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#yes_she_is_a_highly_trained_assassin #and_yes_she_is_a_tiny_cinnamon_roll

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jealous

Some pretty, blonde dame at a pub had been hanging all over Bucky. And Bucky was polite, and an insufferable flirt— playing along for a moment before scooting her gently off his lap. She didn’t seem to take the hint. (Steve couldn’t blame her, Bucky was magnetic, the gravitational pull of a planet.) One of the Commandos made a joke—‘Sarge’s girl.’ And that’s all it was—a joke. Because Bucky laughed, said he wasn’t interested; said he was spoken for—already had a pretty little blond thing waiting for him.

The Commandos were reminiscing on all the dames back at home, and Steve excused himself from the table. Needing some air, needing to be away from the noise, he pushed open the exit door and leaned up against the building, lighting a cigarette.

He was being dramatic, he told himself. He had no business being so jealous. It all just—made him sad for reasons he wasn’t sure how to properly articulate. Thankfully, he wasn’t alone for long. Bucky came out the door not a minute later, with a huge, disarming grin on his face.

“Don’t be like that.” Bucky leaned lazily against the wall next to him.

Steve took a drag from his cigarette. “Like what?”

“You’re pouting.”

“I am not,” Steve contradicted.

“You are.” Bucky bit his lip. They were close enough, shoulders pressed together, that the sides of their hands brushed, his pinkie caught Steve’s, letting it go a second later. It was dark enough on the street that no one would have caught the exchange.

“She ain’t my girl, Stevie. You know that.” Bucky dropped his voice. “You’re my boy.”

Steve swallowed, almost shaken at the intensity; at the way Bucky was staring at him from under his eyelashes. Those big, blue, moonlit eyes. “Tell me again,” Steve prompted, cigarette between his teeth.

Bucky turned his head, nonchalant, leaning up to sigh against Steve’s ear. “Ain’t thinkin’ of no one else. You’re my best guy. You’re my boy.”

They pulled away from each other when the door opened again. A few other soldiers exited onto the street without paying them any mind.

“Are you jealous?” Bucky breathed.

“No,” Steve said, bitterly. Not exactly true. “I just wish...” He wished he could fall all over Bucky in public, that he could kiss Bucky, claim him, right in the middle of that pub.

He wished the world had a place for them.

An understanding look, a soft squeeze to the hip. Bucky murmured, “Come back inside, before you freeze.”

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The Falcon and The Winter Soldier (2021) dir. Kari Skogland

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Sarah Wilson @samwilsonfest

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day 6 for @winterfalconweek - bucky carrying sam <3 bc they really dropped the ball on not having sam “i cant run in these heels” wilson be carried by his super soldier bf in ep 3

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do they want you to stop seeing me?

yeah, i’m sure they do. but i don’t want to.

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love is familiar. love is a devil. there is no evil angel except love.

william shakespeare, love’s labour’s lost

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CARL GALLAGHER IN EVERY EPISODE

3x02 - The American Dream

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Bruce: Are you asking me out on a picnic, Clark?

Clark: That depends on what you say. And if you were to say yes, then - then yes. But if you were to say no, then, you know, I just wanted to tell you about my great-grandmother's picnic basket I found in the attic.

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Long nights at Hogwarts after the war.

They didn’t mean to meet each other at night in the dark quiet corridors during their 8th year. They just were trying to runaway from the nightmares, stares, praises and judgement. One night they just ran into each other.

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I'm having a really hard time.

Venom (2018) | Dir. Ruben Fleischer

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Mrs Potter: Mr Potter and I are having another child.

Sirius: That’s grea-

Mrs Potter, slamming adoption papers on the table: It's you, sign here.

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Maria Deluca and her jewellery and outfits killing all season long

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“They’d never been lovers, of course, not in the physical sense. But they’d been lovers as most of us manage, loving through expressions and gestures and the palm set softly upon the bruise at the necessary moment. Lovers by inclination rather than by lust. Lovers, that is, by love.”
― Gregory Maguire, Out of Oz

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if they didn’t want me thinking the ideal of being a sith was hot they wouldn’t keep saying the word “seduced” so much.