help to make the season bright
~20k, shrunkyclunks, strangers to lovers, christmas fic
There’s anxiety gnawing at Bucky's bones, so he tries to make a list of what he knows and has. He has some groceries. He has his gloves, and his lip balm. He has his wallet, and he has his phone. What he doesn't have is his keys, and thus, a way to get into the house. It’s after eight pm on Christmas Eve, and it’s below freezing outside. His mother has his spare key, and ordinarily he would call her, but right now she’s nearly 4000 miles away. There’s no way she would be able to help him.
“Fuck,” he proclaims out loud.
A pigeon on the sidewalk across the street flutters away.
Another voice cuts through the cold. “You okay?”
Bucky looks up to see a silhouette on the balcony two floors above him. Clearly, he had been swearing louder than he intended to. The figure is clearly male, and built like a fucking brick house, but the light behind him makes any other features vague and indistinguishable.
“Uh, yeah,” Bucky says dumbly. “I just- I forgot my keys.”
“I’ll let you in.”
The silhouette disappears from the balcony.
Bucky steps forward to retrieve his groceries from the steps of the building, and has just picked up the last can of cat food when the door opens. He looks up to meet the man who saved him from hypothermia.
And what a man it is.
happy christmas eve eve!! it's out ✨🎄💗