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mugloversonly · 3 months

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@steddieas-shegoes I loved your ficlets about the boys after a mutual ending. But as much as I love sad boy hours...I can't stand my boys staying sad. So I wrote a happy ending that I hope you enjoy.

rating: G

if you see a typo I probably saw it and didn't fix it. Enjoy!

Steve groaned as the ringing phone woke him up. He glanced out his window and saw it was barely sunrise.

He ignored the phone for a minute until he heard the machine pick up. The voice he has been longing for for six months came through. "Hey Steve, it's Eddie." Steve shot off the bed and ran towards the phone his heart racing. "I know it's a little out of the blue for me to be calling, but I" Steve yanked the phone off the hook, interrupting whatever he was going to say.

"Eddie, hi" Steve exclaimed breathlessly. Eddie gasped and went silent. "Sorry, the phone woke me up". Steve glanced at the clock and was relieved to see that it was still early.

"Oh, shit. Sorry I forgot about the time difference."

"Don't worry about it. I'm glad to hear from you." Steve said suddenly feeling shy.

"Yeah?" Eddie asked. Steve recognized that tone. He can perfectly imagine Eddie pulling a chunk of hair in front of his mouth.

"Yeah, I was actually going to call you today. Looks like you beat me to it." Steve smiled as Eddie let out a small chuckle.

"Great minds and all that. So I was wondering" Eddie began before pausing to take a deep breath. "You can totally say no and I would understand…I mean I get it after everything…I just…well I wanted to know if you'd want to maybe…" he trailed off. Steve blinked tears from his eyes and took a leap.

"Would it be alright if I came to a show?" Steve blurted. Eddie was quiet on the other end. IF it wasn't for his breathing, Steve would have thought he hung up.

"You want to?" He breathed.

"Of course. What are the dates and times of all your upcoming shows?" Steve asks. Eddie rattles off a few places. He has a show tomorrow in Miami. Would it be weird for Steve to go all the way to Miami last minute? Probably. Fuck it. He's waited for long enough.

"There's the show in a month in Chicago. We can meet up then. But, I'll have a ticket waiting for you at all the shows just in case". Just then someone called Eddie in the background. "One sec!" He shouted back. "I have to go" he sounded reluctant. Like if they hung up, he would never see Steve again.

"I get it. I'll see you soon okay, Eds?" Steve whispered the nickname. Eddie's breath hitched.

"Yeah, soon" his voice was thick like he was trying to keep from crying. Steve smiled fondly. His Eddie was always quick to tears. "Bye, Stevie. I…I'll see you soon." He promised. Steve heard another shout and then all he heard was the dial tone. He took a moment to collect himself before making his way to the stairs. He had a concert to get to.Steve smiled fondly.

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Eddie paced the floor of the green room. Steve wanted to come to a show. In fact he asked Eddie! He wasn't sure if Steve would even want to talk to him, let alone see him again. He knew they both agreed to this separation, but he worried Steve would grow to hate him. He's never been more glad to be wrong. At least, he hopes he's wrong. Someone wouldn't fly last minute just to say they hated someone. Right? And someone wouldn't fly half way across the country for someone he could see in a month. Either way, he expected to see Steve in Chicago. A PA knocked on the door to give him a 5 minute warning.

And to tell him that Steve picked up his ticket. Eddie froze. He hadn't expected Steve to come all the way to Miami. Eddie shook his head and directed the PA to have Steve escorted to the green room after the show. He also made sure to tell her to bring Steve a cup of his favorite mint tea and to tell him that Eddie would be there as soon as the meet and greets are over. She nodded and went on her way.

He made his way to take his place with the band. Before they could go on he blurted "Steve's here." The rest of Corroded Coffin stared at him in silence. They couldn't say anything before they got their cue to begin. All four boys made their way to the stage. Eddie in the center.

"Hello, freaks of Miami!" Eddie shouted into the mic. "You ready for this shit?" There was a roar in the crowd as he hit his first chord. His eyes scanned the crowd until he spotted Steve. His beautiful Stevie looking just as out of place as usual with his polo and light wash jeans. He tried his best to keep his gaze away but his eyes were always drawn back to him.

He felt like he spent the whole concert looking right at Steve. Maybe he had.

All in all, the show was great. They got a huge round of applause and gave two encores. By the end, Eddie was jittery. He wanted to get this meet and greet over with. Ever loyal to his fans, he didn't let on to anyone that he was in a rush. The only people who saw how off he was was the band. And they didn't comment.

Finally, after what felt like hours, he made his way to the green room. He took a deep breath before he knocked twice. Then he opened the door.

Standing on the other side was a sight from his dreams. "Stevie" he whispered, breathless.

"Hey, Eds." Steve replied with a shy smile. Tears filled Eddie's eyes and before he could think, he launched himself into Steve's arms. Steve caught him with barely a stumble, his jock reflexes coming in handy. He couldn't say anything as the tears poured down his face. He felt his shirt getting damp and knew Steve was crying too.

"I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry." Eddie cried. "I shouldn't have left, I should have waited." Steve gently pulled back and cupped Eddie's face.

"No love" he whispered as he wiped Eddie's cheeks. "I should have come with you. I was scared. I thought it would be less scary to stay then to leave. But I was wrong." He pulled Eddie back into the hug. "I missed you and I have never felt fear like I did while we were apart. I'm ready to follow you anywhere." He promised.

It was Eddie's turn to pull back. "Are you sure?" He asked. Steve smirked and pointed to the corner. Eddie looked over and saw two huge suitcases and a large dufflebag. He met Steve's eyes and smiled.

He couldn't hold back another second. Eddie caressed Steve's cheeks before pulling him in for a sweet kiss. Steve's lips were soft against his and as they moved with each other, Eddie finally felt at home. It was a chaste kiss, until Steve licked the seam of his mouth. Eddie opened to grant Steve access and he didn't waste his opportunity to kiss Eddie breathless. After a few minutes Eddie reluctantly pulled back and rested their foreheads together.

"Come back to my hotel?" Eddie asked. They had a lot to talk about, and the venue's green room was not the place.

Steve nodded and they took a cab to Eddie's hotel. Once there, Steve asked to use the shower and Eddie pointed him in that direction. As he waited he sat on the bed, his chest felt lighter than it had in months.

When Steve stepped out of the bathroom, Eddie took his turn. As he got in the shower, he saw Steve's shampoo on the shelf next to his. He let out a wet laugh and reached for it. Somehow he knew that Steve had used his shampoo too. As he washed his hair, Eddie knew. Things would be alright. His dream was finally a reality.

Fin

#steddie #angst with a happy ending #get back together #makeup fic #continuation

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jankwritten · 1 year

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don’t pretend (to know the damage done)

relationship: Jason Grace/Nico di Angelo

word count: 2587

summary: Nico practices his makeup skills on Jason. Jason realizes there's a lot he'll put himself through for Nico's sake.

“You were right,” Jason mumbles, his eyelid trembling in an attempt to hold it shut, but not too shut, like he was instructed.

“About which part.” Nico readjusts the way that he’s holding Jason’s face hostage, shifting more on his knees. Jason can only kind-of see the look on Nico’s face, something that’s distinctly negative, his eyebrows sloped down tight together, knit by little creases in Nico’s forehead, the way his mouth is pressed into a firm thin line of concentration, eyes hyper-focused on Jason’s eyelashes as if each individual one has offended him in a new and unexpected way.

“This is definitely more uncomfortable than shaving my legs.”

Nico huffs out laughter that doesn’t show at all on his face, eerily. Jason closes his other eye.

He’s pretty sure makeup just isn’t his thing, not in the way that it is for Nico. It feels less like he’s getting made pretty and more like he’s being dressed up for play time, the same way he puts on stupid, shitty Halloween costume dresses when he babysits Estelle. His eyelids feel heavy and sticky with product, and he can’t really help the wriggling, urgent feeling like Nico’s going to find something horrific and gross in his skin, looking at him up close like this.

(continue reading on AO3)

@thinkingjasico HERE IT IS I'M FINALLY POSTING IT part 2 of makeup fic!!!! sorry it took so damn long

#Jason Grace #Nico di Angeo #jasico #pjo #hoo #pjo fic #jankwritten #my fic #this is a continuation of a previous fic I've written which you can also read on AO3!!! it's the first work in the series heheh #makeup fic #makeup fic strikes again fr #fluff #i'm still trying to figure out how to format my fic posts so bear with me sob #I'm using ethannku's newest fic Paris post as a template AND ALSO YOU SHOULD GO READ THAT FIC TOO!!!!!#happy holidays yall

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frostedpuffs · 1 year

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every time someone makes a point to say that "Marinette doesn't wear makeup, she isn't like other girls" I want to SIGH because not only does Marinette Actually Wear Makeup in canon, it is exhausting that it is 2023 and people are still doing the "not like other girls" thing

#i understand personal preferences #and like yes death to the capitalistic makeup industry #but she literally wears eyeliner and mascara in canon and eyeshadow as well in the movie #idk what to tell u #text post #idk why this specific detail bothers me so much #some girls do in fact like makeup as a fun way to express themselves #this is still super prevalent in fics today for some reason.

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stylessbean · 23 days

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More Harry Styles Fic Recs

------------ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍓🍒🍄 ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ------------

FOR JANUARY, FEBRUARY, AND MARCH

One Shots:

Y/N is a CEO, Harry is also a CEO - @sumptuoushstyles-blog

five seconds - @autumn-sunflowers

knight in skinny jeans - @stylesharrys

Partners in Crime - @watchmegetobsessed

Golden - @hunflowers

Quid Pro Quo - @talesofstyles

Casual - @cupid-styles

Swan Lake - @enthusiasticharry

Serendipity - @justlemmeadoreyou

Afterparty - @chaoticloving

Sweet Symphonies - @smuttyaf

Baby Steps - @enthusiasticharry

Uptown Girl - @thestoryofusstan

Series:

Your Love AU - @theydontknowaboutusimagines

The Royal Series - @harrylilies

Eight Count - @hsdiaries

Portfolio - @nationalharryleague

Petal - @autumn-sunflowers

Now You're In My Life - @justmystyles

Old Grudges | Part 2 - @watchmegetobsessed

Secret Little Rendezvous - @justlemmeadoreyou

All that you are - @stylesharrys

#harry styles fan fics #harry styles fluff #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fic rec #harry styles imagines #harry styles masterlist #harry styles one shot #harry styles smut #harry styles au #harry styles #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles x actress!reader #harry styles x famous!reader #harry styles x makeup artist! yn #harry styles x oc

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avatar-anna · 10 months

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Girl Gone Live

this is literally so stupid and so corny, but i don't care i'm here for a good time, not a long time, you know? enjoy!

"Okay, is this working? How do I know this is working?"

You squinted at the screen, feeling older than you actually were as you waited for some sign that the live stream you set up was working. Thankfully, comments started rolling through and the viewer count went up, and then it started to skyrocket, which made you a little nervous.

"I...think it's working! Cool. Well, um, obviously I'm Y/n L/n, and I'm a celebrity makeup artist. I recently did Olivia Rodrigo's makeup for her music video 'Vampire,' and I thought I would kind of walk you through how I achieved that look, I guess."

Before going live, you'd considered making a little script but decided against it. Hearing yourself bumble through the introduction now, though, you kind of wished you had.

No one seemed to be put off by your awkwardness, though. As comments streamed past, you saw some about the music video and Olivia and what it was like to work with her, but there were also a lot about Harry. You weren't necessarily surprised by Harry's fans flooding the comment section because you sometimes appeared in the background of posts from other people on Love on Tour and you'd become known as the tour's makeup artist. Sometimes you posted the looks you did for performances and little videos of you doing makeup before the show. The attention was a little jarring if you thought about it too long, but you decided it could be worse. After all, you were Harry Styles' long-term girlfriend.

But that wasn't what this livestream was about.

Your eyes scanned the comments as they moved a mile a minute, hoping to snag on a question. "Oh! Someone asked how I met Olivia. Um, as some of you may know, I'm currently working as the makeup artist for Love on Tour, and Olivia came to one of the shows, and we just talked for a really long time about makeup, and she asked me to do her makeup for the video a few weeks later."

It was a fun side gig while you were on tour with Harry and his band. You loved touring for the most part, but this was something different and exciting, so you flew back home during a break in the tour to work with Olivia on "Vampire." Harry tagged along, happy to watch you work instead of the other way around for once. He had a grin on his face the whole time as he watched you do your thing, playing assistant, grabbing whatever you needed when you asked, and holding a palette for you while you did Olivia's makeup. Overall, it was a fun shoot for both of you.

You were back on tour now, and since you had a little time to kill, you decided to go live for the first time to talk about makeup. If it went well, you could maybe make it a regular thing, so you hoped people actually watched and were interested.

*.*

Brynn watched her phone intently, pen in hand as she waited for Y/n to name-drop the next product she was using so she could write it down and see if she could afford it later. Not only was Brynn a huge fan of Olivia Rodrigo, but she had been a Harry Styles fan since she was in grade school, and when she got the notification that Y/n was going live, she was one of the first people to join.

"Luxury or drugstore makeup? Good question," Y/n said as she moisturized her face. "Honestly both. I love trying new things and seeing what works for me. When I was starting out, I mostly had MAC in my makeup kit, but now I've branched out a little more and added things here and there. But that's my professional kit, which has all the things I know with certainty will work perfectly for whatever look I'm trying to achieve. My personal one is where I do more experimentation with brands and products and trends. I guess that doesn't really answer the question, so both. I definitely use both.

"And what's cool is that Olivia loves makeup too, so she kind of knew her way around and what products worked best for her," Y/n continued.

She's so cool, Brynn thought as Y/n moved onto explaining how she did Olivia's base makeup. She didn't feel like Y/n was trying to push any particular product on her audience, nor did she hide which products she used. Her explanations were clear and easy to follow, and she even gave alternative products when she used one that was on the pricier side.

"Olivia loves herself a glowy base, and we really played that up because of the song. So to give her that Cullen-esque sparkle, I added some liquid highlighter into her foundation."

Brynn watched intently, wanting to see just how Y/n did it. Then, feeling compelled, she typed a comment. She didn't think Y/n would notice it, or be able to see it at all amongst the thousands of others, but she couldn't help but try to be noticed.

As Y/n blended her foundation in, Y/n smiled. "Someone asked how long it takes to do Harry's makeup on tour. Um...It kind of depends. Sometimes it's hard to actually get him in the chair because he gets so pumped up before he goes onstage. But once he settles enough for me to do it, it goes pretty quick. If he lets me, I get to put a little bit of glowy balm on his cheeks, but that's as creative as I get."

Y/n's smile changed, though Brynn couldn't really say how. It was almost like she was exasperated as she talked about Harry, and Brynn became just a tiny bit jealous that this person on the other side of her screen for knowing him well enough to be exasperated by him. What she wouldn't give to chase Harry Styles around so she could do his makeup. It left Brynn wondering how people even got into these situations.

Y/n finished up her base makeup while she answered more questions about the makeup products she used for the music video and a few about Love on Tour. She talked about her favorite songs and the places she'd been and the people she hung out with before and after shows.

"Oh boy, okay. I'm not a huge fan of bold lip colors on myself, but this is what I used on Olivia," Y/n said as she lined her lips. She'd just finished adding a light, almost haphazard, dusting of shimmer to her eyes, and despite the pixelated live stream feed, Brynn could still see it catch the light. "We wanted this to be the focal point of the whole look because, you know, vampires."

Y/n stopped talking briefly as she applied the lipstick she used for the music video, then shifted from side to side with her hands beneath her chin to show off the finished look. "Not my usual style, but—"

"There you are! I've been looking all over for you."

For a moment, Brynn thought she was dreaming. Mouth dropped open in shock, she watched as Harry Styles appeared onscreen in nothing but a pair of sweatpants. His hair was messy, as if he'd just been sleeping or a storm had just run through it. The video quality wasn't great because it was a live stream, but Brynn couldn't help but think he looked so cute and warm with his sleepy eyes, especially as he stretched his arms above his head, though her eyes nearly bugged out of her head when the waistband of his sweatpants dropped a centimeter. Not even caring that they'd fallen a bit, Harry shuffled forward and sat down next to Y/n and kissed her shoulder. He didn't seem to notice Y/n's phone propped up in front of her, or the look of disbelief and slight horror on her face. Not when she tried to speak to him, and not when he leaned forward to kiss her cheek.

And through it all Brynn watched, feeling like she'd entered an alternate dimension.

"You look cute. I like the sparkle," Harry said, tapping his knuckle against Y/n's nose. She still looked like she was in shock, but when he leaned in—leaned in to kiss her, Brynn realized—Y/n seemed to shake off some of her stupor.

"We—We're not alone," she said, gently resting her fingers over Harry's mouth to stop him.

Brynn didn't want to tear her eyes away from Harry and Y/n, but she darted her gaze down to the comment section, which confirmed everything. This was no dream, this was really happening, and everyone who was watching was losing their minds.

"What do you mean, lovie?" Harry asked, brows furrowing, clearly confused by Y/n's odd behavior. He finally looked at the camera, his brows shooting up when he realized that Y/n was live streaming all of this. "Oh."

"Yeah 'oh.'"

"I thought you were on the phone—"

"I wasn't!"

"Well, how was I supposed to know! You didn't tell me. And since when—"

"Harry put a shirt on!"

Brynn watched their bickering in a daze, waiting for the inevitable end of the live stream. To her surprise, though, Harry grinned a little before taking Y/n—and the whole Internet, to be honest—by surprise and kissing her.

"Are you insane?"

Harry merely shrugged. He leaned in again, but Y/n pushed his face back with the palm of her hand. They began to bicker again, but this time, Y/n scrambled for her phone in the process.

"You drive me crazy."

"Now, I know that's not true."

"Harry Edward Styles, I swear to God—"

And just like that, the live stream ended with a wink. Brynn stared down at her phone almost as if she was waiting for Harry and Y/n to reappear on her screen. They didn't, and she was left sitting alone in her bedroom, wondering what the hell had just happened.

#harry styles #harry styles x makeup artist! yn #harry styles blurb #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfic #harry styles oneshot #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x you #harry styles fluff #harry styles writing #harry styles one shot #harry styles fic

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crystal-mouse · 2 years

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'Captain, are you certain this is the most efficient method to do make-up application?'

'Yes Spock, I am'

'And it's Jim when we're off duty.'

Small art inspired by the lesbian makeup meme! Please don't repost, but reblogs are welcome :)

#star trek #spirk #tos #read a fic where spock teaches kirk to do makeup and this came to mind #i like to think they help each other do make-up sometimes for fun :)#how many bets that Kirk saw the original meme in a history book and thought thats just how old earth did each others makeup?

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shivroy · 7 months

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future shiv

#this is not as old as i wanted to draw her but this is at least plausible #like maybe a couple years into the future fic just not at the very end #idk. this is still an extremely important shiv to me #this is a shiv that could both willingly have hibernian and also fucking despise hibernian even when hes literally a baby #like thats a baby why are you mad at a baby. come on #she is perfect #god i love shiv i love her so so much #look at her Please #Please lookj at shiv please #succession #art #fanart #succession fanart #shiv roy #siobhan roy #the nation #she very much thinks the absurd fashion standards for the megarich which have kind of atrophied into red white and blue bullshit #make her look like “a tired hooker” but she doesnt do her own makeup anyways she has a female servant do it #this is a shiv that hibernian could look at and immediately start trembling #SHIV

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shitouttabuck · 6 months

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i have dreams where i kiss you and it’s pink

buck/eddie | 6k | rated t

Once upon a time, Eddie Diaz was a little boy in El Paso whose abuela read him fairy tales and told him if he was brave and kind and generous, he’d find a beautiful princess to live happily ever after with. The thirty-three year old Eddie Diaz in Los Angeles hasn’t thought about princesses in a hot sec, because his own kid preferred dinosaurs, and anyway, if he’s ever indulging in fantasies of happily ever after? It’s not with a princess. Not even close.

or, jee-yun buckley-han’s third birthday party is in dire need of some fairy tale magic and buck’s attempt to save the day might just be the thing that finally kills eddie

#hello this is face painting eddie and sparkly makeup buck #every time ive posted recently ive tagged “crack treated seriously” and like. im waist-deep in crack it's all i know now #911 fic #buddie fic #911 #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #nina writes #mine

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navnae · 1 year

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After a long day of performing on stage Eddie always come home extremely tired and he never has enough energy to wipe of his makeup. When Steve sees Eddie laying in bed sleeping with his eyeliner and a little bit of eyeshadow along with a little bit of lip gloss. Steve knew that Eddie would be a goner as soon as he hit the front door, so Steve took it upon himself to take out some of his makeup wipes that he carries with him every time Eddie goes on tour. With a few wipes in his hand Steve sat on the side of the bed and faces towards Eddie who was sleeping peacefully like he always did. Steve smiled softly before taking his hand and placing it under Eddie’s chin to angle his face towards him. Light snores escaped Eddie’s lips by the little bit of movement that Steve was making and it was the cutest thing. Steve took his other hand with the wipe then gently started to wipe the eyeshadow off of Eddie’s eyelids before lightly angling the wipe and he was somewhat able to wipe away a little bit of the eyeliner that he was able to reach. A few seconds of wiping made Eddie shuffle around under Steve’s touch before his eyes slowly opened and he looked at Steve with confusion.

“Stevie?” Eddie said softly as he adjusted his eyes. It didn’t take long for him realize what was going on on eve he saw the wipes in Steve’s hand. Steve smiled before kissing Eddie’s forehead and softly brushing his bangs to the side.

“I’m just wiping off your makeup for you, baby. I’ll be done soon so you can go back to sleep.” Steve said sweetly. Eddie hummed before closing his eyes and Steve continued with getting the makeup off of Eddie’s eyes. He even took the wipe and rubbed it against Eddie’s lips to get off the light lipgloss he was wearing.

When Steve got done with everything he started to get himself ready for bed like usual and join Eddie a few minutes later. As he got into bed, Eddie was already throwing his arms around Steve’s waist as if he was going to run away in an instant. Steve laughed lightly then wrapped his arms around Eddie and they started to cuddle.

“Thank you.” Eddie mumbled against Steve’s chest. Steve smiled to himself and gave Eddie a tight squeeze.

“You’re welcome.” Steve responded. Eddie tilted his head slightly to look up at Steve.

“You really didn’t have to you know.” Eddie felt a little guilty that Steve went out of his way to wipe his makeup off but little did he know that Steve didn’t mind it at all.

“I know but I know you better than you know yourself and you would’ve regretted keeping it on in the morning.” Steve joked and he earned an eye roll from Eddie but he still laughed in the process. He couldn’t deny that besides Wayne, Steve definitely knew more about him than he liked to admit. Eddie moved closer to Steve and held him even tighter than before.

They shared a few kisses and goodnights then went to sleep. Eddie had to be on the road early in the morning so having these sweet moments with Steve from time to time was such a blessing.

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engie-ivy · 4 months

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Merry Christmas everyone!🎄

1365 words.

“Well, I've never decided that I wanted to stop seeing him!” Hope says defensively, crossing her arms over her chest. “That he's no longer a part of your life doesn't mean he should no longer be a part of mine.”

“He's my ex!” Remus exclaims. “You're my mother! That's exactly what it means!”

Wonderful Once Upon a Time

Make It To Christmas - Alessia Cara

“Well, well, well. Who do we have here?”

Hope Lupin freezes from where she had been sneaking into the house. No, not sneaking. It's her own house after all. Just walking. Inconspicuously. Without making any sound. Trying to not get noticed.

The last part clearly didn't work, as Remus is sitting at the kitchen table, arms crossed over his chest, giving his mother a stern, but also slightly smug, look.

“Remus!” Hope says, just a tad too high-pitched. “Oh my, you startled me.” She lets out a very unconvincing laugh.

Remus just arches an eyebrow. “Where have you been?”

“Oh,” Hope says, trying (and most likely failing) to sound casual. “I was just visiting your auntie Joy.”

“Is that so?” Remus asks slowly.”How strange. Auntie Joy called about an hour ago to tell you she isn't making the Christmas pudding this year. Now, why would she call here to talk to you while you're over there?”

Hope makes an awkward chuckling sound. “Did I say aunt Joy? Silly me, I meant aunt Faith!”

“Oh,” Remus says in a light voice that really should've alarmed her. “How did you like her big Christmas tree?”

“Oh, yes, it's lovely, very lovely,” Hope replies quickly.

“Ahha!” Remus points his finger at her. “Auntie Faith doesn't have a Christmas tree this year, as she's afraid the cat is going to climb it.”

Hope curses inwardly as Remus gets up from his chair and walks over to her, looking at her intently. Hope tries not to squirm under his gaze.

“I ask you again,” Remus says emphatically. “Where have you been?”

Before Hope can answer, Remus’ gaze shifts down for a moment and he notices the package in Hope's bag. His eyes narrow. “Are those… Rosemerta’s cookies?”

Damn Rosemerta for always giving Hope some cookies to take home, and damn herself for being too weak to resist!

“You've had lunch at The Three Balls of Holly,” Remus concludes. Then his eyes widen in shock. “Mother,” he hisses. “Are you having an affair?”

“Yes,” Hope immediately says. “You've caught me. I was out on a clandestine rendez-vous with my secret lover behind your father's back!”

Remus stares at her for a moment and then shakes his head. “Okay, so it's clearly not that. Now tell me where you really were.”

Hope gives up, and decides to come clean. She sighs in defeat. “I was out for lunch with Sirius.”

“What?!” Remus gasps.

“He's my ex!” Remus exclaims. “You're my mother! That's exactly what it means!”

“Come on, darling,” Hope says appeasingly. “You know I've always been very fond of the boy.”

Remus doesn't look the slightest bit appeased.

Hope makes herself a cup of tea, with Remus sitting back down at the kitchen table, with a sour look on his face, moping. She sits down across from him and stirs her tea, waiting patiently.

She doesn't have to wait long.

“So,” Remus eventually says reluctantly. “Sirius is back in town, huh?”

“He is,” Hope only replies.

Remus groans in frustration, and forces the next words out. “How was he?”

“Good,” Hope decides to stop teasing him and starts to talk. “He finished art school before the summer, and then spent some months working in New York, building a clientèle, before only recently coming back to town. He seemed well. Still very handsome.” She takes a sip from her tea before adding “And still single.”

“Mum!” Remus warns.

Another silence falls, during which Hope, again, waits patiently.

“Did he…” Remus begins hesitantly after a moment. “Did he say anything about me?”

Hope looks at her son fondly. “Darling, do you really think that Sirius could go and have lunch with your mother and not talk about you?” She giggles. “I was teasing the poor dear-” maybe she does that a bit too often, now that she thinks about it “-and I started telling him all about your father's bad knee, to see how long he would last. He made it an impressive five minutes, before blurting out ‘how's Remus?’ right in the middle of my sentence.” She shakes her head, smiling. “When I told him you now work at the local school, he said he could easily imagine you as a teacher.”

Remus also smiles. “Just like I can easily imagine him in his own art studio, surrounded by his paintings.”

“Oh,” Hope says. “I didn't tell you! You know Mr Kettleburn’s old cottage, in the woods at the edge of town? The one that hasn't been used in almost a year? Well, Sirius bought it! He's going to turn it into his workplace, a calming place for him to paint. Of course our town doesn't quite have the art scene New York has, or much of a market to sell art, but Sirius says he just doesn't feel the inspiration he feels here when he's in the city. He hopes that with the name he has already made and the clientèle he has already built, he'll be able to sell his paintings from here.”

Remus stares at her. “Huh. So Sirius is staying in town.”

Hope tilts her head. “Does that surprise you?”

Remus shrugs. “I guess I just always thought he would either accept that job as Creative Director at his family's company and travel the world meeting interesting, important people, or open up some fancy art gallery in some trendy, artsy neighborhood in New York, or maybe travel to all the major art capitals of the world showcasing his work… I always thought that this small town simply wouldn't be enough for him.”

“Sirius has always been very clear about that,” Hope says gently. “He has always told you that he loves this place, that it feels like home. That this town, his paintings, you, are all he needs.”

“Yeah,” Remus says. “But I always thought he was just saying that, y’know? I was…"

“You were listening to your own fears and anxieties, instead of listening to him,” Hope finishes for him.

Remus rubs his temples. “I really fucked up when it comes to Sirius, didn't I?”

Hope purses her lips. “I certainly wouldn't use that language,” she says. “But yes, I do believe the way you pushed Sirius away was a mistake. But,” she adds in a softer tone. “Sometimes mistakes can be fixed.”

“Right,” Remus says bitterly, averting his eyes. “Like Sirius would ever want to talk to me again after what I did to him.”

Hope holds back a groan of frustration.

Like Sirius would ever want to stay in a place like this. Like Sirius would ever want to talk to me again.

“Well,” she says coolly, crossing her arms over her chest. “If you still haven't learned your lesson about deciding for Sirius what he does and does not want based on your own insecurities rather than talking to him and listening to what he's actually saying, then yes, it's better if you just leave the poor boy alone.”

Remus closes his eyes for a moment. “I really am doing it again, aren't I? I'm sorry. I just…"

“He really misses you, Remus,” Hope says, reaching out and taking her son’s hand. “And I know you miss him too. Sweetheart, everybody makes mistakes, and that's okay.” She squeezes his hand. “Especially if you learn from those mistakes and don't make the same mistakes twice.”

Remus gives her a small smile. “I suppose I could talk to him some time. Especially now that he's gonna be around for the foreseeable future.”

Hope smiles back at him. “That's good to hear, darling.” She gets up from her chair, places her cup in the sink, and walks over to the kitchen door, before turning around in the door opening and adding “Because I invited him over for Christmas brunch tomorrow.”

Remus jerks his head up and stares at her wide-eyed. “Mum!”

“Now excuse me,” Hope smiles innocently. “I've gotta go hang up some more mistletoe.”

“MUM!”

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addisonstars · 8 months

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“eyeliner makes everyone look hot”

written for day 12 of september for @jegulus-microfic with the prompt “makeup”

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“Sit still you little shit, you asked me to do this.” Regulus gets out as he straddles James' lap, with eyeliner in one hand and sparkly eyeshadow in the other.

James wriggles underneath him trying to escape out of Regulus’ hold. It’s no use though. Regulus presses the hand with the eyeshadow down on his chest, effectively forcing him to stay there.

“I did, I did.” James concedes, relaxing flat on his back in their bed. When James saw Reggie with makeup on for the first time- specifically the eyeliner- James had to pick his jaw up off the floor. There was little stopping him from shagging him right then and there except for the fact that Sirius was right there with them.

Regulus wearing makeup, like a little eyeliner here and some highlighter there, became a staple in his skincare regimen in the morning, and James had to work so hard to not drool. He eventually became used to it though. He asked this morning if Regulus wouldn't mind putting some on him, and all Regulus did was smile and nod, leading them to this predicament there.

“For the last time James, stay the fuck still I’m trying to get these wings even.” Regulus said, with his tongue poking out of his mouth in concentration. He wiggles his legs around James’ waist, getting more comfortable.

He feels the slight brush of the eyeliner pen on his eyelids, gliding back and forth. “If you would stop moving your hips like that, then maybe I could.” James says.

“Stop distracting me.” Regulus says as he leans back and squints, making sure the eyeliner was even. He sets it down on the nightstand next to the bed after he confirms they are. He then opens up the eyeshadow, rubbing a bit of it on his finger. “Close your eyes love.”

James happily complies, closing his lids with a smile. He never knew he could love the feeling of Regulus’ fingers sweeping back and forth over his eyelids, rubbing in glitter, but he does. He hears a bit of cluttering going around in the drawer in the nightstand, and Regulus pulls out a little handheld mirror.

“Open your eyes James.” Regulus says, and James complies.

He takes a good look at him in the mirror and whistles. “Thank you my dear Reg. I look absolutely stunning.” He pauses for a minute. “Well, I always look amazing, but with this extra little flair I look even better than normal.”

Regulus snickers, but his face goes red at the praise. “Don’t get your head stuck in your arse James.” He rolls his eyes. “But you do look handsome. I’d fuck you in a hearbeat if I saw you in a bar.”

James laughs, sitting up causing both him and Reggie to shift. He takes hold of Regulus’ hands, and then brings them down above his head, as James comes to straddle Reg, pushing Regulus back into the bed. “Luckily you can.” James whispers.

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watermelonlovershigh · 2 months

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Makeup💄/blurb/

AN: here's a little surprise blurb i've wrote. i hope you like this concept and enjoy reading. keep in mind the harry in this isn't our famous harry so any talks of his sexuality is fake for the story. it's also kinda short but still worth the read. xoxo

This stories contains: talks of breaking gender norms, talks of fluid sexuality, fluff

{ boyfriendrry - soft!harry - any harry era of your choice - au harry }

word count- 791

As Harry watches you do your makeup for a night out, he finally shares his desire to wear makeup too when you gently coax it out of him.

You were sitting at your vanity doing your makeup while your boyfriend Harry sat on the edge of the bed watching you. You were going out to a local club tonight and wanted to dress sexy for the occasion.

When you began to apply some silver glitter over the tops of your pink eyelids, you notice Harry shifting closer to you, as if he's really studying how you apply your products. You've noticed a few times now that when you're doing your makeup around Harry, he always watches you closely and you find it quite adorable.

But this time, as you glance to the side and look at your boyfriend, he seems nervous. Fiddling with his ringed fingers and moving his mouth like he's wanting to say something but can't find the words.

"Is something wrong, H?" you question carefully.

Harry hesitates before stuttering, "Um, it's just, um. Nevermind actually."

You stop doing your makeup completely so he has your undivided attention and take a wild guess as to what he's wanting to say, or more so, ask. "Harry, by any chance did you want me to put some makeup on you? Because if you did want to wear some, that's fine."

Relief washes over him when you guess correctly. For a while now Harry's had this want to try out and wear some makeup. Not everyday or just anywhere. But to the club or a party, he would fancy a little color and sparkle to his face. He's just been afraid to ask because he was scared you'd judge him.

Nodding his head, Harry replies, "Yes please."

His answer has a soft smile take over your face. You stand up from your vanity chair and walk over until you're stood in front of Harry's legs. "Baby, why didn't you tell me you wanted to wear some makeup? I wouldn't have cared. I think you'd look fantastic with a bit of shimmer on your eyes and rouge on your cheeks."

Looking up, Harry answers sadly, "It's just, I thought you'd judge me. I know anyone can wear makeup and it's not just for girls but, I didn't know if you thought that way. I only fancy wearin' some when we go out on the towns. Not everyday or anythin'."

"That's fine, Harry," you began, "I'd never judge you for wanting to wear makeup sometimes. And you're right, makeup is not just for the girls and the gays. Anyone can wear makeup if they want, okay."

Giggling, Harry says back, "Okay, but I am a little gay aren't I...."

You can't help but giggle back at his words. What he means is that his sexuality is fluid and he told you early on in your relationship that he wasn't straight. Harry was equally as nervous to disclose his sexaulity to you as he was minutes ago, admitting he would like to wear some makeup. But you knew him wanting to wear makeup had nothing to do with his sexuality. Unlike what stereotypes have you believe.

"Alright, go sit on my vanity chair and pick out what color of eyeshadow you want to wear. And pick out a glitter if you want a touch of that as well." Harry listens to your instructions and picks out the colors and shimmers he'd enjoy wearing tonight.

He chose a bright blue for his lids because he said it would pair well with his outfit. Then requested just a small dusting of your silver glitter to complement the blue shadow. You stood in front of Harry and he relaxed as you took your brushes and did your magic.

To pull this look together, you add a little mascara and some coal liner in his waterline. Then apply a clear lip gloss over his perfectly shaped lips. Harry struggled a bit when you applied the mascara, saying it felt like you were poking his eye out. And when you were finished, he kept blinking, not quit use to having eye makeup on.

"Okay, all done." you announce with a clap. "Did you want anything on your face like foundation or concealer or just this for now?"

Harry studies his face in the mirror ahead and decides, "This is all f'now. Wow, do I look stunnin'. Thank you, m'love. And thank you for not judgin' me."

Looking down at his face slightly, you reply, "Of course, H. I'd never judge you. You can wear all the makeup you want. Or if you ever fancy wearing a dress or heels, I'd never judge you for that either."

Smiling, Harry responds, "Only time I've ever had the desire to wear a dress and heels is maybe for a Halloween costume. But if that changes, I'll let you know."

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inklore · 2 years

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okay okay and "I'll always want to listen to you" with tom!! (love that you've included him on your list!!) 💕💕

adore you

pairing: tom grant x (f)reader warnings: minors dni, fluff fluff fluff, friends to lovers. etc: this is the first time i’m writing for this sweet boy and he had like ten seconds of screen time so his characterization is hella up to interpretation lmao.

“I’m sorry.” You frown, realize that you’ve spent the last hour rambling; getting lost in your own thoughts, letting all of the frustrations, happiness, excitement, eventful things that had happened to you within the day pour out of you like a stream of exasperation, declarations, gasps, and laughs.

Something that Tom was probably used to from you by now, but something you still felt bad about—getting lost in the stories you needed to get out, that you wanted to tell him. The first person you went to talk to about anything, everything.

It had been like that for the handful of years the two of you had been friends. Tom was always the ear you needed, the friend, the welcome hug, the first thought in your head when anything good or bad happened.

“You’re probably sick of me stealing the thunder of our conversations all the time.” You laugh, press your fingers to your lips nervously, pushing your back into the cushions of his couch a little more.

“No,” he shakes his head, smiling. Reaches out to pull your legs into his lap, pulling you closer to him. “I'll always want to listen to you.”

The small circle he’s rubbing into the side of your ankle makes your stomach flutter, cheeks burn from the smile on them. From the simple act of friendship, of kindness, that feels so much deeper than that in the pit of the organ that’s in your chest—keeping you alive.

You don’t remember when the crush had started, presented itself. Had shown its ugly face ready to ruin everything the two of you had built over the years; the perfect friendship, commitment in each other that went far past the normal understanding of being there for a friend, or being a listening ear, or a shoulder to cry on when it came to shitty breakups.

But ever since the feelings had slipped into your heart you can’t help but catch your breath every time your eyes meet from across a room, when you get put on the same workload and you get to spend a little extra time with him—to mostly goof off and throw things at each other, or sit on the floor and talk. Or after work when he all but drags you to his trailer to have dinner with him, watch his favorite show or film.

Stealing glances at him while his face lights up, while he laughed, smiled, poked fun at you.

Your stomach filled with those cheeky butterflies that made your entire chest feel warm and fingers tremble nervously—wanting to reach out and brush against his cheek, or hold his hand, the thought alone nerve ending, merciless to your insides.

It had been two years since his shitty breakup and there hasn't been anyone since. You’d hate to admit it but after the initial two month respite of it all, Tom had become more himself again. The Tom you knew before he was drained from an awful relationship, a Tom you never let yourself feel anything for because he was in a relationship, because these types of feelings were tricky, scary.

And now you couldn't run from them even if you tried.

If only you could tell him.

“What?” He asks, eyebrows pulled together as he gives you a questionably teasing look.

“What?”

“You’re staring,” he smirks.

“At you?”

“Mhm.” He presses his lips together, turns his attention back to the ankle he’s currently making feel too warm.

“You wish.”

“Oh, is that right?” He gives no warning when he grips your ankle hard, pulling both your feet into the crook of his arm to start tickling the bottoms of them.

“Tom! Stop!” Your shriek, cries, can be heard from miles away you’re sure as you try to kick out of his hold. A mute point that only pulls you closer to him, your butt almost in his lap.

“Admit it then!”

“Admit what?!”

“That you love staring at me,” he laughs.

You want to spit something smart at him but your body's fight or flight is making you want to throw slaps at him to get him off of you. “Fine!” Your breath is heavy in your lungs, exasperated. “I love staring at you!”

After he’s pulled away, let your feet drop back into his lap, he’s grinning at you. “I know. I like staring at you too.”

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