I Have Put Together A Few Of The Posts Where People Have Been Incredibly Smooth

I have put together a few of the posts where people have been incredibly smooth

STEVE ROGERS TORE EVERYTHING OFF HIS SUIT FROM CW AND THEN SPRAY PAINTED IT BLACK I LOVE HIS DRAMATIC ASS SO MUCH

Secret obsession #3

Fanfiction that is just about a person leaving the other and then reuniting later on. I don't know why don't ask.

I love that in school I can go from "can you all shut up and pay attention" to "if I ran out that window do you think the security will catch me" to "if I took a nap do oh think anyone would notice?"

He's beauty, he's grace, he'll stab Steve in the face.

Pulse

Genre: Fluff Words: 1,548 Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: Mentions of stalking, self-defense fighting Summary: Soulmate AU in which one’s heartbeat becomes perfectly in sync with their soulmate’s once they meet.

A/N: I’m hoping to make this a series if it gets enough of a response! Let me know what you think.

“Natasha, I don’t want to go to the gym!”

Your friend, and also your roommate, dragged you by your arm to the downtown fitness center. She had forced you to change into athletic leggings and a t-shirt, convincing you that the two of you were going to go do yoga. She lied.

She turned her head back toward you as she swung the door open. “I’m doing this for your own good.”

The training area was large, much larger than you expected, and had high ceilings with large black tubes connecting to the air conditioning vents. The rest of the area was filled with a check-in desk, doors that connected to what you guessed were locker rooms, several red mats, a black boxing area with a ring that was colored in white and red, a running track, and a large number of weight lifting machines.

You could hear the clanking of weights and grunts from somewhere behind the boxing ring, but you didn’t focus on the people. Instead, you focused on the frustration in Natasha’s tone.

You rolled your eyes, wincing as she pulled your arm harder to get you to go toward the check-in area. It didn’t look as if anyone was around. “I’m fine- I will be fine.”

Natasha whipped around, finally dropping your arm as she gave you a sharp look. “You are being stalked, (Y/N). This isn’t up for debate. You’re getting self-defense lessons.”

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