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Bucky smiled, of course Steve had a drawer of take out menus. Cooking was never his forte, and he knew now that when you’re at home alone, take out was easy. Too easy. Food now was completely different to what they had been used to in the 40′s, and most of the time he stuck to what he knew. But Chinese food, he loved that. “Definitely runs in the family.” He smiled and looked across at her for a moment, noticing her gaze on the photo of Steve.

It was a lot to process, that Steve was never going to come back. That he’d never see his best friend again. He didn’t know how to navigate the modern world without him there, but he had Stella. He had family and someone to reminisce with and figure things out. “Of course I miss him.” Bucky murmured, Steve had risked everything to keep Bucky safe. “It’s hard finally being me again and he’s not here. That for years he worried about me.” He murmured and twirled the knife on the table for a moment. “Just got to try and make him proud. I don’t want his belief in me to be proven wrong.”

One thing she didn’t miss about the 40′s was the lack of take-out options She cursed their time for that. She laughed lightly at the memory of her brother, leaning back against the kitchen counter as she reminisced on their childhood together. She remembered it fondly, and although it wasn’t that long ago for her, it was decades ago in reality. She’d almost lost touch with her old life, being in the future did that. She was glad she had Bucky with her, she feared she’d go insane without him. Without someone to remember the past with. 

“He’s proud,” she spoke after a moment of silence, tone gentle as she nodded her head knowingly. “They all are,” she offered a small smile, gazing down at the picture one last time before bright eyes settled on his face. She was sure they were, that somehow they knew that he was safe and that he was near himself again. She believed that and she hoped he did too. “I know I am, so proud,” she added, fingertips tapping lightly against the surface of the counter in thought. She never imagined they’d need each other as much as they did, she barely imagined she would see him again. It was a strange feeling when her brother told her he was alive, and then when she first saw him, the relief she’d felt in that moment was unlike anything she’d felt before. The only thing she hoped now was that she wouldn’t have to lose him ever again.

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The way he spoke of what he’d lost, it pained her. To see him hurt the way he did was something she wished she could ease. She nodded her head knowingly, hands gently reaching out to hold onto him, fingers clutching around his own hand to bring him back to here and now, to her in front of him. “I’m here, I am safe. M’not going anywhere,” 

She caressed him, hoping to soothe his thoughts with her gentle touches. “You will not lose me. I promise,” she spoke a little more sternly, she wanted to ensure he really heard what she said, before she tugged him closer into a hug, comforting herself just as much as she hoped to comfort him. 

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To her, she was always James. There was nothing else. It was nice, to have someone in his life that knew the old him, that had faith that he was still that. Bucky was about to open to his mouth and point out that she couldn’t cook, until he saw the endless takeout menus. “Someone’s been taking advantage of take out food on every corner.” He teased and looked at her choices. “Got to be Chinese food, every time.” He confessed with a smile and handed her the menu, it was a place he had tried out a few times. “One day you’re gonna have to learn how to cook, kid. They do all sorts of cooking lessons these days.”

With Bucky’s help learning about the present, it was only fair that it be Stella’s job to remind him of who he once was. She’d had warning from Steve that he might not be entirely himself, but if the last few weeks had made anything clear, it was that he was in there. She saw him for who he was -- James Barnes, Bucky, her brother’s best friend, the man who protected her for all of those years, and as long as she was here, she was confident that he would hold onto that as much as she had for all this time. “Believe it or not, most of these were here when I got here. I guess Steve had a thing for take-out just as much as I do. Must run in the family,” she let out a laugh, fishing through the papers to find the one for the Chinese place down the street. 

It only took a few moments to order their food, and she set her phone down with a small sigh, gazing toward the old picture of Steve in his uniform, wrinkled and faded, it’s frame propped up on her counter. Knowing how much of a rock he had been for Bucky, she figured it would have been harder on him when he decided to return back home. It was a touchy subject, one they hadn’t spoken about much, but she couldn’t help herself. “Do you miss him?” She asked, curiosity getting the better of her. She did, for sure, but she’d learned to live without him for so long that she was managing now. 

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Bucky rolled his eyes at her comment. “Well I am a grumpy old man, so that’s not going away any time soon.” He pointed out, he was technically 100 years old and he felt older and older being in this time. The world had changed so much. “It feels nice, slowly realising I’m James again.” He confessed with a small smile, it was strange to adapt to. It was even stranger because having Stella here, it made him remember who he was. She had never seen him as the Winter Solider, she didn’t have the image of him that way. 

“You’ve always been my James,” she said the words so quickly that she barely thought them over as they fell from her lips, eyebrows furrowing slightly as she realised what she had said. “I mean, that, like, you’re James -- you always have been,” she let out an awkward laugh, mentally cursing the lack of thought behind the words she spoke, thankful that he somehow never questioned how flustered she became when she spent her time with him. “Are you staying for dinner?” She changed the subject, clearing her throat as she swung open the drawer full of take-out menus. Cooking was not her specialty, she’d never taken the time to learn before her move to this time, and hadn’t found the time since taking her brother’s place here. 

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It felt nice, for Bucky to feel like himself for the first time in eighty years. He felt as though there was a huge weight off of him, smiling as Stella seemed to agree that he looked better. He smiled as the gentle touch of her hand going over his facial hair. “Alright, alright. One step at a time, okay? Don’t think I’ll be going for the whole clean shaven look like I used to.” He confessed, he needed something to hide behind, even if it was just a bit of facial hair. 

Stella had to admit that she had seen a weight lift off of Bucky’s shoulders over the course of the last few weeks. She couldn’t quite figure out what the reason was, but it was nice to see him smiling again. “Well, you look really nice,” she spoke softly, and she meant it, every word. “It’s nice to see you like this, you look so free. It’s nice, even if you’ll go back to grumpy old man in no time,” she teased him some more, only because she knew he would take it without much complaint.  

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A wide grin tugging at her lips, she nodded her head, bright blue hues taking in his new look. He looked like himself again finally, something she didn’t think she would see; at least not any time soon. “It looks great, Buck,” she mused, reaching out to let her fingers trace over his facial hair, fingers grasping his chin lightly, tilting his head so she could get a better look at him. “Think it’s time for a shave, though,” she teased, letting out a lighthearted chuckle.

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“I thought it was time for a change.” Bucky said with a smile as the other looked at their hair, he had been thinking about it for a while. Every time he looked in the mirror he didn’t see himself, he saw the Winter Solider. And maybe without the long hair he wold see James Barnes standing in front of him. He felt fresher, as though there was a weight off his shoulders. “It’s weird though, I’ve not had short hair in eighty years.”

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“No,” the older man was quick to oppose, the singular word barely cognizable through his drunken slurs. The thought of returning to the cold and empty place he once called home makes bile rise to his throat quicker than any amount of alcohol he could indulge himself in. “No cab. Just…” he sighs, struggling to form a coherent thought through the noise in his mind. “Please. I’m not exactly having the time of my life here.” 

Eyes narrowed as she gazed over him once, hands moving around her waist to untie her apron, hanging it with the others by the bar. “That’s fine, but I’m not losing my job letting you get absolutely hammered and then be passed out here all night.” Leaning against the bar for a moment, she gazed at his seemingly pained expression, her eyes scanning down to his unusually empty finger, her overall tone softening as a sigh fell from her lips. “Tell you what,” she began, collecting her purse and her coat from under the bar. “I’ve just finished my shift. Why don’t I walk you home and you can tell me all about it?”

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“Another? I think you’ve had enough actually. Do you need me to call you a cab?”

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MELISSA BENOIST as KARA DANVERS Supergirl ✦ O Brother, Where Art Thou?

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LA LA LAND (2016) dir. Damien Chazelle

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kate sharma + looking at anthony's mouth bridgerton season 2

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Jason didn’t even care that he was basically ditching his friends to be with Stella. He’d come up with some excuse as to why he’d been unable to make it, and why his phone wasn’t turned on. If it weren’t for the obvious tint of pink that hijacked his face whenever he mentioned her, he would be honest. And if the other two males witnessed him turn red over her, well he’d never hear the end of it. Jason and Stella, sitting in the tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g… nope. Not happening. “Aw man, I really wanted to pie him in the face though,” he joked, pretending to be disappointed, as if he didn’t want to actually eat the pie more than throwing it in someone’s face. “Psh, totally. No, not weird, no. That’s not weird. M-Maybe a little? But - but in a cute - huh, is cute the word? Did I say that? I - I’m gonna stop talking right now and we can go.” He turned his head towards the direction of the pies and glanced at her as they walked. “What kind of pie do you like? I really don’t discriminate, except apple is kind of meh, but it IS pie, so I guess it would still be a good choice.”

Stella couldn’t help but laugh at his stuttered words, and she felt flustered when the word ‘cute’ slipped out amongst them. Did he just call her cute? She was sure he would be able to hear her heart racing. In fact, she was sure anyone within a five feet radius of them could hear it, a thought that darkened the pink tones on her cheeks that now danced across the bridge of her nose. The two walked back toward the vendor that Jason had mentioned, and she kept close to him, her hand brushing against his as it swayed beside her, fingers threatening to intertwine with his against the will of her anxiety if she didn’t compose herself sometime soon. “Um,” she murmured in thought. “To be honest, I’ve only had blueberry and apple, and they’re both pretty good,” she said, dumping her now empty cup in a trash can as they walked by. “You’ll have to order your favourite for me and I promise, if I hate it, I won’t tell you,” she teased, letting out a lighthearted laugh as they approached the relatively short line, which she was grateful for. She stood beside him in silence for a moment, before laughing once more, this time one that was faint and sweeter than prior. “So, uh,” she paused, turning her head to look up at him, a tender smile forming across her lips that made her eyes twinkle. “You think I’m cute? Because you said-- and it sounded like you-- you know?” 

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It was truly a sight to behold, the joy radiating off of her upon their gazes meeting. One that had his heart softening. He was truly gone for. “Hey, sweet girl,” Drew greeted, a boyish grin upon his features. Fingers interlocked with hers, a chuckle slipping past his lips before he pressed them to her wrist tenderly. Bless her and her drunken antics. “Hope you didn’t mind me coming. Couldn’t sit still not knowing if you were home safe or not.” Though, judging by the way she had so eagerly thrown her figure at his, Drew could only assume she thought positively of his gesture. With that worry out of mind, he was quick to melt into her, arms encircling her waist with an affectionate squeeze. 

Stubbled cheek resting upon the top of her head, Drew nuzzled into her. He took a moment to simply revere in her presence, feeling at peace even with the commotion around them. It was only her barely audible utterance that had him pulling away, palm flat against her back as he rubbed soothing circles against it. “Alright, baby. Let’s get you home. Think you’re gonna be okay to walk? A bit of fresh air might do you some good.” 

“Sweet girl,” she reiterated, her voice at a whisper as she absorbed the nickname. She gave his hand a squeeze, as if she was memorising what it felt like for his hand to be there, intertwined with hers, although they were both certain that she most likely wouldn’t remember majority of their encounter the next morning. She took a deep breath in, the stubble she could only describe as spiky fighting through her hair and pressing into her skin, now a feeling she’d become accustomed to, and took in his scent, his cologne heavenly to her. 

Violet’s eyes sprung open as he parted from her carefully, eyes, like sun-set, blinded by the annoyingly bright streetlight above them and she winced a little at the harsh white glow that trickled down over them. She nodded her head nonchalantly. “Yeah,” she murmured quietly. “I can walk,” she shuffled back from him, tucking her shoes under her arm again to free her hand, fingers slipping into the spaces between his and holding him tightly. She began walking with him, her eyes squinted as they dared to close, the cool air brushed against her pale skin and she felt exhaustion wash over her as it sobered her a tad, which didn’t help with the way she walked, her feet barely finding their way in front of one another, causing her to sway as she walked. “See? I’m walking,” she exhaled, as if to attempt to convince him she was fine, but she was not a great liar on a regular basis, let alone when she was drunk. 

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ok but a plot where two people had a kid during like their senior year and muse a kept begging muse b to get married but they were like no thx ;* and they just coparented rlly well for a while and now it’s been however many years, their child is growing up, and they’re still friends but muse a is going thru a messy divorce and muse b is perpetually dating around and one night they get a lil drunk and hook up and uh oh, this is gonna complicate the really good thing we had going for a while there isn’t it ?