#makeup fic

[mugloversonly]

The shampoo in the shower is wrong. So is the conditioner. And the body wash. None of it is familiar, none of it feels like home, none of

steve pov He felt the pull at the same point every night. As soon as he'd managed to get himself into the shower, he thought about him. H

@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.

~~~

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

[yespumpkindoodlesthings]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Thor (Movies), Captain America (Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Darcy Lewis/Brock Rumlow Characters: Darcy Lewis, Brock Rumlow, Jane Foster, Thor Additional Tags: Darcy Lewis is a Youtube makeup celebrity, Brock doesn't know, But his sister is a fan, Darcy has one of those channel names you pick on a lark and then become famous for, TripleAgent!Rumlow Series: Part 43 of Taserbones Tumblr Prompts & Tiny (Adorkable) Fics Summary:

Darcy tries to keep her secret identity--Youtube makeup celebrity--hidden at work. People at SHIELD don't take makeup seriously. But Brock Rumlow's sister is a huge fan.

[yespumpkindoodlesthings]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Thor (Movies), Captain America (Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Darcy Lewis/Brock Rumlow Characters: Darcy Lewis, Brock Rumlow, Jane Foster, Thor Additional Tags: Darcy Lewis is a Youtube makeup celebrity, Brock doesn't know, But his sister is a fan, Darcy has one of those channel names you pick on a lark and then become famous for Series: Part 44 of Taserbones Tumblr Prompts & Tiny (Adorkable) Fics Summary:

Darcy tries to keep her secret identity--Youtube makeup celebrity--hidden at work. People at SHIELD don't take makeup seriously. But Brock Rumlow's sister is a huge fan.

[quietlysatan]

31 Days Of Happy Holidays!!

Since Tumblr @staff are dicks you get two posts in one day!!

Day Seventeen’s Link: Happy Holidays!!

Favorite Quote(s): “It’s only been a year for you, hasn’t it? Since the fire,” he said as he thought it, and immediately wished he could take it back when Peter spun to face him,

or this one

Chris hadn’t realized how dull everything around him had become, he’d been living with it for so long.

or this one

“Guess I’ll just have to eat you instead.”

And yes, goddammit, Chris’s blood did heat at that, in memory and in anticipation, but he was terrified of pushing this thing between them, whatever it was now, too far, too fast. “Why don’t we just order something instead?”

(I’m gonna write a full review for this soon, I can feel it)

Warning(s): This is a “They broke up for a good if tragic reason, but everything is going to be okay now” fic, so, that. Mentions of The Hale Fire, Peter’s feral-ness, I almost cried, but like, good tears bro, good tears

Word Count: Like a tiny bit more than 5,500 words

Pairing(s): Chris Argent/Peter Hale 

Enjoy the next 16 days of happy holidays with random, but amazing fics hand selected by me as the very best. Ever fic with the tag #Satan has great taste in: The Happy Holidays is rated at 13, the highest number I actually score fics(Unless their in my top 3 list, which is different)

Gif of the fic:

and

[scrapmom2112]

Is This The End?

Prompt: I'd just like a Making Up After a Big Fight fic. You can include the fight itself if you want, but I mostly want them making up. There can be a lot of clinging to each other and kissing through tears and bone-deep relief. Like, each of them were worried the other would break up with them. That kind of epic fight. (Not caused by cheating or anything like that, please.) I want them to talk and I also want them to be desperate for each other and all fluffy. This came from prompt-a-klainefic on tumblr. Part 1 of 3 Chapter 1 The Blowup Blaine had been living back at the loft for months now and everything was going well. They had made a conscious effort to talk about everything no matter what, and Blaine changed his classes so they both were doing their own thing, with the exception of one class. And he even gave Kurt some uninterrupted time when they were home, choosing to take a walk or go for a run if he noticed Kurt was getting anxious. But today they'd overslept and were both rushing around, complaining about how late they were. Kurt blamed Blaine for their oversleeping because he'd specifically asked him last night to make sure their alarm was set. His entire day went downhill from there. He did end up being late for his first class and missed a pop quiz and then Blaine got the highest grade in their only shared class, which just pissed Kurt off even more. He was usually so supportive but today he couldn't even bring himself to smile at Blaine who was apparently the teachers pet now the way she went on and on about how wonderful his rendition of At Last. He is usually happy with his job at Vogue too but the big boss was in town and it made everyone on edge and stressed Kurt out even more. So by the time he was on his way home, he was exhausted and pissed off beyond belief. All he wanted to do was take a hot bath and go to bed. He definitely didn't feel like dealing with his "perfect" fiancé tonight but instead of texting Blaine and warning him, he just stormed into the loft and slammed the door, as much as you can slam a sliding door. Blaine was nowhere in sight, and as much as he hated to admit it, he was glad. His joy was short lived though when he heard Blaine's voice coming from the kitchen. "Babe, is that you?" He seemed to be quite perky tonight, which made Kurt's anger boil even more. "Who else would it be?" He growled slipping his shoes and jacket off. Blaine peeked his head around with a big smile on his face. "Bad day?" He asked, oblivious to the anger burning inside of Kurt. He turned back to his task and if Kurt had been rational at that moment, he might have realized that Blaine was in the process of making his favorite meal, but Kurt was beyond pissed and could only see red. When he let out a humorless laugh, Blaine turned back around, a tentative look in his eyes. "You want to talk about it?" Blaine asked, his voice usually soothing to Kurt now just made him want to scream. "I made dinner. We can sit down and eat and you can tell me what's bothering you. Sound good?" "I'd rather claw my own eyes out." Kurt hissed, making Blaine spin around quickly. "And it's you, since you want to know so badly." "Oh, one of those days. Ok." Blaine sighed and turned off the oven and the stoves. "I'll just grab my coat and take a walk. Give you some alone time, ok?" He said, his face softening and he tried to smile encouragingly. "And what's me?" He asked, not sure what Kurt's last comment meant. "YOU. You are what's bothering me. You make me late for one class, show me up in another and you're always here, getting on my freaking nerves when I just want to be left alone." Kurt was almost out of breath by the end of his rant and he was too blind to see the hurt that crossed his fiancés face. Blaine took a step back as if he'd been slapped. He knew he'd made a mistake this morning when he though he'd hit snooze and accidentally turned the alarm off, which is why he had come home and fixed Kurt's favorite dinner. He'd also run him a hot bath, knowing Kurt would want to soak after his long day, but he'd never expected this. Kurt continued to glare at Blaine as he backed up toward the bedroom. He was trying to hold it together but inside, he was dying. All the insecurities he'd had when moving here all came rushing back and his hands started shaking as he reached for his coat. "I'll let you have some alone time." He said gently as he walked past Kurt, who still hadn't moved but continued to glare at him. He knew how Kurt could get sometimes and granted, this was the worst he'd ever seen him, but he knew he needed to keep quiet and not start an argument. "I'll be back later, ok?" He said turning around to look at Kurt once he'd opened the door. "No, don't bother coming back." Kurt said, pushing Blaine's chest, making him stumble backward. "I'm done." Kurt said in a cold voice before closing the door. Blaine's felt a cold shiver down his back when he heard the lock slide in place. It sounded so final. He stood there and just stared at the door wondering what the hell just happened. Blaine wasn't sure how long he stood there and stared at the door, willing it to open and for Kurt to tell him it was all a joke, but that didn't happen. Blaine knew Kurt well enough to know if he didn't leave and give him the time he needed, things would get a lot worse, so he turned around and went for a walk. He wandered around for about 3 hours then decided to get himself some coffee. He decided to text Kurt and see if he wanted him to bring back coffee. Hopefully he'd calmed down enough that they could talk, but when Blaine texted Kurt, he didn't get a response. So Blaine stayed where he was and had coffee alone. It was pretty cold and Blaine knew he should head back home but he usually waited to hear from Kurt before he returned, so Kurt didn't feel like Blaine was crowding him. After 30 minutes of silence, Blaine called Kurt, but his call went straight to voicemail. His insides were churning and his chest hurt. The last time Kurt had been this mad at him was after his stupid mistake last year. Since they'd gotten back together, things had been going well. Did Kurt really want him to not come back? This reality hit him like a ton of bricks. He suddenly couldn't breathe and started gasping for breath. He didn't realize tears were streaming down his face until the barista came over and put her hand on his shoulder and asked if he was alright. She looked so concerned, it knocked him out of his panic. "S-sorry, yeah, yes. I'm fine." He mumbled before stunning out the door and into the street. The cold air hit him hard, causing him to draw in a deep breath. He leaned a hand on the brick to steady himself and waited a minute for his breathing to calm down. What was he going to do? Should he go back to the loft or go to Sam's and crash? His thought were swirling around making him actually dizzy. That, combined with his uneven breathing caused his vision to go black and suddenly he was falling.

[gaydaryl]

i can’t believe makeup fic louis is literally real 

[gaydaryl]

when will louis make a youtube channel for beauty tutorials and recreate these edits i made (submitted by thearcherboy)

[itsylouis]

Woke up today without a headache so I was finally able to read We Could Be Stars and I wish I was exaggerating when I say I cried from start to finish. alphys you wrote such an incredible story that I will read over and over again. Thank you for providing me with makeup Louis you major nerd.

@eyelinerfic