#koda barks

[number-one-good-boy]

They call me a puppy the way i am a puppy

[good-boy-supreme]

Being on the floor Is soo calming I just sat down on the floor and shuddered with the relief and relaxation it brought me.

It's like seeing the world through a dogs eyes, everything is so big and tall and you're just so so Little and you can't really understand anything or affect anything but that's okay! Because you're just a sweet puppy ｡:ﾟ૮ ˶ˆ ﻌ ˆ˶ ა ﾟ:｡ highly recommended sitting on the floor to ground yourself and pup out a little very relaxing 10/10

[arawsuu]

if eyes could kill

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[orangedogsquad]

Guess which one is the bird dog

[trans-estinien]

also also thinking about eleutherios haunting the narrative.

[companionwolf]

[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐃𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝

A few visitors to the cabin take both Bucky and you by surprise, and the sweet, kind creatures were as curious about you as you were of them.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ☘︎ Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ☘︎ 1.5k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ☘︎ Tooth rotting fluff

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ☘︎ I was a puddle after I wrote this one.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 ☘︎ Shrike by Hozier

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ☘︎ @rookthorne's Merry Buckmas — Masterlist

𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐲 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬, 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

It was one of the rare slow days — a quiet, restful reprieve before the real hustle and bustle of the final days before Christmas began in earnest. Bucky was determinedly making the most of it. 

You were cosied up on the couch in the living room while the fireplace crackled and glowed with flames that warmed the chilled room. The dogs were snoozing in their beds and their snuffled snores filled the comfortable silence, when you felt the mass of flannel and muscle shift beside you. 

Bucky was curled up on the couch next to you, his head resting comfortably on your thigh, while his nose was buried in his new book. It was only with a slight sense of mischief did you occasionally run your hands through his hair, smiling at the shiver that ricocheted down his spine and the small noise of contentment he made.

“‘M tryna focus, Clover,” he protested with no real conviction. You hummed an apology and stopped the ministrations of your hand to rest it on your thigh, just above his head. 

There was a beat of silence, then, “Wait– I didn’t–” Bucky said, looking up at you confusedly, and he blindly reached for your hand to grab it with his. “Where–?” You couldn’t help the huffed laugh that escaped when he finally found your hand and moved it back to where you had taken it from — the locks of brown hair parted around your fingertips. “Please.”

You quietly chuckled and continued to run a hand through his hair. 

Something suddenly moved in your peripheral vision, and you looked up. Koda had sat up, too — her ears were perked forward and her gaze sharp out the window and towards the trees outside of the cabin. 

“What is it, baby?” you asked as Bucky sat up to look for the source of her fixation. 

Koda barked and huffed; her shuffling paws clicked against the wooden floor. The window misted over where her nose was shoved against the glass pane. 

“Oh– Look, Clover—c’mere, look!” Bucky rushed as he got to his feet. 

You glanced at him, then back out of the window — a small herd of deer, no more than five of the creatures, were slowly, cautiously appearing between the trees. “Oh, goodness.”

“Quick, get your camera, baby,” Bucky whispered, and he dashed towards the door to get your coats. “If we go slow, maybe they’ll let you take pictures!” The dogs moved to follow him, but he turned on the spot and placed a hand over their muzzles to hush their small, excited yips. “No, you’ll only scare ‘em—shh, quiet!”

They tried to whine and bark, but he held fast. 

You chuckled quietly and strode to the bookshelf, where your camera awaited. The treasured device rested against your chest while you adjusted the strap to sit comfortably around your neck, when Bucky suddenly said, “Wait, I know.” He dashed into the kitchen, only to reappear a few seconds later with two bones. A brown paper bag was stuffed into his coat pocket. 

The appearance of the dog’s favourite treat made their tails thump on the wooden floor, and Bucky tossed the two cuts towards their beds. “Now quiet down.” 

“Buck, what have you got there–” 

“Corn,” he answered, and he grabbed your hand to pull you towards the door, his smile brighter than the white snow that covered the ground outside. 

The air was frigid and still, but when the deer spotted the two of you on the few steps of the porch, they lifted their noses and sniffed the air. “Are they tame?” you wondered aloud, looking at Bucky from the corner of your eye. “Did you–?”

“I’ve only seen one herd in these parts,” he mumbled in reply, and he squinted his eyes at the visitors. “Wait here.”

You did so, perched on the step with your camera in hand while Bucky steadily but slowly walked forward, his soft voice cooing reassurances and quiet nothings to the herd. 

It was only when a much smaller deer — a fawn with gangly, long legs, and overly large ears stepped out from behind a tree with a doe did you truly struggle in restraining the glee that vibrated through your limbs. They were a beautiful sight to behold, truly sweet and innocent.

Bucky made a noise of surprise before he turned back to you, a wide grin tugging at his lips. “This is the herd that comes ‘round—I rescued the fawn’s mom.”

The snow crunched under Bucky’s boots as he walked towards the herd, a hand outstretched in an offering to greet them in the best way they understood. A softer, fluffier dusting of snow covered their pelts like a second skin, adding to the white, mottled spots of their coats and making the softer browns richer in tone. 

You could not turn the camera on fast enough. It whirred to life just as Bucky reached them and through the lens, you zoomed in to better capture their beauty. The mother of the fawn stretched her neck out to sniff at Bucky’s hand, and you snapped a few photographs while being mindful of keeping your happiness contained — they would spook at any loud, sudden noise. 

From across the yard, Bucky called you over. “C’mere, baby. Come and say hello.”

The camera clicked one final time, and you pulled the screen from your line of sight, only to gasp in surprise. Bucky was standing among the herd, his hands outstretched and heaped with corn while he laughed at the does that were curious — their noses followed his movements with keen interest.

He laughed as one of them stuck their nose into his coat pocket, searching for more snacks. “They love the corn, come an’ give ‘em some for your photos.”

“Okay,” you said nervously, and you stepped forward, moving slower and slower as you neared the clustered herd. “They’re not–”

“Nah, they’re okay,” Bucky assured, and he gestured for you to hold your hand out. “Here, give ‘em some, then they’ll love you.”

The corn was heaped into your hand, and you offered it to the nearest deer, who, much to Bucky’s amusement, turned their nose up at it. You frowned, disheartened at her rejection, but then the small fawn wandered over, their long legs unsteady in the snow. “Hello, little one,” you whispered, and you offered your hand, palm flat and low to the ground. 

“That’s it, baby,” Bucky praised — you looked up from the fawn and saw him petting the mother, her nose shoved into his other hand while she chewed heartily. The fond smile on his lips made your chest warm in admiration. “It was years ago now. Freezin’ cold winter and I thought she wouldn’t make it. Somehow, I scared the bear that was attackin’ her off and took her back home,” he explained. “Took a few weeks, and a lotta patience, but she’s right as rain now, aren’t you, little one?”

A small noise escaped between the doe’s enthusiastic chewing, when you felt a small push against your fingers. You gasped quietly and looked down — the fawn’s nose was an inch away from the corn scattered over your palm, its little nose twitching as it sniffed. “Hello,” you said, even quieter than before. 

The wet nose brushed over your skin, and then the fawn nibbled at the corn, its teeth scraping against your palm; a ticklish sensation you don’t think you could ever describe. You lifted the camera from your chest and snapped a few photos, unable to stop the smile spreading over your lips as the fawn ate and ate, content as could be. “Oh, they’re beautiful.”

“Aren’t they?” Bucky said happily. 

While you were distracted with the fawn, there was the sound of crunching hoofbeats to your side, and suddenly, a very wet muzzle on your cheek. “Oh!” 

The doe that Bucky was petting just a moment ago was staring at you curiously, her dark eyes somehow staring straight through you and deep into your soul — it was a piercing, assessing gaze, but you swallowed your fright and offered the hand that held the camera. “Hi, there,” you said. 

“Quick, take a shot,” Bucky rushed, his voice a hushed whisper. “Before she gets bored.”

“Alright,” you said, dubiously believing that she would stay still. The camera shook in your hand, and you took a deep breath, steadying your nerves at being so close to a docile, but wild creature. “Smile for me, love.”

To your utter disbelief, the doe sniffed at the camera and stayed as still as a statue while you took shot, after shot, after shot. Her eyes twinkled from the Christmas lights over the cabin, and the contrast to the black of her eyes was striking — nature’s beauty melded with the wonders of man. 

“Beautiful—absolutely beautiful,” you breathed, lowering the camera. 

Bucky grinned and moved to stand next to you. The deer appeared to have their fill of interaction, and they turned to leave, their pace as relaxed as could be — quite the difference to the leaps and bounds of the herds you passed while driving your truck by them on the roads. 

“That was amazing.”

Bucky looked at you, then turned his attention back to the retreating herd. “It was, and I got to experience it with my girl.”

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

[midnightsun-if]

Do we have an alternate ending to the true love kiss scenario but the kiss ended up working? 🥹💔 asking for a broken hearted fellow

A heavy buzzing is what alerts you to your surroundings first, your eyes fluttering open blearily as you try to make sense of the world coming into focus around you.

You were in a familiar room. Faint aromas and scents waft over you, soothing, instead of alerting, the beast within you.

You were on a bed. That you could tell by the soft sheets underneath your hands.

You weren't alone. Your gaze settling on the figure seated directly next to you, a wave of warmth crashing over you at the familiar sight.

Koda: "Hi, sunflower," he whispers, conscious of how loud he needed to be in case you were still disoriented. A large hand cups your cheek, tears causing the gold within his deep brown eyes to shimmer like flecks of liquid sunlight. "You've been asleep for a bit, I'm glad I was able to wake you up." Koda dips his head. "We should get you a medal. I think you beat out a hibernating bear."

Scarlett: "My heart." The whispered admission, spoken through a strangled noise, as if the breath had just been forced back into her lungs, is filled with adoration. "You've finally awoken." A look of complete relief is etched upon her face, Scarlett moving closer, as if on instinct, to clutch your hand. The usual viridescent quality of her gaze was darker than usual, a pallid hue to her complexion, but the happiness the shone through seemed to make her glow from within. "I'll have to ask you desist from ever scaring me like that again. I don't know what I would do if I lost you."

Cyrus/Cyra: "You're awake." A soft smile comes to their lips at the sight, golden eyes shimmering with all the love they felt for you. "I wasn't certain if you would awaken. If I--" They pause, shaking whatever thought away. "I don't know what I would have done if I hadn't been able to help you." They gently take your hand into theirs, pressing a light kiss to the back of it. "You've helped me in so many ways, my flame, I'm glad that I was able to pay, at least some of, it back."

Quinn: "It's about time you woke up," they tease, easy smile on full display. If it wasn't for the strain around sapphire eyes, you would have almost believed it too. "I don't know how much longer I could have put up with your snoring, sweetheart." Quinn shakes their head, settling on the bed, making sure they didn't jostle you too much. "I'm just glad to finally see you awake."

Caden: "I'm glad to see you awake," they murmur, gently swiping a strand of hair away from your face. Argent eyes softened to a pale gray, black curls falling haphazardly across their forehead as they smile gently at you. "Is there anything you need? Anything I can help you with?" Caden settles on the bed beside you, light as air. "I will do everything in my power to make sure you're okay." They press a gentle kiss to your brow. "No matter how long that may take."

Sloane: A rush of emotions flickers across their face at the sight of you actually staring back. Hazel eyes flashing with the depth of the storm raging within them. "You're an ass," they grunt, hands tightening on the covers. "Do you have any fucking idea what you've just put me through?" Sloane barks out a laugh, shaking their head. "If you ever act like that much of a dumbass again, I might just leave you sleeping." Staring at you for a moment, their eyes soften, as does their tone. "But I can't say I'm not glad to see your beautiful eyes."

Blake: "I know I've said I enjoy Sleeping Beauty, but that doesn't mean you need to reenact it, angel." Violet eyes appraise your form, noting everything that could possibly be wrong. Seemingly content with what they find, Blake takes your hand into theirs, relief causing the tension within their body to rush out. "Let's leave curses and hexes to witches and animated movies, okay?" They run a hand through their hair, making the already messy locks even more haphazard in appearance. "Have no interest in almost losing you again."

Reginald/Regina: Blue green eyes brighten, a sunny smile overtaking their lips. "It actually worked!" They beam, rushing to your side in an instant. Slim hands cradling your face as they seem to simply want to soak you in. "I can't believe it actually worked! I'm happy that it did, of course. I don't want to even imagine it failing, but--" They cut themself off, clearly aware that they were headed towards a rant. Reigning themself in, they continue with a softer edge to their tone. "Even if I'm profoundly curious, I don't think I want to ever experience this again. I like it a lot better when you're the one answering my questions."

[reodashi]

BNHA Smells

M.list

...

Deku - Smells like Spreamint and Lime, it's not strong... But subtle freshness.

Bakugo - He's evil... Unintentionally. He Smells so good, like cinnomin rolls and cookies, but he hates when people get too close.

Todoroki - Subtle lavender from his clothes, and subtle vanilla from his shampoo.

Kirishima - Axe... I love him... But it's axe body spray 100%

Iida - Fresh books, pencils, and oddly cranberries... No one asks why though.

Denki - Probably the second best smelling guy in 1-A, Smells like pumpkin spice and Apple cider... He's aware of it too.

Sero - Very subtle Smells, not strong at all... But vague fresh bread scent.

Uraraka - You know she smells good, she smells like berries, frosting, and candy.

Asui - Grass... It's not bad though. She just smells like fresh cut grass.

Momo - Fancy ass perfume, costed her like 200 bucks just to smell vaguely like vanilla and cocoa powder.

Jiro - I mean this in the best possible way, but basement... Not grungy or gross, but just that nice rustic smell basements give.

Tokoyami - He got a candle named 'Death' which smells of blackberries and coconut. He's emo and berrylicious.

Shoji - Bamboo, Campfires, and Rain... All depending on the day.

Ojiro - Freshly vacuumed carpet, and if he's felling fancy he uses citrus body wash.

Hagakure - Fruity cereals, strawberry milk, and occasionally hazelnuts.

Aoyama - Everyone say it with me! 👏 Jasmine👏 Starbucks👏 and cake batter👏

Sato - Duh, flour, cake, fresh pastries, and Gingerbread.

Koda - This one is hard... He either smells like a summer garden or farm hay...

Mineta - B.O. which he says is his natural musk. And sometimes tries to hide it with axe.

Aizawa - Apple pie, fireplaces, and fresh blankets. He Smells cozy.

Allmight - He Smells like pubs... Even though he doesn't got there often... He also smells a bit like blood.

Endeavor - He Smells like charcoal, gasoline, and arrogance. He Smells like he tries to hard, which is ironic since he didn't even try hard to become #1 hero since it was just handed to him after Allmight. 👀 And never tried hard to be a good dad👀

Present Mic - He Smells like fresh technology, you know when you unbox a phone and it smells similar to a fresh phone... It's like that.

Miss Midnight - She smells like Jasmine, aphrodiacs, and rose petals... Very flirty scents.

Nezu - Hamster food and coffee... I said what needed to be said.

Eri - She smells like candy stores, carnival sweets, and fresh plushies.

Hawks - He's a mix... His breath is minty fresh, his hair smells like masculine cologne, but his clothes smell like leather even though they aren't made from leather.

Mirko - *the lingering affection from simps* Jk... Sort of. She smells like protein shakes, new shoes, and carrot cake.

Shinso - Tea, coffee, energy drinks... Anything he consumes that helps him stay awake really...

Shigiraki - I know he smells dusty, he smells like mothballs, alleyways, and Walmart 100%

Toga - She smells like blood, I mean it's inevitable due to her quirk. Other than blood, she smells like cheap makeup, like the really chemically smelling stuff.

Dabi - *Daddy issues and burnt* He smells like hot summer days, peanut butter, and bleach due to his hair dye.

Twice - Beer, cigetettes, fresh pavement, and depression.

Overhaul - He smells fine, he smells like chalk and tree bark... But his mask smells NASTY, the bitch never cleans it.

...

[timeforbedwolfstar]

Finding Home - Chapter 5

At once, everything was both strange and familiar. I could clearly remember the feeling of Remus’ hands through my fur, and falling gently into darkness. I remembered pulling the sled. I remembered Mother, and Koda, and Hera, and Zeus, and Geralt and Loki, and Celeste, and Faith. I remembered my life. 

Every part of it. 

When my eyes opened, I saw my mother for the first time. But it wasn’t Mother. This dog was my mother, yes, but she wasn’t Mother. 

This new dog was a light brown color. Old Mother had been jet-black, and she was more assertive in her dominance. With this dog, we knew where we stood. She didn’t prove it over and over like Old Mother did. 

New Mother was smaller than Old Mother, too. She was shorter at the shoulder and stocky where Old Mother had been lean. I mimicked her in color and body shape, which made my tail wag. I was the only brown puppy in the litter — everyone else was jet-black. 

From the moment I was strong enough to stand, I made my way to the edge of the Den. I only managed a few steps before my nose bumped into a new surface. 

It was a cardboard box. I recognized the smell of it from when I lived with Remus. Tired now, I burrowed under a sister to sleep. 

Everything was the same, and yet, it was completely different, as if I had started over. Was that possible? It seemed to me that every time I had life all figured out, it changed. 

A woman would lift us out of the den every day, spending a few minutes brushing off our coats and running her hands over our tiny bodies. I loved her touch, but something about it seemed off. There was no tingle of pleasure like there had been with Remus. 

Was I supposed to return to him? Was that why he never left my mind? 

We were taught new commands like “sit,” “stay,” “lay down,” and “come.” When New Mother was beginning to stand while nursing, I remembered the time when Old Mother was slowly being taken away from us. 

It seemed like a natural thing, what I did then. 

We were outside in the backyard for playtime. I was wrestling with a brother when I saw that the back gate was open. While my siblings made a mad rush for New Mother, who had just been let outside, I trotted out the gate and found myself in an unknown street. 

I looked back behind me, once. New Mother was watching me leave, and with a slight dip of her head she told me this was how it had to be. 

A dog eventually separated from his mother. 

I turned away from her and trotted on. The air around me had a smell of smoke and cinder and ash, but also falling snow and rain. The smell of “magic,” as Remus had called it. 

I began to doubt whether I’d done the right thing in leaving my family. It felt like I had, because I had to find Remus. But I felt the seeds of doubt in leaving behind everything I’d ever known. 

I slowed, looking back behind me. A small part of me wanted to return, but I knew that I’d never discover the reason I’d been born again if I did. I pressed on, a new spring in my step. 

There was a flash of black on the corner of my vision. I paused, looking around. 

A huge black dog stepped out of the shadows, but for all his might, I sensed something familiar under his tough exterior. 

He wagged and I wagged back. He turned and trotted away, and I hurried to follow. 

He seemed annoyed that I was following him, and tried to shake me off. I barked and he stopped, turned back, and let out a fierce growl. 

I stumbled and stopped. He thrashed his tail and turned away, and I followed him again. 

He seemed to give up on me, choosing to ignore me as he led me away from the village that smelled of magic. I followed him toward a small alcove at the base of a mountain, where a small fire was burning. We were out of sight of the village, and the fire was burning low. 

The dog turned into a man, and the magic smelled like water drenched in a dog’s fur. He squatted by the alcove entrance, and gestured to me. “Come on,” he said, and I recognized the command “come” and obeyed it. I lay down next to him, wagging my tail. 

“You’re just a regular dog, ain’t ya?” he said, his voice hoarse and croaking. “Just a regular dog. A lab, ain’t ya? Chocolate lab. I’ll call you Chocolate. An old friend o’ mine had a heart made of chocolate, much as he wanted to say otherwise. Remus Lupin.” 

My tail wagged at the name “Remus.” 

“Yeah, lil’ Chocolate,” the man said, running a hand down my back. “I sure hope Remus got the dogs handled. Wonder if he kept ‘em. Old Thor . . . he’ll be gone by now, surely? After twelve years . . . And he was old when I left. . . .” He shook his head and offered me his hand. I pawed it, wagging. “I’m Sirius, young pup. Sirius Black. And I’m on a mission.” He smiled, then put two fingers to his forehead and removed them in what I would later learn was a salute. “Marauder’s honor.” 

[number-one-good-boy]

Today me and my owner were walking and he stuck out his hand and said "Paw" and instinctively I placed my hand in his and I started breathing a bit from my mouth and my brain got weird and fuzzy. When we stood at a street crossing he said "Stay." And I stopped in my tracks just like he said. When he started walking i stood perfectly still until he told me to walk.

I really really love this kind of casual doggification. I'm his dog!!! It's so wonderful.

[good-boy-supreme]

Welcome to my blog ^-^

Hii everyone ! ｡:ﾟ૮ ˶ˆ ﻌ ˆ˶ ა ﾟ:｡

My name is Koda !! My owner gave it to me ૮ ᴖﻌᴖა ! This is my blog for STRICTLY safe for work pet play content! Feel free to send in asks, but anything NSFW will be blocked immediately!

With that out of the way, here are some facts about me that are good to know:

-My pronouns are He/Him!

-I'm both a pup and a therian!

-I'm the NUMBER ONE good boy

-I have an owner and I'm not looking for another ^-^

-Im Gay!

Just be respectful and have fun!!!!

[arawsuu]

Messy Eater

heh yea alright babe, i'll post the half rendered Astarion/tav drawing.

[orangedogsquad]

Scent hound life

[companionwolf]

A moment from day 6 of Op. Summer Afternoon featuring Katersky & Koda.

Description under the cut because I know my handwriting is garbage u_u

[Panel 1: Katersky sits on the left of a couch, angrily looking at a notebook in his hand. On the right side of the couch, leaning over the back, is Koda. "...Katersky?" he asks, less a question than a greeting, looking toward the other man

Panel 2: "Is that from the box? Or the dorm?" Koda continues, still looking toward Katersky, his questions referring to the notebook.

Panel 3: "Dorm - I was trying to draw these things, but uh, they're a little..." Katersky trails off, meeting an unseen Koda's gaze.

Panel 4: "Hey!" Katersky says as we see the end result of Koda taking the notebook as he mutters, "Here, let me see--"

Panel 5: The sigils of the Create Gravitic Warp ritual.

Panel 6: Koda looks frightened; behind him a abstract representation of shock. To the right within the shockline, we can see text reading "-1 SAN"

Panel 7: Koda's looking at Katersky with an expression between fear and anger; he's pointing at the notebook that he holds in his left hand. "What the FUCK are you doing with this?" he asks.

Panel 8: Sitting on the couch, looking at where Koda's now dropped the notebook to the floor, Katersky says, "I want to understand it."

Panel 9: Koda looks down at the notebook with a concerned, nervous expression and says nothing.

Panel 10: We see Koda's booted feet, with the fallen notebook nearby. Across the panel text reads, "You want to understand?"

Final panel: Black handwritten text on a white background. The text reads, "YOU'LL DIE TRYING."]

[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐀 𝐏𝐚𝐰 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐥

A girl’s day out with Koda takes a surprising turn, and you were left with more questions than answers with Bucky’s strange, mysterious behaviour.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ☘︎ Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ☘︎ 1.9k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ☘︎ Tooth rotting fluff

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ☘︎ I love foreshadowing.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ☘︎ @rookthorne's Merry Buckmas — Masterlist

𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐲 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬, 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Snow covered the roads between Bucky’s cabin and the town centre, and the truck tires, chains attached, navigated the terrain with ease — a blessing, given the age of the ancient automobile. 

Next to you, in the passenger seat, Koda sat with her tongue lolling from her mouth and tail thumping on the leather of the seat. Her little barks and grunts of excitement made you smile as you drove, nearing the town. 

The build up to the festive season, at least, in your family, was always a hectic, mind-numbing time. Preparations started early, as early as October, and the habit of having some semblance of festive organisation and creativity allowed the ability to make a plan with some affinity for joy. 

At least, that’s what you told yourself. Bucky, on the other hand, was as laid back as a bear in hibernation. He could not care less. 

“Are you headed out today?” Bucky asked tiredly — the low timbre of his morning voice still sent shivers up your spine. It was one of the rare times where Bucky wasn’t awake and up working before the crack of dawn. 

You allowed yourself only a short amount of time to revel in it. Just because he chose to lie in, it didn’t mean the world stopped. And time was ticking by.

The pop and crack of your bones when you stretched to the ceiling made you wince, and you slumped on the bed with a groan. “Why don’t you meet us in the–” You paused, mulling over the places in town that you could stop at. “What about the cafe? By Wanda’s shop—you remember it right?”

Bucky yawned, and nodded. “A’right, sounds good.” He rolled onto his back and huffed. “Take Koda with you? Poor princess misses her momma—I’m workin’ her too hard, apparently.”

“You are,” you teased, smirking. “I’ll take my baby, we can have a girl’s day.”

“If you come back with her claws painted,” Bucky said, sitting up. “I swear to–” You kissed him full on the lips, silencing his tirade, and he pulled back, brow raised. “Jus’ have fun. I know what you get like with this damn Christmas shoppin’, baby.”

“I always have fun.” 

An hour later, after a hearty, warm breakfast, Koda and you jumped into your truck and there you were, on the road to town, the back tray of the truck prepared for your incoming haul.

Koda huffed next to you, and you glanced over — she was looking out the window at a herd of bounding deer. “No, baby,” you chided, and you put a hand on her back, scratching the fur. “You can’t have them, leave ‘em be.”

A low whine left her muzzle at the scolding, and you chuckled. 

“How about we get you a treat in town, hey?” She turned in the seat to face you, her floppy, brown ears perking up at the word treat. “I knew that would get you, honey,” you cooed, scratching her chin, and you grimaced at the slobber that now covered your wrist. 

The town sign came into view as you rounded the final turn of the road. Sprawling pines and fir trees lined the way, a distinctly thick blanket of snow covering their branches from the previous night’s fall. It was a beautiful sight as the sunlight bounced off the crisp white.

Townsfolk that dawdled on the sidewalks were rugged up to the nines in the chilly breeze. A snow plough had thankfully been through that morning, leaving behind heaped piles on the sides of the roads, and you briefly thought of the mess that Koda would make jumping into one. 

“Koda, baby,” you said, and Koda’s mouth closed as she tilted her head in question — her bright eyes widened from your stern tone. “I need you to behave. You stay next to me, okay?”

She barked once and licked her nose. “I know you can’t understand me,” you mused, and you turned your truck into a free parking space. The grind of the handbrake was loud in the cabin. “Alright, how about we get a couple of things for preserving first, honey?”

A yip was your answer, and you nodded. “Good girl. Now, c’mon.” The air outside was as crisp as it was back at the cabin, but you made your way to the passenger side and opened the door for Koda. “Heel,” you ordered immediately, and Koda stood stock still. “That’s it. Let’s get your lead.” 

With the leash attached to her collar and your bag over your shoulder, you began the journey of Christmas shopping. Koda greeted every person that passed you by, as did you. Life in a small town was the familiarity with everyone, and you felt blessed for that, given the amount of baked goods you received as gifts — and the friendships, of course. 

For hours, you went from shop to shop, buying things on your considerably long list, and you were starting to tire from lugging groceries back and forth. The temptation to text Bucky and tell him to hurry up was overwhelming. 

The cuts of meat in the crate you carried jostled as you walked back towards your truck, when Koda perked up next to you. And having a weighty load of fresh meat in your arms, you were keen to avoid an overexcited dog pulling you down onto the pavement in a glorious face plant. “Girl, heel,” you commanded quickly, looking up and around, “What is it?” 

You searched the street, until you saw a truck approaching — it was identical to the one that parked next to yours back at the cabin, and with an equally familiar brown and white St. Bernard in the passenger seat. Bucky had finally arrived. “Oh, thank–”

Koda barked and launched forward, her paws skidding over the snowy pavement, and you winced at the pull of the lead on your wrist. The crate of meat in your arms tottered and swayed dangerously as the truck pulled up right in front of you, the engine cutting out straight away. Bucky’s head popped out from the driver’s side window as Koda whined, desperate to get to him. 

“I was just about to text you,” you huffed, desperately attempting to get a stable hold on the meat so it would not tumble to the concrete.  

Bucky, who had worn his hair down and covered it with a beanie, while a thick, plaid jacket covered his shoulders, slipped out the driver’s side and Sarge followed suit. “Good thing I have a sixth sense for when my Clover needs help, huh?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you mumbled, and Bucky took the crate from your arms. “Thank you. Koda, sit.”

The overexcited ball of fluff did as she was told, and you scratched behind her ears as she looked up at you, then to Bucky, then back to you. Sarge was placidly sitting at Bucky’s heel, his calm disposition making you envious for a fleeting second. “She’s been so excited—seeing all of her friends,” you explained.

“I bet,” Bucky chuckled. He looked at you and grinned. “So, where were my girls off to next? What’s on that list a’yours?”

You sighed, and fetched the sheet of paper that had guided your whole expedition from your bag. “Decorations—I need some for our tree that you got,” you listed, and your eyes scanned further down the page. “Then it is… Well, that’s really it, except for the last of the food.”

“Why don’t we do the food first,” Bucky offered, stepping backwards towards the bed of his truck. “Then they,” he nodded at the two dogs who now sat at your feet, “Will hopefully, hopefully, be tired out—give us less of a damn workout.”

“Good idea.” 

Once the cuts of meat were safely away in the bed of Bucky’s truck, the four of you made your way back down the street towards another grocer, your list and the leash of Koda in one hand, Bucky’s in the other. 

The venture through the grocer’s went smoothly, even with the two dogs in tow, and when you made your way back to your truck, Bucky paused. The sudden tug on your arm made you stop, and you looked back to see what was wrong. “What is– Oh.”

Bucky was staring into the window display of the local seamstress. There were two mannequins, dressed up as Santa Claus, and Mrs. Claus. “They’re pretty,” he said, stepping closer to the glass. 

You followed suit and admired the finishes on the skirt of Mrs. Claus’ dress — beautiful, iridescent whites and ivories were interwoven with deep cherry red. It looked comfortable too; warm from the soft material. 

The Santa costume looked just as well made with woollen accents, and heavy, durable fabric. “You would be so cuddly in that, babe,” you murmured, absentmindedly squeezing Bucky’s hand. “And you could be Santa, even over at the site.”

“We need them,” Bucky said quietly, and before you could say a word of protest, he let go of your hand and walked right up to the entry. There was the sound of Christmas carols when he pulled the door open, and he walked inside, Sarge following obediently after him.  

“Bucky!” you laughed, and you rushed in after him, careful to keep a tight hold on Koda’s leash. “Come back, let’s get all of this in the car first.”

The interior of the shop was cosy and warm. Materials and threads of all kinds and colours lined the space in shelves or drawers; the colours of green, red, and gold most popular, if the giant display in the middle of the floor was any indication. 

You found Bucky at the counter, chatting happily with the worker while they prepared something on the countertop. He smiled at you as you approached, and said to the worker, “We’ll grab the set of outfits on the mannequins.” 

The worker grinned and ran to grab the matching outfit from the mannequins. With them occupied, you looked at Bucky, unable to hide the amusement at his impulsivity. “This wasn’t on my list,” you whispered, smirking.

Bucky shrugged. “Don’t care, bunny. You’re gonna look so fuckin’ beautiful in that, and I need my Mrs. Claus, don’t I?”

You sighed. “You’re not wrong.”

“Thank you,” Bucky drawled, and he kissed your cheek just as the worker came back with the matching costumes. 

A few moments later, all four of you exited the store, cardboard bag in hand with the costumes. Thankfully, both of your trucks were parked not too far from one another. 

With a few grunts of effort, the two truck beds were stacked full from your haul, and everything was ticked off your list, except…

“You do realise, babe,” you said suddenly, now that the reality of those costumes had settled in. “That Santa Claus and Mrs. Claus are married… Right?”

Bucky only smirked. 

Your mouth fell slack at his lack of an answer, and you swore your coat was suddenly too hot. “Bucky!”

He shrugged. “What? Can’t a man dream?” You watched him walk backwards to his truck, Sarge at his heels, and he blew you a kiss before he slipped into the driver’s seat. “See you at home, baby!” he called over the rumble of the engine, and he was gone. 

At your feet, Koda yipped and looked up at you. “Did you– Did you hear him, baby?” She whined in response. “I– Oh my god, okay,” you breathed. Your heart raced in your chest and your mind moved just as fast. “What just happened? No, no—let’s get home, honey. Your dad has a lot to answer for.”

If Koda could have voiced an answer, you would have suspected she would turn around and mention the lack of treats — but little did you know, the biggest treat was yet to come one day soon.

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