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2024 what the hell

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friendships end. relationships end. fictional man whos doing even worse than you is forever

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Days, Weeks, Months, Years (6/10)

Pairing: fwb!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst

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Bucky let you go at the party, but he was at your door soon after you locked it behind you. "FRIDAY, please. You have to let me in."

She responded immediately, "No I don't, Bucky. Plus, that would be directly against Y/n's orders."

"Y/n? Come on, doll. Open up."

You didn't respond.

"Do you want me to end things with Val? I'll do that for you."

"That's not all I want, and you know it." You hated how much your voice betrayed how much you were crying.

Bucky went silent for a moment. "...I can't lose you." His voice was quiet, scared.

"You never had me." Well, he never knew he had you, at least.

Bucky didn't say anything after that, but you knew he was still there. "Who sent you?" He was no longer talking to you.

"Everyone," Steve replied. "Come on, Buck. It's time to go."

Soon enough, you heard two pairs of footsteps retreating from your door.

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I think the biggest tragedy that the House MD Renaissance brought to this website is people thinking that House MD was pulling off anywhere near the same level of queerbating and psychological manipulation to its audience that Supernatural was doing. Like my brother was on the House MD fandom and the idea of canonical hilson was mostly laughable and at best a joke they'd play on fans once in a while. Supernatural literally had a meta episode in which a Supernatural themed play took place and it, this is a direct quote, "explored the nature of destiel". Like the actual word DESTIEL was spoken in the show and addressed. Like actual Dean Winchester IN SHOW had to deal with the fact that teenage girls shipped him with the angel Castiel. AND THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENED ON TELEVISION. the girlies would have to sit there put on season 10 and watch the term destiel be dropped as like a huuuge wink to the audience like heh. I know you guys are digging this. And then they went on for another five seasons of the most ambiguous character interactions while fans theorized on and on and how x thing could mean destiel is going canon and y thing could mean destiel is finally going canon. Like. Why lamp and whatnot. Then they ACTUALLY WENT AND DID IT. they had their whole audience on the edge of their seats, for the best of 12 years, played for absolute fools, only to be told that they were right all along but actually they don't get to have this. Anyways unparalleled media experience.

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How Keys Work

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Twist Her

Pairing: Tyler Owens x fem!Reader

Fandom: Twisters

Summary: You and Tyler took a break from hooking up. What happens when Tyler wants to jump back in?

Warnings: SMUT, Cursing

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"You're gonna be the deatha' me one day, Owens," you protested under your breath as you stared at your computer screen in the barn on your property.

He heard you. "Don't say that. And for the record, you're the one who won't sleep until these numbers are right."

"For the record, you're the one who got me into this business in the first place, so it's still technically your fault."

Tyler just laughed, "Whatever, sweetheart. You runnin' another model?"

"Mhm," you nodded as you stared anxiously at your screen.

Owens walked over and joined you.

"Ugh!" In your infuriation that your test had failed, you nearly chuckled your laptop across the room.

Tyler put his hand on your arm before you could get the tech off the table, however. "Whoa, there. I happen to know for a fact that you'll be much more upset if anything happens to this laptop."

You groaned again, and dropped your head against his chest. "Why can't I just leave this for tomorrow?"

"...Maybe you just need a distraction."

You looked up from Tyler Owens' chest to find a look on his face that you were all too familiar with. "Very funny," you brushed off, and straightened up to look at your computer again.

"Who said anything about jokes?" Owens defended.

You sighed. "I thought we agreed we were done with that."

He shrugged. "I honestly thought we were just taking a break."

"What part of 'it would be better for the team if we stopped this' sounded like a break to you?" You finally looked away from your computer screen and towards Tyler.

He nodded. "Okay, maybe I just didn't want to stop fuckin' the daylights outta you from sundown til' sun up."

"Ty..." You rolled your eyes and looked back at your computer.

"Come on, you have to of loved it just as much as I did..." Tyler approached you from behind, brushed your hair out of the way, and started kissing your neck. "...This okay, baby?"

Again, you groaned out of frustration, but this time, you shut your laptop, and whipped yourself around to start kissing Tyler's lips.

"Yes," Tyler parted from you to answer his own question before shoving his tongue in your mouth to get an approving moan from you. He moaned right back.

You parted from Owens to grin and hop up to sit on the table your laptop was on. You put your hands on Tyler's shoulders to pull him back in to kiss you, which he did so with a smile on his face to match yours.

You had to part again not long after to pull your shirts off. Tyler made you laugh when he unhooked your bra with one hand; something he had done many times before. You held yourself up in the air with two hands on the table as Tyler took your jeans and underwear off in just a couple tugs. This clearly wasn't the two of your first rodeo.

"You ready, sweet girl?" Tyler asked once he had taken out his cock and the two of you had rested your foreheads against each other.

"Never fucking stopped being ready," you told him, your eyes closed.

You both cried out when Tyler entered you, and you made out fiercely once he was sheathed all the way inside.

"Ty..." you squeaked when you pulled away from him eventually, rocking your hips to get some friction.

"You want me to start movin', baby?" he asked, a smile forming across his features.

"Mhm..."

"Fuck yeah. That's all I wanted to hear."

Tyler started jack-hammering into you, and soon your barn was filled with the sounds of mixed moans from the two of you.

"Fu-ckin'-missed-this-so-damn-much," Tyler admitted as he pounded into you.

"Yeah, baby?" you encouraged, leaning back onto the table.

He nodded. "Yeah I did. Ever since we stopped, fuckin' my hand, it's just--"

"--not the same," you finished with him with an open-mouthed grin.

Tyler almost laughed. "You feel the same? Mm, knew you fuckin' would. God, can I take you from behind?"

You threw your head back and actually laughed at the rapid change of subject. You nodded, straightening up so you could get down from the table. "'Course, sweetheart."

Once you were on your feet again, Tyler wasted no time in spinning you around and bending you over the table. He immediately shoved himself back inside your pussy.

You cried out.

"That's it, baby girl!" exclaimed Owens. "Now just ride it out. Ride this dick and let it make you feel good!"

"Owens..." You moaned because you felt it building. "Tyler...Ty!"

Finally, your orgasm overtook you. You arched your back as you felt your climax run through every square inch of your body.

Tyler wasn't far behind. "Fuck, I always fuckin' love when you get tight like this. Missed it so much. Missed you so much. Fuck, that's it. I'm close. I'm gonna...gonna...F-f-fuuuck," he cursed as he released himself inside you.

When you felt like you could move, you felt Tyler making out with your neck again. He helped you straighten up.

You turned so you could kiss him. The two of you enjoyed each other's company in your secluded barn for a little longer.

Soon enough, you parted from him. "Can I have my clothes back, please?"

Only when you had just finished getting dressed did you notice Tyler looking at you.

"What?" you wondered with a smile.

"You ever think..." he trailed off.

"I think all the time," you joked.

He smiled and shook his head at you, then continued, "You ever think we could be more than just this?"

"First you wanna go back to fuckin'. Now, you wanna do more?"

Tyler didn't take offense to your laughing. "I'm bein' serious," he told you, his arms folded.

You sobered up. "I know you are."

He wondered, "What d'ya think?"

"I think it's scary."

"Scary?" Again, he wasn't taking offense, he was just trying to understand you.

"Ty, we've known each other for a long time, and I haven't been in a relationship even longer. What if..."

Owens encouraged, "If..."

"What if I'm not good at it anymore?" you told Tyler one of your deepest fears.

He just smiled at you understandingly. Tyler unfolded his arms, straightened up, and walked forward to take you in his arms. He continued to smile down at you. "If I know two things, one is your great at fucking," he paused so you could laugh, "and two is you're great at caring. Sweetheart, there is no one I'd rather be romantically involved with than you. In my eyes, you are perfect."

You kissed him.

Tyler was still smiling when you parted from him. "I hope that was a yes."

You nodded. You laughed, "You are going to be the death of me, Owens."

For the first time, probably ever, Tyler Owens consciously backed away from you. "I really wish you wouldn't say that, you know?"

"Why?" you wondered, "I don't mean anything by it."

He nodded, shoving his hands in his back pockets. "I know, but like you said, I'm the one who got you into chasin' in the first place, so--"

"Oh, baby," you chuckled sympathetically. You went in and hugged him again. You looked at him. You really think I would ever do anything I didn't want to do?"

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Author's Note: Thank you so much for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it. I would also really appreciate a comment, if you have the time. If you would like to read more, check out my masterlist. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you! <3 <3 <3

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Days, Weeks, Months, Years (5/10)

Pairing: fwb!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: More angst, Reader wears a dress

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Two weeks, and Bucky didn't come anywhere near you as he tried to bed Valentina. You didn't leave your room unless it had to do with work, and you prayed that Bucky didn't realize that Natasha's increasingly nasty looks aimed at him and Tina had anything to do with you.

Tony wouldn't admit it, but you were sure the party he threw was to cheer you up. You loved his parties. Scratch that. You loved going to Tony's parties with Bucky. That was the part that you didn't think anyone realized.

Still, you went. You almost threw up watching Bucky flirt with Tina the whole night. That was, until Pietro walked up to you.

"Did you know blue is my favorite color?"

Glancing down at the dark blue dress you were wearing, you laughed for the first time in weeks. "I coulda guessed that."

Pietro smiled. "And I could have guessed--right, I might add-- that you would look beautiful in such a color."

"Thanks, Maximoff. Only here for the party, huh? Then it's back to Jersey?"

He cocked his head to the side. "Eh, I could be convinced to stay longer. Perhaps by you?"

Was this conversation really going where you thought it was going?

"Pietro." A cold voice greeted.

You turned in surprise to see Bucky there. Tina was clinging to his arm. Hurt panged through your chest.

Quicksilver remained cool. "James. I didn't see you coming. How are you and your new girlfriend enjoying the party?"

"We're not together," clarified Bucky.

That started a slew of emotions inside you. At first, your heart soared, then it crashed to the ground as it remembered how many times you and Bucky had clarified that for others about yourselves.

It was then that you realized what you had to do.

"Hey, Buck? Can I speak to with you outside? Alone please?"

Bucky obeyed. You brought him out to a nearby balcony. As soon as the two of you were alone, Bucky backed you against a wall and kissed you.

You took advantage of him misreading the situation so badly and kissed him back because you knew it would be your last time.

You were the one to break the kiss. "Two years," you told him, then caught your breath. "It took me two years to get you to look at me like that."

Bucky's brow furrowed.

"She had you the first day." You smiled, despite the tears that were forming. "...I've lied, Buck. I've lied to you for four months and sixteen days...I can't do this anymore."

He must've known then because he started backing away from you.

Tears fell from your eyes at the loss of contact. But you kept going. You kept that bitter smile on your face, too. "I think I'm gonna transfer."

"Where?"

You couldn't read his face. "I don't know," you laughed. "Jersey...Boston. Tony needs someone to look after the kid, right?"

You hadn't realized how bad things were with Bucky because he apparently thought that all problems between you and him could be solved with a kiss. He rushed forward to connect your lips again.

"Buck...Bucky...," you breathlessly warned, "James."

That did it.

Slowly, you looked up at him. Your expression must've been unreadable because you didn't even know what you were thinking. "...You have to let me go."

******* Author's Note: *enters awkwardly* Hey, I'm back. After over a month of not posting a story. I figured I'd skip over a Tyler Owens x fem!Reader smut I have in my roster and post this instead next because it's been so long. You guys will get that one next. As things stand right now, I should be posting every other day, and DWMY will be every other story post. Thank you so much for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it. I would also really appreciate a comment, if you have the time. If you would like to read more, check out my masterlists. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you! <3 <3 <3

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Spirit Animal is racist.

Patronus was invented by a transphobe.

I think it’s time we all suck it up and say what we mean: fursona.

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You want me to go to sleep? The thing that almost killed Markiplier?

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Doctor and companions in regency attire 🥰

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I know this is ironic, but I’m going to sleep. I’m saving the last three episodes for after work tomorrow. Boy, I hope Mark doesn’t run “a few miles” to my house and kick down my door in an attempt to keep ME awake!👀👀👀

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Close enough, welcome back Bill Cypher

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I tried to think of a joke but I couldn’t think of any. Mark is swishing around a woman’s vomit rn.

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She’s a runner she’s a track star

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NOOOOO DONT BRING DOGS INTO THIS