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Bucky Barnes

~A~

Sup professor // Oh no it’s you ! // Hey it’s me again // What the hell Bucky ! (from @aescapisms ) [ALL COMPLETE]

Oh no, that’s bad (from @andyl394 ) [COMPLETE]

And they were roommate (8/?) (from @a-vvenger) [NOT COMPLETE]

~B~

Polyonymous (from @bubblebuckys) [COMPLETE]

Let you love me (from @barnesjamcs ) [COMPLETE]

Charcoal drawings (from @buckthegrump ) [COMPLETE]

Superheroes lol no (from @buckybarnesthehotshot ) [COMPLETE]

~C~

Promise (from @ceeellewrites) [COMPLETE]

Cop’s N Robbers (10/?) (from @crappyimagines) [NOT COMPLETE]

~D~

The fault in our fire (from @daffodilsbucky ) [COMPLETE] Not found anymore

Blue eyed babe 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11 (from @ddaengt) [COMPLETE]

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Blind date (from @ellie-scribble) [COMPLETE]

~H~

Wordepeddler (from @heli0s-writes ) [COMPLETE]

~J~

Wrong number (from @jstarswrites) [COMPLETE]

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Lost in a crowd (from @honeypiehotchner) [COMPLETE]

~M~

All in my head // Love by mistake // Lover of mine (from @mariah-vg ) [ALL COMPLETE]

Colors, crayons and mischief (from @mypassionsarenysins ) [COMPLETE]

Feelings you can’t deny // Secret confessions // Sure Jan // I hate everybody // Am I more than you bargained for yet ? (from @morsmordre-writes ) [ALL COMPLETE]

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Number neighbor // My, oh, my (from @ofstarsandvibranium ) [ALL COMPLETE]

~P~

The only one (from @parkersharthook ) [COMPLETE]

~Q~

Public’s eye (from @quietmyfearswith) [COMPLETE]

~S~

Puppy love (from @satanxklaus ) [DISCONTINUED]

Paws and Pins (from @starbxcks ) [COMPLETE]

Mais charmante (from @sunmoonandbucky ) [COMPLETE]

All the blind dates (from @supersoldierslover) [COMPLETE]

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Coffee, camera and kisses (from @turning-dreams-into-chaos ) [COMPLETE]

Words Left Unsaid (from @talesofsadhuman ) [COMPLETE]

~V~

Spy (from @vibraniumdaisies) [COMPLETE]

~Y~

New message (from @yikeswtfmate) [COMPLETE]

~W~

Goodnighgt n go (from @wintersoldierwhore) [COMPLETE]

Clint Barton

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I’ll make you coffee you’ll make me yours (from @mypassionsarenysins ) [COMPLETE]

Loki

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Lil’ Lockdown [COMPLETE] //Call me Cupid (from @instafic-for-readers)

Sebastian Stan

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Angel (from @instafic-for-readers) [COMPLETE]

Chris Hemsworth

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Bad question (from @instafic-for-readers) [COMPLETE]

Tom Hiddleston

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Wildflower (1/?) (from @aestheticallywinchester) [NOT COMPLETE]

~T~

My wild flower (2/?) (from @that-little-zebunny) [NOT COMPLETE]

Stucky

Three hearts in a tangle (9/?) (from @mariah-vg) [NOT COMPLETE]

Steve Rogers

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Hired (10/?) (from @cptn-sgrogers) [NOT COMPLETE]

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Three’s a crowd (from @evanstanwrites) [COMPLETE]

Thor

~G~

Weighty Issues (8/10) (from @godofplumsandthunder) [NOT COMPLETE]

Peter Parker

~S~

All the right moves (13/?) (from @shieldsecretbase) [NOT COMPLETE]

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thevodkadidthis · 3 years

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best friend’s brother

pairing: andy barber x reader

summary: although you knew it was cliché, you had a tiny crush on your best friend’s older brother in high school, and while you never truly got over it, you stopped waiting for something to happen. you definitely didn’t think that you would end up hooking up with him in your best friend’s house fifteen years after high school.

word count: 2.4k

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, swearing, minors DNI

“Thank you.” You said, politely as you stepped out of your Uber with your suitcase. Your best friend since kindergarten, Emily, had invited you to spend a week at her house. You both hadn’t seen each other in months, and you both wanted to catch up and spend time together.

You walked up to the front door and knocked. The street was completely quiet, except for the sound of owls hooting. Your flight had been delayed by a few hours, so it was now eight o’clock at night.

You heard some shuffling before the door started to open. Instead of seeing Emily, you saw a tall broad-shouldered man. After your initial shock, it took you a second to recognize the man. “Andy?” You asked, not believing your eyes.

Your gaze ran over his muscular build and chiseled jawline. “I haven’t seen you in forever. How are you?” He asked, pulling you into a quick hug. You tried to ignore the way your heart sped up when he touched you.

“I’ve been good. I wasn’t expecting to see you here.” You said, watching the way his eyes still sparkled. He reached out and grabbed your suitcase, effortlessly lifting it up. “Come in. I was just making dinner.” He invited you inside.

As you walked inside, you could smell the food cooking in the oven. “It’s smells amazing, Andy.” You followed him into the kitchen and took a seat at the island. You admired him as he stood across from you as he stirred the sauce that was on the stove. You had to admit, he looked hot while he was cooking.

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thevodkadidthis · 3 years

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They cracked me up! They really… they get me every time. I’m a big fan.

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thevodkadidthis · 4 years

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mkey i’m thirsty, giving mob!seb a blowjob whiles he is doing some paperwork and he’s really trying to focus on the paperwork but he cannot and ends up fucking reader soooo nice and rough

Hmm, i like

Okay so you want his attention

But he's drowning in paperwork but you don't care

You need your man and that's that.

So you make your way over to where he's sat on the couch in his study

You sit next to him and shamelessly palm him through his pants, whispering in his ear "I want you."

But he'd barely even spare you a proper glance

"Mhmm, I'm working baby. Later." he'd say, carelessly without looking away from his papers

But being the mob boss' very spoilt babygirl, you were used to always having your way. You hated hearing 'no' and you were very impatient.

So you did what you did best, you acted like a total brat.

You took off your oversized sweater; leaving you in just your thong. And you, very disrespectfully, threw the sweater at his face.

He sighed and closed his eyes for a second but still didn't look at you.

So you lean in and kiss his neck, while your hand palms him again and you can feel him starting to get hard.

Seb groans and turns to you, reaching out and grabbing your jaw firmly. "I said, later. Now behave." he'd whisper sternly against your lips

And you internally smirked because you were succeeding in getting him all worked up.

And since you weren't getting the attention you wanted, the brat in you surfaced.

You unbuckled his belt and slowly unzipped his pants while he groaned again, but didn't push you away.

He would never, you were his girl and he loved you more than anything. Which is why he put up with you.

You lower the waistband of his underwear and free his erected cock

You take him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and taking him as deep into your mouth as you could

You could hear him swear quietly

You'd alternate between sucking his cock and taking it out of your mouth and stroking it

You twirled your tongue around his tip and you could hear him moan under his breath.

And you knew you had him right where you wanted him

You bobbed your head up and down his cock and soon felt him twitch inside your mouth.

And moments later, he came all over your tongue; groaning and panting as he leaned back and watched you swallowed

You kissed your way up his body, lips lingering around his slightly exposed chest and back to his neck again.

He chuckled and gripped your jaw again.

"You're being a brat, you know that?" he'd ask, lust in his eyes.

And just to mess with him a little more you smirked and answered "I know."

He'd smirk and shake his head.

"Oh babygirl, then you also know what happens to brats?" he asked, and you smiled internally - knowing what this meant.

This meant that he'd fuck you hard and relentlessly.

Seb pulled you closer and kissed your open mouth carelessly

He pushed you down on the couch and flipped you around, pulling your hips up with your ass in the air

He'd toy with your wet folds and push into you rapidly from behind

He'd tug on your hair and probably even smack your ass while he rocks in and out of you

"This is all you wanted, huh? Disobeyed me and acted like a brat just so I fuck you like a whore, didn't you baby?"

He'd probably fuck you in that position for a bit before he pulls out, flips you around and pushes his cock back into you again.

He'd make you whimper and moan out loud while he uses you as he pleased

And this was all that you wanted from the beginning, and he knew it all too well.

Seb would wrap his hand around your throat and pin you down on the surface of the couch while he pounds into you incessantly

"My dirty, dirty little girl" he'd mumble against your lips while he fucks you, speeding up each time and each one of his thrust getting rougher than the last

He'd even spread your legs apart a little more so he can reach deeper into you; his cock stroking your walls so perfectly

And he feels so good, and you feel so full that your mind is a foggy mess and you forget everything else in that moment

All you can focus on is him, and the wild look in his eyes as he fucks you like he owns you while staring deep into your eyes.

Swb would moan and grunt right next to your ear, making you shiver each time you heard the sinful noises leave his mouth.

"Come on, cum for me. Cum for me now!" he'd growl, speeding up as he makes both of you cum hard; your walls clenching around him while he finishes right after you.

Your voice is strained as you moan loudly and Seb kisses your neck and your face to calm you down.

"Always know how to get me all worked up, don't you babygirl?"

You'd bite your lip and smile, sighing in content now that you got what you wanted finally.

"Now be a good girl, and go wait for me in the bedroom, alright?"

You'd look at the pile of paper on the coffee table and look back at him with a slightly confused look.

He'd chuckle, his voice low and enticing, and he'd lean in to brush his lips against yours, while his hand dips in between your legs again; touching your wet core and teasing your throbbing clit; making you squirm due to sensitivity

"What, you thought I was done with you, baby?"

a/n: it's almost 1 am and now I'm horny for mob!seb

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Happy Birthday, Bucky!🎂

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thevodkadidthis · 4 years

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Teacher’s Pet.

Professor!Seb x Reader HC.

Run-through: Professor Stan decides that his favorite student deserves a little treat.

Themes: age gap, smut, fluff, professor!seb

you had always liked him;

Mr. Stan, always so well dressed, and with that gorgeous smile on his face and his wise, soft, ocean blue eyes and just the right amount of facial hair.

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thevodkadidthis · 4 years

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Hickeys and Sharpies.

Pairing: Female!Reader x Professor!Sebastian. College AU. Warning(s): some light smut, cussing, age gap and fluff(?) Word Count: 2.2K words Summary: when a supposedly one-night stands ends up with a twist. Note: some 3am ideas came in mind, lmao. pardon me for being t h i s lame, hope you like this anyway!

Cursing for what felt like the hundredth time even though you just got up from bed, you quickly paced around the room to pick up the discarded clothes that are scattered on the floor. You glanced at the digital clock on the bedside table and frowned upon seeing that you are already a few minutes late for the first period.

Wearing nothing but your undergarments, you contemplated whether you should take a bath or run for class. Apparently, you still reek of alcohol, a bit of sweat and a bit of him. “Fuck it.” You muttered under your breath and went for the latter idea. You settled in wearing a printed over-sized shirt and denim pants, spraying a bit of perfume to try and hide the absence of a decent bath. You tried to comb your hair and fixed your appearance in front of the mirror. After a couple of attempts, you finally breathed a satisfied sigh and went on to attend the first period.

You didn’t want to be late, especially now that you are supposed to meet the new teacher for Linguistics. Throughout the trip to the campus, you couldn’t help but to visualize the things that had occurred the previous night, while trying not to mind the growing headache on both sides of your head.

Feeling reckless and adventurous, you and your friends decided to drink in a club that is a bit far from the dormitories, a bit far from the campus—to try and meet new people, and to try things out in other places. One of your friends recommended a certain place, and as you arrive at the front, you could already see the neon lights and other bright lights that seemed to shoot into the sky. You felt a wave of excitement in your gut as you entered the place; a crowd of dancing people drenched in sweat welcomed you, loud music boomed and reverberated from all places in the darkly-lit room. A friend immediately approached the bar and called all of you for a round of shots, tequila is always the best starter for a fun night, you thought, as you downed 3 shots of it. Quickly aiding the burn in your throat with a slice of lemon and salt that sits on the counter, you winced and closed your eyes as the familiar sensation caused by the alcohol slowly creep its way into your skin, and into your bones. Feeling a bit loosened up, you dragged one person from your group and headed to the center for a dance when one of your favorite songs plays. You swayed your hips and bobbed your head to the beat of the music. There were a couple of boys who started to dance around you yet you paid no mind, all of them looked wasted and shit-faced—you didn’t want that. After a couple of minutes, you approached the bar for another drink. Wiping the droplets of sweat that formed in your forehead, you asked the bartender for a tequila shot and fanned yourself using your hand to try and get some air.

“That dude right there wants to pay for your drink.” The bartender approached and handed you two shots of tequila, along with a slice of lemon and salt, like how you took it earlier. You glanced to the direction where he motioned and saw a man wearing black and tight sweater that obviously hugged his well-built body. You narrowed your eyes to try and get a better look, he certainly does not look like any college student. He was staring right back at you and raised his glass of beer, you mirrored his move and mouthed a thank you to him and drank the shot.

You entered the main entrance and checked for your schedule that’s in your phone, and started sprinting towards the room for your first class. Clearing your throat, you slowly opened the door in the back of the room and quietly settled into the seat on the farthest part of the room—however, everyone seemed to look at you despite of your efforts at trying to stay quiet upon entering the room, you even had your head down to pay some respect to the professor. Looking back at everyone, you couldn’t exactly decipher the expressions they have on their faces, they were simply looking, as if it’s the first time they encountered a student that is late for her class.

Then you stared at the front, where the professor stood, arms crossed on chest.

Jesus fucking Christ, you’ve got to be shitting me.

He didn’t try to stop the smirk that forms on his lips as he continues to stare at you, “Sorry I’m late, sir.”

“I was just discussing about the rules and regulations in the room, more specifically, how I do not encourage latecomers or tardy students.” He started to sit on the edge of his wooden table, your gaze dropped on his incredibly tight jeans that accentuates his thick thighs, your breath was caught on your throat because he knew where exactly you’re looking. “But I’m going to let you slide today, since you look like you had a rough night.” He continued, emphasizing the rough word and you felt your head spinning even more.

Everyone already stopped looking at you so you took that time to close your eyes and curse, again. Dropping your head low on the table, you mentally tried to remember the events again, as you try to come up with an explanation as to why you are stuck in a situation like this.

Once separated by a bar counter and a couple of tables, you and the stranger who bought you a drink somehow found a way to touch each other. You were suddenly back on the dance floor again, more loosened up than ever as you feel a pair of hands caressing your sides as he guides your hips and you just kept on swaying, you turned your back to him and danced harder, intentionally bumping your ass towards his groin and you heard how his breath got caught on his mouth, you smirked at him, feeling a bit more bold and confident, knowing you had that kind of effect over him. Reaching out to grasp a handful of your hair and tilting your head to the side, “Do you want to get out of here?” he asked and he didn’t need a verbal answer because you were already pulling his hand away and towards the exit.

You took out a notebook from your bag along with a black pen and started writing scribbles on the pages, momentarily looking up to the teacher and pretending to pay attention, but your mind is simply wandering away and into the memories from last night. You knew why his eyes always lingered on you longer, but you are always the one to break it off by drawing lines and odd shapes on your notes.

After a painfully long ride towards your dorm building, his impatience and growing desire was finally satiated as his lips crashed on you the moment your keys unlocked the front door. His hands were all over the place: one, it was placed on the back of your neck to press you more against him; two, he dragged it downwards to cup your breast; three, it was moving up and down on your sides while both of your tongues fight for dominance and power.

Deprived of air, he pulled away, and his eyes glistened with pure lust and desire under the dim lights of your room, “You’re wearing too much clothes.” He grunted, you pulled the hem of your dress upward and completely taking it off. He took a couple of seconds to stare at your body, drinking in your appearance.

You tried to pull his shirt away and you felt your thighs pressing against each other as you stare at his body, he had the most beautiful body you have ever seen and you knew you weren’t going to last long with him, you’d fall apart, almost immediately.

His lips found its way back to yours, with more force now and hunger, “I’ll make you feel so fucking good.”

Chewing on the other end of the pen, you looked outside and at the windows as you keep on reminiscing. You really tried to pay attention and to listen to him, but your gaze kept dropping on his smooth and pink lips, the way his arm muscles flexed whenever he raises it, and how he lick his lips from time to time while speaking in front of the class. Then, you remembered the bitten marks on your chest and a bit on your collarbones while you were wearing your bra and the shirt earlier. You kept on looking down at your groin as the vision of your physical connection flashes by in your mind.

It felt good to be on top of him while his hands grip on your hips tight, you swore it will bruise the day after but you didn’t mind. He felt good inside of you as he fills you up and you continue to pound into him, your fingers made its way to your bundle of nerves and started to touch yourself but he was quick to spot the move and he swat your hand away, replacing it with his own.

Go on, let it all out

Moan my name

Come on, baby, you’re doing so, so good

That’s right, keep on doing that, just like that

His deep voice whispered, grunted and moaned into your ear as you felt a familiar pressure forming in your abdomen. You were trying to keep your voice down, at minimal level, or else everyone residing on the same floor as you will know just how loud you are during sex. But he wasn’t helping at all, he wanted to hear you, and he was either muffling your moans with his full mouth kisses, or he is urging you to moan out loud.

After a couple of thrusts, praising and moans from him—you fell apart, with shaking legs and labored breathing, you reached your climax and he was still going in and out of you in a dangerously slow pace, riding out your orgasm, when his movement shifted and got too fast again, you knew he was chasing his own. You collapsed on top of him, the side of your face resting on his chest and you tried to recover, to grasp for air again, as he did the same. He assisted you and laid you down on the space beside him, you were about to clean up but he draped a blanket over you and snaked an arm right at your waist, it was a very comfortable feeling, a safe one even, despite of how he is just a stranger and you literally met each other a couple of hours ago.

He kissed one shoulder as he hug you from behind, “You did well tonight, darling. Sleep tight.”

The bell rang, signaling the end of the first period. You were quick to put your things away and shove them into your bag, ignoring the mess it would make on the inside of your bag, you didn’t care anymore, you just suddenly had the strong will to escape from this embarrassment.

“Miss? The one from the back.” You heard him call out, turning to his direction, you tried to know or to confirm if he was talking to you. And he was. With a sly smile on his face, “I need you to sign some papers here—attendance, since you were late.”

You swallowed hard, but continued to walk over him anyway.

You got into the wooden table and picked up the paper he was handing down, but you were surprised because it wasn’t a list of the class, there wasn’t any name printed on the sheet. It was a scratch paper, with words written in pencil.

Don’t go out yet, stay. Wait for the others to leave.

Your gaze immediately shot back to him but he was looking at the other students, bidding them goodbyes with the most polite smile he could ever give.

So you waited, until the last student got out.

“You didn’t send a text.” He started, with a hint of disappointment on his face.

Your mouth fell open, not quite sure what he meant, “What?”

He moved closer and reached out for your right arm, lifting the sleeve and exposing the skin on it. The way his fingers gripped you and how his skin felt hot against you sent shivers, but you looked at your own arm and you noticed the small numbers written with a sharpie.

“Oh.”

He smirked, “I’m surprised it’s still there, thought it got washed away.” He picked up his book and re-arranged the his stuff, “I could still smell the sex off of you.” Then it was followed by a chuckle, as he head towards the front door, about to exit.

“Call me when you want it to happen again, I’m Sebastian, by the way.” Were his last words before completely exiting the room, leaving you breathless and wide-eyed.

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thevodkadidthis · 4 years

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Pragma(tic)

Status: Completed

Pairing: Persephone!Bucky Barnes x Hades!Reader

Summary: In a world where the old gods never truly died, you must learn to navigate your way through the ups and downs of immortality. And if living forever wasn’t hard enough, an ancient evil is now threatening to break free after centuries of silence. And as if that still wasn’t hard enough for you, now a pesky and infuriatingly handsome god is trying to wedge his way into your life. Gods, work, love, and conflict—what more could a goddess need? [Hades & Persephone AU]

Parts

Prologue: The Gods Live

1: Her Morning Takes a Turn

2: He Becomes a Trespasser

3: Her Head Aches

4: His Mind Runs Wild

5: She Deals With a Pest

6: He Never Listens

7: Her Thoughts Conflict

8: He Gets Found Out (and a Phone Call)

9: The Past Comes Back to Haunt Her

10: She Sees the World in a New Light

11: She Takes a Stand

12: He Gets the Visit of His Life

13: She Makes a Confession

14: Her World is Shaken, Not Stirred

15: It’s Way Worse Than She Thought

16: He Feels His Heart Break

17: Though Mighty, She Falls

18: He Holds Her Close

19: She Almost Murders Someone

20: She Begs for a Promise

21: She Faces the End

22: She Unleashes Hell

23: Her Heart Betrays Her

24: She Mends a Body and a Heart

25: She Almost Murders Someone (Again)

Epilogue: The Gods Live On

Extras & Deleted Scenes

Series Playlist

Cast List

Author Input

The reasoning behind the title

Final Remarks

Inspired by Pragma(tic)

Banner by @notimetoblog

Moodboard by @notimetoblog

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Bonus:

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Seb + kisses

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Bucky Barnes in the Marvel Cinematic Universe (2011-2020)

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CHRIS EVANS as Ransom Drysdale in Knives Out (2019).

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THEY OWN ME

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VLOG Update.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Youtuber!Reader Warnings: light amount of cursing, other than that-- NONE. This is just a fic about domestic stuff with Evans. Word Count: 1.8K Summary: Viewers wants to know about how you do your make-up as well as the cosmetic products that you use/recommend, but you’ve thought about spicing things up by letting your boyfriend Chris do your make-up. Everything’s going to be fine… right? Note: Okay ya girl really made a fic about make-up despite NOT KNOWING anything about it, dumb bitch alert. Anyway, hope you like this bit. Requests are open!!!

“If I mess it up, don’t blame me, alright?” Chris uttered defensively since he already know what you were up to because you informed him beforehand with a text message. He just came home from a short walk with Dodger and he also grabbed you a coffee on his way home.

You giggled, “Relax, I think you’ll do well. You always stare at me when I apply make-up, so..” you replied to him, “Take it easy, it’s just make-up. It’s not like I’m going to meet your parents afterwards.” You tried to calm him down but he just laughed it off.

He stared at the make-up products that are laying on top of kitchen counter where you plan to shoot your vlog, “Wow, that’s a lot of stuff.” He exhaled, as if he was holding his breath the whole time. You laughed at him and caressed his cheek, “Wait, you’re allowed to tell me where it is for, right? This isn’t like one of those challenges where I guess the product and just apply it anywhere.” He asked.

You gave him a peck on the cheek, you appreciate how Chris supports you in what you do, he was always there for you along the journey of being a Youtuber. You also appreciate how he plugs your new video upload on his Twitter account, even though he wasn’t there in the clip itself. “All I’m saying is the name of the make-up, that’s all. You’ll have to figure out where it is for, and like, how much you need to apply.”

“Alright, I’m down.” He agreed, as he reach for the concealer and inspected it. You headed to where the camera is and clicked on the button to start recording.

“Ready?” you asked him and he nodded with a smile on his face.

“Heywhat’supeveryoneit’smeagain, your girl, Y/N.” you started right off the bat with your usual introduction which always made Chris giggle, “Today, I’m here with Chris Evans and we’re going to do a make-up vlog today.”

You motioned to him and he looked at the camera to wave, “Hello, I don’t know why she introduced me like that, she can just simply call me her boyfriend or whatever.” You playfully smacked his arm right after he said that, which made the both of you laugh, “Also, I’m being held as a hostage—send help.” He continued and you only shook your head sideways as you chuckle. Vlogs with Chris will never be serious since he will always try to crack some jokes.

“So a lot of you kept on asking about my make-up, like the products I use and what I would recommend. Honestly,” you glanced at the products laid on the counter, “I think I use the usual products, like the really common stuff. But let’s get started!”

You sat down on the bar stool and Chris mirrored your movement, grabbing a chair for his own as well. You are now facing each other, Chris couldn’t wipe away the smirk from his face, “I honestly don’t know what I’m doing right now, how do I even start this shit?” he kept on laughing to himself.

“I usually apply a primer first but since I will be washing the make-up off right after, I’ll just skip to foundation. Right there, babe.” You pointed at the small bottle of foundation, he picked it up and showed it to the camera/audience expertly, copying the ones that he usually sees on make-up videos.

“That’s a lot of brush, babe. Can I just use my hands?” he asked and you shook your head, you pointed at the beauty sponge that’s sitting beside the brushes, “Use that.”

“Okay, this is very liquid-y. Is this like a forehead make-up, or specific on the cheeks—oh wait, you use this on your whole face. Got it.” He started talking to himself by that point and you were close to questioning if this is a great idea for a video, but you trusted him anyways. You closed your eyes when his hand started to approach your face, you felt the gentle touch of the sponge as well as the cold liquid foundation. He covered all of your face with it so you started to relax and thought that maybe he really knows what to do now.

However, when you opened your eyes and stared at your appearance on the camera, your eyes literally grew wide in shock. The foundation was the same shade as your skin tone but it was applied unevenly, some spots on your face has a heavier amount of foundation while the rest are light. “Babe!” you exclaimed right after having a full inspection.

“What? You look good, don’t worry I got this.” His words were definitely laced with confidence now, far from his fearful look earlier, thinking he could mess it up and you’ll get mad. “Okay, how about this, what if,” he places the sponge and the bottle of foundation on the table and faced you, “what if you close your eyes for the whole time while I apply your make-up? Judge it right after.” He suggested.

Your mouth fell open and you stared at the camera, looking dumbfounded, “Wow, this vlog really took a turn.” You could only say.

He laughed at that, a full belly laugh, the ones where his eyes are closed shut and his mouth were wide open, “What? That could work. Come on, close your eyes.”

You did close your eyes, then you started hearing him picking up some products from the counter.

“This one’s a small make-up, like it has small rectangles. See that?” he muttered, your eyes were still shut but you could imagine him talking to the camera, trying to give a review or opinion on your make-up. “So I’m guessing this is for the eyes, like an eye make-up. And for that,” he stayed quiet for a second, “it needs a small brush. I still don’t know if this is right but it’s okay, Y/N will judge afterwards.”

You felt a brush lightly touching your eyelids and you could only pray silently about the color he picked for your eyes. “Wow, lookin’ good!” he praised, you don’t know whether it was you who looks good, or his skills.

“This is a huge circle for a make-up, so I’m guessing this goes on the cheeks…. right?”

“Since it’s for the cheeks, this needs a huge, huge brush.”

He continued talking to himself, and you could only scrunch your nose when the large brush touched your nostrils. You felt ticklish but he still continued, he did say it was only for the cheeks but then he also tapped on your forehead and on the bridge of your nose.

“I think that’s it? Yeah, I had it all covered, right?” he started talking again as you heard a palette being placed back on the counter.

You heard him sigh, feeling his breath on the top of your head as you felt him near you. “I think I did a good job! She’ll love this look, I swear. And for the lipstick..” his trail went off again so you only imagined him looking at the lip products that you own.

“Y/N looks good every damn time with this lipstick, so I guess this is what I’ll be using.” He said and you immediately know that it was the lipstick that he loves. “Open your mouth, babe.” He instructed and then your mouth parted, with the way the lipstick was stroking on your lips says that he doesn’t really know how to apply lipstick, you let him finish his work anyway.

“God, I can’t wait to kiss you after filming this. You look really good with this stuff, I’m amazed.” You only smirked on his comment, thinking of showering his face with kisses since you’re wearing the lipstick that he likes the most.

“All done!” he announced, and you were really scared to open your eyes, to see your appearance on the camera.

“Babe.” He was laughing.

You opened your eyes and slowly turned your head to where the camera was, checking your face and the make-up that Chris did. “Jesus Christ.”

Chris started to laugh really loud at your reaction. You didn’t know if you should laugh it off or cry in the corner. Your eyelids were violet, the way it was applied is that it reached right beneath your eyebrows. Your blush, contour and highlight is a mixture of dark pink and dark brown that was topped off with glitters. It covered your whole cheeks which made you look like someone picked up a fight with you and managed to punch you both on the cheeks.

“Chris! What have you done!” there was a shock and mixed emotions in your voice but Chris only laughed even more at it.

“Babe, that’s art! It’s a masterpiece. My masterpiece.” He kept on praising himself as he continues to laugh, as tears slowly form on the side of his eyes, his face were all red now and he tried to wipe his eyes.

“It looked like someone punched me right on the face!” you exclaimed and moved away from the camera, attempting to throw the bar stool on him.

“Oh, my god. You’re right!” he laughed even harder at your annoyed expression, making it look like you really had a fist fight.

You faced the camera again, “Okay, as you can see already. This is the result of Chris’ masterpiece.” You emphasized on the masterpiece by quoting mid-air with your index and middle finger.

“That would be all for 50$, miss.” Chris told you when he stood by your side to properly end the video.

You gave him a disgusted look which only made him smirk, “That’s the end of the video, make sure to like and subscribe to my channel, guys!” you made a thumbs up hand sign and Chris did the same thing.

“For the next video, I’ll do a make-up vlog again but this time, I’m doing Chris’ make-up, along with acrylics and even a bonnet, and also hoop earrings. Like the ones in Twitter.” You tried to joke but then Chris turned his head immediately to you but your gaze remained on the camera.

“What?”

“What?” you mimicked him, “Alright! That’s all for today, thank you for watching I’m going to shave my boyfriend’s head now I swear to God.”

You approached the camera again and pressed on the stop button, and then you got right back on the counter to tidy things up and clean your brushes and the sponge. Chris was only staring at you as he stands on the door, crossed arms.

You gave him a look, “What?”

“Babe..” he called out, looking like he’s trying to stop himself from laughing since he just recovered from the last one. “… who hurt you?” that was when he snapped and started laughing all over again.

“CHRISTOPHER I SWEAR YOU’LL SLEEP ON THE COUCH TONIGHT.” You shouted at him but it did nothing on him, as he kept laughing even more.

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