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CHAPTER 2 OF AUTUMNS CHILD UP NOW 😊🖤

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I HAVE WRITTEN A NEW STORY CALLED AUTUMNS CHILD PLEASE GIVE A READ, VOTE AND COMMENT HOPE YOU ALL LOVE THIS NEW STORY

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CHAPTER 26 OF COLLATERAL DAMAGE IS UP NOW PLEASE PLEASE COME READ COMMENT AND VOTE ITLL MAKE MY DAY COME SAY HI 😊🖤

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SEBASTIAN STAN as The Winter Soldier in CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE WINTER SOLDIER (2014), dir. Anthony Russo, Joe Russo

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A friendly reminder that he thinks you're beautiful ❤

Oof attacks first thing in the morning🥰.

The things I would do😫

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Whenever you're having a bad day, please remember that this skirt exists 💙

Lau, I’ve been laughing for five minutes. 😂 He looks so sassy!

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BUCKY BARNES’ HOTTEST MOMENTS

34. 50/161 votes | Winter Soldier flashback in New World Order [prev]

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Your treat today 🥰

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MONDAY (2021) Dir. Argyris Papadimitropoulos

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New text chat

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ok so I walked past road maintenance today and saw the broadest worker I've ever seen, like biceps bigger than my head and sleeve tattoos, like so beefy I choked and went jesus christ on a stick. thank god for masks bc my mouth was open like a fool.

basically here's an award 🏆💕 for your beautiful writing that's trained my brain to immediately think about beefy construction worker!Bucky

Imagine: Beefy construction worker Bucky asking you out.

You hated the noise outside your place. The constant drilling, banging, and the loud, obnoxious chatter from men across the street. Maybe if they shut up for five minutes, they could actually get some work done. At this rate, they’re going to be here all summer.

Until a few days ago, you naively believed that construction men catcalling women was a joke, some stereotype blown out of proportion.

You were very mistaken.

The things they yelled at you as you crossed the street had you almost jogging to your car, your face burning from embarrassment.  Hands shaking from anger. You wish you could say something but you're outnumbered.

Each day it happened, you could never get used to it. Dread filled your stomach like lead, and you started walking with your head down, avoiding eye contact.

You were hastily making your way to your car when you bumped into a brick wall. A warm, breathing brick wall. You stumbled back, losing your balance. The wall grasped your arm, keeping you from falling back into the dew covered grass.

“Sorry about that, I wasn’t paying attention.”

“It’s okay.” Your voice trails off when you connect with a pair of stunning blue eyes. His dark, damp hair hanging in clumps over his forehead.

“No, it’s my fault-“ You apologize, losing yourself in his kind eyes. The spell broken when you hear a low whistle and a vulgar insult is lobbed at you from an older balding man across the street. He's one of the worst, the sound of his grating voice makes you feel nauseated.

You turn back man in front of you. Looking past his tan tattooed biceps, you see the familiar set of construction pants. He's one of them. You're upset and mortified, picturing them having a laugh at your expense later.

"Why can't you guys just leave me alone? Yanking your arm out of his loose grip, you flee to your car. 

“Wait! Hold up, what’s wrong?” He asks, stopping when he hears the jeers from across the street. He watches your hands tremble as you turn the steering wheel.

The next day, you steel yourself to face another round of insults but when you pass the site, a whole new crew is working. 

That’s...interesting. 

Mostly new. You spot a large familiar figure leaning against a pile of wood, tossing his hard hat between his hands, stopping every few seconds to look around the street. 

He combed his hair back today, you like it. You blink at that thought, mentally shaking it off.

You’re almost in your car when you hear the sounds of boots hitting the pavement. A rush of nerves swoops through you and you almost drop your keys when you hear his deep, smooth voice.

“Good morning.” 

“Morning.” You reply curtly, your tone sharper than you intended. If he notices, he doesn’t react. 

“I want to apologize for those idiots if I had known, I would have put an end to it weeks ago.” He apologizes, his eyes never leaving your face.

Bucky had lost his shit yesterday when he found out what they had been saying to and about you.

Bucky wipes his forehead off with his arm, you notice the black and white trees inked into bicep. An army tattoo across his forearm.

He’s panting from the jog across the street, dog tags visible under his thin white cotton shirt sticking to his chest.

“I was thinking that maybe I could take you out sometime?” 

 His hopeful blue eyes are warm and inviting. Still. You’re wary and he could be playing you. . And you refuse to get hurt again.

 “I don’t go out with strangers.” You retort, ignoring the pang in your heart when his face drops.

“Oh, okay.” Disappointment clear in his softening tone, the corner of his lip lifting briefly.

You drive away, watching him walk back to his crew, his steps slower, his head bowed. 

The next morning, he greets you from across the street. “Do you go out with people you do know?”

“I- Maybe.”

“My name is James Buchanan Barnes, everyone calls me Bucky. You can call me whatever you like-.”

Slamming your door shut, you see him clutch his hand to his chest. “I’ll try again tomorrow.” He shouts before you turn the corner. 

Each morning, he tells you a new fact about himself. Occasionally one or two of his crew chimes in with embarrassing stories that have Bucky grumbling under his breath with a quaint blush on his cheeks. 

You’re really trying to not fall for this man. 

But he’s not playing fair. 

A few days later.

“I read a lot, I’m not great with computers, and I can play-” You pretend that you’re looking for something in your glove box but crack your window to hear him talk about the rest of his interests. 

He calls out, “I know you can hear me, what else do you want to know? Oh c’mon-”  You pulled out, tires screeching. He waves at you as you turn the corner. 

The next morning.

“I have a cat named Alpine.” Bucky holds up his phone, showing off dozens of pictures of his cat. Most of them of the fluffy white fur ball sleeping. Your resolve almost breaks then and there. 

One cloudy afternoon.

“I can cook.” He turned at the scoffing behind him. Hissing shut up before veering back to you. “I can cook two things but I do it so good you’ll never want to eat anything else.” 

Two days later.

“One date.” You turned him down so quickly, his friends laughed, the one Steve you think he’s called almost choked on his turkey club.

“Half a date.” He never explained what half a date was, you were close to asking, but you held back.

A week later.

“A coffee, you like coffee?” You shrugged, and he pumped his fist, muttering progess. 

“How about I put a cup of coffee on your car, I sit all the way over here and we talk?” You didn’t respond, pulling your seatbelt over your chest. “Is that a maybe?”

The next day.

A cup of coffee with a poorly drawn heart sits on the roof of your car, wisps of steam floating from the top. You wipe your hand down your face in a bid to hide your smile.

The street is eerily quiet, the men all staring at you. It’s unnerving and you duck your head.

Heading to your car, you stop wheen you see it.

You pivot on your heel, arms folded across your chest. Bucky’s standing on the corner with a matching cup in his hand. 

“Look, one chance and if you really don’t like me, I’ll leave you alone.” 

“One date.” You break into giggles when the men cheer, shouting finally and about damn time in between clapping Bucky on the back. 

Buckys face glows, his smile making your heart flutter. "You won't regret this. I swear."

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ok so I walked past road maintenance today and saw the broadest worker I've ever seen, like biceps bigger than my head and sleeve tattoos, like so beefy I choked and went jesus christ on a stick. thank god for masks bc my mouth was open like a fool.

basically here's an award 🏆💕 for your beautiful writing that's trained my brain to immediately think about beefy construction worker!Bucky

Imagine: Beefy construction worker Bucky asking you out.

You hated the noise outside your place. The constant drilling, banging, and the loud, obnoxious chatter from men across the street. Maybe if they shut up for five minutes, they could actually get some work done. At this rate, they’re going to be here all summer.

Until a few days ago, you naively believed that construction men catcalling women was a joke, some stereotype blown out of proportion.

You were very mistaken.

The things they yelled at you as you crossed the street had you almost jogging to your car, your face burning from embarrassment.  Hands shaking from anger. You wish you could say something but you're outnumbered.

Each day it happened, you could never get used to it. Dread filled your stomach like lead, and you started walking with your head down, avoiding eye contact.

You were hastily making your way to your car when you bumped into a brick wall. A warm, breathing brick wall. You stumbled back, losing your balance. The wall grasped your arm, keeping you from falling back into the dew covered grass.

“Sorry about that, I wasn’t paying attention.”

“It’s okay.” Your voice trails off when you connect with a pair of stunning blue eyes. His dark, damp hair hanging in clumps over his forehead.

“No, it’s my fault-“ You apologize, losing yourself in his kind eyes. The spell broken when you hear a low whistle and a vulgar insult is lobbed at you from an older balding man across the street. He's one of the worst, the sound of his grating voice makes you feel nauseated.

You turn back man in front of you. Looking past his tan tattooed biceps, you see the familiar set of construction pants. He's one of them. You're upset and mortified, picturing them having a laugh at your expense later.

"Why can't you guys just leave me alone? Yanking your arm out of his loose grip, you flee to your car. 

“Wait! Hold up, what’s wrong?” He asks, stopping when he hears the jeers from across the street. He watches your hands tremble as you turn the steering wheel.

The next day, you steel yourself to face another round of insults but when you pass the site, a whole new crew is working. 

That’s...interesting. 

Mostly new. You spot a large familiar figure leaning against a pile of wood, tossing his hard hat between his hands, stopping every few seconds to look around the street. 

He combed his hair back today, you like it. You blink at that thought, mentally shaking it off.

You’re almost in your car when you hear the sounds of boots hitting the pavement. A rush of nerves swoops through you and you almost drop your keys when you hear his deep, smooth voice.

“Good morning.” 

“Morning.” You reply curtly, your tone sharper than you intended. If he notices, he doesn’t react. 

“I want to apologize for those idiots if I had known, I would have put an end to it weeks ago.” He apologizes, his eyes never leaving your face.

Bucky had lost his shit yesterday when he found out what they had been saying to and about you.

Bucky wipes his forehead off with his arm, you notice the black and white trees inked into bicep. An army tattoo across his forearm.

He’s panting from the jog across the street, dog tags visible under his thin white cotton shirt sticking to his chest.

“I was thinking that maybe I could take you out sometime?” 

 His hopeful blue eyes are warm and inviting. Still. You’re wary and he could be playing you. . And you refuse to get hurt again.

 “I don’t go out with strangers.” You retort, ignoring the pang in your heart when his face drops.

“Oh, okay.” Disappointment clear in his softening tone, the corner of his lip lifting briefly.

You drive away, watching him walk back to his crew, his steps slower, his head bowed. 

The next morning, he greets you from across the street. “Do you go out with people you do know?”

“I- Maybe.”

“My name is James Buchanan Barnes, everyone calls me Bucky. You can call me whatever you like-.”

Slamming your door shut, you see him clutch his hand to his chest. “I’ll try again tomorrow.” He shouts before you turn the corner. 

Each morning, he tells you a new fact about himself. Occasionally one or two of his crew chimes in with embarrassing stories that have Bucky grumbling under his breath with a quaint blush on his cheeks. 

You’re really trying to not fall for this man. 

But he’s not playing fair. 

A few days later.

“I read a lot, I’m not great with computers, and I can play-” You pretend that you’re looking for something in your glove box but crack your window to hear him talk about the rest of his interests. 

He calls out, “I know you can hear me, what else do you want to know? Oh c’mon-”  You pulled out, tires screeching. He waves at you as you turn the corner. 

The next morning.

“I have a cat named Alpine.” Bucky holds up his phone, showing off dozens of pictures of his cat. Most of them of the fluffy white fur ball sleeping. Your resolve almost breaks then and there. 

One cloudy afternoon.

“I can cook.” He turned at the scoffing behind him. Hissing shut up before veering back to you. “I can cook two things but I do it so good you’ll never want to eat anything else.” 

Two days later.

“One date.” You turned him down so quickly, his friends laughed, the one Steve you think he’s called almost choked on his turkey club.

“Half a date.” He never explained what half a date was, you were close to asking, but you held back.

A week later.

“A coffee, you like coffee?” You shrugged, and he pumped his fist, muttering progess. 

“How about I put a cup of coffee on your car, I sit all the way over here and we talk?” You didn’t respond, pulling your seatbelt over your chest. “Is that a maybe?”

The next day.

A cup of coffee with a poorly drawn heart sits on the roof of your car, wisps of steam floating from the top. You wipe your hand down your face in a bid to hide your smile.

The street is eerily quiet, the men all staring at you. It’s unnerving and you duck your head.

Heading to your car, you stop wheen you see it.

You pivot on your heel, arms folded across your chest. Bucky’s standing on the corner with a matching cup in his hand. 

“Look, one chance and if you really don’t like me, I’ll leave you alone.” 

“One date.” You break into giggles when the men cheer, shouting finally and about damn time in between clapping Bucky on the back. 

Buckys face glows, his smile making your heart flutter. "You won't regret this. I swear."

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CHAPTER 25 OF COLLATERAL DAMAGE UP NOW! READ VOTE AND COMMENT! 😊🖤

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Anne: imagine stabbing someone with this knife

Sasha: it would instantly cauterize the wound, so the person wouldn’t bleed, so it’s not very useful

Andrias: if you want information it is

Marcy: why would you STAB someone when you could have TOAST?

Marcy: wait King Andrias what did y—

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Noooo these gif sets of Bucky's mouth always do things to me😩 especially beefy!Bucky with that scruff🥵

All I can think is him ordering you to come here. "My lips are a little dry, sweetness. Get em nice and wet for me."

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CHAPTER 24 OF COLLATERAL DAMAGE UP NOW! READ VOTE COMMENT AND FOLLOW 😊🖤

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