. 

He only gives you a small smile, pressing a light kiss to your temple. He can’t help but feel a little surprised at your good mood. But he can’t bring himself to match the enthusiasm you carry in your voice.“I’m not really hungry,” he mutters, eyes not meeting yours. “I think I’ll just shower and head to bed.”

Your smile falters as he moves towards your bedroom, hurt flickering across your face. “But.. I made this for you. You’ve been out all day, I thought we could eat together.” 

He forces a smile, trying to appease you and end the conversation quickly. “I appreciate it amour, really. I’m just really tired.”

He can feel your eyes on him as he turns away, heavy with unspoken words. If he knew then what he knows now, he would've stood in that room and held you close. He would’ve tried harder to keep you by his side. He would’ve told you that he loved you. But he didn’t. 

She’ll come back, it’s okay, his thoughts echo while he stares at the door as you run into the night. You’re his rock, his anchor. His home. Weeks trickle by slowly and he can feel you slip away as more time goes by. He eventually stops thinking that he can hear your keys jingle in the lock at the front door. Your scent no longer clings to the bedsheets and the lush scented detergent you would buy gradually runs out. He slowly begins placing your things in boxes and taking them into storage where he hopes one day you’ll come to get them. Soon enough, he erases you from the apartment completely and it's as if you were never even there.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Charles shakes his head, his breath hitching. “I would do that often when I was home. I would lavish her with affection, trying to make sure she knew that I loved her with my whole being but…” he stops, pressing shaky fingers to his lips as if his breath is completely depleted. “I would find reasons to leave, seeking comfort in anything that wouldn’t make me think of what I was feeling inside.”

"Why?" Alexandra asks softly, her hand gently stroking his back. 

"I was scared," he admitted. "Scared of losing her, of not being enough. I thought keeping my distance, both physically and emotionally, would protect the both of us, but it only drove her away."

Alexandra's heart aches for him as he confesses. She knows Charles loves her but as his emotions spill out before her, she can’t help but feel like the other woman. She feels guilty as this new feeling is born and grows quickly. He’s confiding in her and the only thing she can think of are the doubts beginning to spiral in her mind. Trying to mask her discomfort she wraps her arms around him, his body relaxing against her as his breath gets smoother. 

"You did what you thought was best, Charles. You made mistakes, yes, but now you’ve learned and can move to find a better way forward," she says as her hand rubs up and down his back. 

Charles shakes his head. "I was selfish, Alex. I was so focused on my fears that I ignored her needs. I wanted to build a life together, to have a family. I pushed her away, and now... now I have a daughter I've never met."

Alex swallows hard as tears begin to bead in her eyes. She tries not to think too much about what he’s saying. She tries not to think about how this could make or break them. Would he still want to build something with me? Have the family he’s always wanted with me? 

“But you're here now and that’s all that matters. It’s not going to be easy but you can still be part of Lucero’s life and maybe, in time find a way to make amends.” She meets his gaze once again. The whites of his eyes are now red, only making the green around his iris look more brilliant than it did before. “Thank you, mon amour. For being here, for listening. I don’t deserve you.” 

She gives him a small smile, pushing away the feelings of insecurity that are now growing in the back of her mind. “Nous allons nous en sortir. Juste… ne m'exclut pas, d'accord ? Je ne peux pas t'aider si tu ne me laisses pas entrer.” We’ll get through this. Just… don’t shut me out, okay? I can’t help you if you don’t let me in.

“Je promets,” he nods, pulling her into his arms again. I promise. 

Charles is exhausted as he lays in her arms later that night, face pressed into her chest, snug against her heart. Alexandra lies awake in the darkness, the thought of you overtaking her mind. Her hands tenderly brush over Charles’s hair, his deep breaths tickling her skin slightly. There will always be a part of him that belonged to you. And it makes her wonder, with Lucero and you beginning to take your places in his heart, would there still be room for her? 

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

The sun gently peeks through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. You stir from your sleep, eyes heavy as you turn to the sound of Lucero’s cries. You begin to pull yourself up, pushing the sheets off of you. You hear a string of tsks next to you, Carlos gently pulling you back to bed.

“Tu quedate aqui,” he says quietly, his voice rough. “Yo voy por ella.” You stay here, I’ll get her.

You mumble a slurred ok, nodding with eyes still very heavy as you settle back down. Eyes still puffy with sleep, you settle on now propped-up pillows. Pulling at the straps of your sleep shirt, you slip the top off. You watch hazily as Carlos moves to Lucero’s makeshift crib, his steps quiet and measured. He coos at her and you can see her little hands reach out for him, legs kicking in frustration. “Buenos días, mi patito,” he says, cradling her close. “Ya vamos con la mamí, no te preocupes.” Good morning, my duckling. We're going with mummy, don’t worry. It makes your heart flutter as he stares at her with his gentle eyes, pressing a kiss to her hand as it goes to poke at his chin. 

He makes his way back to the bed, watching as you adjust yourself in your spot. Lucero babbles, her initial upset fading into a groggy murmur as she nestles into the crook of Carlos’s neck. Her thumb catches on her lip as she tries to suck on it.

Carlos chuckles as he watches her latch onto it, gently pulling it from her mouth. “No, señora,” he says teasingly. No, ma'am. “No thumb-sucking, little miss.” His gaze is warm as he hands her to you. 

The room fills with a peaceful silence as Lucero latches on, her small body relaxing in her mother’s arms. She holds on tightly, almost insatiable as she feeds. Carlos climbs back into bed, propping himself up on one elbow. His gaze is fixed on the two of you, eyes soft as he sees how devoted you’ve become to your little one, the love and connection strong between you. 

He can’t help but feel a sense of awe as he continues to watch you. He can’t help but admire how far you’ve come, the bond between you and Lucero beautiful and pure. The feeling of protectiveness and devotion to the two of you grows every day. He catches him thinking of the babe as his own, his daughter. She meant everything to him and he can’t bear to even imagine his life without her in it. Yet, he knew that Charles had a right to be a part of her life too, no matter how much it hurt to have to share that role. It's a thought that fills him with warmth but follows with a pang of bittersweet reality. 

With Lucero’s cries ceased, you gaze down at her. You're engrossed with how peaceful she looks, her little nose pressing into the flesh of your breast, little hands holding you as close as she can. Her eyes are beginning to droop again as her tummy fills up. She sighs in her stupor, pausing briefly before continuing.

You can feel Carlos’s gaze on you. He looks at you in adoration, fingers ghosting over Lucero’s chubby legs. He presses a kiss to your shoulder, sitting up as he does. Taking a deep breath, he breaks the silence. “Do you wanna talk about last night?” he asks gently. “And what comes next?” 

The question hangs in the air briefly, heavy with the weight of this new reality. You take a deep breath, mind coursing with different thoughts and emotions. “Not really, no.” You confess with a dry chuckle. If you could stay in this moment, just the three of you, you would without a second thought. “But we need to.”

He takes another deep breath, nodding. His expression is thoughtful as he threads his fingers through yours, bringing your hand up to his lips. “I know,” he says quietly. “I was thinking… If we’re going to do this, maybe we should also think about involving Alexandra.”

You blink in surprise, your eyebrows furrowing. “Alexandra?” you repeat, voice uncertain. 

Carlos nods, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. “Yeah,” he says slowly. “I know its complicated, but she’s a part of Charles’s life. If he’s going to be in Lucero’s life, she might be too.” 

Your expression is still a puzzled one as you respond. “I hadn’t thought about that,” You admit. “Do you think it's a good idea?”

Carlos sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know,” he says honestly. “But I think we should at least be open to it. Lucero deserves to know everyone who loves her. And I’m here, i know it’s not the same but I feel that because of that, she should be there too. We can’t ignore that.”

Your heart aches slightly at the thought, fear and hope swirling in your chest. “I’m scared, Carlos,” you say, voice beginning to tremble. “I don’t want to make things harder for her.” 

Carlos leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I know,” he whispers, eyes trained on her little figure, still sucking away. “But we need to think about what’s best for her in the long run. We’ll take it slow and be there for her every step of the way.”

Your eyes begin to fill with tears, your grip on Lucero tightening slightly. “What if it doesn’t work out? What if it hurts her?”

Carlos’s eyes soften, and he cups your face in his hands, forcing you to meet his gaze. “We’ll do everything we can to make sure she’s okay,” he says firmly. “We’ll protect her. But we can’t shield her from everything. She deserves the chance to know her family, even if it’s complicated.”

You nod slowly, heart heavy with the weight of the decision. “Okay,” you say softly. “We’ll try. But we have to be careful. We have to make sure it’s what’s best for her.”

Carlos smiles, his eyes filled with love and pride. “We will,” he promises. He presses his forehead to yours.“We’ll figure it out together.”

Lucero had finished feeding, her eyes now drifting closed as she snuggles against your chest.  You look down at her daughter, feeling a swell of emotion as you cradle her closer. Her jaw trembles slightly, a sign she was tired once again. “I just want her to be happy,” you whisper, voice breaking slightly.

Carlos wraps his arm around you, pulling the two of you close. “She will be,” he says gently. “She has you. And she has me. And now, she has a chance to know her father too.”

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

BRAZIL, NOVEMBER 2024

The sun is high over Sao Paolo when you arrive to the paddock. The air is electric with excitement, spectators slowly filling up the stands around the track. Their conversations create a gentle buzz that echoes above the garages. 

Carlos makes his way into the paddock, smiling at photographers and journalists as they wait for his entrance. They don’t miss the small body he holds in his arms and the woman that trails closely behind him, fingers intertwined with his. 

Your eyes scan meet the people waiting for you to enter, a delicate smile gracing your lips. Once in the Ferrari garage, you take release a breath, one you didn’t know you’d been holding back. 

“Are you sure this was a good idea?” you ask Carlos as you’re settled in the back of the garage. A sudden wave of nerves washes over you as you can see a couple photographers clicking away around the garage. “Bringing her here?”

Carlos leans on one of the tables with you, nodding, fingers gently brushing over her wispy tufts of brown hair. “She seems to like it,” he points out as she squeals happily, pulling at the wire that connects to the big headphones Fred passed to her as you entered. “Besides, it’s good for her to see where Charles and I spend so much time.”

You smile, the concern still evident in your eyes. “I just don’t want her to feel overwhelmed.”

“She’s tougher than she looks,” Carlos says, fingers going to lovingly pinch at your arm. You know he’s referring to her but the look on his eyes makes you think he might mean you too. 

Lucero spots the red car being worked on and babbles excitedly as she sees the garage technicians checking around the car. 

“Cah-loh!” she exclaims, her voice a mix of wonder and determination. “Sí, Lu, un carro,” you correct gently. Yes, Lu, a car. Her attempt at say carro was endearing, the R sound still elusive for her baby tongue. Car. “Es rojo. Puedes decir, rojo?” she claps her hands, ignoring your request. Its red. can you say red? 

Carlos chuckles, leaning down to kiss her head. “Lolo’s going to drive el carro rojo, mi amor.” he says to her, pointing to himself and adding a soft vroom as he begins to imitate a car with his hand. He makes almost a flying motion with his hand in front of you before gently whooshing it towards the bubbly baby, tickling her tummy. She giggles, managing to grap his hands and pulls at his fingers. She holds them up to her face, a soft gargle of buh buh buh falling from her lips.

Lucero catches the eye of Charles as he makes his way into the garage, his eyes lighting up as he approaches you. He’s wearing those god-awful bleached jeans again, the odd stripes something you always teased him about. You just don’t see the art yet, he’d often say.

He gives Carlos a side hug before hesitantly leaning over you and wrapping his arms around you. It sends a wave of nerves through the both of you. He lets go quickly before he can think much of it and crouches slightly to meet Lucero’s eyes. 

“Bonjour, ma petite amour,” His voice is soft as he speaks to her. Hello, my little love. There’s an eager smile on his face, one that masks the nerves that were bubbling just beneath the surface. It’s one you recognize. 

Lucero looks at Charles, suddenly clampering into your arms, tucking her face into your neck. Charles’s heart clenches at the sight. “Muñeca, dile hola a Cha,” you say, his nickname rolling off your tongue with ease. Doll, say hi to Cha. 

You poke gently her little tummy, pulling her attention to her father. He smiles at her as she peeks out from behind your hair. You guide her hand gently towards Charles and she meets him in the halfway, her little fingers wrapping around his. “She’ll warm up,” you reassure. “It’s a lot for her, all these new faces and places.”

Charles nods, a slight flutter of uncertainty vibrating through his chest. “I understand,” he says. “I’m just happy to see her.”

Carlos observes the exchange, emotions swirling in his chest. He can’t help the protectiveness and understanding that bubble up as he sees this. He moves away from the table only to have Lucero reach her arms out for him. 

“Vienes conmigo, estrellita?” he asks as she pulls away from you and Charles, oblivious to the emotions of the adults around her. Are you coming with me, little star? She points excitedly at the car again, prompting Carlos to get near it. Buh buh buh she tries quietly.

“Bah bah,” she finally manages, voice loud as she proceeds to bury her face into Carlos’s shirt. He lets out a giggle as she does so. “Baba, bluum.” he looks at her with wide eyes, bouncing her in his arms. He glances over at you, jaw slack as he identifies what she’s trying to say. 

Charles’s smile falters momentarily. She means papa, he thinks. He masks his broken-heartedness quickly and turns to you. “She seems to really like the cars.” He comments, trying to keep his otne light.

“She does,” you say, glancing between the two men. “Maybe she’ll be a driver someday, like her father.”

“Maybe,” Charles says, his voice sounding like it’s far away. The word father hangs in the air, shrouded in a veil and he’s not sure if you mean Carlos or him. 

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Unraveling the Ferrari Enigma: Carlos Sainz Arrives with Mystery Woman and Baby, Spotted Again with Charles Leclerc at Brazilian GP

In an unexpected twist at the Mexican Grand Prix, Ferrari driver Carlos Sainz was seen arriving hand-in-hand with a mystery woman and a baby, sparking widespread speculation and intrigue within the F1 community. The woman, identified by sharp-eyed fans as Y/N L/N, the elusive former girlfriend of Sainz’s teammate, Charles Leclerc, has rarely been seen publicly, adding to the mystique surrounding this revelation.

Y/N L/N, who maintained a low profile throughout her relationship with Leclerc, has remained a figure of intrigue among fans and the media. Leclerc, known for his privacy regarding personal matters, never publicly acknowledged L/N, making this unexpected appearance alongside Sainz and the child even more startling.

Adding to the speculation, L/N and the baby—whose identiy remains undisclosed—made a second appearance at the Brazilian Grand Prix, further capturing the attention of the F1 world. Observers noted that not only were L/N and the child seen with Sainz, but they were also frequently spotted around Leclerc, intensifying curiosity about the current dynamics within the Ferrari team.

The repeated public appearances of L/N and the child have ignited a flurry of questions regarding their connection to Sainz and Leclerc, and what this means for the Ferrari drivers off the track. Could this development cause tension between Sainz and Leclerc? With the high stakes of the racing season and the close-knit nature of the F1 community, the unexpected appearance of L/N and the baby has undoubtedly raised eyebrows and sparked numerous questions.

a/n: Hi friends! If you’ve gotten this far, thank you so much for reading! Any feedback, reblogs and likes are appreciated, they seriously keep me so motivated <3

What do you guys think about this little news item? I enjoyed coming up with the one I made back in part 2, I thought why not make one for this part? Should I keep adding them in every now and then?

tags: @kravitzwhore @janeh22 @apollosfavkiddo @leah-also-known-as-creatoronwp @tremendousstarlighttragedy @sltwins @bwormie @marshmummy @honethatty12 @staplerrrr @smithieandy @loloekie @musicheaux @jeondeluxe111 @dessxoxsworld @xoscar03 @emryb @yl90 @poppyflower-22 @a-distantdreamer

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Steel Heart Chapter 28: The Lockets

Hange x Reader Fanfic Chapter Index Masterlist AO3

Megan's Note: 1 week away from the semester ending! After Steel Heart I'm only posting long fics on AO3 Posted: 12/13/24 (Friday the 13th GASP!!)

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Hange was already awake in the bleak, dull morning. You barely opened your eyelids and saw Hange prancing around the room. They were already dressed with their eyepatch, wearing a clean white shirt and tan slacks. The clothes must have arrived fresh and clean. You lightly groaned at the energy Hange radiated. You couldn’t muster the energy to speak yet, so through your half-lidded eyes, you admired Hange moving about without thinking anyone was watching. They were packing a bag small enough to fit into the pocket of their slacks. When Hange crossed to the other side of the room, they had to watch where they were stepping because Rai was practically hopping under them. 

Hange grabbed their wooden hairbrush and detangled the knots in their short brown hair. They were precise with each brush stroke, attentive to where the hair lay. You don’t recall Hange being extra precise in how they look. Perhaps their care for vanity was hidden from you. You were aware of their low self-esteem due to their missing eye. Either way, it was adorable to watch Hange get ready and the possibility of them wanting to look good for you warmed your heart. 

“Good, you’re awake!” Hange’s eyes grew wide and you flinched at their detection. They set the hairbrush down on the nightstand that was against the wall. Hange was too giddy, and the day barely started. It was pretty adorable, actually. They sat on their side of the bed—before falling asleep, you both pushed your beds into the center of the room so you could sleep next to each other. Then, they patted on a few folded clothes. “I have your outfit right here! Clean and ready for you.” 

A fond smile grew on your face. Flashes of the evening before filled your mind. The sweet moments of kissing were delightful, and getting closer to Hange was a fulfilling feeling. You so badly wanted to tie your souls last night, but Hange succumbed to their insecurities, leaving touching at touching and no further. 

“You’re really pretty,” your groggy voice was low and weak. Hange crawled on the bed and laid on their side next to you. They propped their elbow on the bed, holding their face plastered with a dimple alongside a cheerful smile.

“You are . . .” They leaned forward, letting their lips get inches from your nose. As they were about to kiss your nose, a finger poked it instead. “Boop! Okay, come on! I want to spend as much time as we can in Orvud!”

“You’re ridiculous!” You giggled and pushed the covers off yourself, the air hitting your bare chest, erecting your nipples. “Is the kitchen even serving breakfast at this time?”

“Doesn’t matter!” Hange practically hopped off the bed. “We’re eating breakfast at one of the cafes!” Your eyebrows shot up to your hairline, and your mouth fell the opposite way. Eating a meal at one of the beautiful buildings in Orvud was fascinating. Being among the people dressing nicely and spending time with Hange sounded terrific. 

“What are we going to eat?!” 

“Get dressed and you’ll find out when I take you there!”

Just like always, Hange infected you. Their excitement spread and tarnished your groggy morning daze. After getting dressed and feeling satisfied about wearing the same outfit as Hange, you grabbed Hange’s brush. No wonder they were attentive to their appearance. The pressure of wanting to be presentable and blending in with the wealthy citizens flooded your thoughts. What clothes would they wear while eating breakfast? You wondered if you would see any books they were reading. What kind of things do Orvud District citizens talk about?

“Do I . . . have to wear my cloak?” The dreading answer was evident in your tone. Your cloak always did the job of hiding yourself when riding, but it wasn’t something that looked like a citizen of Orvud would wear. It was thin and light. 

“Unfortunately, it’s probably best,” Hange read you like a book, and they smiled sympathetically. “Your cloak is nice, too.”

Although Hange didn’t want to, they suggested leaving Rai behind in the room. You wanted Rai to see Orvud District shops, but you understood that you might not be welcomed into restaurants. It was a bummer, but bunny-less and swordless, you and Hange stepped into the corridor. Hange assured that going into the market without any indication of belonging to the Royal King’s Guard will help hide your identity. Two normal girls enjoying the market in the morning. 

You and Hange speed-walked past Levi and the other knight’s rooms to avoid getting caught. It made you giggle, and your ankles burned while you tried to walk faster than Hange, only for them to pass you. Damn their long legs! Hange declared themselves the winner when they slapped their hand on the grand oak door on the first floor. You were catching your breath while shaking your head at their nonsense. 

Without the horses and the carts, the yard was vast and lined with guards. Their eyes were focused on you and Hange, and each step echoed through the stone yard. Hange held their chest high and their stride exuded confidence. You were worried the guards wouldn’t let you and Hange leave The Orvud District Headquarters, but they opened the gates as if they were expecting you. Hange politely acknowledged the guards and you followed Hange through the gates. 

Hange mentioned that it was a ten-minute walk to the district shops, and your eyes wandered to the exteriors and architecture of the buildings. The buildings had darker purple-ish colored roofs—like Stohess District—along with crown moldings framing the windows. The concrete street was clean and the tall, dark green Italian cypress trees were identical on both sides of the street. 

There was a scent of food that you couldn’t particularly define, but the smell made your stomach grumble. What kind of food is there going to be? As you approached, other citizens emerged from different parts of the cities. Men were dressed in clean suits and women wore the softest-looking clothes and heels that looked like they’d never been worn outside. They lacked stains and tearing in their delicate fabrics. 

One woman wore an elegant, long, dark purple coat with matching heels. She was holding the arm of a gentleman in a long, dark brown jacket with a matching vest underneath. It was intriguing to think of the effort and planning that went into their outfits. In Shiganshina, they wore clean, available clothes. Stohess and Orvud citizens dressed in a way that expressed style.

Fairy Godmother Christa and Ymir were appointed to raise you in Shiganshina. What kind of clothes did they wear before leaving the castle? You don’t recall them wearing lavish coats or jewelry. They always had fitting clothes and multiple pairs of coats and shoes. Most of the clothes you, Christa, and Ymir wore were neutral colors. Black, brown, white, grey, blue, or green. Not flashy colors that demanded attention while hiding the fact that you were the heir to the throne. 

Hange pointed to the left of the exterior of a small shop. The warm lighting inside was inviting and as you stepped in, you realized how chilly the morning air was with the cafe basked you in its warmth. The inside was lined with white walls and the tables and chairs were deep oak. Each table had white plates with dark blue napkins folded decoratively.

“Good morning,” a woman with dark hair tied back neatly greeted you. Her voice was smooth and relaxed. “For two?” 

“Good morning! Yes, two.” Hange took the lead and the lady’s thin lips smiled. Even the employees of Orvud District were classy—something along the lines of sheer elegance among citizens. As she led you and Hange to your table, you couldn’t help but notice her straight posture. Perhaps it was because it was the beginning of the day or because she wasn’t overworked, but you couldn’t help but notice that she wasn’t exhausted from working. 

Hange pulled out a chair and stood behind it with a gentle smile that made your heart flutter. They offered you the chair, and you couldn’t help but blush at Hange’s treatment. You sat down in the chair, and Hange sat across from you. 

“Enjoy, " the lady’s soothing voice said, leaving Hange and you behind. With their elbows propped on the table, Hange clasped their hands together and rested their chins on them. They gave you a small smile; all you wanted was to lean across the table and hold their hand. 

“Good morning, ladies.” A young gentleman came from behind you. He was holding two mugs and he placed menus in front of you. “Would you want to start with tea, hot chocolate, or stick to water?”

“Hot chocolate!” Your enthusiastic words slipped from your mouth before evening thinking about it. Hange giggled and beamed a smile at the gentleman.

“I’ll have hot chocolate too!” When the gentleman walked away, you gazed over the menu. It was a one-page menu with delicacies that would not be offered in Shiganshina. Duck confit hash, salmon benedict, and beef shakshuka were the options that stood out to you. It seemed that Orvud District had more diverse meat-based meals. In Shiganshina, you recall eating lots of vegetables, soups, and bread. The meat was available at the market, but it was mainly chicken. You felt a light tap on your boots from under the table. “What do you want to get?”

“I’m not sure . . . I didn’t even know you could eat duck.”

“It’s pretty good.”

“Have you been here before?”

“If I have time while visiting Orvud District, I typically eat breakfast here at least once.”

“What are you going to get?” Hange placed their menu on the table and leaned back in their chair. 

“I’m feeling like the beef shakshuka.” 

“I want to try the salmon benedict.” You set your menu down and leaned forward on the table. “Thank you for bringing me here, Hange . . .” Hange’s eye dilated. They peered at you from across the table, and you could tell they were thinking. You glanced at their hands; there were specs of dark blue and green discoloration from bruises along their knuckles. A sign of pure strength painted across their feminine hands. The Hange across the table from you didn’t look like they slayed a fifty-foot Founding Titan; they were fragile—someone to protect. You worshipped this mundane, quiet moment with Hange in the cafe. It gave a sense of normalcy. 

Having meat with breakfast was filling and delicious. The tender beef from Hange’s shakshuka on toast was warm and comforting. The hollandaise sauce drizzled on the poached egg and the salmon was tangy and lemony. Fish was a luxury item within the walls and very expensive to the outer districts. Even if fish merchants had to travel through the outer districts to deposit their catch at the center, it didn’t matter. The highest quality fish was for Mitras and the inner Districts. Perhaps because you were starving or because it was your first time trying salmon benedict, you wanted to eat this for breakfast every day. 

As you finished your meal, more citizens entered the cafe, which soon became crowded. The cafe seemed a popular spot, which made sense because Hange said they ate here at least once every visit. The gentleman offered to put the hot chocolate in to-go cups, which was perfect because the wind sent shivers along your chest and fingers when you stepped outside. The heat radiating from the cup just about offset the chilly morning air. The sun rose over the east side of the wall, and its rays beamed over Orvud District. Hange’s skin was pale and their cheeks and nose flushed pink. 

“This shop has pretty dishes and collectibles you might like just down the street. Do you want to try it?” Hange asked, then sipped their hot chocolate. 

“Sure.” Your teeth slightly chattered. 

“It will warm up soon. I wasn’t expecting it to be chilly.”

“Do you want my cloak?” You started to pull it off your shoulders when Hange stopped you.

“Don’t be silly, Y/N. You keep it.” Hange poked your nose. You returned a poke to their side.

“Okay, Hange, but if you get too cold, I’m giving you my cloak.” Hange wrapped an arm around you and then rubbed your forearm affectionately. 

“You’re too sweet. I’ll be fine, I promise.” More posh citizens were gathering in the market, and the growing crowd kept you hidden. You didn’t think you fit in with the Orvud District citizens, but they were lovely to admire. “Thank you for breakfast, Hange. When I have something to repay—”

“Don’t worry, Y/N!” Hange shrugged. 

“But—”

“No!” Hange playfully scolded you while pointing their index finger toward you. “You get whatever you want! Anything—”

“Hange, I don’t have money. I don’t want you to think I’m using you—”

“Please use me.”

“Serious—”

“Y/N, whatever you want, you get.” Hange smiled and their doe eye twinkled. It didn’t matter that Hange didn’t want you to repay them. You wanted to give Hange gifts. You wished you could conjure their desires from thin air and offer them anything they wanted.  

Hange held open the door to the tableware shop. A small bell rang overhead and an older lady was wrapping a large porcelain teapot for a customer at the counter. Along the walls were various transferware plates of different colors. A rack of napkins with soft feminine floral designs and a rotating display of teacups and saucers was in the corner. Once Hange shut the door, it was quiet inside. It was like a museum of beautiful dishes that you wouldn’t dare touch and speaking loudly would disturb the peace the art deserved. 

“Wow,” you whispered to Hange. “You were right. I love this so much.”

“The lady collects the tableware and sells sets. Look! Over here are some salt spoons.” Hange went to the corner of the larger display of dishes. There was an open wooden box with various tiny sterling silver and gold spoons. One spoon looked like a clam and another had a floral pattern encrusted on the handle. The salt spoons were so tiny and adorable that a baby would think the spoons were a perfect size. 

“These are so cute!” Your eyes scanned the salt cellars next to the spoons. There were small, different shapes of glass dishes meant to hold the salt. There was a unique salt cellar in the shape of a seashell and there was a silver ornate bowl with a tiny lid.

“Are you looking for anything particular?” The older lady greeted and her nails were painted a deep red color. She had a soft-spoken voice and bright blue eyes. “Oh, I have seen you before.”

“Yes, I have been here many times.” Hange pushed their wire-rimmed glasses further up their nose.

“Welcome back,” the lady chuckled, radiating her maternal warmth. She seemed like the type of woman who always made cookies when her children visited, and her shop reflected her homely attitude. “I’ll be right over there if you have any questions! I also just put out new gravy bowls.”

“Thank you,” Hange said and the lady returned to the counter. 

“She seems nice.” You whispered.

“Want to see some pretty tea cups?” You immediately turned toward the corner where you saw them earlier. The large window of the shop revealed the morning crowd of the market and it was intriguing to see a large group of citizens that weren’t working. Most of the crowd were women with friends or alone holding bags of the items they bought in the market. It made sense why the rotating display of tea cups would be by the window because they would always be visible from the outside. There were tea cups and saucers made of china and porcelain, all with different floral patterns. One tea cup had a butterfly design and some cups were a solid white. “Did you know Levi has a collection of tea cups and sets?” 

“Really?” You glanced between the few on display and wondered which one Levi would like.

“He also collects tea. Levi has a beautiful display in his room at the Castle.” You sucked in the air at the reminder and blinked a few times, trying to brush away the inevitable arrival. You took a sip of your hot chocolate, hiding the dread from Hange. 

Across the market was a shop that caught your eye. It was a pet store, but not just any pet store. Clothes were hanging in the window and on display. You gasped and tugged on Hange’s sleeve, practically pulling the collar off their shoulder.

“Ah! You’re chok—”

“Does that store have clothes for pets?!” You pointed at the shop.

“Huh, yeah, it looks like it.”

“I want to go there! What if there’s clothes for Rai?!”

“That would be so adorable!” You and Hange hurriedly left the tableware shop, waving goodbye to the kind lady. The bell rang as you exited the threshold and stepped out into the air. It was warming up and you and Hange weaved your way through the crowd heading in different directions. You clasped onto Hange’s wrist as they were dominantly striding through. 

The pet store window also displayed animal toys, and you couldn’t wait to see what they had for rabbits. The window revealed that the shop had many people inside. When Hange opened the door, a cloying odor hit your nostrils. A woman inside was holding a white cat, and another man in the store was having his cat try on a harness. There was a line for the register, and Hange looked over the crowd, searching for a bunny section. 

“Do you see anything?” Then Hange politely walked through the crowd in the pet store and followed them to the store's back corner. An area was filled with rabbit treats, toys, harnesses, leashes, and clothes. Your eyes widened; seeing everything you could buy for Rai was exciting. 

“I didn’t think of it, but buying a harness and leash for Rai would be smart. Especially when you want to take her around the Castle.”

“But look at the clothes! I didn’t even know you could buy clothes for pets!”

“Inner cities love to dress their pets,” Hange whispered and then sipped their hot chocolate. “Which color do you want?”

“Since she’s a light tan color, maybe green or red. What do you think?” Hange reached for the dark green leash and the extra large-sized harness.

“Rai doesn’t need an extra large.” 

“Y/N, she’s grown so much over these last few weeks and still growing.” Hange giggled while grabbing the leash. You chuckled because Rai has been growing nonstop. You jabbed Hange’s side with your elbow.

“Don’t talk like that around Rai. You might hurt her feelings.” 

“I’m not calling our bunny fat, she’s genuinely a larger-than-normal bunny, Y/N! How do you not see it?!”

“Okay! Okay! I have noticed she is a little bigger than when we first caught her.”

“A little ?” 

“Zip it and help me pick an outfit for our abnormally large pet rabbit.” There were a few different patterns of outfits hanging on the rack. None of them were particularly cute or looked like they would fit Rai. 

“What about this?” Hange reached up and grabbed a large purple crocheted sweater that could easily be taken off with a button. It wasn’t what you were thinking of, but as you stared at it, the sweater was beginning to grow on you. “It won’t suffocate Rai, but it’ll still stay on and make her look cute. Plus, during the winter, it might just be the thing that keeps her warm!”

“Yeah . . .” You slowly nodded, agreeing with Hange’s suggestion.

“Okay, let’s get in line!” Most of the items that the citizens of Orvud District bought were cat-related. It was interesting that they also wanted their pets to have a sense of fashion. You could have gone through the rest of your life without knowing that there was clothing for pets. 

After Hange paid for Rai’s accessories, they carried the bag with their bruised hand. The splotches of bruises looked painful and you wondered how much pain Hange was possibly hiding from you. 

“Let me carry the bag,” You reached for it, only for Hange to snatch it away and switch the bag to their other hand. 

“Don’t worry about it! Anyways, I want to go to a clothing store.”

“I’m worried about your hands—”

“I want to see if they have this thing that reminds me of you.”

“What? What is it?”

“It’s a secret. They might not have it, anyways.” You furrowed your eyebrows and then pondered the possible choice of coats at the clothing store. Hange could get whatever they were thinking of and you could look at the beautiful coats. You drank the last of the hot chocolate and then threw it in the trash. Hange chugged the rest of their hot chocolate and threw their empty cup away. It was amusing how they tilted their head all the way back and didn’t stop until the cup was empty. 

You passed several clothing stores until Hange took you to one with a darker interior. The walls were dark maroon, and all the racks and hangers were dark oak. Unlike the others, this store had two wooden mannequins. Both of them were fully dressed. One had a large pearl necklace along with a black tie suit for a woman. The other mannequin was a more casual outfit for the daytime. Yet it was still a suit. It was a tan-colored suit with a white button-up, and the top buttons were left unbuttoned. A large matching hat with lace was bunched into a bow or perhaps a large flower.

Hange went straight to the glass counter in the back of the store. A woman was in the back wearing a navy-colored suit. It was like she was modeling the clothes available to purchase. There wasn’t a single hair out of place and her face was clean. She smiled as you and Hange approached. 

“Welcome, you look like you know what you want.” The woman said and her teeth were as shiny as the glistening jewelry reflecting the sun’s rays. 

“You’re right about that.” Hange looked through the glass at the enclosed jewelry. There were glimmering bracelets of sapphire jewels and necklaces with a large statement gemstone. A few ruby earrings, different-sized emerald rings, and amethyst bracelets caught your eye. They looked elegant and beautiful. “Yes, you still have it!” Hange exclaimed. “I want both of those necklaces.”

“These are the last of the golden swan lockets for now.” The lady unlocked her display and pulled out two golden lockets and encrusted on the locket was a swan. The locket shined as the sun illuminated the beautiful necklace. “Would you like to add an engraving on the back? It can fit initials, a name, or a word?” 

“Let’s put ‘Always’ on one and ‘Forever’ on the other.”

“That is beautiful. Give a few minutes to do them.” The lady disappeared behind the counter to a room in the back that was off-limits to customers. Hange gave you a fond smile and their doe eye dilated. 

“How do you feel about matching lockets?” Your heart swelled and you wanted to jump on Hange and hug them. It was special to think Hange thought those necklaces reminded them of you. Hange glanced over their shoulder out the window and all the clothing racks blocked you and Hange from the outside. You felt Hange’s fingers touch your palm and they leaned closer. The soft skin of their fingers laced their fingers between yours and they clasped your hand. Your hand fit in Hange’s like it was made for them and you couldn’t hold back a smile. The heat on your face rose and you couldn’t help but flush at Hange’s affection. Nothing will break this bond. 

After a little while, the lady returned and showed Hange the lockets. She did a beautiful job etching the words in beautiful cursive on the back of the lockets. The lady asked if the lockets were a gift, and Hange lied, saying they were a gift for their friends who were getting married in Elmrich District. There was something special about feeling like a secret—Hange’s secret. 

“Did you know swans mate for life?” the lady asked as Hange gave her coins for the lockets. “I wish the couple a lifetime of happiness.”

Hange suggested returning to the Orvud District Headquarters to get ready to leave. You felt your happiness deflate at the upcoming dread. Your eyes were glued to the concrete and your shoulders slumped as you and Hange returned. There was something sentimental in the quaint air and the sun shining down on you and Hange. 

As you approached closer to the Headquarters, the crowd fizzled out and Hange handed you the velvet pouch the lady put the locket in. You stopped in your tracks, excited to open the pouch and put on your locket. Hange took out the other pouch. They looked around as you pulled out the glimmering gold swan locket. In beautiful cursive, the word' Forever' was on the back of your locket. Then Hange grabbed your wrist and led you down an alley between buildings. You giggled as Hange enthusiastically pulled you away from the street’s view. 

“Let me put it on you.”

“I can do it.”

“I know you can, but I want to do it for you. Turn around.” Hange took your necklace out of your hand. You turned around, facing the alley's brick wall, and Hange gently brought the necklace in front of you. A pressure began to build behind your nose and your eyes began to water. Hange clasped the necklace around you and you blinked away the tears. Your heart swelled as you turned around and Hange’s eyes trailed from your necklace to your lips to your eyes. Pure souls looking at one another. “N-Now do me.” 

“Okay . . .” Hange turned around and you gently took their necklace from them. The word ‘Always’ was on the back and you unclasped the necklace. Then you held the necklace over Hange’s head and brought it down so it laid on their chest. You clasped the necklace and then tapped Hange’s shoulder. Hange turned around and they brought their fingers up to toy with the locket. There was a sparkle in their warm brown eye. Hange pointed at your locket.

“You . . .” They pointed at their locket, “and me . . . always forever .” Their voice was barely a whisper, yet the only sound you could hear. Hange is the only person you’d want to be with forever. For a lifetime. In every life, if given the opportunity. 

You glanced at the deserted street, which was empty of Orvud citizens. It was like there was only you and Hange Zoe in the world. You glanced at Hange’s warm lips and gently collected the fabric of their white shirt in your hand. You gently pulled Hange toward you and their lips met yours. Your heart raced and you could feel Hange's lips guiding yours. They placed an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to them. Hange didn’t want you anywhere else besides in their arms. 

You pulled away from Hange’s lips and caught your breath. Desire built within you and you longed to be with Hange. To be absolutely theirs and them, yours. Hange couldn’t look away from you. Their pretty lashes framed their eye behind their glasses. You placed a hand on their cheek and then stroked your thumb over their flushed cheeks. 

“I want to tie our souls tonight.”

Chapter Index Masterlist

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Chapter 3: Beauty Basics ~ Getting to Know Yourself

Get your pink fluffy glitter pens and pink lined notebooks out because this chapter is going to be important!

As a makeup artist me and my other artists in the industry can feel disheartened when we do makeup on a client and the client leaves upset because they don’t look exactly like the celebrity or influencer in their reference photo. Even if the makeup comes out perfect, clients still leave upset because their makeup doesn’t look exact to their reference photo and that’s because we as humans are all built beautifully different!

Our facial structure, eye shape and nose shape can effect the way our makeup looks when it comes to trying to recreate a look. This post is to help people understand that their makeup look outcomes and cosmetic procedure outcomes will differ from others but by understanding yourself and your unique features you can achieve similar looks to your internet + television favorites while still completing your natural features.

Face Shape:

The most important thing to note about yourself is the shape of your face. Knowing the shape of your face will help you with concealer, blush, bronzer, contour and highlight placement which will really help with creating the perfect makeup base!

How to determine your face shape: According to Masterclass “If your face is longer than it is wide, you may have an oval face shape. If your face is wider than it is long, you may have a round or heart face shape. If your face is twice as long as it is wide, you may have a rectangle face. If your face is as long as it is wide, you may have a diamond or square face shape.” Measuring your face is another way to determine its shape.

Oval - For longer faces place your blush along your hairline, along your jawline, cheeks and close to your ears. Subtle makeup tends to look best.

Square - Use contouring to soften the edges of the chin and jawline. Blush should be applied to the apples of your cheeks.

Inverted Triangle - Contour the center of your forehead and chin. Be sure to highlight your temple and jawline. Blush should be placed on your cheekbones or apples of your cheeks.

Diamond - Contour with two shades of foundation one lighter shade and one darker shade. Darker/warmer shades should be placed on areas you want to minimize such as the outside of the cheekbones. Blush should be placed on the cheekbones and blended up towards the ears.

Triangle - Your jawline and the under part of your cheeks bones should be contoured. Highlight your temples and add blush under your cheekbones as well.

Round - Contour the along the outer edges of your forehead, under your cheekbones and around your jawline. Blush should be placed on the apples of your cheeks and blended up to your ears.

Rectangle - Your contour should be placed around the sides of your forehead, along your hairline, below your cheekbones starting at your + ending in the middle of your cheeks and under your jawline. Add blush to your outer forehead, on your cheeks, jawline and chin.

Heart - Contour the sides of your forehead, upper cheekbones and along your jawline. Apply blush in a c-shape from the top of your temple to your cheekbones.

Oblong - Contour along the hair line at the top of your forehead and blend downward. Apply blush directly on your cheekbones and blend it backwards.

Eye Shape:

Determining your eye shape will assist you with eyeshadow, eyeliner and even lash extension placement!

Monolid - Extend the shape of your eye by placing eyeshadow on your upper and lower lash line. Keep your eyeliner sharp and thin. Avoid lining above where the bottom of your lid meets your deep crease. Natural cat eye lash extensions work best.

Hooded - Add deeper shades to your outer lid to create an illusion of larger eyes. Use the darkest liner your can find and cover the whole upper lash line. LD, L and L+ lash extensions flatter hooded eyelids the best.

Upturned - Add a darker color to the outer portion of you eyes and a lighter color on your inner portion to emphasize your natural lift. Smoked eyeliner looks best. Dolly style lash extensions compliment upturned eyes the best.

Downturned - Go for a bold cat eye and remember to blend up and out! Balance your downturned eye shape with an upturned winged liner look. Be sure that D curl lashes are placed on the downward area of the eye and C curl lashes are placed on the other side.

Round - Add a deep shade to the center of your eyelid and highlight your inner and outer corner. Go for a smokey eye look and apply liner on your upper lid and bring it about a centimeter outward beyond your outer corner. Kitten or cat eye lash extensions work best.

Almond - Add a deeper shade in your crease to add dimension and blend outward in a v-shape. Slightly extend your eyeliner to the outer corner and use a thin line on your upper eyelid to your inner corner. Open eye, cat eye or a feline flick lash extensions work best.

Nose Shape:

Knowing your nose shape will help you find the best contour and highlight techniques to compliment your entire face.

Flat - Add contour to either side of your nose bridge.

Triangle - Contour the tip of your nose and slightly up your nose bridge then highlight the center.

Crooked - Contour a straight line on both sides of the bridge of your nose and highlight the middle.

Bulbous - Contour on the top, bottom, nose bridge and your nostrils. Apply highlighter on the bridge of your nose.

Narrow - Be sure to contour both sides of the bridge of your nose and widen it. Use a lighter shade to fill in the middle for a widening effect.

Skin Undertones:

Foundations and concealers come in a variety of colors with varying undertones to suit your skin. Here’s an easy way to determine your skin under tone and remember: swatch your foundation on your jawline then blend down into your neck and be sure to switch your foundation + concealer color when the seasons change!

For this we will be looking at the veins in your inner wrist! If your veins are:

Blue or Purple - Your undertone is cool.

Blue/Green - Your undertone is neutral.

Green or Olive - Your undertone is warm.

Need to understand what color correctors work best and what they do? Don’t worry I got your back here!

Green - Redness.

Purple - Neutralizes yellow undertones and works best for dull skin.

Yellow - Helps with age, sun spots and veins.

Peach - Conceals hyperpigmentation, dark circles and discoloration.

Pink - Brightens dark spots, dullness, age and sun spots.

Orange - Conceals dark circles and neutralizes blue hues.

Warm Beige - Covers spots, pockmarks, pimples and scars.

Bronzer - Neutralizes hyperpigmentation, conceals blemishes and adds a healthy glow.

Skin Type:

Your skin type plays an important role when picking a foundation and concealer. As the post says above from skincaregem start by washing your face or taking a shower then wait 2 hours to see how your skin settles.

Oily - Your pores will appear large. Avoid going for a dewy finish and stick to matte finishes.

Dry - Your pores will appear tight and your skin may look dry or dehydrated. Avoid matte finishes and go for a dewy finish.

Combination - You will see a mix of large and small/tight pores. Go for lightweight, medium coverage, oil free and moisturizing foundations.

Normal - You won’t notice much with your pores! You can go with any foundation you feel best suits you. Need some hydration? Go for a moisturizing foundation. Full coverage foundation too much? Try a light weight foundation, tinted moisturizer or CC cream.

Sensitive - Redness will be one of the first signs that you notice with your skin. Be sure to allergy test and research ingredients in your foundation products. Go for foundations that are skincare based and made for sensitive skin. Acne prone babes you’re included in this section too! Go for skincare based foundations as well and do research on ingredients that are known to cause breakouts so you know what to avoid!

{please let me know if you want a post on what hair suits each face shape the best and which eyebrow shape suits each eye shape best! xoxo!!}

[rusty-gloinks]

Advice on drawing murder drone hair and visor displays?

Hair:

Drawing murder drone hair/worker drone hair is a little difficult, so I suggest using a reference! :)

Draw the bangs and front hair part in a downwards direction

Make little worm on a string shapes, big hair shape at the top, and mini strands at the bottom. Curling it is up to you!

Erase the middle parts (if you want for curls! :))

Twisty

Note: all of the hair spirals in one direction, since these are wigs from humans, it resembles the actual hair that humans have start from the hairline at the top and go down as it grows. Which is what I have shown here, notice that the hair spirals down in one direction, never going the opposite way (unless for spikes in the hair.)

now coloring gets a little tricky:

Ofc, you need a base off white color, preferably a very light blue, but your pick!

Make darkened lines a little bit below the top of the hair, separating the dark shaded part from where the light hits.

Blend in the direction the hair goes! (In this example: Spiraling downwards, so blend downwards.)

Erase some of the parts that follow separate hair sections, or just make half circle eraser marks.

Outline most of the hair in the darker shade of the shaded color, for this example it’ll be a dark blue/navy color.

Mix the shaded parts with the light parts, color picking from the shading on the hair also helps outlining hairs in the lighter spots! I also added white curls for fun, but it’s not necessary.

for visors:

Color the face white! Off white again, feel free to color pick from the hair.

The visor makes a very wide rounded W shape, fill that in with a dark blue or black.

Draw eyes however you please! :)

Duplicate the eye layer and set the blending mode to add (glow) or screen. And then blur the eyes where you can see a bit of a blurry outline on the eyes. But not toooooo much.

Set a clipping mask for the black visor part and use the yellow color to draw an oval near the bottom middle part of the visor. Then use the blur brush (textured or soft, your pick :D!) to blur outwards. Set the opacity to whatever you’re comfortable with! I’d say around 20-30% tops.

Go in with a smaller detailed brush and add dots on the middle right side of the visor to show light, you can also add little white ovals on the bottom part of the eyes. Ofc, not necessary!! :)

I think that’s all I have to share! :]

To add: not all of the worker drones’ hair flows down and is curly. For example, N’s hair is sideswept. His hair flows to the right. He also has multiple hairs out of place and facing the other way sometimes. V is the same too!

[rowdyhughesy]

Stage Fright ✰ Luke Hughes

“ You won't forget about me, right? Even though I'm out of your life. You won't forget about me, right? Even if it's over sometime “

- you won’t forget about me right?, neriah

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You loved music.

Your parents used to joke about how you were born with a guitar in your hands and a microphone. The older you got the more you focused on writing your own lyrics and trying to get better, the goal of making it big looming over your head every step of the way.

The one big problem being your stage fright. Every time you’ve tried setting your foot on stage your body went rigid, unable to move and voice stuck in your throat as your eyes take in all the faces staring right at you. Just knowing that all of those pairs of eyes are watching you makes you run away with tears in your eyes.

Luke was always the one pulling you back out as you hid in the bathroom. The voices in your head saying that you’ll never make it. That you can’t make it if you cant even perform in front of others that aren’t your family, Luke or the stuffed animals in your childhood bedroom.

His voice grounding you from the panic attacks, telling you that he believes in you and that is all you would ever need.

But then out of the blue one day in September he broke your heart. You can’t even remember what was said anymore. Your brain shutting of after the words “it’s not working anymore.” Fell from his lips. Luke breaking up with you left you feeling deflated. Heartbroken, alone and it made you crawl back into your shell that he has for the past two years been pulling you out of.

Now you were back at square one.

It took two months before you had used all of the tears to make something. Something being a new song. This time you were determined to step your foot on that stage.

You could feel the cold sweat on your neck and hairline. Hands shaking from the nerves as you watched the rest of your class run around backstage trying to get everything done in time.

Every year the music and art school at Michigan puts on a talent show to raise money for a new charity. Every year your friends have been begging you to stand on the stage with them and every year you’ve backed out last minute. But not this time.

You knew Luke would be in that crowd, Dylan had told you as much when you talked to him a couple of days ago. Both of them probably thinking that you wouldn’t be there and therefor Luke wouldn’t have to face you. Seeing as the last time you were near him he broke things off. The cause of the breakup being fear from Luke’s side. Fear that things wouldn’t work of the day he signed with Jersey and you trying to graduate in a couple of months. Fear is what took your peace from you.

So you handled the heartbreak the only way you knew how. You had been rehearsing it nonstop since you finished writing it. Hands cramping from scribbling words and notes on paper. Lead blending with salt water tears on the pages. Balled up paper thrown about the dorm floor and a smashed coffee mug Luke had given you on your six month anniversary in 2021.

“Y/N, you’re on in two okey? Just take a deep breath. You know the song. This is your song, go on that stage and shine superstar like I know you can.” Your best friend embraces you in a quick hug and encouraging words before shoving the acoustic guitar in your hands. Pushing you toward the lit stage. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath trying to calm your shaking hands you walk to the microphone stand in the middle.

The chatter among the crowd quiets down when they see you. Looking straight forward you notice Dylan, Mackie, Mark, Ethan and lastly Luke sitting in the third row. Luke is looking at you with wide eyes. Shock clear across his features. He blinks a couple of times like he believes he’s in a dream and none of this is real but it is. Tucking your lower lip in between your teeth you run a hand through your hair before fixing the mic stand how you want.

Grabbing your guitar pick from your jean pocket you roll your shoulders trying to get the tension in them out before flashing the crowd a smile. Hoping and praying that they won’t think about how scared you must look, but you know that Luke can see right through the facade your trying to build up. That if anything pisses you off. He lost the privilege to be able to read you like a book months ago.

Clearing your throat you start strumming the cords. Making sure to maintain eye contact with the brunette the whole time. Make him know how much him leaving hurt. How it left you feeling like you lost a part of you.

“It's 4 AM, I can't turn my head off. Wishing these memories would fade. They never do, turns out people lied. They said, "Just snap your fingers" As if it was really that easy for me to get over you. I just need time. Snapping one, two. Where are you? You're still in my heart. Snapping three, four. Don't need you here anymore. Get out of my heart.”

Your voice cracks at the last sentence. Get out of my heart being a silent plea for Luke. A plea for him to give back the pieces of you that’s embedded with him. A wish to be free from all the memories that haunt you on the lonely nights when your best friend can’t be there to hold you just like he used to.

Luke is staring back at you with glazed over eyes, lips pulled in a tight line to stop them from wobbling. He feels like someone pulled the ground from under him and he’s free falling. The regret of leaving eating him up from the inside. Guilt digging it’s claws straight to his heart and he can’t stop the tears from spilling. He was a coward and he knows that. Leaving you when he still held all his love for you in his heart. Scared of you slipping away when you become what he knows you can be one day. That you’ll forget him and that made him be the one to break it off. Finish the relationship before you realise that you don’t need him.

He just didn’t know that you’ll forever need him in your life. You didn’t want to do anything without him beside you, not in this life nor the next one. Wiping your cheeks with the back of your hand you grab the mic, inhaling with a shaky breath as you try to not think about Luke crying.

“'Cause I might snap (oh), I might snap. 'Cause I might snap (oh), I might snap. Get out of my heart (oh). 'Cause I might snap (oh) Get out of my heart, yeah. 'Cause I might snap.” Your voice thinning out at the end. Closing your eyes you don’t notice the people standing up until the sound of clapping reaches your ears.

Eyes snapping open you cry even more seeing the crowd clapping and cheering. They’re cheering for you and it’s all you’ve ever dreamed about. Whistling makes you move your gaze toward your friends. Mark and Ethan hollering your name as Dylan jumps up and down like a mad man flailing his arms around. Sneaking a glance at Luke you bite your lip. He’s standing up, dried tear tracks on his pale cheeks but he is looking at you with a face full of pride. You did the one thing you never believed you could and knowing that he was there to see it makes your heart clench inside your chest.

Saying a quick thank you in the microphone you half run off the stage. Heart thumping you walk over to your backpack sitting beside your guitar case. A ding from your cellphone grabs your attention from the water bottle that’s raised to your mouth. Grabbing it as you drink the beverage your body freezes.

Lukey💋

I want to talk to you

I have so many things I need to tell you

[angelicyouth]

Youth ; Chapter 11

⇢ pairing: kenny mccormick x marsh!reader x craig tucker

⇢ synopsis: ❝Growing up with the boys as the sole girl of the group, it was only natural for them to grow protective over their pseudo-little sister as the years went by.❞

⇢ warning(s): underage drinking ; slight sexual content

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Music reverberates throughout the whole venue, the bass so overwhelmingly strong that I can feel its vibration rattling what feels to be every bone in my body. There’s a large smile on my face as I loudly sing along to the lyrics of the current song playing, my hips moving to the thrum of the beat. Several bodies that are in close proximity to me make the room I’m currently in extremely humid, locks of slightly damp hair falling into my face every time I move my head.

I feel hands gently settle onto my sides before I get hefted onto someone’s shoulders for a better view, my fingers automatically tangling themselves with the slender hands that move to hold onto my thighs for better purchase. I look down and flash Tweek an appreciative smile in thanks, his red cheeks still vividly clear to me despite the darkness that encloses us.

Looking back to the front, I make eye contact with my brother despite the heightened stance the stage grants him. His moving mouth is near a black microphone, his lips quirking up in a little smirk when he sees my exhilarated form having fun and carelessly singing along. Stan preaches melodic notes into the cool metal in front of him as his fingers dance along the board of his electric guitar, confident in its strumming.

“This bottle of Randy’s awakens ancient feelings.”

I tap the forearms keeping me hold as a nonverbal message and get carefully placed onto the floor with the rest of the audience. My arms raise up over my head, my body swaying on time to the beat of the song before Butters grabs onto my lifted hand and urges me to jump in tune to the liveliness of the crowd with him.

Our faces become close to one another as we belt out to each other in playful jest, feeding into the energy of Crimson Dawn’s music. The multicolored lights brightly flash against us and add further simulation to our already overloaded senses in a pleasant way, the visuals provided for my brother's band perfect for their performance.

My eyes flicker towards the artists performing again, this time meeting the sultry gaze of the handsome blonde behind the bass. He has an exhilarated smile overtaking his whole face, small droplets of sweat beginning to bead at his hairline. Half of his blonde locks are tied up, his ring adorned fingers further accentuating the protruding veins running along his hands as they move. The shadows that get casted over him from the fluorescents define his muscles every time his arms flex, every movement highlighted in the blinding lights

Azure eyes lazily scan the crowd before making contact with mine, Kenny teasingly winking at me before sending me a flying kiss. I snicker as I mock myself catching it in the air in an over exaggerated, lovesick way before softly patting it on my heated red cheeks. I can see him endearingly chuckle under his breath before moving his lips near his own microphone to provide background vocals, seamlessly blending in with Stan’s.

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Fatigue from constantly moving around begins to catch up to me and I can feel myself starting to slightly sober up from the heat that all these moving bodies inflict. I send the two dancing blondes next to me a look before they knowingly nod, their large hands reaching for both of mine before we create a human chain to weave our way through the energetic crowd.

After some slightly tipsy stumbling and random strangers drunkenly shouting out compliments towards us, we finally make it to one of the back tables that seats the rest of the boys. In my alcohol-induced daze, I lightheartedly giggle as Craig pulls me onto his lap, gently tucking away sweaty locks of hair away from my beaming face. His face has a cute flush to it from the beer he’s been nursing tonight, a languid yet small smile on his attractive face.

Tolkien deems our arrival worthy of another round of shots, leaving the table for a quick trip to the bar. We’re not of legal age for drinking yet but the owner of the location we’re at has made a special exception for us, turning a blind eye at his current gig’s guests of honor. The table we’ve been given has the most perfect view of the stage, a great place to watch the performance and dance without sweaty bodies to worry about.

“Are you having fun?” Craig’s deep voice sounds from behind my ear, so close that I can feel every wisp of air that hits the shell of my ear whenever he says a word.

I enthusiastically nod at him, tilting my head to present him with a smile in affirmation. He lightly squeezes the arms he has around my waist before planting a quick kiss to my hair. Tolkien returns with his hands full of shots, Kyle assisting him with bringing the large order over.

We all cheer before downing them at the same time, my face wrinkling in disgust as Craig chuckles knowingly. Unlike my brother, I can’t stand the taste of booze so it isn’t long before the teen under me hands me a glass of much needed chaser.

The soda soothes my burning throat as my eyes fondly watch the ravenette take his own shot. Despite the bitter taste, Craig takes it like a pro and maintains his expressionless face, but I still guide the edge of the cold glass to his mouth for him.

When I bring my hand away from his face, I attentively watch as his tongue darts out to run over his slicked lips before making eye contact with him. It’s silent albeit charged between us for a moment, a knowing smile on his face as my eyes playfully darken.

We break eye contact when a body sits besides us, my lips automatically quirking upwards when my gaze lands on Kyle. He offers me a bite of the pizza he’s nibbling on so I don’t get too shit faced tonight and I gratefully accept his offer. His longer fingers gently swipe at the corner of my sauce stained mouth, chuckling at the sight of my tongue trying to lick it off but repeatedly missing.

He lowers his head closer to mine when we finish our shared snack, speaking over the rim of the drink he leisurely takes a sip at. “When are you planning on telling your brother?”

My smile slowly drops, my mood becoming subdued when I register the curly haired teen’s words. I take a moment to reply, my voice hushed in its honesty. “I don’t know. I’m scared.”

He flashes me a reassuring smile, softly continuing. “Yeah, but out of everyone, your brother deserves to know. He cares about you, N/N. And I honestly don’t think he’d care about you being with two other guys at the same time. I think he’d be more upset that they’re his friends, but most importantly… That you didn’t tell him.”

I’m quiet as I listen, fiddling with Craig’s fingers over my lap. “... I know.”

Kyle’s right—he’s always right. I don’t think I can remember a time when he wasn’t. The day he isn’t is the day Hell freezes over and I hope to whoever is up there that I’m not here if that were to ever happen.

His hand finds my chin, lightly angling my face towards his. “He loves you, N/N. I think it’d just hurt him a lot more the longer you keep it from him. Just think about it, okay?”

I nod, and I’m not sure if it's from the liquid courage currently flowing through my veins or the teen in front of me but I’m determined when I speak again. “I’ll tell him. Not today, because I don’t want to ruin his night. But tomorrow, because I want him to know.”

I’m rewarded with a handsome smile, his fingers lightly skimming against my sides. I giggle when he playfully tickles me in an attempt to turn the solemn mood around, my hands coming up to swat at his as I angle myself away from him.

“Good girl. I’m proud of you. Want me to be there when you tell him?” I nod, the boy pressing a kiss on my forehead in validation for my brave decision.

I feel a lot better now that I know that I’ll finally be able to tell one of the most important person in my life, like a weight that I didn’t know was weighing me down has finally been lifted from my chest. I’m grateful for Kyle, for always pushing me outside of my comfort zone for the better. His unwavering support is something I’m lucky to have throughout the years and I send him a small smile in appreciation.

“You okay?” Craig says near my ear, his thumb at my waist rubbing soothing circles as he pulls out of his conversation with Jimmy. I nod and kiss his cheek for constantly checking up on me.

Cartman hands me a fruity cocktail to keep me company and I take a sip to make sure it's not a mocktail (the fat bastard has done that to me before, the asshole) and my lips quirk up when I can taste the distinctive taste of alcohol mixed in it. The guys around me begin to holler when my brother and his bandmates come up to the table after closing their show.

They’re rowdy as they congratulate the sweaty boys for getting this gig, my brother’s eyes are especially sparkling with a shine so bright and pure at the words of praise. I smile fondly as I watch the interaction, knowing how much music has helped him when he was diagnosed with both depression and an alcohol addiction at such an early age. The boys are all musically inclined so they often rotate depending on the songs of the chosen setlist, including me. Stan, however, is always in every lineup.

“N/N! Did you see my solo up there?” Clyde eagerly asks as he sits himself down on the booth next to me, clumsily shoving Kyle out of the way. The red head rolls his eyes while the brunette’s drumsticks clatter among the glasses of alcohol and food on the wooden table.

“I did!” I lightly pinch his cheeks, showering the brunette with compliments on both his performance and his stage presence. He proudly beams up at me as I place a hand on his cheek, using my thumb to tenderly wipe away some of the dampness clinging onto his brown locks.

“Wasn’t I so handsome?” The brunette continues, his mouth curved into a wide smile as he snacks on a plate of garlic fries.

“The most!” I giggle, Clyde’s need for words of affirmation so endearing to see.

“You guys need to catch up!” Cartman shouts over the loud music as he hands everyone a shot glass filled with vodka, urging another round for the new arrivals of the group.

“For Crimson Dawn—cheers!”

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Neon colored lights wash me in an array of hues in the darkness that engulfs the entire room, the cigarette smoke wafting above us makes the air surrounding me even more heavy and disorienting. I lean my back against the firm chest behind me, my eyes closing as arms loop themselves around my shoulders from behind.

My head tilts up before I open my eyes to dark blues already staring down at me, the corner of Craig’s mouth lifting into a lazy smile before our lips brush against each other. My hands shoot up to grasp at the skin of his arms, slowly sliding down before I feel his fingers around mine to intertwine with.

Fingers hook themselves around the belt loops of my jeans, tugging my body closer to the blonde in front of me. Long fingers then relocate to my exposed waist, lightly grazing against the skin on my sides at a sensual pace. The metal of the rings on Kenny’s hands press against me, cool to the touch and eliciting a wave of goosebumps throughout my arms despite the humidity.

He flashes me a cocky smile when my lips slightly part at the sensation before he begins to slowly close the distance between our faces. He’s close enough that I can feel every puff of breath that leaves his mouth as they softly hit mine, the both of us mouthing along to the lyrics of the song currently playing.

When the blonde angles his face forward to slot our lips together, I teasingly giggle at him when I pull my head back at the last second. The fingers on my waist slightly tighten in warning, alighting my body in rapid fire at the promise of a more dominant lover. His hands are firm as he holds me in place, our mouths finally meeting.

The kiss is languid yet heated, my hands blindly reaching out to tug at the hair behind his head. It’s possessive, greedy as his tongue fights with mine in a heated battle. I taunt him by softly biting down on his lower lip, feeling the blonde smile into the kiss in amusement. It tastes like alcohol but most importantly, something that makes it so distinctively Kenny that I happily hum into his mouth.

Craig leans down to push his face into the crook of my neck, gently mouthing along with the music in between small nips at smooth skin. His lips lightly skim over the soft expanse he has access to, so light that it almost feels non existent. Due to this, it's a surprise when his teeth sink down to harshly bite along its path in stark contrast.

His tongue is hot when it darts out, soothing abused spots that have also been victim to the slight suction of his mouth. The temperature of the room and our movements to the music causes him to huff out breaths of air, each puff hitting already wet skin and eliciting a sensation of extreme sensitivity.

A string of saliva connects us when the blonde and I part, his thumb reaching out to wipe at the corner of my slicked lips. He keeps his forehead against mine, our breaths mingling as our lungs desperately take reprieve at our separation.

“Such an erotic face, Princess.” He lowly says, azure eyes languidly scanning over my wrecked form. My lips are slightly parted, wet from his own, and my chest quickly heaves up and down.

I can feel my cheeks heat up into a blush as I shyly smile up at him, the large hands around my waist sliding back until they rest on my ass. The blonde in front of me teasingly squeezes the mounds of flesh he currently has his hands full of, evoking loud laughter out of me.

My body resumes at its previous task of swaying to the music playing as Craig continues his attack on the ladder of my neck. I can feel him smile into the crook of soft skin as he begins to grind into me, the corner of my lips quirking up when I dance against him. His hot tongue lightly trails against me and I bring an arm over to the back of his neck, slowly sliding my fingers up until I can tug on tufts of black hair.

His arms bring me impossibly closer to his body, his warm breath hitting my ear. “Careful, someone might see us if we don’t behave.”

His deep, rich voice makes my knees buckle and I’m thankful that both Craig and Kenny have their hold on me. An attractive voice like that is all I need for the rest of the night because the sound of it is enough to get me drunk out of my mind—hoarse from alcohol yet still smooth like honey.

I just amusedly chuckle in answer at the hypocritical statement, our conjoined bodies hidden by other people on the dance floor. We walked pretty far from the table as a precaution, just in case any of the guys decided to have their hand at dancing. Even though alcohol courses through our bodies, we still knew to be smart with what we were doing.

The three of us move together before a hand shoots out to grab at Kenny’s shoulder. His eyebrows lift up in surprise before turning to see Kyle. The curly haired teen has his brows furrowed at the suggestive position we’re in and I’m certain that he’s judging us as he crosses his arms, the expression on his face unamused. Or not, oops.

“We’re heading out, fuck. You guys are so fucking lucky I was the one to look for you.”

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The boys decide that it's too early to call it quits and to continue our celebration at Tolkien’s house. Glass bottles and red solo cups messily adorn the coffee table of the game room we’re in, a small smattering of white crystals on the corner of the wooden structure from when Cartman spilled the salt during tequila shots. The boys are drunk as they sing along to karaoke, deciding to forgo the pool table or one of the many arcade games that Tolkien has.

I loudly laugh from my position on the couch as Clyde dramatically belts out to a ballad, the boys raucously booing at him and throwing plastic cups or pillows at his singing form. His arm reaches out towards me as he serenades me, my hands lifting up to my face in an effort to wipe the tears rapidly leaking out from my eyes from laughing too hard.

When my brother begins to drunkenly tell every single person that he loves them every few minutes, Kenny takes that as his cue to get some air. He holds a hand out for me and helps heft my body off the sofa before he leads me out into the hallway. Walking past the doorway, I’m greeted with the sight of Craig leaning against the wall as he uses his cellphone.

The bright light from the cellular device allows me to see his attractive face in the dark hallway, his head lifting up to see us. When he pushes himself off from the lazy stance he has against the wall, he follows as Kenny leads us to one of the guest bedrooms.

I throw myself onto the bed as the blonde goes straight into the connected bathroom, and I call out to his disappearing form. “Are you taking a piss or are we smoking?”

“Piss!” I snort, watching his back from the mirror in the bedroom as he stands in front of the toilet.

I feel Craig settle his body next to mine, his arm getting thrown across my waist. I turn my body towards him and my eyes flutter close as he lays a soft kiss onto my forehead.

“How’re you feeling?” He quietly mumbles against my skin, his thumb rubbing soothing circles onto my side.

When I tell him that I feel fine, he speaks up again in the same manner. “Just let me know if you need to throw up, okay? What number are you on?”

“Mmm…” I take a moment to seriously think, my eyes are still closed as I honestly answer. “I think I’m at a three, maybe a four. So not drunk, just feeling really good.”

“Need any water? Or food? I can get you some chips or something to soak up the booze in you.” I feel a fond smile grow on my face, my arm snaking itself around the ravenette’s waist for his caring virtue. Always so tender and sweet, even when inebriated he never fails to constantly have me and my well being on his mind.

“I’m okay, but I promise that I’ll let you know if anything changes. Thank you, I love you.” I tighten my hold on his form before he hums, planting another light kiss to my forehead.

“I love you, too.”

“Even at my worst? Even if I accidentally throw up on you or if I’m an annoying drunk like Stan?” I teasingly ask around the grin still lying on my face.

When I open my eyes at the rush of love I feel for the taller teen, I see that he’s already looking at me with a tender smile on his face.

“Especially at your worst.”

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“Want to smoke, Princess?” Kenny finally exits the bathroom, the lights still on in there and shining a sliver of brightness from the slightly cracked door into the otherwise pitch black guest room.

He settles himself on the neatly arranged pillows aligned at the head of the bed, his fingers playing with the yellow lighter in his hand. I bring my body up on its knees to face the blonde, watching his long fingers repeatedly roll over the metal spark wheel.

“... No. I don’t want to be high when…” I’m mesmerized as I watch his hands, lightly trailing off as I dazedly focus on the attractive teen.

He smirks from his position, a smug smile forming on his face and an eyebrow lifting up. There’s a mischievous spark behind his azure eyes as he lazily watches me in the darkness, a boyish grin forming around his probing question. “... When?”

I feel myself violently blush, catching myself as my hands begin to clench on the material of my pants before whining. Why do they always want me to say the most embarrassing things? I swear they get off on teasing me.

The blonde's face is colored in amusement, putting his lighter away in his pocket. His upper torso leans forward, closer to my embarrassed form as his hand lightly skims itself on the side of my face. “Come on, babe. Use your words.”

Actually… They might, since they’re always asking me to fucking speak up.

We make eye contact as his thumb slowly trails itself to my lips, swiping a light finger on my lower one. He applies slight pressure before I slowly engulf his digit in wet heat, sucking slightly as I keep my eyes on his.

I can see the moment his eyes go from light mirth to a darkness of clear want, his voice husky. “Fuck.”

I flash him a sweet smile, faux innocent curving my mouth. He leans back against the headboard, his face now devoid of any playfulness that was just there a second ago.

“Come here.” He lowly commands, the deep baritone of his voice sending a cacophony of shivers throughout my body.

I just playfully hum to myself, turning my body around to return back to the ravenette watching the exchange in silent amusement. I purposefully disobey orders before I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist, forcibly bringing my back to a firm chest.

My heart stutters in my body at the possessive hold the blonde has on me, his lips lightly hovering over the shell of my ear. I can hear the low chuckle that rumbles out of his chest from acting like a brat, his arms lightly squeezing my waist.

“You act like a bad girl, then you get treated like one.” He simply says before he lightly noses at the crook of my neck before diving to feverishly mouth at my skin.

He caresses my sides before he decides to keep his larger hands on my inner thighs, so close to my heat but not quite there. This causes me to clench my thighs in want, a needy whine breaking out of my throat before a hand shoots out to roughly angle my head towards his.

He tsks before our mouths desperately slide together wetly, breaths loud and labored as they become increasingly hotter and faster as he licks into my mouth. Another pair of hands settle themselves on my knees, the blonde taking that as his cue to bring his hands back to their solace on my waist.

Craig lightly pushes my legs apart before he settles himself in between them, gently massaging my skin as he lightly trails his fingers higher and higher until they get to my thighs. I get overwhelmed by all the sensations I’m currently experiencing as I break out of the blonde’s kiss to watch the ravenette continue his drawn out teasing. Kenny drags his fingers onto the skin of my sides before going further up, lifting the hem of my shirt higher.

I take the hint and lift my back off from the chest I’m leaning against, my fingers shaking in anticipation as I pull my top over my head. It lands carelessly into the darkness of the room and when I lean my body back against Kenny again, our skin makes contact with each other as he and Craig also took the time to rid themselves of their own shirts.

The blonde licks a long stripe up the underside of my neck and begins to lightly suck on the expanse of skin exposed to him. Feeling the wet heat of his mouth engulf me once more makes my voice desperately fight to be let out.

I can’t help the whimpering that threatens to be released so I try to harshly bite down on my lips in an attempt to stop. I hear Kenny chuckle, his fingers around my waist tightening as he noses into my neck when he breathily speaks out.

“Stop fighting it. Let us hear the beautiful sounds I know you can make.”

Craig’s hands make it to the top of my pants, slowly unbuttoning them before dragging them down my legs. His lips trail lightly over the area where the black lace of my underwear meets skin, teasing and slow.

When he begins to press firmer kisses, my hands shoot out to find quick purchase anywhere they can find. One of them finds themselves in a field of raven hair while the other clutches at the back of his shoulder blade.

He takes his time, trailing slowly over the dips and curves of my body. I can feel my fingers painfully imbed themselves on his skin, my nails dragging a trail of deep red as my hands tighten into fists.

I can feel his smirk against my skin when he kisses the goosebumps he leaves behind, my fingers tangled in his hair roughly urging at him to hurry the fuck up. He chuckles and the puffs of air that hit my skin causes heat to pool into my stomach.

His tongue darts out to take small licks, my back beginning to arch at the sensation of his wet heat against my body. I feel like I can get off right then and there at the sight of the boy in front of me, but I have to make a constant effort to keep my eyes open as they begin to flutter at the ravenette’s ministrations.

My mind is hazy as my hips begin to buck up, Craig’s large hand pushing at my hips to keep my body down. Labored breathing fills the room, sounding so loud in the quietness of the night.

”Patience.” The tall teen in front of me commands, dark azure making eye contact with me in warning.

I bite my lips as he holds our gazes for a minute, finally breaking it to wetly mouth his lips over my underwear. With his head in between my thighs, I resist the urge to clench them together at the feeling of his mouth finally against my heat. I softly moan at the sensation before it quickly transitions into a high pitched whimper, his tongue slowly dragging itself over the thin barrier separating me from him.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” He soothes my impatience by rubbing gentle circles onto the valley where my legs meet lace.

My body is aching for release despite the boys not having done anything yet, the slight suction of his mouth threatening to push me over the edge. Long digits glide over my thighs, hooking themselves into the edge of my panties. He slightly tugs, mocking me as I whine. Kenny holds onto my hands to keep them restrained, Craig’s other hand keeping my hips from bucking even further.

“Holy shit!” Various voices sound out from the door that gets slammed open and I instinctively yell at the sudden invasion of privacy in surprise.

The room gets flooded with light from the hallway, my arms automatically crossing themselves over my torso. Craig throws his body over mine to cover it from the boy’s unsuspecting eyes, Kenny quickly grabbing his shirt and throwing it over my exposed form.

There’s a cacophony of sounds, disbelief and surprise heavily coating everyone’s words.

“No fucking way, dude.”

”Ack! This is bad, this is really bad!”

“Oh no…” It seems that after everyone got over the initial surprise of the rather indecent sight in front of them, all eyes begin to nervously watch the shaking body of my brother.

Loud laughter sounds harsh at the current situation, the voice amused at the turn of events and the dramatic reveal. “You guys are so gonna get it.” I look to the source to see Cartman rapidly snacking on a bowl of chips as if it were movie theater popcorn.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Stan is flushed red in seething anger, his feet thundering forward before his arm reaches out to harshly grab at Craig’s shoulder to land a hard punch at his face.

I scream in shock, Kyle rushing out to hold his furious form back as Butters quickly stumbles after him to provide some much needed additional support. I’ve never seen my brother this angry before as he viciously struggles to get himself free from the arms keeping him back.

“THAT’S MY FUCKING SISTER! ARE YOU FUCKING SHITTING ME RIGHT NOW?! I’VE TOLD ALL OF YOU PIECES OF SHITS FROM DAY FUCKING ONE THAT SHE’S OFF LIMITS, YOU FUCKING BASTARDS!” He harshly thrashes against the others, vehemently spewing out words as if they were acid in quick succession. When he stops to savagely heave in breaths of oxygen, the air in the room is so dangerously still and thick with a tension so heavy.

“Stan-“ I try to do damage control, my voice cracking at the pure, unadulterated hostility being displayed in front of me.

“You stay the FUCK out of this, N/N.” He growls out, immediately silencing whatever words were about to come out of my mouth.

Cartman doesn’t find even a drop of amusement in the situation anymore, wincing as he realizes the gravity of what was happening. The larger teen starts to feel as nervous as everyone in the room as they watch the elder Marsh’s blind rage.

“You guys are my fucking friends. I can’t believe you’d fucking do this to me. I trust you, all of you. You can get any girl or guy you want in this shitty ass town and you do this to me? Are you fucking kidding me..?” He loudly laughs into the tense room but it’s devoid of any happiness—it’s bitter with the betrayal he feels. Everyone flinches at the sharp sound, seeming to curl in on themselves as to not draw further attention from the fuming teen.

“My baby sister..? Really? Fuck. The one thing I ask and you guys fucking ignore it.” His head drops low in defeat, as if all the fight has abruptly left his body. He tiredly rakes a hand through his bleached hair before letting it fall limp at his side.

It’s quiet for a moment, the silence so deafening that the fear to break it is high. Everyone carefully watches the elder Marsh in caution, like he’s a ticking time bomb ready to go off at any moment now. Kenny tightens his arms around my waist and I worriedly glance at Craig, his hand nursing his tender jaw.

His voice is low when he continues, his fists clenched at his sides and shaking in unbridled rage. “She’s fucking drunk, you assholes…”

The three of us shoot our heads up in panic, our eyes wide at the assumption that Kenny and Craig would take advantage of my vulnerable form when I’m intoxicated. I finally snap out of this paralyzing fear and break free of the hold the blonde has on me as I grab onto the material of the jacket at my brother's sides.

“No! Stan… I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I was planning to, I swear! I’ve just been so fucking scared…” My form begins to shake as I desperately will my brother to listen to me, his head lifting up at my begging to meet my eyes. His eyebrows furrow at my words and I force myself to just spit it the fuck out already.

A wobbly smile forces its way onto my face as I try to soothe the hurt teen, a thin film of tears forming over my eyes and threatening to break free at any moment. It absolutely pains me to see my brother like this, and to know that I was the cause of it makes it feel all the worst.

We’ve always been there for each other, even before we were fucking born. There was no such thing as secrets between us and here I am, hiding a big part of my life from my own fucking twin. The one who protects me like his life depends on it, the one who’d go through hell all by himself if it meant a smile on my face.

My other half, I remind myself in shame.

My confession comes out in a whisper, my voice cracking from the absolute fear and nervousness coiling itself in the depths of my stomach. Not from the admission of my next words, but at the betrayal my own brother is feeling right now, because of me.

“I love them, Stan. And they love me, too.”

My eyes flicker between his when he just stares at me, his lips slightly parted and his face blank. He’s devoid of any emotion, his eyes dark and hollow and I feel terrified. My chest starts to rapidly heave up and down as I struggle to take a fucking breath, the influx of high emotions I’m experiencing right now making me feel nauseous. I desperately seek Kyle’s eyes in panic and when my brother follows my line of sight to the curly haired teen, he seemingly comes back to life again.

“Kyle, you fucking knew?” He grits out through clenched teeth, his jaw tense as he stares at his best friend.

When he furrows his brows and clenches his eyes shut, Stan scoffs before any words can come out. He shakes his head as he rips his arms from the others, walking out of the bedroom.

A sob rips out of my throat seeing his vacating body, my whole world feels like it’s ending as my other half leaves me behind. My arm extends out in front of my shaking form, as if I can catch him and stop him from abandoning me. I wobbly take a few steps forward as I try to follow after him, but I don’t make it too far before my vision becomes too blurred from tears.

Not me, Stan. Please.

Please, I promise I won’t do it again!

I’ll be the best little sister ever if you don’t leave me, okay?

Please…?

… I’m sorry.

Someone tries to shush me, several arms coming around me in an attempt to console me. It’s then that I realize that I’ve been recklessly babbling through the tears running down my face, desperation making my throat feel raw.

“Stan!“

song: [say it ain't so - weezer]

a/n: the song crimson dawn plays is about alcoholism and i slightly altered a small part of the lyrics to reflect stan and his dad's alcohol abuse. i absolutely love this song so if you have the chance, i encourage you to listen to it :)

[piastorys]

Sunset Boulevard

Blurb

pairing; Oscar Piastri x Reader

plot; You and Oscar had been together since he joined you at school in England. You grew up pining over eachother. You're currently visiting his family in Australia, not for the first time, and are enjoying a peaceful wander back to his family home.

Inspo Pics:

🤍 | Context

The winter break has been pretty awesome so far. You've been reveling in the bright Australian sunshine and soaking up beach trips. Plus, you have to admit Oscar's family are amazing. Every time you've visited they've done nothing but make you feel comfortable and welcome. His sisters have such beautiful personalities; it feels as if you've known them your entire life and his parents are incredible and have offered to accommodate you in any way, just to make you feel more at home.

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"You okay?" a voice would ask softly. You'd quickly snap out of your daydreaming and turn your head towards the sound. You'd smile at the sight of Oscar. Hair messy, dressed in beige shorts and a white, cotton top. His hand was interlinked in yours, brushing his thumb over the knuckle of your forefinger as you walked.

"Yeah, just feeling a bit drowsy." you'd hum in response. You'd turn your head back to the sight you'd just been fixated on. It was peaceful and picturesque.

You'd let your eyes follow the sandy path up into the setting sky. The blend of blue and a dusted pink looked truly magical. You'd then look to the pool of water by the path. It's waves would crash up at the cobble road, resulting in water flicking onto the side of your calf. It felt refreshing.

You could feel Oscar's eyes on you as the two of you walked. It was comforting being watched by him, in a way. He was one of the only people in the world you trusted entirely.

As the two of you finally passed the bay of water and it's waves stopped crashing against your feet, you'd feel the sensation replaced by a tapping from tall grass. You'd look back up to see Oscar's House. You'd tilt your head slightly as you both approached the door. You'd slip your sandles, coated in sand, off on the porch before heading upstairs; his hand still in yours.

-

By the time you had checked the clock, it was late. 11:13pm.

You'd feel your eyes grow heavy as you'd change from your denim shorts and linen top into a pair of cotton pyjamas. You'd turn to see Oscar already under the covers, putting his phone on charge.

You'd smile and slide in beside him; cuddling up to his side and resting your head on his, now, bare chest.

His hand would join you, one resting on the small of your back and one in your hair. You'd feel a peck against your hairline before drifting off.

Authors note - Hii!! Sorry it's so incredibly short. I am working on a series at the moment, in which I hope I will have completed the first episode by next weekend.

This took longer than I was hoping, which is always pretty rough, but oh well. I haven't properly proofread it so lmk if there're any grammatical or spelling errors 🤍

[liiacfleur]

An excerpt from the Loch Nora arc as a treat since people seemed excited! Just a reminder that this scene is just over a year in the future from where we are after chapter seven, so the dynamic is much different than currently.

Massive spoilers under the cut. I used a portion of the scene that doesn’t spoil insanely important plot points, but it still contains huge spoilers in regards to Steve and Kas’ relationship and dynamic. Readers be warned.

Content warning: blood, smut, and — I suppose technically unwilling — voyeurism. Oh and some good ol cross dressing too. Steve looks pretty in a dress what can I say.

Preface: they’re out on a balcony after stepping away during one of many parties they will attend at the dukes manor during the arc. This takes place after a confrontation that I don’t want to spoil that happens between Kas and Tommy.

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With deft fingers, Kas’ touch wandered up the prince’s spine and below his veil, teasing along his neck, then to the side of his throat. Right over the mark of their blood oath, hidden below the fabric covering the delicate skin. Often Kas warred with whether he preferred it as their secret or if he wanted the world to see it. To see his claim, made from teeth and blood. Many times, Kas wished he could show others his own, scarred lovingly over his own jugular.

Entranced not for the first time, Kas brushed his fingers over Steve’s hidden scar once more. Then higher, where the fabric gave way to the sliver of skin between its hem and Steve’s jaw.

“Kas,” Steve gasped. The prince shivering as his fingers grazed the scars left behind from a battle in his youth. “What if someone sees us?”

Maybe they should, Kas thought with a note of bitterness. He’d never experienced jealousy whenever Steve visited brothels, but — when it came to that arrogant duke — he was green with envy. To think he’d dare to encroach on the man holding Kas very soul. He ought to be reminded of who Steve chose.

“No one will see us if you’re quiet,” Kas teased, his voice already thick with arousal. It blended oddly with the rage still simmering in his chest from their unpleasant encounter with that sniveling duke, but it also fueled him further. It made him want to hear the wanton moans he could draw forth from the prince's lips, knowing no other man could. “You can keep quiet, can’t you, my loving wife?”

At that, Steve looked over his shoulder to glare at Kas. He was sure that, behind the veil, Steve’s cheeks were flushed and his ears red. It would no doubt stand in contrast to the embarrassed frustration with which he spoke. “Quit it with the marriage jokes—”

“I think not.”

“—besides, you know the answer to that question, you bastard.”

Kas hummed, pleased as a barn cat that got the cream. He already knew well enough that Steve would make noise, none of which would be heard over the band playing inside the grand hall. But to eavesdroppers who dared to sully the prince with their stare…

Steve inhaled sharply when Kas’ fingers trailed to the buttons of the high collared dress. His touch brushed along the nape of the prince’s neck, teasing the skin between his hairline and the fabric. It was quickly replaced by his cold breath as he joined Steve under the veil, leaving a cool kiss behind the prince's ear which was hot to the touch. Then he undid the first button, then the second, all the way down to where the buttons gave way to the string of the corset, exposing the sun kissed skin of his neck and spine. With a smirk, Kas ducked down to nip and suck a mark on the back of his neck.

Immediately a gloved hand came up to Steve’s mouth as the prince tried to muffle the small noise that escaped him. “This isn’t what you asked — Kas.”

With a smirk, Kas pressed a quick kiss to the bruise. “You’re hard to resist. Should I leave a new scar?”

“I have enough scars on my neck. Looks like you’ve run out of room,” Steve replied, his own tone tilting towards teasing.

With a small huff of laughter, Kas spun Steve around, and, sure enough, the prince was smirking at him when their noses brushed. “Your thighs are quite unmarred.”

Steve chuckled as his cheeks flushed further. “You’re quite territorial when you’re jealous.”

“Was it that obvious?”

“What a redundant question.”

Kas rolled his eyes, even if Steve couldn’t see it. However, the prince clearly understood him well enough. Steve rolled his own eyes in reply before kissing the corner of Kas mouth, a hair's breadth closer to a proper kiss than the last time.

“You better bite me quick,” Steve said as he pulled away. “Someone will come looking for us soon.”

Another way to say that, if Kas let Robin find them in that position again, he would probably kill him.

Without the need for more prompting, Kas ducked down and sunk his teeth into Steve’s throat. Immediately he felt the prince grow lax against him as a moan spilled past his lips, already clinging to Kas and morphing against his body. It was more than a pleasant surprise to feel that the prince had already grown hard as well, and Kas hummed contently when he pressed them flush together.

“Kas,” Steve panted, grasping at his shoulders in desperation. “Kas — ah — slow down.”

With a heady groan, Kas pulled away to press a bloody kiss against the prince's jaw. Steve gasped when his tongue darted out to clean away the crimson a second later. “You were the one who told me to be quick—”

Suddenly, Steve was gripping his hair and pulling Kas away from his throat to stare at him — his eyes burning with lust. “Did I tell you to stop?”

“My apologies,” Kas whispered. When Steve’s gaze glinted with approval, Kas grinned before, with the speed of an arrow, his teeth sunk into the prince’s throat once more, flooding his mouth with the most exquisite of wines. He was immediately drunk from the sweet blood coating his tongue.

Steve swore under his breath, the words stretching into a low groan when Kas pressed his hand against the prince’s spine and dragged him closer, so close he could feel their erections brushing against one another between the layers of fabric and tulle. And, when he slid his leg between Steve’s thighs, he was rewarded with the feeling of the prince grinding against him, seeking release and babbling nonsense. Steve’s grip tightened in his hair, bordering the fine line between pleasure and pain, and Kas moaned softly against his throat.

Gently pulling his teeth from Steve’s flesh, Kas licked the blood spilling from the wound left behind. Steve whimpered, melting in his arms as Kas trailed his tongue along his jugular before he nipped at his jaw.

“More, Kas, I need more,” Steve begged breathlessly.

“I don’t want you to be lightheaded when we go back,” Kas protested.

With a low growl, Steve’s grip tightened again, pulling at Kas’ hair and making him gasp with a mixture of pain and heady lust. “More,” Steve ordered.

Before Kas could voice that Robin would likely drown him in the sea if Steve passed out from blood loss, he heard something. It was minuscule, barely a scuff, but enough for him to notice. So, with a wicked smirk, Kas bit Steve hard.

“Gods!” Steve cried out.

Another shuffle, this one with more urgency, but still hesitant. Then a single step forward. However, any further steps were halted a moment later.

The prince gasped as Kas’ hands migrated downward from the dip of his spine to hoist one of Steve’s legs around his waist, effectively hiking up the skirt of the dark dress. It pressed the prince’s cock against his thigh, only separated by thin breechers damp with his prerelease, and Steve let out a moan as sweet and rich as honey.

“Kas — Kas — I’m close,” Steve gasped.

Kas hummed, grinding Steve against him until the prince was spewing curses and moans like a blasphemous prayer. And, for a brief moment, Kas allowed the cold, dark mist concealing his face to dissipate. It blew away in the warm sea breeze, mingling past the veil concealing them from prying eyes. Then Kas glanced at the dark shadows of the balcony, where the outline of a man stood, watching them in disbelief.

The moment the Hagan’s eyes locked with Kas’, glowing like twin rubies past the veil, the duke paled, his skin ashen and grey.

Mine.

There was no need for words for the statement to be understood. The duke quickly turned and ran from the balcony just as Steve shouted Kas name as he came, leaving the devil stained with the prince’s blood and seed. A mark of his own that the duke would surely not soon forget.

[drpauls]

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[hairextensoins]

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Non-surgical hair patch service near me, as a hairpiece or a hair system, is a cosmetic solution for hair loss that involves attaching a hairpiece to the scalp or hairline. The hairpiece is typically made of natural or synthetic hair and is designed to blend in with the wearer's existing hair. The hairpiece is attached to the scalp or hairline using various methods, including clips, adhesives, or tape.

hair patch service near me is a popular option for individuals who do not want to undergo hair transplant surgery or are not good candidates for the procedure. It can provide a natural-looking solution for hair loss and can be customised to meet the individual's needs and preferences. However, it requires ongoing maintenance and replacement over time, as the hairpiece will need to be cleaned, styled, and replaced periodically to maintain its appearance.

Non-surgical hair patch service near me, is a non-invasive method of restoring hair for people experiencing hair loss. It involves attaching a customized hairpiece or wig to the scalp using adhesives, clips, or other methods.

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[voxmortuus]

Hi I am so happy to see you again on my dash and what more with the new of your request being open no less ;)

I waited one moths for this I can't wait to request it now, Would you be wilingly to writer a clark kent/superman, henry cavill of course ;), on the first time of her s/o where she looks unsure of being good enough for him sicne she has no experiecne while he maybe have a little more knwoledge about it tahn her? I hope you like it otherwise as ever tell me and I will change it Have a super ncie day :)

PAIRING: Clark Kent x Virgin!Fem!Reader

UNIVERSE: Superman

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SUMMARY/PROMPT: See Above <3

TRIGGER WARNING(S): MINORS DNI!!!!!!!! Self-Doubt | Fluff | Virgin Reader | Over clothes groping and foreplay | Some making out | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this…

NOTE: Sorry if this isn’t what you expected, I’m hoping this finds you well love!

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Always understanding and never one to push you. Clark was patient with you, though he often suspected if he was doing something wrong. Leave it to Clark to question if he's putting too much pressure on you. You never told him your secret. So his doubt was, in theory, your fault, but it wasn't for lack of trust; it was insecurity, an embarrassment. Maybe you felt ashamed of telling him, let alone anyone other than your doctor, and even then, you were ashamed of it.

It was something you were proud of, wanting to wait, wanting to wait for the right time, the right person, and the right moment. It had to be perfect. This was the one thing in your life you had control over. The one thing that allowed you to be different from most of the others. The one thing you held dear to yourself.

As you and Clark sit in your living room, you run your fingers over the textured cotton-poly blend fabric of your couch cushion and let out a soft breath. His baby blues look over your face, and he tilts his head, seeing how worried you are.

"Am I doing something wrong?" He asks. His heartbeat picks up a bit, expecting the worst.

"No, gods no, it's not you." You shake your head, looking over his face biting at your lip.

"Then what is it? You get like this more frequently when... you know..." He lets out a breath.

"No, I know, but I promise it's not you." You stand up and start pacing.

He looks over you as you begin to pace, and he grabs your hand and pulls you close as he continues to sit on the couch. "Then what is it? You can talk to me."

"I know. I know, I'm sorry. It's just..." you begin to fidget, and you look down at Clark, and you touch the side of his face. "I've never... ya know. Done it."

"Done wha- Oh... Oh I see, you're a virgin?" He looks over your face. "Sweetheart, that is nothing to be shy of. How about we take this a step at a time?" He ran his hand up your leg, feeling the warmth of your legs through the cotton nylon of your fox-printed leggings.

You slowly nod your head as you bite your lip. Feeling his hand slide up your leg, getting closer to your womanhood- you shudder. The butterflies in your stomach rumble, causing you to tighten your core, your muscles down there begin to contract, and you bite your lip. You let out a soft giggle as you grip at his shirt.

He looks over your face as he pulls you to his lap after his thumb runs against your sensitive bud. Biting your lip, you lean in and kiss him deeply, your fingers playing with his hairline. You hear him letting out a heavy groan. The sound of him groaning sent this pulse through you. His hands move over your clothed body.

After a tantalizing hour, but a well-spent hour, he looks over your face and smiles. "I'm not going to press I want this on your time. I can't wait until your ready." He chuckled and pulled you into a deeper kiss, his hand still on your lace-covered breast.

"Well, maybe date night tomorrow?" You smile.

"Date night tomorrow." He stands up and walks to your front door, "I look forward to it. I'll be here at 6pm. I'll make dinner reservations." He leans in and kisses you again.

Kissing him back, you nod and smile wide. You and Clark exchange a few more kisses before he heads out. You lock your door and squeal, running to your room and throwing yourself on your bed before your eyes open wide and you start going through your outfits, needing to find the perfect one for tomorrow.

[fandom-hoarder]

Imagine how many times Dean and Sam almost got caught by Bobby or John. Almost caught when they were sparring. Sneaking in touches and kisses when they thought no one was looking. Like to think that Bobby knew and had a mentality of "not in the junk yard and not in the house while I'm here" like to think that John is completely clueless to it all and Bobby doesn't say a word because he's seen how Sam gets when Dean and he are separated.

Omfg, nonnie, yesss! I love when Bobby knows and keeps it to himself lol. Bobby mostly just wants to do his job and mind his damn business. And those boys can be insufferable when they're not attached at the hip. Besides it's not like they're hurting anybody. 👀👀👀 But John doesn't notice anything weird cuz he's too close to it. They grew up this way and intertwined so naturally he doesn't see!!

Like think about Sam and Dean sparring turns into a wrestle for dominance and Dean goes for the titty twister, but he's sneaking pleasure with the pain. Sam's red-faced and sweaty, breathing hard and pretending to struggle when Dean gets him on his back again--

And John's suddenly heart-droppingly close. "Alright, Dean, give Sammy a break. Kid looks like he's dying."

Luckily dad doesn't stick around to watch them pull apart with tented pants. Just trusts they'll follow his order.

_

Or they're outside at dusk smoking at Bobby's--well, Dean's smoking. Sam's taking shotguns from his mouth that are more tongue than smoke--the way he likes it. And suddenly Bobby's voice comes from a nearby window, "Sam, you better not be smoking out there with Dean. I know your daddy wouldn't like it." And the boys freeze and stare at each other like, 'Did he see? Nah, couldn't have, or he'd be blowing up.'

But Bobby is all long suffering on the other side of the screen thinking, 'Right by the window? Be more subtle, ya idjits. It ain't that dark yet.'

_

Sam's doing the dishes at Bobby's and Dean crowds against his back to reach for something, breathing on Sam's ear before he leans up, body pressing in tantalizing places, a hand on Sam's waist to steady himself. Hears floorboards squeak behind him and pulls away casually. Flicks Sam's ear and tickles his side hard for show, making Sam squawk. Turns around to see Bobby rolling his eyes.

"Leave your brother to those dishes and come talk some sense into your daddy about this hunt."

Sam flinches before sighing in relief. Dean's going to get them caught.

_

Dean and John have just gotten back from a long hunt and it's all Sam can do not to cling to him like a limpet--Bobby can tell. Dean has a set of butterfly bandages from his eyebrow to his hairline, the eye already purpling, a cut on the bridge of his nose. And Sam's almost forgotten the two other men in the room when he starts grabbing at Dean to check for more injury, pulling Dean towards the bathroom by his shirt.

John gets this irritated look on his face, like he's going to grouse about Sam not trusting his first aid skills, but Bobby claps a hand on his shoulder, "Let's go out for a drink. I'm outta whiskey and you look like you can use it."

Gives the boys a call a couple hours later. Ostensibly to get their dinner orders but really to give them a heads up he and John are coming back. They take awhile to answer, and Bobby notes the breathy disappointment in Sam's voice over the line. He looks at the near-empty bar and grill and tells Sam they'll probably be waiting awhile for the order--busy night. He's glad John is too drunk to notice they take another hour to actually order the food.

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It's a hot, summer day and John barely even notices the fact his boys are traipsing around the small apartment in their underwear when he gets home from his temp construction job. The extra marks on their skin blend in with those left over from their recent hunt. And if it smells extra musky in here? Well that's what you get in a non-air conditioned building in the middle of July in Georgia.

_

Dean tries to teach Sam some car maintenance, and Bobby makes sure to make a lot of noise before he walks into his garage to find them both covered in greasy fingerprints. He rolls his eyes so hard they could pop out of his head.

"Enough horsin' around in here. You're gonna make a mess."

And they blush under the oil streaks, Dean grabbing a shop towel to clean them both up, thinking Bobby doesn't know how right he is.

But, oh. He does. He does. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[jenna-jayde-the-renagade]

You may remember me from such films as "You Will Never Be A Woman", "Your Skin Is Thicker and Rougher Than That Of Woman", "Your Pores And Connective Tissue Are Arranged Differently From Those Of A Woman", "Your Bone Structure, Including Jaw, Brow Ridge, And Hips, Is Obviously Male", "You Have A Man's Hairline", "Your Ring Finger Is Longer Than Your Index Finger", "Your Navel Is Above Your Waist", "Your Body Stores Fat Differently Than A Woman's Does", "Your Saliva, Sweat and Urine Contain Male Pheromones", "You Are Biologically Incapable Of Menstruation and Pregnancy", "Every Somatic Cell In Your Body Contains The Y Chromosome", "Children Are Confused When They See You", and who can forget: "Your Parents Will Use Your Real Name When They Bury You".

I gotta agree with you on almost all of that, my real name is actually unisex, i didnt change it. Graves also dont say male or female on them, and with my friends and family being loving and accepting im not worried about it. That is if im even lucky enough to get a grave with a headstone, those are expensive and well, I'm a millennial and I don't wanna leave my family with a shitload of debt. When i die ill probably be cremated and sit in an urn on a shelf for a few decades, or ill be spread about in some place i loved during life. Its funny, i actually dont want to be cremated even though its the cheapest option in my country. If i had complete control over my burial all id do is make a deal with a farmer, and ask to be buried "raw", wrapped in an all natural hemp or unbleached cotton sheet, and have a tree planted over top of me, that way i can fertilize it, and have a bench placed nearby, and a dirt footpath leading to me so that my family and friends can come see me for a "visit" after im gone. Thats what id like, and to be honest I'm more worried about being embalmed and buried with a body full of embalming fluids and preservatives thatll pollute the nearby enviroment in a casket thatll do the same, fuck that shit!!

But yeah no, like I said I agree with you on most of that. I don't deny the truth and live in a fantasy land of denial and such. However the second last one is untrue, adults have a harder time with it than their children do, and thats if they even give a shit, because most of society doesnt. In 3 years ive never once met somebody with genuine hatred for me in real life. You people seem to only exist on the internet, and you people are a very very small minority. Like i said, nobody in the real world cares, they're all too busy living our own lives and understand that people like me exist, and it isnt worth the time out of their day to bully me and put me down. But back to the one thing I dispute about what you said, the children! Now children aren't confused when they see me, because they see a female. Why? Well, after 3 years of hormones and some laser hair removal i dont look like a man, I don't look like "something" in-between. They see a woman, albeit taller than average, I'm well past the point where parents have to explain anything, I blend in in public places. People don't know unless they've known me for a while or i tell them. So yeah no, there's no confusion when children see me. Hell my mom and I went out tonight looking at stereo equipment at a few different stores and it was "may I help you ma'am?" and such.

So uhh yeah, I think you may be the one who's confused...

On a side note:

Before I came out I was very transphobic and hyper masculine because I figured nobody would expect me to be trans or gay or anything else if I showed hate and acted hyper masculine.

So that brings up the question, are you trying to bully me to distance yourself from who you truly are? Are you confused and/or hiding something deep down that you know to be true? Coming out isn't as traumatic and hard as some folks make it out to be. It is what you make of it, I was scared shitless until I did it, and i didn't lose any friends, get disowned by my family or go through any bullying in real life. Everything I feared never happened. In fact it was the opposite, I found my social circle and my family to be encouraging and happy for me. I was extremely depressed with my gender identity, my body, and in general, I was just so depressed. So when I took the plunge and finally did it, after 7 years of debating and planning, i truly came out of my shell and into my own. I was happy, free, and my mental health stabilized and got better! I had hope that things would change, that I wouldn't be stuck, trapped in a body that disgusted me for the rest of my life. It was slow, like I said it's been 3 years and 2 months since I started hormones and such. But in year two I started seeing the person I always wanted to see looking back at me in the mirror. Around the same time society started seeing me as a female too. It was a slow transformation, but I had hope that I would get to where I'm at now, and well here I am lol!

So yeah, next time you go around trying to shit on somebody for living their best life and doing something positive for themselves. Look inside yourself, and ask yourself why you feel the need to bully somebody for who they are? You might realize something, that it comes from jealousy, a feeling of failure or self hatred. This "ask" says alot about you and your own insecurities. So yeah, when the time comes and you've figured out why you feel the need to bully people, just know that I don't need an apology or anything. I'm not offended, instead I feel bad for you, and I hope you can find peace within yourself one day before its too late...

Sorry about the novel sized answer, I just felt it was necessary.