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“DON’T JUST BE ANOTHER BRICK IN THE WALL.” 

#BeYou

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🌱My Healthy Plant Hoe Playlist🌱

🍃🌻Virgo in 6th house vibes 🌻🍃

Janelle Moné - yoga
Kanye West - Kanye’s workout plan
Nicki Minaj - Anaconda
Busta Rhymes - twerk it feat nicki Minaj
Mirah - the garden
Erykah Badu - green eyes
2 hyped brothers & a dog - doo doo brown
Bj the Chicago kid - turning me up
Gym Class Heroes - beautiful day

🌵🤸🏽‍♀️songs that make me wanna do my squats, water my plants, do yoga, and exfoliate 🤸🏽‍♀️🌵

“YOU CANNOT SOLVE A PROBLEM ON THE LEVEL IT WAS CREATED. YOU MUST RISE”

#LEVELUP

I Thought You Hated Me.

Request from @brieflybigwonderland​: Hi! Not sure if it is too soon to be asking for requests with you just starting this blog but you did an amazing job with the one I sent to your primary blog so I know you will with this one 😀 I’m thinking that reader works with The Avengers and she gets along with them all….apart from Bucky. They seem to hate each other and one night end up being the only ones in the gym, insults soon get thrown into the mix but then something changes and the situation gets more….hot? ❤ haha!

Note: So this is my first time writing any kind of smut so I hope I have done this request some kind of justice. I stopped before it got too long so if anyone wants more just let me know…I rather enjoyed writing this <3 I hope this isn’t too terrible!

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1721

Warning: Smut and slight dub-con.

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine. All credit goes to their creators <3

It had been a couple of years since you started working with S.H.I.E.L.D and The Avengers and you couldn’t have been happier. Each member of the team had become like your family and given that you had grown up without one for the majority of your childhood this meant a lot to you; there wasn’t a single person that you couldn’t confide in, spill your secrets to, even Tony Stark was occasionally a good listener….even if the conversation soon turned to him.

But then he wouldn’t be Tony if he didn’t boost his own ego.

Life couldn’t have been any better really. But then James ‘Bucky’ Barnes came along and it wasn’t long before things started to turn sour. Before you had spoken so much as a single word to him he had decided he didn’t like you – that much was clear by the death glare his sharp blue eyes had thrown in your direction the moment he stepped into the lobby of the building.

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LUCK HAS A WAY OF EVAPORATING WHEN YOU LEAN ON IT.

#AllHustleNoLuck #StPatricksDay

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Ride

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You accidentally let it slip to Bucky that he has great thighs, and he offers you a chance at a ride.

Word Count: 1640

Warnings: thigh riding, language, smut references (my little ones might want to skip this one)

A/N: it’s been a long weekend but it’s late and my mind has been wandering tonight sooo this happened

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“NEVER FOLLOW SOMEONE ELSE’S PATH. IT NEVER WORKS THE SAME WAY TWICE FOR ANYONE.”

#BeYou

Steam, part 1

A/N:  Thanks as always to my brilliant betas:  @little-black-dress-24, @emulateharry and @niallandharrymakemestrong!  Couldn’t do this without their ongoing support and encouragement.  

“Excuse me,” you mutter, as you push aside the young men and women to get to the gym entrance.   Shouldering the next person gently aside as you approach the gym door, you hear an “Oi!” in return as he moves his gym bag, but you don’t stop to acknowledge the voice.  He notices you, the way you move, and the way you casually ignore the situation.  “Excuse me,” you respond wearily.  

Harry pauses in signing autographs to check you out.  Today, you saw a string of patients, and your shoulders are weighed down by their troubled souls.  Your grey pencil skirt, black knit shirt, and high heeled black ankle boots mask the heaviness of your spirit as you stride with purpose.  He can’t help but observe the sway of your ass in that skirt as your heels make it wiggle from side to side, although it’s mostly your exhaustion and the fact that your feet hurt that moves your hips rather than any desire to be seductive.  His mouth and throat dry as he watches you reach for the gym door handle, shifting your bag higher on your left shoulder, pulling open the door with your right hand.  Inside his jeans, he feels his cock twitch; the woman standing in front of him prods him with a salty “Sign it to Char, please,” as she flashes him a look at her cleavage in the push-up bra and low-cut shirt, drawing his attention back to the crowd around him.  Why he bothered to start signing shit tonight escapes him at the moment.  Now he’ll never get his full workout in.  Taking a deep breath, he tells the group, “I’ll sign five more, and that’s it.”  Over the years he’s learned to set boundaries.

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