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[nekoannie-chan]

Masterlist of reblogged authors during 2022 T-Z

This is the list of the writers that I reblogged during this year 2022 in alphabetical order. Unfortunately, some blogs no longer exist, so they were not included.

@theycallmebecca Masterlist

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[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Worry- Matthew Crawley

Pairing: Matthew Crawley x Reader

Characters: Matthew Crawley

Warnings: N/A

Request: @vanillabqrnes - Hi thee I was wondering if I could have a Matthew Crawley x reader were she is pregnant with his child and he’s really protective/ possessive around her?

Word Count: 569

Author: Charlotte

You had been encouraged from a young age to marry well and find love from there, not the other way around. Your father had arranged your marriage to Matthew and when you met, there wasn’t an initial spark but with time you had gotten to get to know one another, and you did begin to love him. The two of you had a house with land and servants, and there wasn’t a care in the world, at least not until you had been wed for three months and found out you were pregnant.

It had never been a question whether you would have children, it was just when. You had hoped you’d have some time to build your lives together before a child was added to the equation, but you accepted the change in plan and hoped for things to work out. Matthew was excited to have a child with you, but he changed a lot after he found out about the pregnancy.

He only wanted what was best for you and your child, but it took control of him, and he was desperate to make sure nothing bad happened to either of you. It was an out-of-control protection, leaving you barely able to think for yourself, let alone do anything without him panicking that somehow it would lead to harm to you or the baby. You appreciated that he cared but it was becoming tedious.

You started keeping things to yourself, not wanting to worry him more and just holding onto the belief that he would go back to the man you married once you gave birth.

As your due date was nearing, you realised something wasn’t quite right. You were beginning to feel intense cramps in your abdomen but with whatever it was, you didn’t want to let on to an issue with Matthew as it would only result in causing him far more stress. The pains came and went at regular intervals, but you tried to keep them hidden from those around you.

You were sat stitching onto a blanket for the baby’s nursery when the pains hit you again. A groan escaped you, instantly snapping your husband’s attention to you. In an instant he rushed to your side, fear and concern within his eyes.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“They’re just active today,” you winced, trying to smile to him but it was impossible to not show the pain on your face.

Matthew could tell that you were lying instantly. “How long have you been in pain?”

“Since last night,” you admitted.

He let out a huff, more of frustration than anything more, as he rushed to the cord that he pulled to call for a servant to meet you both in the room.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He demanded.

“I didn’t want to worry you,” you said. “I’m sorry.”

He returned to your side, crouching down beside you, cupping your cheek in his hand.

“You needn’t apologise to me. I do worry about you both and that is why we are going to call for Dr Clarkson straight away to make sure that you are both fine.”

With his assistance, you managed to reach your feet, just as one of the maid’s appeared in the doorway, ready to be sent to make the call, whilst your husband helped you up to your bed, ready for whatever the doctor needed to do for you.

[vanessagib]

Hey I just read your latest post ‘the day all hope died’ and I was wondering if you were going to do a part 2 and if you are you could do one were the reader moves on so it’s not necessarily a happy ending

I’m starting to become convinced to make a part two.. a lot of people are giving me amazingggg ideas so i may take them and combined it? i don’t know if it would be a angsty or happy ending i might make it neither and just leave it neutral but i think right now my thoughts of the ending will be slightly happy… who knows. and thank you so very much for reading i’m super glad you enjoyed it and are interested for a second part!!

[lilxberry]

Never Been Better - Daniel LaRusso(1984)*

Requested by: @vanillabqrnes​

Synopsis;

After Daniel wins the All Valley tournament, he and his girl celebrates by themselves after a quick meal with his mom and Mr Miyagi with a drive and a little extra on the side.

Warnings: SMUT! Language.

Words: 2,461

Pairings: Daniel LaRusso (’84) x Reader (female)

(A/N: The requester had no specific plot in mind and so I went with what I thought worked best for the time being.)

(A/N 2: I swear my writing has gone way downhill since I’ve not really had any time to write so I’m so sorry if this is shit lmao.)

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“I’m so proud of you,” you said to Daniel once more as you pecked his check.

He smiled all giddy and his cheeks heated up a fraction whilst his mother silently awed, and Mr. Miyagi watched his young student and his girlfriend with a small, proud smile of his own.

Daniel had been announced as the 1984 victor of the All Valley Tournament just an hour and half ago, entering as a newcomer to the tournament and sport and leaving as a first time champion with the three of the most important people within his life right by his side; his mother, Mr Miyagi and you.

“Hey, ma,” Daniel started as the four of you continued to eat up the food that you had all gone to enjoy after Daniel’s success in the tournament. “Could Y/N stay over, please?”

Lucille raised an eyebrow at her son yet couldn’t hide the sly smile that appeared on her face. “Depends, are you gonna be doing any funny business under my roof?”

“Ma,” Daniel groaned as his cheeks began to turn a deeper red, your head lowered to hide the fact that your own cheeks had began to heat up at Lucille’s words.

Lucille chuckled softly. “Fine. As long as you keep your hands to yourselves, and the door stays open at least three inches.”

“Thank ma,” Daniel spoke, still feeling slightly embarrassed by his mother’s words. He glanced outside for a moment before looking back over to his mother, almost shy and hesitant to ask of another thing. “Actually, could we, I dunno, meet you back at the apartment?”

Lucille raised her eyebrow at her son yet again, only in a questioning manner this time, wonder where her son was going with his words.

“I was, uh, kinda hoping that me and Y/N could take a drive.”

“Hmm, I don’t know,” she began, feigning that she was considering his words. Though, seeing the ever so slightly pleading look on Daniel’s face and the sliver of hope on your own, she couldn’t keep up her façade any longer and allowed her face to split with a wide smile. “Go on, get going. I’ll take Mr Miyagi home.”

Daniel beamed at his mother and wasted no time in taking a hold of your hand quickly in his own and pulling you to stand. “Thanks ma. Bye Mr Miyagi.”

And with that, he pulled you out of the diner, leaving no room for you to bid your own goodbyes, only managing to grin at them and wave your hand.

It was only a matter of seconds before you arrived at the yellow 1947 Ford Super Deluxe Convertible that Mr Miyagi had gifted Daniel, him opening up the passenger door and swiftly closing it after you before climbing into the drivers seat and turning on the engine, pulling out of the parking lot soon after.

You shook your head in amusement as Daniel seemed to shift and fidget excitedly in his seat as he drove. “Okay Mr LaRusso, care to finally tell me where you’re kidnapping me to?”

All he could do was grin and spare you a glance, his eyes quickly refocusing on the road before him. “You’ll see, be patient.”

A snort of laughter escaped you and you simply allowed him to keep his focus on the drive but now you couldn’t help but also shift in your seat from anticipation.

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Daniel took small, cautious steps, well, more like limps, down the path a few feet from the yellow convertible with you by his side before slowly lowering himself down on to the soft ground, his face trying to without a miniature grimace at the pain still present in his leg.

You sat down beside him, looking at him with concern in your eyes. “How bad does it hurt?”

“Ah, it’s fine,” he spoke as he laid down on his back, opening his arm up to invite you to cuddle into his side, which you instantly accepted. “Just gotta be careful when putting pressure on it, y’know.”

He sighs contently as he feels you cuddle closer into his side, your arm lightly draped over his waist and head resting on his chest. Daniel tightens his arm around you and smiles as he feels you squeeze his waist in response to his hold.

“So, why’d ya bring me out here?” You raised your head from his chest, opting to replace it with just your chin as you gaze up at his face.

He turns his face down towards yours and could only smile brighter. “Is it so wrong for me to wanna spend some time alone with my girl?”

“Your girl, huh?” You tease and you feel his chest vibrate as he chuckles.

“Yeah, my girl.” He plants a kiss on your forehead and he melts at the sweet smile that forms on your face, the moonlight from above hitting your form and highlight every little thing he loves about you. “So, I’m definitely like the coolest guy you know now, right?”

You move your shoulders to mimic a shrug as best as you can in the position your body is in and allow your face to express nonchalance. “Not really, Mr Miyagi is definitely still the coolest guy I know.”

He narrows his eyes at you, those brown orbs looking at you with a hint of playfulness and mischief. “Oh really?” Before you could even blink, Daniel had moved you on to your back with him hovering above you, his hands on each side of your head, holding up his body.

You bit your lip softly with a small smile, playing into his act. “Definitely.”

He lowers his head so his lips barely graze against your own and he lowers his voice to a mere whisper. “I s’pose I could change your mind somehow.”

“Oh yeah?” You sultrily responded before raising your head to close the gap between the two of you, your lips meeting in a bruising kiss.

Your one hand travels up to grasp on to his dark locks and you moan into the kiss, the whole action heating up and deepening in mere moments.

Daniel, without breaking the hot and steamy kiss, manoeuvres himself carefully in between your legs, parting your thighs with his body and settling his hips against you own, grinding against your clothed cunt, forcing more low moans from the two of you.

He removes himself from your lips and lowers his head to assault your neck, allowing you to breath in and out deeply, your chest heaving and grazing against his. “Daniel,” you breathlessly whisper. He hums against your neck but makes no move to cease his kisses on the burning flesh of your neck. “Someone could see.”

Daniel finally detaches himself from your neck and kisses your lips once more, hard and passionately, him capturing your bottom lip between his teeth as he pulls away, deeply breathing himself. “I don’t care,” he rasped out, all whilst still rutting against you. One particular grind against you had you moaning louder than previous, your breath catching in your throat.

With all caution now being thrown to the wind by your own hands, you brought him back down to crash your lips against his as your hips moved to their own accord, meeting his own ruts against you and drawing a deep groan from him.

Releasing his hair, you bring your hand to in between your lusting bodies and push at his chest, forcing him back and on to his knees.

He watches with wide, lust blown eyes as you sit up following his body and hastily attack his belt and the buttons on his jeans, popping them open and dragging the zipper down with speed, followed by violently yanking his jeans down. Daniel, after a moment of continuing to watch, acted himself and attacked your own jean buttons and zipper.

Just as your eager hands were about to pull his boxers down, he caught your wrists in his hand and darted his tongue out to wet his lips. “Lie down, baby.”

Within an instant, you were right back to lying down and staring up at him. Daniel hooked his fingers in the waist band of your denim short and pulled them harshly down your legs, your hips raised to assist him.

He tossed them a short distance away to the side and a lustful grin overtook his features as he moved to lean back over you, his one hand going back to beside your head as the other drags along the skin and flesh of the inside of your thighs leaving a path of goosebumps in its wake, trailing up closer and closer until he finally cups your heated, slick cunt in his hand.

You whine as his hand barely moves against your arousal and he chuckles shortly. “C’mon, we don’t exactly have time to mess about Daniel.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” he starts, slowly pushing your underwear to the side and running a finger tantalisingly slow between your folds, ever so slightly teasing your clit. “We aren’t in any rush, baby.”

He leans down, kissing you deeply and you can’t help but sigh against his lips as he finally pushed one finger inside of you, slowly withdrawing it and sliding it back in all the same.

Daniel continues to work his finger in and out of you, curling it upwards and constantly grazing it against the ridged walls of your cunt, drawing breathy moans out of you. His lips work on your neck once more as he does, your eyes closed and enjoying the feeling of him working you with such touches, an even lengthier moan escaping you when he adds a second finger into your dripping heat.

His touches were sweet and pleasurable but left you unsatisfied, your want for more overwhelming and leaving you squirming and whining. “Daniel, please.” Daniel raised his head from your neck and looked down at you where your eyes were now opened and looking up at him with a sort of desperation.

He stilled his fingers and leaned in closer to you, his fingers ghosting over your lips as you whine at the lack of movement. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

“You know what I want, Danny,” you whined, moving your hips in an attempt to gain some friction and soothe the ache settling between your legs.

A small smirk danced across his lips as he removed his fingers from your hole slowly to which you whimpered at in response, your pussy clenching around nothing but air. “C’mon baby, just tell me what you want.”

“I want you, Danny,” you started in a whinny, needy tone. “I want you in me.”

He smiled down at you and gave a sweet, slow, sensual kiss to your lips before adjusting himself slightly once more, the hand that had been teasing you relentlessly moving to his boxers and pushing them down his thighs just like his jeans, exposing his hardened dick.

Daniel hissed as the chilled night air hit his length but moved forward and lined himself up at your entrance. Slowly, he pushed in, your warmth inviting and soon, he was deep inside you, bottoming out and causing the both of you to moan out.

Looking up at you, he waited until you gave a small nod, to which he started to slowly pull his hips back, his cock dragging deliciously against your walls before pushing back in.

Each thrust made you release a wantonness moan which spurred him on to fasten his pace, his hips meeting yours with a force, your breathing along with his picking up whilst at it.

“I- Fuck. I love you. God, I love you,” he lowly spoke as he continued to thrust his dick in and out of your soaked cunt.

Your eyes locked with his, teary and dazed. “I love you, too,” you whispered breathlessly, a moan following after, your back arching off the ground slightly, your hands coming up to grip his biceps.

Daniel leaned down once more, capturing your lips with a heated kiss once more, passion and love filling each second they stayed connected and he picked up his pace again, feeling his release inch closer and closer, the clenching spasm of your walls around his cock showing your were just as close as he.

“More,” you moaned to him, your eyes closed in pleasure and Daniel complied as best he could, trying to keep his thrusts even as he brought his hand back down to rub vicious circles around your clit.

“C’mon baby. So close, good girl, c’mon” he praised breathlessly. “Let go f’ me, baby.”

With his encouragement, his pounding thrusts and assault on your clit, you couldn’t hold off on your orgasm any longer and released within an instant accompanied by a long, drawn out, pornographic moan.

Your leg slightly twitched and your walls continued to clench around his cock thrusting in and out of you at a quick pace. The sensation entrancing him, his thrusts now uneven and erratic, now chasing his own release.

As he teetered on the edge of his orgasm, his moans became more prominent, low and deep, resembling growls and with a few final thrusts, he pulled himself out of you with much dismay and came across the expanse of your smooth thighs.

The muscle in his legs flexed as cum spurted from the head of his cock and landed on your flesh.

Once his climax passed, he was left a panting, sweating mess, and he rested his forehead against your own heaving chest, his eyes closed whilst he calmed himself down.

“Are you okay?” You whispered as a handful of quiet moments passed, your hands combing through his sweaty locks soft and slowly, bringing him back out of his tired trance and drawing his head up from his chest to open his eyes and look up into your own.

He sent you the sweetest, tired smile and moved his head back up near your own, now looking down at you with adoring eyes. “Never been better,” he answered honestly as he brought his hand up to brush your hair behind your ear before settling it against your cheek his palm warm and soothing, his thumb gently brushing against the apple of your cheek.

Daniel leant forward and kissed your lips, a sigh of happiness leaving you both simultaneously. If he could, he’d stay within this moment with you for eternity. The two of you, together, happy and content, nothing disturbing the peaceful serenity surrounding you both.

And so, he stayed like that with you in that moment, just a little longer, ignoring the possibility that someone would come along to find you both looking in such a way.

Just for a moment longer.

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I had no idea how to finish this off lmao

Anyways, I’m like really excited for season 4 of Cobra Kai

I lowkey want Julie for The Next Karate Kid to get involved somehow

Same for Jessica from the third movie to see if there’s any sign of her and Daniel staying in touch and keeping their platonic friendship from the movie throughout the years

If you want to be added to a taglist lemme know

Anywho, I hope you enjoy

As always, constructive criticism and requests are welcomed and are greatly appreciated :D

[tomhollandfics]

Fic list (or just recs) of one shots in quarantine?

hey! here are some for you - if i find more, i might end up putting them on a bigger fic list x

Quarantine - @angel-holland

Sunset - @watchmegetobsessed

I Will Make It Up To You - @etoileholland

* This Is Awkward - @tomthesoftie

* Quarantined - @xoluvx

Quarantine - @vanillabqrnes

* Shut Up, Darling - @kelieah

Happy@25 - @spidernerdsblog

Puzzle Mania - @reawritesthings

Burnt Out (part of the quarantine series - can find the rest linked at top of this fic) - @words-for-holland

* Shower Time - @imaginesmai

Anniversary - @breakfastatsloanes

[buckys-other-punk]

 Merciless

Pairing: Asshole Ex-Boyfriend!Chris Evans x Reader

Request: Could I have a part 2 to Insensitive were the reader comes back and she’s a bad bleep?

Summary: A couple months after their breakup, Y/N has changed since the last time Chris saw her. 

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: mentions of previous cheating, alcohol, cussing, mentions of sex, and badass reader aka justice lol I don't know 

A/N: Hello! Thank you @vanillabqrnes​ for the request apologies for this taking forever and I hope you like this! Also sorry to those who follow me, I promised to write more and that didn’t happen, but here’s something lol. Whenever I wanna write I open my computer and then bam writers block. Also please don’t mind any minor mistakes this is unedited. Anyways hope you enjoy and I’ll meet with you at the end of the fic ; ) 

Previous Part

It had been six months since your breakup with Chris and honestly you were doing great. I mean at first after all the rage you remembered the good memories from your relationship. While recalling those “good”memories you realized that four months prior to you finding out he cheated that he had been acting strange and distant. But you’ve moved on and could care less about that asshat.

You quickly moved on and actually you’ve completely changed your mentality when it comes to relationships. You have started to become more comfortable with yourself and not let anyone walk over you. Your closest friends have noticed your change in demeanor and they love it. They have literally called you a badass heartbreaker, solely because you have turned down almost every guy who reminded you of your asshole ex-boyfriend.

With your new look and attitude you were able to find the perfect match for you. You met your boyfriend, Henry *cough Henry Cavill cough*, at a party hosted by a mutual friend. The two of you were trying to avoid the crowd which didn’t help since the two of you were seated at the bar. You both had people flock towards you offering to buy drinks, which you both rejected. The two of you noticed one another when a woman asked Henry for his number, he declined, then she started flirting with you. You shook your head and scoffed, turning her down as you stood from your seat. You walked closer to the man taking a seat right next to him. After that the two of you had a pleasant conversation about who had the most people to hit on them, you won, and then the rest is history.

Your new relationship was completely different from your previous one. Henry adores you, treating you way better than you know who ever did. Also lets just say the sex was clearly better and you learned new things about yourself with your boyfriend. You never really got to explore that side of you when you were with Chris. He would be the one to take charge and never let you try something new.

Anyways you and Henry were actually going to lunch at one of your favorite fancy restaurants. Opting to sit near the open glass window you ordered your food. You didn’t give a fuck how these rich people were staring at you because you were wearing. You wore a long leather coat showing the right amount of cleavage and thigh high black boots. Henry wore a white button up shirt that clung to his muscles and dark blue dress pants. You laughed at a joke that Henry made, you glanced out the window and your eyes widened. Henry looked outside and he felt his blood start to boil.

*Chris’ POV*

After the break up the infamous Chris Evans was having a slightly rough time. He still didn’t understand what he did wrong. Then about a few months later Brittany, his second girlfriend while dating you, dumped Chris because she apparently found a better, richer man. Chris had been miserable in his house ever since. He thought about calling you after his break up with Brittany, but then he thought a grand gesture would be better. So he ordered the most expensive bouquet of roses and had them delivered to your house. 

A letter was immediately sent back saying that you had moved out of your small apartment, but the man who lived there kept the expensive flowers. Chris yelled out in frustration which startled his maid. She tried to comfort him telling him what he wanted to hear, that you would eventually come back to him, but deep down she knew that what she said was a lie. She knew about what her boss had been doing, but Chris offered to pay her to keep quiet.

Chris never stopped thinking about you. He would walk by your old apartment, sometimes even drunk. The man who lived there always saw him through his window feeling a bit bad for Chris, but assuming he probably deserved the heartbreak. As more months passed Chris decided that drinking would help numb the pain. It didn’t, drinking honestly made him think about you even more. Thoughts and images of you flooded his head and he didn’t know if he wanted them to stop or continue.

Chris decided that going out with other women would help, the break up messed his game. He would accidentally call his new girlfriends your name and some would stare at him with a blank face and the rest would ignore it. Eventually he found a woman who resembled you to the tee. The two of them were together for a while and Chris was kind for getting tired of her because she wasn’t you. He decided to go to a fancy restaurant to make reservations for their most elegant seating to break her heart. That’s when he saw you through the window with a man.

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Henry looks back at you, “Is that?” You nodded your head and stood up from your seat. “Be nice.” he huffed as he remained in his seat unfolding the napkin on the table and placing it on his lap.

You stormed out of the restaurant stopping Chris from entering. Chris was shocked by how you dressed, he never saw you dress like that before. You saw Chris eye your entire body looking from your head to toes stopping at your chest.

“What do you want?” you harshly said crossing your arms over each other.

“Obviously, I’m here to make a reservation.” he snarkily replied. “How was I supposed to know you would be here?” 

“Bitch, I don’t know?!” you exclaimed. “It’s not like this is my favorite restaurant.”

“Again, how was I supposed to know that?” Chris angrily replied.

“Seriously?!” you huffed. “You’re still a dick you know that?”

“So what? You gonna teach me a lesson?” he flirtatiously said.

“God, you’re disgusting.” saying as you turned away from him.

“Wait,” he stopped you, grabbing your arm and pointing to the window, “who’s that you’re with?” 

Snatching your arm back from him. “That is my boyfriend, no begone.” you said shooing him away not caring about the people who were staring.

“Boyfriend? I bet he doesn’t treat you as well as I did.” he says c, crossing his arms. You slapped his face hard and shook your head.

“Oh, you're one to talk.” you yelled back at him. “You never changed, did you? You’re still an asshole prick that just wants a nice woman by his side to make him feel better about himself.”

“That’s not true!” he exclaimed.

“Oh really? Then tell me the real reason why you’re here?” you questioned looking at the man.

“As a matter of fact I’m taking my girlfriend here.” he replied with a smirk.

“Yeah, to break up with her?” you asked, shaking your head.

“How’d you know that?” He placed his hands on his hips.

“Because that’s what you did to the girl you dated before me, asshole.” you exclaimed.

“Well, why not after I break up with my current girl, you and I find a nice place to properly talk.” he smirked at you.

You walked closer to him and he smiled as he felt your chest against his. He looked down at your cleavage and back up to your face smiling even more. You put your hand on his shoulder smiling at him and that’s when you kneed him in the crotch.

“Go find someone else to feed your ego. I’m busy.” you said as you walked back to the restaurant and your boyfriend.

As you sat down on your seat, your boyfriend placed a kiss on your cheek. “Were you nice?” he asked, taking a sip of his wine.

“I tried to be.” you huffed as you looked out the window staring at your ex who laid on the ground in pain.

“Well, looks like I need to teach you some manners then.” he smirked.

“You sure do.” you smiled, winking back at him.

A/N: Ahhh hello!! How was that? I feel like this wasn’t my best but at the same time not bad. lol I literally have no clue how to write a bad bitch reader (because i ain’t one), but hopefully I did this request justice! Thank you for reading and lemme know what you though of this. Feedback is very much appreciated and lemme know if you wanna be tagged in my stuff!

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[lilxberry]

Every Damn Nickel - Johnny Lawrence

Requested by: @vanillabqrnes​

Synopsis;

If I could have Cobra Kai Johnny Lawrence x reader were the reader has got stretch marks on her arms and only wears long sleeves for awhile but Johnny comforts her about having them and how they’re natural and stuff like that

Warnings: Insecurities. Language. Pretty much it, I believe. 

Words: 1,078

Pairings: Johnny Lawrence x Reader (female)

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Rifling through the wardrobe, your face scrunches up when you find nothing to your satisfaction.

“Babe?” You called out, your voice travelling through the apartment.

“What’s up?” Johnny asks as he walks his way into the bedroom, shirt still unbuttoned, his focus elsewhere as he looks around the room for his wallet.

Even with his shirt undone, he was still closer to being ready than you were, makeup and hair sorted but still in your pyjamas from the night before. “Have you seen my blue dress?”

“The one with the long sleeves?” He inquires as he glances at you, finally pocketing his wallet and focusing on his buttons.

“Uh, yeah.” You walk out of the room and towards the dining table where all the clean folded laundry was, waiting for you to put away, hoping to find your dress in the two small piles of clothes.

He furrowed his eyebrows and followed you out, finishing the last button and walking to the fridge to grab himself a drink. “Why the hell do you wanna wear long sleeves babe? It’s like 100 degrees.”

You huff as you move from one pile of folded clothes to the other, growing more frustrated as there’s still no sign of your dress. “I just wanna wear the dress, Johnny, it’s my favourite one.”

“But it’s too hot for that shit,” he started, coming closer towards you. “Plus, anything you wear is my favourite.” At that he smirks, thinking his absolute favourite outfit of yours is where you wear nothing at all.

You groan, shoving the clothes slightly and marching back towards the bedroom, snapping Johnny out of his daydream. “Just, can you help me find it, please?”

Once again, he follows after you. “Babe, it’s probably in the wash. You put a load of stuff in earlier, probably got picked up and thrown in with the other stuff.”

You sigh before rummaging through the closet once more.

“I’ll just wear my jumpsuit with a cardi instead,” you muttered quietly to yourself as you began to pull out the aforementioned jumpsuit, a cardigan to match following.

“You don’t need the cardigan; the jumpsuit’ll look nice on its own.”

“God, Johnny, I just wanna wear my cardigan, is that alright?” You began to feel the frustration grow, snapping at Johnny as you began to strip yourself of your pyjamas.

“Woah, don’t bite my head off, I’m just sayin’.” He watched as you huffed and puffed and worried your bottom lip with your teeth all whilst slipping into a clean bra and underwear set. He stepped towards you, grabbing your upper arms gently and turning you towards him.

Concern was written all across his face as clear as day. “What’s up? Huh? What’s wrong?”

You look away from his gaze and shift in his arms, trying to pull yourself away from his hands. “Nothing, let go of my arms Johnny.”

The moment you had mentioned your arms, it all seemed to click into place. An old insecurity was flaring up and making you doubt yourself and the way you look. Something that Johnny had thought you both worked through together.

He brought you into his arms, wrapping them around you and drawing your head to his chest which, you hadn’t put up much of a fight against, melting into his embrace and closing your eyes.

“What happened to you telling me if you ever felt like this, huh?”

You shrug your shoulder and mumble into his chest, “I dunno, it’s stupid.”

Johnny pulled away slightly, just enough to look at you and bring your face up to look right back at him. There’s a frown tugging at his brows. “If it’s upsetting you, then it ain’t stupid.” He pulled you into his chest again, his left cheek resting against the crown of your head as he rubbed his hand along your back soothingly. “You could be sobbing uncontrollably because you lost a damn nickel on the sidewalk and I wouldn’t think it was stupid, because you’re my girl and it upset you. Hell, I’d walk all across LA to pick up every fucking nickel I see if it makes you happy.”

He turned his head and pressed a kiss to your hairline, promptly going back to holding you close. You sighed at his warmth and tightened your arms around his waist, your cheek smushed against his chest. Silence, comforting and welcomed, stretched on, nothing but slow, calm breaths escaping you both.

A whisper is what broke the silence, soft and sweet, like the fingers of a harpist strumming at your heartstrings, honey to your ears. “You’re the most beautiful person I will ever meet in my sorry life.”

You pulled away, resting your chin against his hard chest as you look up at him, hands still gently holding his sides. “I love you.”

Unlike before, his lips curled up into a sweet smile rather than his usual smirk. “I love you, too.”

You reached up to press a quick but loving kiss against his lips before pulling apart fully and turning towards the closet once more, going back to finding something to wear, Johnny moving from his spot to sit at the edge of the bed nearest to you, watching you meander about, rifling through your clothes.

Johnny fell into a daze as he watched you, only to be brought out of it when you turned holding up two different outfit choices. “Which one?”

Johnny allowed his eyes to flitter between the sundress and the jumpsuit, humming as he thought, before looking back up at your face with an arrogant and cocky grin. “I dunno babe, can’t decide.”

You groan as you throw your head back, a squeal and giggles following behind shortly as his large hands grabbed your hips and pulled you on top of him. Your laughing continued on as Johnny pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, smirk still present. “God, imagine if you were around back in the 80’s. I wouldn’t have been able to keep my hands off of you baby.”

You snorted. “So you’re telling me that you’re quite tame now compared to your youth? Jesus Johnny, you’ve always been insatiable.” You laugh as he nips at your jaw.

His heart swelled at the sight of your beaming, carefree face, and the sound of your joyous laughs. Being in this moment with you made him desperately wish they weren’t going to some stupid poolside barbeque, even if it’s at Bobby’s.

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I’m so sorry for the long ass delay on getting this out

But at least I’ve finally done it

I’ve literally only needed 15/20 minutes to finish and (somewhat) proofread it yet I’ve constantly put it off since I’ve had stuff going on

I really hope this is how you imagined it and I’m sorry if I didn’t follow your request to a T

Been some wackass weeks, yanno

If you want to be added to a taglist lemme know

Anywho, I hope you enjoy

As always, constructive criticism and requests are welcomed and are greatly appreciated :D

[nekoannie-chan]

Week 41 Reblog Masterlist

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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 41 2022:

 Resentment (Ransom Drysdale X Reader) by @vanillabqrnes ❤️

Rumors has it chapter 2 (Dark!Steve Rogers X OC) by @charmed-asylum 🖤

Money can’t buy happiness (Ransom Drysdale X Reader) by @alwayssunnyinedensgate 💙

Rumors has it chapter 3 (Dark!Steve Rogers X OC) by @charmed-asylum 🖤

That damn stealth suit (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @holdontorogers ❤️

My Saviour chapter 22 (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @sheismarvelousworld🖤❤️

‘til death do us part (Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki 🖤❤️

Strawberry salad (Helmut Zemo X Reader) by @there-goes-thefighter 💚

Love on the Brain part 5 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @anika-ann​ 💙

Civil War Brooklyn chapter 17 (Steve Rogers X Reader X Bucky Barnes) by @saiyanprincessswanie​ 💙

Say you’re mine (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @fanfictionaries ❤️

Rebellion (Jack Rollins X Reader) by @there-goes-thefighter​ 💙

Exposed (Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor​🖤❤️

My brother’s best friend chapter 1: What, Brock? He’s a good guy! (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @sheismarvelousworld​🖤❤️

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Sociology- Simon Cooper (2)

Pairing: Simon Cooper x Reader

Characters: Simon Cooper

Warnings: N/A

Request: @vanillabqrnes - Hi I was wondering if you could do a part 2 to the sociology from Simon Cooper x Reader, the inbetweeners

Word Count: 400

Author: Aaron

“All right?” Simon slumped himself onto the uncomfortable common room stall and seemingly did everything he could to avoid making any sort of eye contact with you. 

“Yeah... I’m fine I guess.” You found yourself in the same predicament, your eyes darting between the crude posters and out of the large, water marked window that looked out into the plain hallway. 

“How was your study session with Jay?” Finally he actually looked at you, albeit not for an extended period of time. “Not very productive I assume?”

“Let’s see, I get there and enjoy ten minutes of his dad joking about Jays french fry-like cock, actually get into his bedroom and spend two hours listening to Jay talk pure shit. Of course both about you for ignoring you me and about how he shouldn’t have to study geography because he of course has actually climbed K-2 with Bear Grylls.”

“He’s such a bullshitter...” Simon smirked. “Well, not about everything I guess.”

“It’s fine, you like Carly I understand that it’s fine.” Simon looked over to you with hope and intent in his eyes.

“Look y/n, I’m sorry I ignored you for so long. I was so focussed on chasing after Carly bloody D’amato that I completely forgot about the great thing that was sat in front of me. So, do you want to come over and do some sociology work? There’s a few concepts that I’m really struggling to wrap my head around.”

“That depends on whether you’re going to spend the majority of time undressing me with your eyes?”

“Oh shit.” Simon smiled and glared over at Jay who had spent his free period trying to evade Donovan thanks to their little canteen sandwich throwing incident. “How are you going to tell Jay that you don’t really like him in that way?”

“I’m not really going to worry about it too much, I saw him trying to seduce that weird girl from geography earlier. If I had to guess I think he knows it went pretty poorly. He moves on fast.” Simons hand rubbed the back of his head.

“Shall we head out?” He pushed himself up and extended a helping hand. “Let’s finish up and head back to mine? We can swing past and pick some food up. Don’t worry, my parents aren’t home to joke about my penis so we should have a little peace and quiet.”