makeup artists meet

Don’t actually “Meet the Artist,” she’s a sweaty, awkward loudmouth who will probably go in for a hug when you try to shake hands and think about it for four days straight.

Not Shown: tissue packs, nail clippers, bobby and safety pins, wound gel (listen, I come prepared), prob a bag of chips or some snacks, a fuckton of receipts and trash (that I hoard for absolutely no reason), pens and mechanical pencils, a mini sketchbook, a Galaxy Tab and Wacom stylus, and a switchblade (for good luck).

Artist Not Shown To Scale.  Artist May Look Larger in Mirror.  Use Hazard Lights When Approaching.  Do Not Wash With Bleach.

i. so close

So this is the first request I’ve ever got. I hope you like it! feedback is always encouraged and appreciated, and please, please tell me if something isn’t right, as you know, english isn’t my first language and i write to improve it!

this will take a part 2 with smut but i didnt liked to ‘spoil’ the fluff lol

requests are open, feel free to send them in!!


You weren’t a princess. You were far, far from it. Your sister was. Everybody with two functional eyes saw that: while you were always in the shadows, she shone like a star, she looked like a swan. Once she entered a room, she filled it with her charm. You loved her, really. She was your sister, after all. But sometimes… sometimes you felt a poisonous seed growing in your tummy, feeding a beast that wanted to kill the source of light from your sister’s, that wanted to rob it and made it yours. You were okay with always being in the shadows, with being everybody’s second choice… but sometimes, you couldn’t help yourself from wishing you were not.

Especially when it came to Harry.

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Behind The Scenes part 1

Steve, Bucky

Summary: Bucky is an actor who’s just starting out. Steve is a makeup artist. They meet when they work on the same production and Bucky’s role requires him to have his body painted. Surely it’s hard to not become close if you have to stand half naked while someone paints on you everyday.

A/N: Based on this.

I don’t know if I want to make this a series, or just keep it as a one shot. On one hand, making it a series would give me the opportunity to explore this ‘verse more and develop Bucky’s and Steve’s characters, but on the other hand we all know that I can rarely keep a series good because I get bored easily. What do you guys think? Maybe I can add chapters when I feel like writing them, instead of forcing myself to write them? Any thoughts?

Edit: ^ Lol

[Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4[Part 5[Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 9.5] [Part 10] [Christmas Special

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Bucky knew that being an actor was hard, but being an actor at a small theater was even worse. It was almost always crowded, people were either too relaxed or too tense, they couldn’t always afford all the props they needed, and to top it all off, because they were all just starting out they had to spend more time trying to make everything perfect just in case someone big came to watch them.

It was all very stressful, and Bucky wouldn’t have it any other way.

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the space between us (chapter 9)

chapter title: no degree of hesitation
words: 2.2k
story summary: What’s a ladybug to do when her kitten becomes a cat?

previous chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

a/n: In which there are photoshoot shenanigans. (time for some ladrien! :D)

AO3 | FF


Marinette’s about to head back to the reception area to find her parents and tell them that she’s okay when Adrien stops her and squeezes her hand.

“Marinette—wait!”

“What is it, minou?”

Adrien rubs the back of his neck nervously and coughs.

“I just realized that we—uh…we didn’t do a bien joué kiss after defeating the akuma. I mean, I guess there wasn’t time, and people would have had questions, but—”

“Oh, mon chaton…I’m so sorry. How about we make up for that right now?” replies Marinette, eyes twinkling mischievously.

Adrien flushes. “I—” he starts, trailing off as she sidles up to him in a little dance of sorts, reaching her arms up to his neck and latching onto his shirt collar before pulling him down to her level.

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