#v; looking

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                     from here || jamesbuckybarns

Steve ducks his head, a flush spreading across his cheekbones. Honestly, he doesn’t know what spurred him on to get the flowers - he had just seen them and thought of Bucky, pink roses set against white lilies, and he had know he wanted to get them for Bucky. He’s so glad he likes, them too - it would have been more awkward if he hadn’t. “The occasion is that I saw these flowers, and knew I wanted to give ‘em to you. And I love you. So...”

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carried on from here 

He cannot help but to stare, really. He’s been looking for Bucky for months and here he is, just on his doorstep, just right there like he lives across the god damn street. Excuse Steve for looking at him as though he’s seen a ghost, but it’s almost as if he has. He’s been out of their reach for months, and then he just shows up here, out of nowhere. It’s surprising to say the least. 

He works to shut his jaw, which had dropped about the time he’d clapped eyes on Bucky. His teeth make an audible click, and he stares for just a second longer. He remembers. He remembers.

And he’s also wet through, and only going to get wetter with the storm that rages around them.

                “You should come inside.” He says. “I have dry clothes                   you can change into. And food, if- if you’re hungry.”

      ;; duratum

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He pokes his head around Bucky’s bedrooom door, knocking once with his free hand.

                 “I, uh-- I made you some coffee. And toast.                   You’ve just been in here  a while, figured                   you might like it.”