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zingsmith · 1 year

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Sweatproof Makeup 101: Tips and Tricks for All-Day Wear

Do you also want to reapply your makeup throughout the day constantly? And struggle with sweat ruining your perfectly applied foundation and mascara? Fear not, as we have sweatproof makeup to save your day! Whether you're hitting the gym or dealing with scorching summer heat, sweatproof makeup can ensure your look stays flawless all day. Amidst the humidity madness, you can smash makeup goals with Lotus Makeup products. In this blog post, we will cover tips and tricks for achieving sweatproof makeup that will last longer than expected. Read on.

Start with a clean slate

The key to longlasting makeup is starting with a clean and moisturized face. Remove dirt, oil, or leftover makeup before applying your sweatproof products. This will help your makeup adhere better to your skin and prevent it from sliding off throughout the day. Additionally, moisturize your skin before applying any makeup to keep your skin hydrated and avoid any dry patches.

Use a Sweatproof Primer

The key to sweatproof makeup always lies in applying a primer. Look for a primer that is specifically designed to combat humidity and sweat. And Ecostay Insta Smooth Mattifying Perfecting Primer helps to ace the base by blurring out your open pores with a no-clog formula. This silicone-based primer helps to create a barrier between your skin and makeup, helping it stay a place for long hours. Apply a primer all over your face and focus on areas that gets oily or sweaty, like T-zone. If you're looking for a holy-grail primer, Lotus Makeup Ecostay Insta Smooth Mattifying Perfecting Primer has your back!

Consider Base Makeup

When it comes to sweatproof makeup, long-wear products are your best friend. Look for products specifically designed to withstand sweat and humidity, such as a lightweight long-wear foundation that doesn't feel heavy on your skin. Enter our Lotus Makeup Proedit Silk Touch Foundation that gives your base a longlasting matte, light, and non-cakey finish. It is one the best foundation for the Indian skin type; choose the shade according to your skin tone. Oh, it's sweatproof and budge-proof too!

Set Your Base

If you want to stop your makeup from sweating, be sure that you carry your pressed face powder. Instead of caking up with heavy compact powder, use Ecostay Ideal Finish Pressed Powder, as it feels ultra-light on your face and prevents the T-zone from getting oily. Yes, it gives a flawless and all-day wear finish to makeup.

Opt For Waterproof Eye Makeup

We know how embarrassing eyeliner and mascara smudges are in this summer season. And to stay safe from makeup bummers in these sweaty months, switch to waterproof and pigmented kajal, eyeliner, and mascara. The smudge-proof kajal, such as Ecostay Longlasting Kajal, has a transfer-resistant and waterproof formula that gives a one-stroke application to your eyes.

Invest In Longwear Lipsticks

Regarding sweatproof makeup, transfer-proof lipsticks should be your first call. And have you been looking for no-smudge lipsticks lately? Trust no other brand–Lotus Makeup Lipsticks are besties for life. The OG Proedit HD Liquid Matte Lip Colour is your ride-or-die to invest in. It is heaven-sent lipstick that gives matte perfection and longlasting formula and comes in various colours. It has an unbelievably gorgeous matte formula that lasts longer than expected.

Set Your Makeup

Setting your makeup is crucial if you want it to last all day. Use a setting spray to help lock in your sweatproof products. A makeup fixer–Finish-Up Dewy Makeup Fixer And Mist provides an extra layer of protection against sweat and humidity. At the same time, a setting powder will help absorb any excess oil or sweat. Apply the setting spray or powder all over your face after you've finished your makeup. In conclusion, achieving sweatproof makeup doesn't have to be a daunting task. By starting with a clean and moisturized face, using a sweatproof primer, opting for long-wear products, setting your makeup, and keeping blotting papers on hand, you can ensure your makeup stays flawless all day long, no matter how much you sweat. So go ahead and hit the gym or enjoy the outdoors without worrying about your makeup smudging or sliding off because Lotus Makeup is your bet.

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vijayenterprisesfoodgrades · 1 year

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belal51989 · 2 years

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Hi guys, today I am going to share with you a simple recipe to make Bengali's favorite chitai pitha. By watching this tutorial you can easily make delicious chitai pitha with rice powder. Today I will share with you what other ingredients apart from rice powder make chitai pitha crispy and delicious. So no more delay, let's get started.

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pucksandpower · 4 months

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Party Girl

Happy Nation: A Series of Standalone Fics

Logan Sargeant x Hunt!Reader

Summary: Logan tries to save a notorious party girl from herself (or in which going wild runs in the Hunt family)

Warnings: illicit substances and peer-pressure

The nightclub’s bass thumps through Logan’s chest as the trio approaches the entrance. Lando and Oscar turn to him with matching grins.

“You ready for this, mate?” Lando asks.

Logan eyes the mass of people spilling out onto the sidewalk. “Is this really a good idea?”

“Of course!” Oscar claps him on the shoulder. “It’s gonna be brilliant. Especially with you keeping an eye on the hostess.”

“Me?” Logan’s brow furrows.

Lando nods. “You’re our designated driver tonight, so you’ll be the soberest one here. We need you to keep Y/N from going too far off the rails.”

“Why me though? I barely know her.”

“Exactly!” Oscar exclaims. “She doesn’t really know you either, so she’ll actually listen instead of brushing you off like she does with the rest of us.”

Logan frowns. “I don’t know, guys ...”

“Oh, come on!” Lando wheedles. “You’ve heard the stories about James Hunt. Partying is in her DNA. We just need to make sure she doesn’t take after her grandad too much tonight.”

With a sigh, Logan relents. “Alright, fine. I’ll do my best to keep her out of trouble.”

The two grin and clap him on the back before leading the way inside. The throbbing music and flashing lights assault Logan’s senses as they enter. He scans the crowd, quickly spotting a vaguely familiar mane of untamed waves.

You’re laughing uproariously at something one of your friends said, drink sloshing precariously in your hand. Your cheeks are already flushed, eyes bright with intoxication and mirth. A pang of concern flutters in Logan’s chest — Lando and Oscar weren’t kidding about keeping an eye on you.

Making his way through the press of bodies, Logan sidles up next to you. You glance over with a brilliant smile.

“Heyyy, you made it!”

“Yeah, uh, hi,” Logan replies, suddenly feeling awkward. “Your friends invited me to, you know, keep things under control.”

You giggle. “Under control? What fun is that?”

Taking a swig of your drink, you spin away to dance with your friends, moving your hips enticingly. Logan swallows hard, trying not to stare. This is going to be harder than he thought.

The evening blurs by in a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds. Wherever you go, Logan follows at a respectful distance. He rebuffs anyone trying to offer you illicit substances and intervenes whenever your friends get too rowdy.

A few times you shoot him annoyed glares, but he just shrugs apologetically. He’s only doing what Lando and Oscar asked. Besides, he reasons, better to have you mad at him than in real danger.

As the hour grows later, your movements become more uncoordinated, laughter louder and words more slurred. Logan hovers closer, concern mounting.

“Ohhh, Logannnnn,” you croon, draping yourself over him. “You’re sooo stuffy. Live a little!”

He gently extracts himself from your embrace. “I think you’ve lived enough for tonight, Y/N.”

Pouting, you turn away petulantly. Logan watches as a few of your more unscrupulous friends surround you with sly grins. Alarm spikes through him when he sees one of them press something into your palm.

“Hey!” Pushing forward, he places himself between you and them. “Back off. She’s not interested.”

You blink at him owlishly while your friends sneer.

“Who’re you to decide for her, pretty boy?”

“Someone who actually cares if she’s okay.” Logan holds his ground.

With a drunken giggle, you lean against his back. “S’ok, Logieee. Lemme have some fun!”

“No, Y/N.” He spins to face you, gripping your shoulders firmly. “That stuff is bad news. You don’t want it, trust me.”

Your eyes are glazed, but you search his face like you’re trying to understand. One of your friends makes another attempt to press the little baggie into your hand. Without thinking, Logan bats it away. It goes flying across the club, spilling white powder everywhere.

“Dude!” Your friend shouts, outraged.

Logan doesn’t give them a chance to react further. Scooping you up in his arms, he starts carrying you away from the crowd. You’re tiny and warm against his chest, still giggling faintly.

“Mmm, Logan ... gonna getcha in trouble ...”

“I’ll take my chances,” he mutters.

Pushing his way through the throngs of people, Logan finally breaks free into the cool night air. He sets you on your feet, but keeps a steadying hand on your waist when you sway unsteadily.

Up close like this, he can make out the flushed skin across your nose, the flecks of light reflecting in your warm eyes. For a moment you just gaze at each other, the sounds of the party muffled behind the club’s doors.

Then your brow furrows. “Why’d ya stop me? I was jus’ havin’ fun.”

Logan shakes his head slowly. “That kind of fun isn’t good for you, Y/N. Your friends, they ... they weren’t looking out for your best interests back there.”

“You don’ even know me!” You protest, pushing away from him on unsteady feet.

Without thinking, Logan catches your hands in his. They’re so tiny, delicate, yet topped with nails sharp enough to take an eye out. Just like the rest of you — an enigmatic mix of fragile beauty and uncompromising tenacity.

“You’re right, I don’t really know you,” he admits. “But I know that you’re strong. Braver and tougher than anyone gives you credit for. And you don’t need that junk to be the life of the party.”

For a long moment, you simply stare at him, eyes wide. Then, slowly, you nod. A few stray tendrils of hair fall across your face and Logan’s fingers itch to brush them back. He tamps down the urge.

“M’sorry I made a scene back there,” you mumble, averting your gaze.

“Hey.” Logan ducks his head to catch your eye again. “Don’t be sorry. Those people, they ...” He shakes his head in disgust. “You deserve better friends than that.”

Pink dusts your cheeks as the corners of your mouth tick upwards. “You’re sweet, Logan. A real gentleman.”

“I just call it like I see it,” he replies with a shrug.

You laugh softly then, a warm, rich sound that sends tingles down Logan’s spine. When you speak again, your voice is clearer, more sober.

“I guess tonight got a little out of hand. Sometimes I go too far trying to live up to the reputation of my last name. It’s stupid, I know.”

“Hey, we all have things we’re trying to prove.” Logan squeezes your hands reassuringly. “But you don’t have to prove anything to me, Y/N. I can already see how amazing you are.”

For a beat, you simply stare at him, eyes shining. Then, surging up on your tiptoes, you throw your arms around his neck and kiss him hard.

Logan freezes for half a second before melting into the embrace, pulling you flush against him. His fingers tangle in your hair as he kisses you back with everything he has.

When you finally break apart, breathless and flushed, Logan rests his forehead against yours.

“Wow,” is all he can think to say.

You grin impishly up at him. “Now there’s a party I wouldn’t mind getting carried away at.”

Logan can’t help but laugh. Tucking you into his side, he presses a kiss to your temple. “Let’s get out of here. I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.”

***

Logan jolts awake to the sound of insistent pounding on his hotel room door. Squinting against the bright sunlight filtering through the curtains, he rubs the sleep from his eyes and shuffles to answer it.

“About damn time!” Lando’s voice greets him as soon as the door opens. “Do you know how long we’ve been stuck outside?”

Oscar shoulders past Logan into the room. “Yeah, mate. Abandoning your friends at the club? Not cool.”

Logan’s brow furrows in confusion until the previous night’s events come trickling back. The party, the near miss with the drugs, getting you safely away ...

His gaze drifts to the rumpled bed across the room where you’re just starting to stir, sheets tangled around your legs. A soft smile tugs at Logan’s lips as he watches you blink owlishly.

“Earth to Logan?” Lando waves a hand in front of his face. “You still with us?”

“What? Yeah, sorry.” Logan drags his attention back to the two drivers. “Look, I can explain about last night ...”

“No need to explain why you ditched us,” Oscar interjects with a suggestive wink toward the bed. “We can figure that part out for ourselves.”

You sit upright then, the sheets pooling around your waist as you rub your eyes. “Whas’ goin’ on?”

“Well, well!” Lando exclaims with a salacious grin. “If it isn’t the life of the party herself! Get up to any ... extracurriculars last night?”

Heat creeps up the back of Logan’s neck as you glance between the three of them in sleepy bewilderment. A strangled laugh escapes Oscar’s lips as the realization hits both of them. You and Logan lock eyes from across the room, equally mortified.

“No, wait! It’s not what it looks like!” Logan splutters.

Lando claps a hand on his shoulder with a pitying look. “It’s alright, mate. You don’t have to be ashamed about finally getting some action.”

“But I didn’t!” Logan insists, running a flustered hand through his hair. “Y/N, tell them!”

Untangling yourself from the sheets, you slide off the bed — giving everyone an eyeful of the fact that you’re only wearing one of Logan’s hoodies. His breath catches in his throat because damn if you don’t look incredible drowning in his clothes.

Your bare feet pad across the carpet until you’re standing before him, fingers playing with the worn cotton hem. “He’s right, you two. We didn’t ... you know.”

Hurt flashes across Logan’s face before he can squelch it back down. Right, of course you wouldn’t want that after all the lines he crossed last night. You’d been drunk and vulnerable and now you were regretting everything, including the–

“We kissed! But it doesn’t have to mean anything,” he blurts out, not meeting anyone’s eyes. “I got Y/N out of a bad situation and we may have, uh, gotten a little carried away in the heat of the moment. But she was drunk and it won’t happen again, I swear.”

An awkward silence falls over the room, broken only by Lando’s snort of laughter. “No rizz, this one.”

Logan’s jaw clenches. He knew they’d tease him about it, but he’s a grown man and he doesn’t need to take it from the likes of–

“Logan.”

Your voice is soft but it cuts through the embarrassment swirling in his mind. You take his face gently in your hands and he’s helpless but to meet your warm gaze.

“What if I want it to mean something?”

The air whooshes out of him in a surprised breath. His hands find your waist of their own accord like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “Y-You do?”

Behind you, Oscar groans. “God, he’s so hopeless.”

“I think it’s sweet!” Lando retorts. “Innocent, you know? Like a puppy getting all flustered.”

Logan blocks them out, his whole world narrowing to the amused, almost fond smile playing across your lips. You nod, leaning further into his embrace.

“I meant what I said last night, Logan. You’re the sweetest, most caring guy I’ve ever met. And I like you.” Your nose wrinkles adorably. “A lot, actually.”

He blinks rapidly, certain his heart is about to burst out of his chest. “Y/N, I ... I like you too. So much.”

Laughing that rich, warm laugh of yours, you loop your arms around his neck and rise up on your tiptoes. Logan meets you halfway, melting into the heated press of your lips against his.

Catcalls and wolf-whistles finally penetrate the happy bubble enveloping you both. You break the kiss with a breathless giggle, burrowing your face into the crook of Logan’s neck.

“Oi, lovebirds!” Oscar hollers. “Get a room!”

“Yeah, we’ve already got one!” Logan shoots back, surprising himself with the retort. He winks cheekily at you and you positively beam in response, eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Alright, that’s our cue!” Lando steers Oscar toward the door. “Don’t do anything we wouldn’t do, you crazy kids!”

The door slams behind them, leaving you and Logan alone in blissful quiet. His arms tighten around your waist, keeping you pressed flush against him. For a few heartbeats, you simply drink each other in, basking in the unfamiliar but not unwelcome feelings bubbling up.

Eventually you break the spell with a featherlight brush of your lips against the corner of Logan’s mouth. “So, was that too forward? I shouldn’t have just sprung that on you ...”

“No!” He rushes to reassure you. “God, no. I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.”

You poke his chest lightly, eyes dancing with mirth. “Not even racing?”

Logan chuckles, tucking a stray curl behind your ear. “Okay, maybe one other thing. But you’re definitely in the top two.”

Winding your arms back around his neck, you arch one brow mischievously. “Only top two? I’ll have to work on that ...”

His breath catches in his throat at the playful promise in your tone. “I, uh ... I wouldn’t be opposed to that.”

As you lean in to kiss him again, Logan can’t help but silently thank Lando and Oscar for dragging him to that party. True, the night didn’t go exactly as expected. But he wound up with the greatest prize of all — you, here in his arms, carefree and happy and perfect in every way.

Like the gentleman his mama raised him to be, Logan vows silently to cherish every moment with you. After all, only a fool would look a gift horse like you in the mouth.

***

Adrenaline still thrums through Logan’s veins as he exits parc fermé, helmet tucked under his arm. His cheeks ache from the wide grin stretched across his face — a double points finish was exactly what Williams needed.

Alex falls into step beside him, equally elated after their impressive showing on the track today. They did good, really good. Logan can’t wait to celebrate with the whole team.

As they approach the Williams garage, a familiar head of hair catches Logan’s eye. You’re standing front and center, bouncing on the balls of your feet with poorly contained excitement. A large bakery box is clutched in your hands, the elaborate logo on the lid leaving little doubt as to its expensive contents.

Logan’s grin widens impossibly further. Of course you’d be here with treats in tow, always ready to turn any occasion into a party. His heart swells with affection just watching you eagerly await his and Alex’s return.

The rest of the team notice their arrival and erupt into cheers, crowding around to clap the drivers on the back with jubilant congratulations. You hang back, though your whole face is lit up with unabashed pride.

“Nice one out there, lads!” An engineer calls over the ruckus.

“About time we had a good points haul,” Another mechanic agrees.

Logan waves off the compliments with a bashful duck of his head. The team has been through so much in recent seasons — they deserve this moment more than he does.

“Alright, alright! Give the boys some space to breathe!” A familiar voice rings out.

You shove your way through the throngs of people, bounding right up to Logan with a brilliant grin. He has a split second to brace himself before you launch into his arms, nearly sending him toppling backward with the force of your enthusiasm.

“You were brilliant!” You exclaim, planting an exuberant kiss on his cheek that has him blushing furiously. “Both of you! I’m so proud!”

Alex chuckles fondly as you untangle yourself from Logan just enough to loop an arm around the other man’s shoulders. “We couldn’t have done it without the team’s hard work. You should be proud of them.”

“Oh, I am!” You turn your beaming smile on the rest of the crew. “Which is why I brought a little celebratory treat!”

Holding up the bakery box with a waggle of your brows, you peel back the lid to reveal a massively decadent-looking chocolate cake. It’s one of the most elaborate confections Logan has ever laid eyes on.

A reverent hush falls over the assembled group as they all lean in to get a better look. The air is suddenly thick with the rich scent of cocoa and buttercream frosting.

“Blimey, Y/N! That must’ve set you back a pretty penny!” Alex exclaims.

You wave him off with a casual flap of your hand. “Oh, please! You don’t even want to know how many races I’ve brought an expensive cake to just in case. I’m just glad I finally got to use this one!”

A ripple of laughter rolls through the crew at that. Logan shakes his head in fond exasperation, equal parts endeared and unsurprised by your extravagant gesture.

When your gaze lands on him again, warmth blooms in his chest at the open adoration shining in your eyes. You look at him like he’s the most impressive thing you’ve ever seen, not some lucky racer who simply played a tiny part in today’s success.

Liquid courage from the race still thrumming through his veins, Logan acts on impulse. Plucking the cake box deftly from your grip, he passes it off to a bewildered Alex before cupping your face in his hands and kissing you soundly.

A startled squeak quickly melts into a pleased hum as you melt against him, looping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. Logan pours every ounce of his pride and affection for you into the heated press of his lips, uncaring of the captive audience for once.

Hoots and hollers finally break through the rosy haze fogging Logan’s mind. He breaks the kiss with a breathless chuckle, thumbs brushing over the delightfully flushed apples of your cheeks.

“Get a room, you two!” Alex hollers with a roll of his eyes.

The rest of the crew quickly devolves into jokes and ribbing at your expense, but Logan couldn’t care less. With you smiling up at him like he hung the moon, the rest of the world simply falls away.

“You taste like chocolate,” he murmurs, brushing his nose against yours.

The impish grin you shoot him in return makes his heart stutter. “Well, it wouldn’t be a proper party without dessert.”

An arm slings around Logan’s shoulders, disrupting the little bubble you’ve found yourselves cocooned in. He startles, having completely forgotten about the dozens of other people still milling about.

“Well isn’t this just precious!” Gaetan, Logan’s race engineer, gives him an affectionate shake. “Young love blossoming right here in the garage!”

Red blooms high on Logan’s cheeks even as your melodic giggles wash over him. He scratches the back of his neck sheepishly.

“We’re not that young.”

“Could’ve fooled me!” Gaetan retorts with a bark of laughter. “You two have more spark than the rest of the kids around here combined.”

Your hand finds Logan’s, tangling your fingers together as you lean bodily into his side. For a fleeting moment, he allows himself to bask in the happiness surrounding him. It’s like floating, secure in the knowledge that you’ll always be right here to keep him grounded.

“You know,” you begin softly, batting your lashes up at Logan. “This might just be my new favorite party.”

A surprised huff of laughter escapes him. But really, he shouldn’t be so shocked. From the moment he met you, it was clear you had an unparalleled zest for life. You see the joy and potential for a good time in every single occasion. It’s one of the many, many things Logan loves about you.

“Your favorite, huh?” He bends to press his forehead to yours, drinking in your radiant smile. “I’ll remember this one, then.”

Because no matter how many parties, races, or adventures you two share moving forward, Logan vows to cherish each and every one with you by his side. After all, every single moment is worth celebrating when you get to spend it with the person you love most.

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st4rb3rries · 1 year

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summer activities with the main 4

pairings; stan, kyle, kenny, cartman x fem!reader (aged up 18+)

summary; going to the water park/gas station with them

warnings; cussing, mention of drugs

a/n; sorry for being inactive!! i love you guys hope you enjoy<3

key colors; blue= stan green= kyle orange= kenny red= cartman pink= reader

so i feel like you guys would go to the water park because it's so hot. kyle is the one who suggested it because cartman can't stfu. "what the fuck it's so hot" "then how about we go to the water park tubby" "DON'T CALL ME TUBBY YOU STUPID J- that's actually not a bad idea" "shiii im down it's hot as fuck" "fr" "but not as hot as hot as me😘" "who said you were hot in the first place🤨" so all of you guys walked back to your houses and to go get ready. we all know kyle is the mom friend so he brings extra towels, sunscreen, and floaties and puts it in a suitcase. once you all meet up you guys just decided to walk there. "god kyle did you not get the memo were going to the waterpark not the airport🙄" "WELL CARTMAN I WAS JUST TRYING TO LOOK OUT FOR YOU GUYS LOOK AT YOURSELVES YOU GUYS DIDN'T EVEN BRING A SINGLE TOWEL" "thanks for bringing us stuff mom ilysm🥰" "yeah yeah whatever let's just start walking" when you guys get there for some reason kenny and cartman BROUGHT A WHOLE ASS SPEAKER??? *random song playing on speaker* "AW DUDE WTH YOUR EMBARRISING US" "BITCHHH TURN THAT SHIT DOWNN😭" *kyle grabs the speaker and throws it into an "empty" pool* (rip to the kid who was in the pool) "come on stan and y/n lets go swim, but first we gotta put on sunscreen" "bro think's he's the main character💀" "im gonna fucking kill him" "bro thinks he's the villain 💀" your guys favorite thing to do at the waterpark is the slides for sure. or should i say it's you and kenny's favorite thing to do. "WOOHOOO WATER SLIDES Y/N LET'S GO" "YYASSS" "god they're so childish, real men make kids fall of slides" "CARTMAN NO-" so after you and kenny were finished with all the slides. you decided to invite stan because he hasn't done anything being the emo bitch he is🙄. "come on stan lets go next" "no" "yes" "no" he's only saying no because he's afraid he's gonna barf on you since. you guys have to hold each other tight on the slide. (it's in the rules😉) bro is not tryna get caught lacking with having a crush on you. yeah you guessed he finally said yes to you. "ARE YOU READDY STAN HOLD ON TIGHT" "oh god" *not even 5 seconds later* "BLEGHHHHH-" "EW DUDE SICK WTF" bro doesn't even say sorry cause he's too embarrassed. good thing kyle only saw you guys. cartman and kenny would've been laughing their asses off💀. "looks like someone threw a love bomb on you guys *wink*" "shut it kyle" anyways good thing kyle had his big ass suitcase prepared with towels and extra bathing suits. at the end of the day kenny is flirting with the life guards and cartman is torturing kids. but you, stan, and kyle always look foreword to the sunset each day and luckily. the water park has a perfect view for that so you guys were excited. (you guys got kicked out before the sunset)

after getting escorted out the water park you decide to go your local gas station for slushies and snacks. "you guys you guys w-wait up" "come on cartman walk faster" "CAN'T YOU SEE IM TRYING STAN WE JUST CAME FROM THE WATER PARK" "yeah like 2 mintues ago" "LAST ONE WHO GETS THERE HAS TO PAY FOR ALL OUR STUFF" all of you guys start zooming just to piss off cartman. "GODAMMIT WAIT UP" when you guys finally arrive (yes you guys waited for cartman) the cashier always has a look of terror on his face because he knows that you guys. might end up buying the whole store, or accidently set it on fire. "LOOK Y/N SOUR CANDY OUR FAVORITE" "BY THE WHOLE ROW RN" "oh no no no you guys we aren't doing this again." he's only saying this because one time you and kyle ate so much sour candy that you guys passed out. when stan saw you guys he thought y'all did c0k3 because there was white powder everywhere. in reality it was sour dust💀. so he's still traumatized from sour candy because he thought his best bud and future gf died. "stan relax we won't even eat this much this time, right kyle?" "righttt" meanwhile kenny and cartman are fucking up the slushie machine. "kenny i'll give you $5 if you pour slushie into your shoes" "alr bet"*puts slushie in shoes* "BAHAHA KENNY YK I WOULDN'T GIVE YOU $5 FOR THAT" "ik that's why im gonna drink it nothing ain't going to waste😈" "look kenny real men drink out of the slushie machine not their shoes🤓" "you guys are you ready to go🙄" "nah hold up dude lemme get my razzberry slush real quick" as stan tries to get his slush the machine literally explodes everywhere😭. "AH SHIT" "HAHA STAN YOU DUMB BITCH" "ah hell nah smurf nut exploded everywhere" "HAHAH SMURF NUT" "fuck it i say we make a run for it and never come back we can't this shit in time" "at this point yeah😭" "and you guys know damn well none of us brought cash" "NO WAY KYLE BEING A MAN FOR ONCE AND TRYNA STEAL WOAHHH😮" "SHUT IT F@T@SS THEY'RE GONNA HEAR US" "LETS GO THE CASHIER IS SLEEPING" "HELL YEAH FREE STUFF" "PURR LET'S GO😜" you guys ran out with all your snacks and never came back😭. but we all know kyle is gonna come back and repay for the damages and stealing. until he see's photos of himself and you guys on the door saying your banned. "oh fuck"

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So This Is Love?

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Pairing: Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

WARNING: none

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Third Person P.O.V:

Upper Hogsfield

It was around fall when Hermione spotted her.

She had decided to take a stroll through the Hogsmeade fields and found herself in the little village just north of the bigger province. Hermione was talking to an outside vendor about the best place to buy fresh Ashwinder Eggs when someone caught her eye.

A young woman she didn't recognize. She was carrying a crate of Wiggenweld potions to another shop nearby. The sun seemed to shine a spotlight that only Hermione could see like Merlin was slapping her face with destiny.

Or she was being delusional...to each their own.

"Who is that?" Hermione had asked the vendor as she watched the girl knock on the door, struggling slightly as she tried not to drop the crate onto the ground.

"That's Y/n Y/l/n. She's the new delivery girl for the Apothecary in Diagon Alley, always wearing that smile! Even when she has to deliver in horrible weather conditions." They say with a chuckle as they clean their glasses with the edge of their shirt.

Hermione felt her jaw hang open slightly as she watched Y/n greet the recipient of the potions when the door opened finally.

The way her shoulders relaxed when the weight of the crate was relieved from her hands. The way her smile somehow shined brighter when the woman thanked her and paid for the delivery with a generous tip.

Hermione jerked forward slightly when Y/n took a confident step back, almost stumbling off the small step up. She caught herself by stepping down with her other foot, but a small laugh was shared between the woman and her.

"Close your mouth darlin', or you'll catch flies" the man chuckled as he broke Hermione from her gaze. She quickly clamped her jaw shut, clearing her throat in an attempt to hide her embarrassment of being caught.

Her eyes flickered from the product, then back to Y/n as she walked over to the small dolly that held three other crates that needed to be delivered.

She had to have gone to Hogwarts, but a part of Hermione swore she would have at least seen her face once or twice around the grounds. Yet, she had no idea where this Y/n came from.

"I'd go introduce yourself before she leaves," the man says as he puts his glasses back on, but realizes that Hermione is already walking away.

She approached Y/n with light footsteps, trying not to draw any attention to herself. Her breath was bated as she watched Y/n secure the rest of the product meticulously, checking and tightening the straps to make sure everything was in place.

Hermione could sense the care and attention Y/n was putting into the task, and it made her feel secure. After finishing with the straps, Y/n slowly pulled the dolly onto its wheels, ensuring that everything was balanced and stable before proceeding.

As the brunette was about to speak, she noticed a sudden movement in the corner of her eye, capturing her attention. Within a fraction of a second, Y/n disappeared from the spot where she was standing, leaving Hermione annoyed when she turned back to find the area empty.

"Dammit," she cursed to herself as she ran an irritated hand through her curls.

Then she came up with a plan.

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For the next few months, Hermione began to order from the Apothecary. Each week she'd buy a few potions or ingredients that she had no use for, and happily wait by the door like an eager puppy.

This wasn't like her. She was usually the one the be pinned after, not the one that was making the absolute fool out of themselves to just talk to the person.

It took a few weeks after the initial sighting of Y/n, for Hermione to get the courage to order something. She was nervous after sending the list and money from her owl, almost expecting Y/n to just knock on her apartment door immediately.

She paced for an hour before her door finally echoed with a jovial knock. Hermione took a breath and opened her door.

Y/n stood there with a greeting grin, a bag of pearl powder, and two bottles of Thunderbrew potion.

"Your delivery, Ms.Granger," Y/n says as she holds out the products. Hermione was silent as she carefully took her items and gazed at the girl intently.

Say something! She yelled in her head.

"T-Thank you" Hermione coughed out as she dug in her pocket and gave a very generous tip. Y/n was surprised and looked at her with surprise.

"Are you sure? This is a lot of money" Y/n says as she looks down at the currency in her open palm. Hermione just nodded and placed her order on the small table beside the front door.

"Yes, yes! Of course" she replied, heat slowly crawling up her neck and to her cheeks with every passing moment.

Y/n left with a bigger grin than before, wishing Hermione a good day before ultimately leaving her line of sight.

After that, one more order became two, then three, and so on. Just like today, she waited for her order of Leech juice to arrive.

As soon as the familiar rhythm of Y/n's knock echoed through the door, a broad smile spread across her face. She couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at the prospect of seeing her friend. Without wasting any time, she sprang up from her seat and fished out the fifteen galleons from her pocket.

When she opened the door, Y/n had a small smile on her face as she handed Hermione the items. Y/n caught Hermione off guard as she reached out to take the potions from her hands.

"Can I ask you a question?" Y/n asked, hesitantly. Hermione paused for a moment, curious as to what Y/n wanted to know. She looked into Y/n's eyes, sensing that whatever question she had to ask was important.

"If you don't mind, that is," Y/n added, giving Hermione an out if she didn't want to answer. She then nodded, giving Y/n permission to ask her questions.

"Uh, of course, what is it?" She replies as she places the tip into Y/n's hand, but the girl doesn't even look down at it. She kept her gaze right on Hermione.

"You order from us a lot, and your items are very strange. Usually, I can pinpoint what kind of work someone does from their purchases, but when it comes to you...I have no idea" Y/n says as her eyes search Hermione's face for answers.

This wasn't something Hermione had prepared for, surprisingly. She never thought Y/n would be bold enough to ask her what she was using all this stuff for.

She needs to come up with a lie, and quickly.

"Oh you know, I have a lot of side projects I'm working on. Research on beasts and new spell reactions to potions, stuff like that" she says simply, almost convincing herself.

"Oh really?" Y/n hums, a smile growing into a smirk. She knew Hermione was lying. The scrunch in her eyebrows gave her away immediately.

"Yes. Really." Hermione replied as she shifted her weight from foot to foot, trying her best not to admit that she was literally just buying her interaction once a week.

"Then do you mind telling me why all your past orders are currently stacked on your coffee table behind you, untouched?" she asks teasingly, Hermiones façade fell immediately.

Her cheeks flushed pink as Y/n's eyes met hers, the poking gaze sending a flurry of wings through her stomach. How was it this woman had such a spell over her without even trying? Clearing her throat, Hermione summoned her courage.

"Fine. You caught me. Truth be told, it's not really been about the potions and ingredients..." she admits as Y/n leaned against the doorframe with folded arms against her chest. Hermione glanced down shyly before meeting Y/n's eyes once more.

"I was hoping each delivery might give me a chance to see you. You intrigued me from the first moment I laid eyes on you in Hogsfeild, and I find myself thinking of you often. I was wondering...if you might like to have dinner with me this weekend?" Hermione asks as wipes her palms against her pants.

As she finished speaking, the room fell silent and her heart began to race with anxiety and self-doubt. She couldn't help but wonder if she had said the wrong thing and made a fool of herself. The awkward silence was almost unbearable, and she prayed that her actions hadn't come across as crazy or nonsensical. But then, to her immense relief, Y/n's face lit up with a radiant smile that put all her fears to rest.

"I would like that very much," Y/n says as she pushes off the doorframe and stands back up. Hermione smiled, relief and joy swelling in her heart to see Y/n's acceptance.

"Wonderful," she replied, resisting the urge to hug her bundle of deliveries in glee.

"How does Saturday night sound? I know a lovely little cafe in Diagon Alley." Hermione says as she feels her body run with excitement and nerves.

"Saturday works for me. And don't worry - your secret is safe with me." Y/n says as she winked playfully.

"Though perhaps you could find a less wasteful way to arrange future meetings?" she continued with a smirk, making Hermione laugh.

"You're right. No more unnecessary purchases, I promise." Hermione agrees. A comfortable silence fell as they lingered smiling at one another.

"Well, I should get back before they send a search party. But I'll see you Saturday?" Y/n says, reluctantly reminding them both that she has to get back to work.

"I'll be counting the moments," she replies, the words escaped before Hermione could curb her enthusiasm, but she didn't regret their truth.

With an infectious smile spread across her face, Y/n bid her farewell with a graceful wave and turned around to leave. Hermione watched as she walked down the corridor, her footsteps echoing against the walls. As she disappeared, Hermione couldn't help but feel a sense of elation washing over her.

The excitement of the moment was palpable, and it seemed like nothing could bring her down from this high. As she slowly closed the door behind her, a sense of contentment settled over her.

Saturday couldn't come soon enough.

#harry potter #hermione granger #hermione granger x reader #lesbian #fanfic #fluff

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