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Yes!!!!!! He's back!!!! About fucking time!!!!! 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😍😍😍😍😍

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I kept laughing about this, so I had to make it lol

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Well damn ...I fell for another video game character! Damn you Nero!! Why do you have to be so hot and be voiced by my favorite voice actor!!!

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Damn, I have a bad habit, falling for the anime bad guy but how can I not!!!!!

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Sorry, but I would betray the Soul Society in a heartbeat for this man

Men I would marry without a second thought 😁🥰

I’d fuck a lot of dudes but marry? Yeah

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Can someone point me in the right direction of the fanfic of Wolverine x Reader Winter Soldier where the reader gets cheated in by Bucky and she gets back together with Logan and is Xavier's sister? Please

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"LET ME PAY YOU!"

Pairing(s): kyojuro rengoku x reader

Synopsis: how kyojuro met his civilian wife

Genre: fluff

Warning(s): n/a

Kao's Notes: just something to put out there while i work on requests in the meantime :) enjoy! <3

"EXCUSE ME, MISS!"

"OH MY G—!" *BANG* "OW!"

you hit the top of your head on the bottom shelf of your stall as a loud voice rang through the night. you ran a popular food stall in the small, lovely town you call home. people loved coming by your food stall for the service, the food, and for a chance to talk with a beautiful lady. each day, you decided to try a new recipe, and everyone was eager to see what you'd be serving every day.

"forgive me," the loud voice called again. "it was not my intention to startle you!"

"i-it's alright." rubbing the crown of your head with a slight pout, you rose to look at the owner of said voice. "i–um–wasn't expecting many people to come by this late, so you caught me by surprise."

taking in the man's appearance, you quickly gathered he was a demon slayer. the distinct design of his haori, the nichirin blade at his hip, and the obvious uniform was a dead giveaway.

you smiled, "would you like something to eat while you're here? i'm making gyu kushi(beef skewers) on top of rice, along with some mochi tonight. you'd be the final person i'm serving!"

the man's smile nearly blinded you, "yes! i would appreciate that very much!"

"great!" his smile was so contagious. you couldn't help but to deliver one as well. "how many orders would you like?"

"that depends," he stated loudly, excitedly slamming his hands on the counter and smiling at you. "how many are you willing to make?!" that's...the first time you've received that response.

"o-oh...uh..." you looked beneath your stall again. "well, i could make the rest of my inventory for you..." you lifted your head to look at him with a nervous laugh. "although, it's a considerably large amount of food, sir."

he laughed, "if you are willing to make it, i am willing to eat it! and no need to call me, sir! i am rengoku kyojuro!" you couldn't stop yourself from laughing along.

"then i'll be happy to make it for you, rengoku-san!"

kyojuro watched you gather the ingredients and quickly get to work on prepping his food. it was clear this was like second nature to you. you worked so diligently and moved with unwavering certainty.

"so," you began as you continued cooking but kept your gaze on kyojuro. this caused the hashira to look at you. "what brings you by this late?"

"a mission," he stated proudly, his smile never leaving. "it is completed, but i always stop by to check on towns nearby!"

"well, that's nice of you," you stated before finishing his first plate of food and handing it to him. "here, have a taste before i make the rest."

he loudly thanked you before placing the beef skewer between his teeth, pulling one of the chunks of meat off with his teeth.

"TASTY!" another bite. "TASTY!" a bite of rice. "TASTY!" a bite of mochi. "TASTY!"

you clapped your hands in delight, overjoyed that the hashira found your food so tasteful.

"so, everything tastes okay? would you still like to have the rest, rengoku-san?" you asked, although you're sure you already knew the answer.

"yes! i would love the rest!" he began fishing around in his pocket. "how much would it be?!"

"oh no," you quickly shook your head and quickly began preparing the rest of the food with a content smile. "i never charge the slayers that pass through. it's the least i can do for you all."

"please!" he slammed a pouch of coins onto the counter, causing you to shriek at the loud noise. he leaned forward, eyes boring into you with conviction. "ALLOW ME TO PAY YOU!"

"i-it's no trouble, really!" you jumped back from the close proximity. he only leaned in closer.

"THIS AMOUNT OF FOOD WOULD SURELY MAKE A GREAT PROFIT FOR YOU!! LET ME PAY!!!"

"b-but, the sales i've made today are more than enough already!!!"

"TAKE MY MONEY!"

"i don't need to!!!"

you two continued back and forth like this as you finished cooking the remainder of his food, packaging them nicely in cute boxes, which only fueled his desire to pay you. as you had given him the last box, he beckoned you to him.

"if you will not let me pay," he placed his free hand on his hip. "then allow me to escort you home!"

placing a hand on your chin, you paused to mull it over. it was pretty late, and you did live on the other side of the town. even if it was small, it would grant enough time for a demon to stake its claim on you.

"alright," you finalized with a greatful nod. "sounds fair!"

on the way, you both engaged in a quiet, lovely conversation. topics ranging from your cooking, his work as a slayer(at least the parts he could tell you), or your childhood, the atmosphere around you was peaceful. now, the current subject of the conversation was family.

"yes, you're right," you respond with a smile as rengoku concluded a story about his little brother. "it can be difficult to care for little siblings. especially if the parent is...more or less present." you cringed at your lack of better term, but kyojuro didn't mind at all. "my parents, unfortunately, fell victim to a demon, so i understand."

"very much so, and i am sorry to hear that! my condolences to you!" he responded with a solemn nod before asking his next question. "i take it you have a sibling then?"

"mhm," you nodded with delight as you drew nearer to your house. "i am the eldest of seven."

"SEVEN?!" he immediately fished the pouch of coins back out before shoving it in your direction. "SUCH A LARGE FAMILY! NOW YOU REALLY MUST TAKE MY PAYMENT!!!"

"i told you already," you pushed it back toward him in defiance. "i don't need it!" he tossed the pouch towards you, leaving you no choice but to catch it. "hey! take it back!" you tried to hand the coin pouch back to him.

"my apologies," he exclaimed after using his other hand to hold the food as well, even though he didn't need to. his smile never faltered as he blatantly ignored your attempts to return his money. "but my hands are full! i can not hold anything else!"

"but you were carrying it one-handed this whole time! you can just–"

"my hands are full!"

"but–"

"i can not carRY ANYMORE!"

"ren–"

"IT IS A PERFECTLY LEGITIMATE REASON AS TO WHY YOU MUST KEEP IT!"

you gave up.

kyojuro–1

y/n–0

upon reaching your house, you turned face kyojuro and gave him a polite bow.

"thank you for walking me back, rengoku-san," you stood straight. "you really didn't have to...nor did you have to pay me."

"it was no trouble at all," he smiled down at you. "and please, call me kyojuro."

you opened the door, and entered the doorway to your home chorus of "NII-SAN" called out to you. fondly shaking your head at your siblings(who were supposed to be in bed by now), you turned back to the hashira and returned his smile.

"alright, well," you placed a gentle hand on one of your little brother's heads, who'd been tugging on your shirt to get your attention, and replied in a hushed voice. "goodnight, kyojuro. have a lovely evening, and please travel safely."

he visibly brightened once he heard his name fall from your lips, and a gentle smile was bestowed upon you.

"goodnight to you as well, and thank you."

as you closed the door, kyojuro happily went on his way but stopped. he couldn't believe he forgot such an important piece of information.

oh well, he'll simply have to find his way back to you because he never got your name.

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Is there a way that someone can point me in the right direction of a certain fanfic. Reader catches Bucky cheating on them with Natasha, leaves and calls Logan. She's a mutant and Xavier's sister. I forgot the name of the story. I miss reading it. Thanks in advance

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It is February 18th, my dudes.

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I noticed that not many people are talking about this but Republicans want to go after LGBTQIA friendly fan fiction websites. They would deem websites like this inappropriate for kids because they can have access to inappropriate content. But not just websites like this many other websites I remember watching on the news how they were scared of children reading LGBTQIA friendly fanfictions. And they pretty much want to take away our platform for writing stories and expressing ourselves

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To the people who started following me. If you have nothing on your Tumblr page other than your nasty nuddie website, I will block you. I don't need people like you following me, scam or not.

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Thank you Dana

Thank so much Dana, for sharing this amazing creation with us. From allowing us go on this amazing adventure with Luz, King, and Eda. This show helped many of us get through hard times in our lives. This show taught us so much. Made cry, laugh, angry, but must of all, made us happy. I, like so may, wished this showed went on a little longer. I am really gonna miss this show. I can't wait until my daughter gets older, that way she can watch it and enjoy this masterpiece.

@danaterrace

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Hey everyone, just wanted to let you know that my story Icy Hot Love will still be continued on WattPad. I might also update it here, too pretty soon

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Honey-Honey, How You Thrill Me

PAIRING jack daniels 'agent whiskey/fem!reader

SUMMARY jack really likes to smack your ass at the most inappropriate times, it's about time he gets a taste of his own medicine

WARNINGS insinuation to later smut, pretty much just silly goofy fluff, m*le readers dni

REQUESTED yes/no

WORD COUNT 1.7k words

NOTES all i can think about is pedro pascal and if you request something for one of his characters you'll get same day delivery

The man was a menace. An absolute, utter menace. Of course, he meant to be one, he made that incredibly clear. But you just found it absolutely amazing how you couldn’t go even five seconds without the feeling of Jack’s hand on your ass. Not even in a cute, endearing way. He wasn’t roaming his hands around your body, caressing your curves because he couldn’t get enough of you. No, he was just outright giving you a little smack. Whenever, and wherever, he wanted to. 

It was bad enough when you would be at his ranch, taking a walk throughout the serene gardens with your fingers interlocked. A perfectly peaceful, romantic scene with the sun setting overhead. Completely, utterly, ruined by a sharp smacking sound filling the air as his hand connected with your backside. 

Of course, you were alone here. You had all the free range you could ever possibly need to have in order to try and tackle him to the ground. It was absolutely childish, both of you running after each other and hiding in bushes - even climbing up a tree at one point - to win the play fight. But it was also invigorating, like bringing out your inner child as you both just ended up rolling onto the grass with you in a fit of laughter. In those moments, you could forget why you had decided that you wanted to tackle him onto the ground in the first place.

But it only got worse from there.

Because there were times when you would go to the store for groceries. The two of you would just be looking around, picking up things for something that one of you wanted to make. But what always seemed to trigger him was when he passed by the baking aisle. You could always see the joke coming from a mile away, the second a box of cake entered your line of vision you knew you were a goner. 

He could never just say something normal like “Hey babe, wanna make some dessert tonight?”. Of course it was always more like, “That cake looks great, but I see an even better piece right here.” And then smack your ass in front of anyone who just happened to walk by. 

If you didn’t love him so much it would be embarrassing for you, but it wasn’t. In fact, the dirty looks that people gave you both for doing something like that, something so classless, in a public area just made you laugh. And when you laughed about it, that just so happened to give Jack the okay to laugh about it too. So long as you thought it was funny, he had no reason to be worried. 

Those things were bad enough. But when it came to work? This just had to be your last straw. 

“Whiskey, do you have your eyes on the target?” Ginger filled both of your ears as you glanced around the ballroom. The man you were looking for was supposed to stand out with bright red hair. It should be too difficult to find him had you both not been previously enraptured by ‘keeping up appearances’. The thing about being the only couple in Kingsman was that Ginger always figured out how to get you both sent on missions that required people to act like they’re in a relationship. It’s  just ‘more natural’ to her. 

“I’ve got him.” You answered, nudging Whiskey in the direction of the tall man. He was older than both of you, his red hair stuck out like a sore thumb when you could so obviously tell that it was dyed from a snowy white color. 

“Draw his attention to you both, you just need to keep him talking long enough for Tequila to grab the device from his table.” 

“Got it, Ginger.”

Both of you turned your audio down a bit, enough that you could hear the all-clear when it came, but still quiet enough that there was no chance anyone else would be able to hear it when he got close enough. 

“May I have this dance, honey?” 

“Yes you may darlin’.” You let Jack take your hand, gliding you closer to him as you let your bodies sway together. Though you knew that you were here on a job, there was still something so lovely about being able to hold him close in a room like this. 

This room was one of the nicer ones you’d seen, and you’d seen pretty extravagant rooms. But this party had a starry night theme, and the entire room was lit with brilliant blues and glittering ‘stars’. It felt like something out of a movie, but you were sure that a kingpin like the man you were investigating where the kinds of people that thought movie setpieces were juvenile to the things that life affords them. 

Still, it felt romantic enough that you were comfortable resting your head on his chest. Comfortable letting him loosen his grip on one of your hands to place his hand over your waist. You felt at peace for just a moment, but that peace was interrupted when you felt Jack’s hand leave your hip, and out of absolutely nowhere give you a light smack on the ass. 

“Seriously? Here?!” You pulled back, despite pulling away from the dance you let your free hand stay interlocked with his. 

“Anytime-” He cut off, an award winning smile covering his face as he turned you around to face the man of the hour. Just the man you had been looking for. 

“I remember those days, back when my wife and I first met.” Despite the criminal activities the man before you had committed, the reason for sending a couple was due to his own personal weakness. He loved his wife, and he loved romance. He had a soft spot for love and people in it, so of course he would come over to the couple he hadn’t been given the chance to speak to before. “The names Mark, but I’m sure you know that since you’re at my party.” 

His laugh was false, so were yours and Jack’s. But he was none the wiser as Jack held his hand out, “Tony and Bella-”

“Oh! The two new people I was warned about! I’ve been looking forward to meeting any new names on the list. I heard you made a pretty sizable donation to my foundation.” 

Jack pulled his hand back, allowing you to shake the man’s hand. “Oh, we don’t worry about the numbers. It’s the least we can do.” 

The thing was, ‘Tony and Bella’ were two people who were actually meant to attend this party but fled the country the day prior when the Kingsman caught up to them. It should’ve been a perfect plan, but the only thing on your mind was exacting your revenge on Jack for deciding to do his weird hobby in front of a bunch of wealthy strangers. 

“Now I’m very interested, are the two of you married?” 

“Yes, we just got back from our honeymoon two weeks ago. Isn’t that right?” This time you didn’t hold back, your hand slipping behind him to place a firm smack against his backside. 

Jack looked beyond embarrassed, and if he hadn’t done the same to you earlier you might’ve felt bad about it. “Oh I can tell, I miss that.” Mark let out another insincere laugh, the sound of a bell ringing in your ears altered you that the job was done. “I better get going, though, the ceremony is about to begin.” 

While Mark rushed up to the stage and everyone else fought to find a seat, you and Jack used the chaos to escape without being noticed. The moment you were outside, waiting for Tequila, you felt him grab your arm so you would face him. He tugged you against his chest, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. 

“What was that all about?” His accent was thick in your ear, and you couldn’t fight the shivers that ran up your spine as you leaned into his touch.

“You like smacking my ass so much, thought it must be pretty fun.” You said, watching him pull away from you with a smile growing on his face.

“Was it?” 

“Very. Let me show you-”

As you went to reach around him he pulled your hand into his, his fingers wrapping around yours. Your other hand was placed against his chest, and you would really rather not move it if you didn’t have to. 

As a pout started to form on your face you felt his lips against you, distracting you from what you had been trying to do in the first place as you kissed him back. Despite the tickle of his mustache, his lips were rather soft. He tasted sweet to you, but he also tasted like home. 

“Hey, lovebirds! It’s time to go!” Tequila was parked in front of you both, head popped out of the car as you pulled away from each other. Just as you went to head to the car, you reached around to place one final smack against his backside, Jack turning to you like you’d grown a second head as you sprinted to the car. 

“Bold move.” Tequila stated, sitting down in the driver’s seat as Jack slid in next to you. 

“Yeah, well, I was just returning the favor.” You said, turning to face him with an innocent smile. Despite his attempt to look annoyed, Jack couldn’t help but smile over at you. 

That smile faded, however, the moment Tequila was distracted driving the car down the road. Jack leaned over, his mouth beside your ear as he brushed your hair out of the way. “Hope you’re not too tired, because you’re in for a long night now sweetheart.” 

Jack didn’t respond to your shocked expression, merely interlinked your fingers and watched the ride home from out the window. If this job wasn’t going to be the death of you, Jack Daniels sure would be.

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So everyone is freaking out about this but there is no real conformation. Hope its not true