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kiritella · 2 years

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Love me...

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Words: 3.8k

Warnings: mentions and descriptions of depression. Hints but no actual mention of self harm.

A.N: This one was actually very personal for me. I go through things like this periodically, and I just need some Bucky sometimes. I am not trying to describe all depression, as everyone is different, but this is just something that I go through...

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The fork scraped against the plate as Y.n poked at her food. There is something about the way silence can be your saving grace, but at the same time, if left in it, one can easily go mad. It could be your home, or a complete mess. The way Y.n knew she was in trouble was because of this. Her head was getting to be an uneasy place to be when the world wasn’t awake. Thank the heavens that morning was slipping through the cracks of the curtains. It was coming again. The ache was currently soft, easily mistaken for the burn in your lungs when you hold your breath for a few seconds too long. It blended in with the move of her muscles, or the pressure when she flicked her finger. The only thing that set it apart from the rest of the casual pains of existence was its familiarity and persistence. This pain wasn’t like a prick of the finger or the stub of the toe, it was a hollowing pressure. It was as if her ribs were slowly getting smaller and smothering everything they caged. They had only shrunk slightly this morning, but Y.n noticed.

The soft padding of feet made her smile despite this. They were once imperceptible, but with time, those feet had gotten heavier with easement of their owner’s heart. Bucky walked around the corner of the kitchen in just some old sweat pants and a messy hairdo, yawning with the back of his hand trying to cover it. Y.n watched from over her cup as she took a sip, steam brushing up against her cheeks. He shuffled over to her, dipping down to kiss the top of her head. She smiled.

“Good morning, Sunshine…” he said. Then, he turned and grabbed his mug from beside the coffee pot, filling it up as he noted the full breakfast cooked and ready in a pan, keeping warm on the stove. “You were up early.”

Y.n hummed, pushing her berries to the side of the plate as she thought of the nickname Bucky had given her. “Woke up and couldn’t fall back asleep…” she said. “But you were quite the sight to watch this morning.”

Bucky laughed softly and gave her an unbelieving look. “With what I saw in the mirror earlier, I doubt that.”

“I said quite the sight, I didn’t say what kind of sight it was…” she said teasingly.

Bucky gasped playfully, scooping his breakfast from the pan and onto a plate. “That’s cruel.”

“Don’t worry, I still love ya.”

He hummed a ha sound and sat in the seat beside hers. Taking a sip of coffee, he noted her plate as she pushed her toast around with her fork. He nudged her arm. “Not eating?” he asked. A worried crease formed between his brows, but Y.n shook her head.

“Nah, I’m gonna eat,” she said, but looked up from where she was staring at the grains in the red plate. The window was now filtering beautiful golden rays into the dining room. It gave the place an ethereal glow. The fire in the living room kept the cold mountain air away from the inside of the log cabin. Their little sanctuary. That beauty and heat took too long to warm her skin.

Y.n leaned her head against Bucky’s shoulder. “...I think today is a bit cloudy today,” she said after another minute of silence. The words made the cabin seem colder.

Bucky glanced out the window before he paused. From her position, she was blind to his lips dipping into a soft frown. He nodded, lifting the arm she was leaning against and wrapping it around her shoulders. He pressed a lingering kiss to the top of her head. “Okay, baby girl,” he said in a voice much quieter than in their previous conversation.

It was coming. What “it” was, Y.n didn’t know how to define exactly. Neither did she know when they started to use weather patterns as a way to explain her mental state. What she did know, was that even having recovered from the darkest, most lingering parts of her depression, there were still periodic times when those feelings came back full swing. Once every few months, an “episode” would hit and she would sink into the darkest places in her mind. They never lasted and usually were over in no more than a week, but in that week, she was reminded of everything she was desperate to forget. And one was coming. There was a storm brewing in her chest and in her mind. She needed to close the shutters for the windows and barricade the door, locking her and Bucky inside until it passed.

Knowing the signs of the episode was bittersweet. Knowing helped her keep logic intact when they hit, but there was still the impending doom of their arrival. It’d start with some doubts. Her anxiety would spike to the point she wouldn’t want to leave the house. She couldn’t because that would take energy. Energy she could feel slowly draining even now as she forced another bite of food in her mouth that she wasn’t hungry enough to eat. Bucky’s arm released her as she sat up from his shoulder, but it found a new home on her thigh. Constant and firm. When breakfast was finished, and the sun was risen enough to see the wonders of their isolated place in the universe, Bucky convinced Y.n to keep him company while he worked. She sat on the ground at Bucky’s feet while he fiddled under his truck, soaking in the sunlight. She liked the sun, despite having never been a fan of summer. Bucky kept her distracted, having her hand him tools or talk about anything or nothing at all. He knew her well, and at this point, she supposed they had set a routine. Fresh air, sunlight, and movement. The three things that helped to keep Y.n from lingering in the darkness of her mind for too long. Thankfully, the weather there on the mountain stayed on the best side of cold, and their little place had enough to keep their hands busy. She needed busy to keep her mind occupied.

So, she helped Bucky fix his car, and from there they fixed the leak in the bathroom sink. And the next day Bucky helped her rearrange the cabinets in the kitchen and mop the entirety of the house. It didn’t matter that Y.n had wiped the counters down three times, or spent over an hour cleaning the grease out of one of Bucky’s jeans, or that she had readjusted the same picture five times to get it straight. There was nothing said the next day about the way she rewashed all the clean plates and bowls, remade the already made bed, or when she ironed Bucky’s shirts despite living in the midst of nowhere and with nowhere to go. Nothing needed to be said about it, but they talked of everything else. Steadily though, as her mind became a nightmare, and her ribs shrank until her heart could barely beat, even the conversation began to dwindle.

Bucky was patient. He reminded her of the good things she had so she would have something to fight for and focus on. He made sure she ate, drank, and got out of bed. The last one was getting harder to convince her of, though, and on the morning of the third day, he wasn’t sure he was going to be successful until noon.

“Baby…” he whispered, sitting beside Y.n on the bed where she was trying to hide beneath the covers. He wasn’t condescending as he took a heavy breath and tugged the blanket down so he could see her face. She was lost in the midst of empty space, her gaze set at the curtain closed window, but it was as if she was seeing far beyond it. She looked away from it and up to his eyes, smiling weakly. It was a complicated thing to keep logic intact when going through an episode. Y.n knew exactly what her overreactions were, that all the voices in her head were being irrational, and that she was deserving of love. She knew logically, but damn, emotionally she was broken. Her mind and heart were a paradox. How do you heal something like that?

“G’morning,” she whispered back.

“Good morning,” he said. “I’ve got food on the stove for ya…”

Y.n hummed, but her lips sank into a frown. “But it’s so warm in here!” she countered cheerfully.

“I’ve got a fire going in the living room…”

“And snugly…”

“There’s your mess of blankets and pillows on the couch from last night…”

“…” she thought a moment. “It’s…My legs are broken.”

Bucky chuckled at that. “Oh! Well, you should have started with that one!” He grabbed the blankets and ripped them off her. She squealed, trying to grip them as the cold air brushed up on her bare stomach and legs. Bucky quickly but gently grabbed her legs and began poking them.

“What—” she started but gasped as Bucky began gripping her legs and knees just the right way that tickled them. “No!”

Bucky continued his assault until she had succumbed to laughter.

“What is it baby?” he teased. “It looks like your legs are just fine!”

“B-b-bucky!” she squealed, but Bucky dipped and began planting kisses along her knees and his beard scraped along her skin. She calmed down as he stopped tickling her, and her eyes softened when Bucky’s peered up at her from his place between her legs. He leaned forward over her body, his hand slipping to her hip, resting his other one on his elbow beside her head. A smile peeked on his lips as they descended to her forehead, down over her eyes, and then finally caressing her lips. He kissed her softly, and then again to tell her it would be okay, and with one more he convinced her that she could find the strength to get up. When he pulled away from her lips, she sat up with him and pulled them back. With one more, her chest make room for her to breathe.

“Okay…” she whispered.

He nodded, squeezing her hand. “Okay.”

With that, Bucky handed her a shirt that was lying on the small stack on the bedside. She was grateful as she pulled it over her and it covered her belly loosely, hiding the things mind was screaming too loudly about. Buck then took her arms and pulled them over his shoulders, so her chest met his back. It took a moment, but when she got it, she smiled, laughing, and wrapping her legs around his waist. Bucky lifted them up and hulled her on a piggyback ride to the dining room.

“You’ve got some strong legs for someone who says they are broken.”

“Probably because you’ve taken me against the wall so many times…or the fact that you like to be ridd—”

“Okay, okay, missy,” he said, a pink tint rushing up his neck. Y.n kissed the spot under his ear and he shivered, shaking his head as the hair on his neck stood on end. “Babygirl…”

She hummed as he let her down off his back. There was a grey nature to the room as clouds blocked most of the sunlight from the earth. It smelled heavenly, though, and Bucky explained it by presenting to her a plate of waffles and syrup, berries on the side and whipped cream stacked on the top. It was a plate of carbs and that was exactly what she wanted. She could regret it later.

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How Bucky had convinced her to take a walk with him was beyond all reason. Y.n’s breaths were uneven as she hiked up over another steep hill. Bucky was a few steps ahead, but he waited for her at the top. He reached out a hand and when she took it, he helped her over the last stretch with a tug, unrelenting on his hold as their hands remained intertwined to continue walking. The day was chilly, and the sun that would normally offer them a bit of reprieve was sunk beneath a thick layer of clouds. A strong breeze rushed through the woods, rattling the trees, and Y.n pushed her free hand into her pocket to warm her cold fingers. Her sweater bunched up at her wrist. Her wrists ached again. She scratched them against the denim of her jeans.

Her legs were done, and her chest was too damn tight for this. It was a short walk. Rocks settled in her stomach when she remembered that this was a short walk. She could manage that much…she should be able to. Lazy. She took another deep breath. A promise was a promise, and she promised Bucky that she would take a walk. Why was it so hard? The bed at home called out to her, and the thought of being curled up in blankets and sleeping the pain away was heaven compared to this. Pathetic.

A sniffle broke the silence between them. Y.n blinked away the tears that she blamed on the cold air, wiping the remnants off her cheeks. Bucky’s hand squeezed hers, and its warmth kept her grounded as they trudged through the growing storm. The swift return to the cabin was quiet of words but filled with the sound of wind picking up and thunder rolling in from the distance. They closed the front door on it as they entered the cabin.

Y.n slowly toed off her shoes and removed her socks before finding a place in front of the fireplace. She stoked the hot coals they had left before the walk, adding a couple logs and blowing on the embers to get the fire going again. She sighed heavily as a small flame grew to take the bottom of the log, sharing its warmth. Groaning, she sat on the floor in front of it and watched as the yellow and orange grew. Bucky found her there ten minutes later, staring at what was now a steady fire.

“Hey, c’mon,” he said, walking over and nudging her side. “Upsy, off the floor.”

Y.n tilted her head up to see behind her with a smile. “Upsy?”

Bucky chuckled. “Yes, upsy. Are you making fun of me?”

Reaching her arms up she nodded. “Yes, yes I am good sir.”

Bucky took her arms and pulled her up. To give her credit, she did help him by moving her feet. Still, he groaned in teasing. “Agh—you gonna make me drag ya all the way to bed?”

She hummed, pouting. “Maybe I am!”

“Ya need a shower before bed—phew!” he said, scrunching up his face, dropping her arms. He sank down to his knees in front of her and took a dramatized sniff of her face. “Ya starting to smell.”

She gasped. “I smell? You should get a whiff of yourself mister!” she said, shoving his shoulder and he grinned. ��You’re all sweaty and dirty!”

“That’s not me!,” he said, launching forward until she was pinned under him on the floor. She laughed as he pebbled her face and neck with tiny kisses and teasing remarks. When she was out of breath, he sat up. “Fine, we’ll both shower—together.”

Y.n rolled her eyes. “Fine. I suppose I could do that. Since you stink so bad you might need help getting it all off.”

Bucky chuckled, rolling his eyes as he stood, offering her a hand and helping her up, leading her to the bathroom. It was there that the barriers she had put up came down with every piece of clothing that she removed. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, and she turned away quickly. Bucky had to drag her into the shower, and under the hot water, she wished that she could scrub away all the parts of her body she despised. Every piece of skin was on display for the person she loved and admired to see. Y.n’s arms crossed over her body. When Bucky lifted her chin up, she looked away, unable to meet his eyes. His soft tut broke her heart, but fear sank in when he opened the shower door and stepped out.

“W-wait—”

Bucky looked back, smiling dimly. “I’m not leaving, just hold on…”

She did. The next thing she saw was nothing. The lights were turned off and the bathroom was portrayed in complete darkness. She couldn’t tell her hand from her leg and the knot in her throat welled up again. A moment later, Bucky was back in the shower and his hand found her shoulder, tracing down to her elbow and pulled her close.

“Keep your eyes closed,” he whispered. She obeyed, and only after a little shuffling and his hands weaving through her hair did she understand. Soap bubbles washed down her neck and over her chest as Bucky washed her hair. The motion of his hands massaged away some of the tension in her head, but it made the knot in her throat heavier. She didn’t deserve him.

The water was eventually turned off and they stepped out, drying off in the darkness because Y.n couldn’t bring herself to turn on the light just yet. She knew with the minimal clothes she was wearing, she would face it when she stepped outside the bathroom. But she could have a few more moments, right? Those moments passed too quickly. Y.n found herself standing at the edge of the bed, fixing the blanket again as one of Bucky’s shirts hung off her shoulder. Her hands began scratching at the ache in her wrists.

Bucky pulled them away, guiding her to sit on the bed before he sank to his knees in front of her. He kissed the inside of her wrist, right over the pulse point, and her tears overflowed and a sob broke through the knot in her throat. Thunder shook the room as lightning struck nearby and Y.n cried, covering her eyes with her free hand as she leaned forward over her knees. Torrents of rain beat against the window, and the wind howled over the mountain. Bucky held her head between his hands, staying by her side as she fell apart. As she broke her chest open to release the pressure and pain. As she screamed at old scars. He held her in the climax and tragedy. No, none of it made sense. It never would. Logic tried to scream over the pain, you’re fine, you’re fine, you’re fine, but nothing was. Logic doesn’t know how to talk to a heart that is aching. Logic speaks, but the heart only knows Latin and doesn’t understand.

Y.n knew the truth. She understood reason. She knew because her mind told her so, but her heart also said she was bleeding. The pain accompanying the intrusive thoughts was oppressive—devastating. She couldn’t escape it if she tried, and she did try, every single time. She was without sense or hope. She pulled Bucky close in her madness, her hands screaming love me, love me, love me anyway. Without him, she was nothing. Bucky never wavered. He pulled her into the bed, kissing her head and held her close, tightly, like he was the only thing holding her together. And he likely was.

Y.n hid her face in his chest, muttering with a shaky breath, “It’s so dark I can’t see anything in front of me.”

Bucky nodded. “That’s okay.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay…” he said and kissed the top of her head.

Y.n tightened her arms around his waist. “I know everything’s gonna be fine I just—My head, damn it I’m so screwed up—” she sobbed.

“Hey, hey,” Bucky said, cutting her off. “You know better than that.”

She took a deep breath. “I’m sorry I get like this.”

“It’s not your fault,” he said, pulling her head back so he could look at her properly. His eyes were red-lined and his hair was a damp mess. “I choose you anyway…we’ll work through this one just like we did the last. And I’ll be here for the next one. We’re gonna be okay, okay?”

“Okay…” she whispered. “I love you.”

“Good,” he said, sniffling as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead, “Because I love you too.”

Bucky tucked Y.n in against his chest again, and with some shuffling, they managed to get under the blankets. He wrapped his legs over and between hers until they were inseparable. The knot in Y.n’s throat slowly began to ease. Her now gentle cries were soothed by the rhythmic, though sometimes shaky nature of Bucky’s breathing. Y.n’s fingers traced over the expanse of his back, between his shoulder blades and sliding down to the dip in his spine. As the turbulent thoughts began to ease into stinging whispers, she relaxed, and her chest didn’t seem quite as heavy. Silence settled for a few minutes as her hands slowly came to a halt on Bucky’s back. The few minutes stretched into several and then into many. Soon, night fell on them, and she was still, eyes closed at last as she was encased in sleep. One of the few places her mind let her rest. Bucky held her still, soothing his own heart by keeping her close. There was only so much a man’s heart could take of watching the one he loves suffer and break.

The morning came too quickly, but it was better. After a climax, there was always a decline. The front door closed behind Bucky as he stepped out on to the front porch, sitting in the wooden rocking chair beside Y.n. He handed her one of the coffees he held. She smiled, letting the warmth from the mug seep into her fingers. A calm settled between them.

“Thank you,” she said quietly. He hummed, a small smile peaking off the corners of his lips as he watched her. A new life rested in her, and he could tell she was breathing easier by the way she embraced the sunlight sliding across her cheeks.

The rain from the night before left the grass wet and the air a bit colder, but the skies were clearing, and the morning sun was rising steadily. A gentle breeze brushed past them, bringing fresh air to their little spot. Y.n relaxed back in her chair, her hand falling from her mug to take Bucky’s hand. He gave it willingly, and she lifted it to her lips, pressing a kiss to his knuckles before intertwining their fingers and letting them rest back on his thigh. He smiled, and so did she, and he knew. He relaxed and his features softened. The storm was clearing.

“Thank you,” she said again, but for more.

“Always…” he said. He leaned toward her to kiss her. “Always,” he repeated, sealing the words against her lips as a promise.

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mrsbarnesdolly · 2 years

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Y'ALL I NEED A MIRACLE

I can't find this lumberjack!bucky fic. I think it was a series and I only read the first part. Reader is a sales person at a local corner store or something and Bucky likes this sticky bun kind of thing. Also Bucky and reader have fun in the back of the shop before Bucky and Sam go out for a job 😩

#bucky barnes #sebastian stan #bucky barnes fanfiction #lumberjack!bucky x reader #lumberjack!bucky barnes #lumberjack!bucky barnes x reader #lumberjack au #lumberjack!sam wilson #bucky likes sticky buns #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x reader smut #help me find this #help me find a fic

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mrsbarnesblog · 6 months

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firewood

masterlist ko-fi ao3

Lumberjack! Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: When you decide to chop wood in your backyard, your hot neighbor, who happens to be a lumberjack, offers you some help.

Word count: 4.8K

Warnings: +18❗️smut, hot neighbor bucky is a fucking warning, kinda size kink, rough sex, protected sex, dirty talk, pet names

Author's note: this is one of my favorite works, so I hope everyone who hasn't read it before will like it too (it's hard to not fall for lumberjack Bucky, tbh🤷‍♀️)

“Hey, do you need help?” You stopped what you were doing. You breathed heavily, your arms ached, and you were already sweating. The man, your neighbor, whom you already saw a few times when you arrived home, was standing before you with his hands in his jeans pockets.

He was attractive. Really handsome. Probably 6 feet tall, with broad shoulders and visibly a lot of muscles under the clothes. Yeah, that red henley left nothing for your imagination. His dark hair was put in a low bun, and he had a little stubble on his face. But you mostly noticed his bright blue eyes, which looked straight at you very attentively.

“Sorry, what?” You said as you wiped sweat from your forehead with the sleeve of your shirt.

“I asked if you needed help. Sorry, but it seems like you have some troubles.” He smiled at you almost shyly, and you couldn’t even make yourself mad at his words.

“Um, It’s my first time doing it.” You awkwardly smiled back, finally putting a big ax to the ground. “But I need wood for my fireplace, so I have to work with what I have.”

“I see… but don’t you have a boyfriend or a husband? I mean, it’s not really easy to do for a woman, and you seem pretty... petite for this?” It almost sounded like a question. “I wanted to say that I can help you if you allow me, because that thing might be really dangerous if you don’t know how to work with it, and I'm a lumberjack, so... it’s not a problem for me.” He awkwardly started to rub his neck. “I’m Bucky, by the way.”

“For a woman?” You playfully arched an eyebrow. “So you think that only men can do this?” You saw how his eyes widened, and you tried to hold your laughter.

“No, no! That’s not what I meant!” He lifted both hands in the air. “It’s just gonna take you forever to do, and as I said before, It’s not the safest work. And since this is my job, I could’ve helped you. As a neighbor, you know?”

“Relax, I’m just joking.” You softly smiled at him. “Nice to finally meet you. I’m Y/N.” You reached out your hand. Bucky’s face relaxed, but then his lips curled into a mischievous smile.

“I like you.” He said, as he shook your hand. His grip was tight, and you felt that he really did a lot of physical work with his hands.

“Oh… thanks?”

“Soo, do you need help?” He asked again.

“Um, honestly, I don’t know. I can’t just let you work for me for free. Can I pay you?”

“Doll, I have enough money, and I don’t need yours. I don’t think that you need tons of firewood, so it would be easy work for me.”

“Okay, but maybe I can give you food? Pastry? I really love to cook, and everyone said that I’m good at it.” You nervously played with your sleeve while Bucky was staring directly at you.

“Deal. I would honestly die for homemade food, ‘cause last time I ate it was at my ma’s and I really miss it. But you don’t have to do this, okay?”

“And you don’t have to help me.” You shot back.

Bucky’s smile grew wider, and he started shaking his head. “You have some temper, doll... Friday is okay?”

“Yeah, totally, any time you’re free.”

“Deal. I should probably go, and you better start training to cook food for me. I am really picky, and you insisted on paying me with it.” He said and started to walk back.

“Oh, shut up.” You laughed. “I know what I’m doing; don’t underestimate me!”

“Fine. See ya, doll.” Bucky waved at you with the biggest smile on his face and finally walked away.

Well, it’s gonna be interesting.

For the next almost two months, Bucky had been “working” for you, and you paid him with your food every single time because you couldn’t leave that man starving after he just got home from work and then willingly helped you.

You two got closer. Bucky was a really good man; you found out it while you were sitting in your backyard looking at how his muscles were moving with every swing of the ax. He was right that it wasn't a big deal for him—the job that you would’ve been doing for several hours he did in twenty or thirty minutes.

The conversation with Bucky was easy, he was a pretty reserved person, but he still told you everything about his job and his friends and asked you things about your life. It was hard not to fall for him. Especially when he gave you this boyish smile every time it was time to say goodbye or when you brought him your homemade food.

Usually he comes to your house every Friday after work around 6 p.m., but today it was already 8 and he still didn’t show up. There was no light in his windows either, so you became really worried that something serious had happened.

You were nervously sitting on the bar stool in your kitchen while your dinner was getting cold on the stove. You really had no appetite. What if he got injured from his dangerous work? Or maybe you were just overreacting and he went on a date with someone? You really had no reason to be worried that much because Bucky probably didn’t even think of you as a close friend, and you were just a too dramatic person with attachment issues.

The light knock on the door scared you a little bit, but you still jumped out of your seat to open it.

Bucky was standing there, visually perfectly fine and without any injuries, and you sighed with relief.

“Bucky, oh my god, hi. Are you okay? I was really worried about you, and I don’t even have your phone number to text or call.” You mumbled as your eyes studied his face.

“Hey, doll.” Bucky softly smiled at you, but it was obvious that he wasn’t really in the mood. “I’m fine. Just a shitty day at work. My boss went fucking crazy over nothing, and it was just a mess.” He ran a hand through his long hair. “But I have to do your firewood, so I'll go change and be back in a few minutes, ‘kay?”

He started to go back, but you caught him by his wrist. “No, Buck, wait. You don’t have to do it right now, really. I have enough wood, and you’re really exhausted. Come in; I have fresh lasagna and chocolate muffins.”

“Um—are you sure? I mean, you don’t have to.” He mumbled. You noticed that you were still holding his wrist, but decided to leave it that way.

“Don’t worry, I have enough food, and you look like you really need it. C’mon, don’t you want to eat something homemade and still hot after a bad day at work?” You gave him your best smile, and it was obvious in his eyes that he already agreed to your idea.

“Okay, we can do that. Honestly, I feel like I’m able to eat a fucking elephant.”

You both shared a laugh before you almost dragged him into your house and closed the door. Only at that moment did you realize that even though you gave Bucky a lot of food, he had never been at your place before. For some reason, you felt really excited to feed him and spend some time together.

“Sit here while I’m heating the food.” Bucky obediently took a seat, looking with a soft smile at how you were moving around in your little kitchen.

You looked so domestic and soft in the warm yellow lights of the room in the cute pink cotton dress with little flowers all over it. The concentration was written all over your face as you tried to perfectly set plates and cutlery on the table and then put steaming lasagna on it.

“Fuck, it smells so good; you’re going to kill me, doll.” He wasn’t able to handle the amazing smell of food right in front of him.

Your cheeks heated, and you waved your hand at him. “It’s just lasagna, Buck; don’t be dramatic.” You took a place near him, and you both started to eat your food.

“I’m not being dramatic. I already told you that, besides my ma, you have the best food in the world. I could’ve eaten it three times a day for the rest of my life and not gotten tired of it.” He took another big bite, moaning as the taste filled his mouth.

“You’re making me blush. No one ever told me this.”

“That’s my intention, doll. What, none of your boyfriends complemented your skills? Because I would’ve put the ring on that finger way too fast.” You looked at each other for a few seconds until you noticed that he had already finished his portion.

“Do you want more?” Ignoring his previous words, you stood up and took his plate to give him some extra food. The dress gently flew around your thighs, drawing Bucky’s attention to your legs when you turned around. “Anyway, what happened at work? You mentioned your boss.”

“Ugh, Pierce is a fucking dipshit. Everyone there hates him, but he has too much money, so we can’t do anything. Me and Steve have really been on bad terms with him since the first day. He tries to tell us how to do our work, but his head is so far up in his ass that he can’t even listen to what we say.” You returned to your place and put a plate in front of Bucky again. The frown took place on his face while he was talking about Pierce, so you put a hand on top of his without even thinking.

“He sounds like a total asshole. I’m sorry that you guys have to work for him.” Bucky’s face softened at your action. He flipped his hand so he could interlace your fingers, and you felt the warm feeling all over your body.

You both definitely felt something, but you still stayed silent, enjoying the connection. It was obvious that you had feelings for each other. It was just hard to admit out loud, and, honestly, Bucky was so scared that you might think that he did all of this just to get into your pants. Which is not true. Well, he doesn’t mind, but it’s not his only intention. He wants to treat you right and ask you out on a date.

Back then, he felt so bold and offered to help you with the firewood with the hope of getting to know you better. Steve and Sam obviously knew about his new “work” and teased him about it all day long. Unfortunately, he still didn’t find the right moment to ask you out. Those times when he came to you on Friday evenings and you were watching him work in your cute dresses or little pajamas were Bucky’s favorites. You looked so soft, cozy, and domestic that he wished to see you like this every day.

After the last piece of a chocolate muffin disappeared in Bucky’s mouth and he let out a moan of satisfaction, he sat in your kitchen with closed eyes and a smile on his face.

“If I had to have a shitty day just to get this type of meal at the end of the day, I’m ready for it.”

“Bucky!” You laughed at his dramatic words. “You don’t have to have a bad day. I can feed you just because.”

“Well, you said it yourself. Now you won’t get rid of me.” You both laughed. Then he suddenly got up and started to put plates in the sink. “You sit, and I’ll wash the dishes.”

“No, Bucky, that’s not how it works!” You got up and caught him by his bicep. Really hard and big bicep.

“Yes, it is. You’re cooking, then I’m cleaning.” He tried to get away from your grip to turn on the water, but you only held him stronger, now with both of your hands on his arms.

“Bucky.” When he was standing so close to you, you realized your size and height difference, and it made you shiver. You turned your head up to look him in the eyes. “You are my guest; you shouldn’t do this.”

“My mother taught me to always help women because they are not our maids.” He stepped a little bit closer. “But if you’re saying this only because you want me to leave, I can do that.”

You were both looking at each other, and what you saw in his eyes made you weak in the knees.

“No, no, I don’t want you to leave.” Your hands moved higher and fell on the sides of his neck. It was everything Bucky needed to finally kiss you.

Two large and rough hands took your face to bring your lips closer to Bucky’s height. He was gentle yet so passionate, and he slowly moved his lips against yours. It was mind-blowing how desperately you wanted him to devour you, to destroy you. While your hands were discovering his broad chest and shoulders, you felt that your body was suddenly lifted in the air and then placed on the kitchen counter.

Now that Bucky didn’t have to lean over to your height, it was easier to kiss you properly. His tongue brushed over your lips to ask for entrance, which you happily gave. Bucky felt too addicted to your taste, your smell, and the feeling of your smaller body against him. It drove him crazy.

“I've wanted to do that since the day I looked at you.” The hands on your hips tightened and moved you closer to his body. “You look so pretty, God.” Bucky’s eyes are running all over your face, trying to memorize every little thing.

“Bucky...” You dragged him closer again, desperate to connect your lips. His large hands wandered all over your body, slightly pulling up your dress and then moving higher and cupping your breasts in them. “I thought you were tired.” His large erection was obvious through his jeans, and you wanted to tease him.

“I’m never tired for you, doll.” He mumbled against your lips. “I could’ve fucked you right on this table, but I’ll leave it for the next time. Where’s your bedroom?” You didn’t miss the promise to fuck you again, and your body felt ecstatic just because of this thought.

“Up the stairs, second door from the right.”

Bucky didn’t say a word before your world suddenly moved, and you ended up hanging from his shoulder. Your bare ass was probably right near his face, and you couldn’t help but blush.

He stormed up the stairs with one hand on your thigh, as if your weight on his shoulder was nothing, and then walked into your main bedroom.

You were thrown onto your bed, and Bucky stayed in front of you for a few seconds to remember this picture. Swollen lips, eyes full of need, a short dress that pulled up and showed a glimpsing of your white underwear. Yes, you were perfect, and only for him.

“Come here, Buck.” You raised your hands in his direction, and he obediently climbed on top of you with a smirk on his face.

He sat between your legs, moving his hands up and down the soft skin of your thighs.

“Such a pretty doll for me, in this cute lil’ dress, mm?” His body was hovering over you, and when he found a zipper on the back of your dress, you ended up lying under him only in your white lingerie set in less than a minute.

The pair of the most beautiful blue eyes devoured your naked body as soon as the piece of clothing was removed, and you had never seen a man look at you this way. Like you were the most beautiful, delicious, and priceless thing in the world. Bucky’s hands gently touched your body from the shoulders to your legs, and you swear that you heard a moan while he was doing it.

“Sweetheart.” He mumbled and leaned to gently kiss the soft skin of your belly, moving with little kisses higher until he reached your lips. “You’re killing me, you know that?”

“Shut up and kiss me, Barnes.” It was impossible to think straight when his pretty face was right in front of you and his muscular body pushed you deeper into the mattress of your bed. He kissed you as you asked, but it didn’t last long before he pulled away with a grin on his face. You gently brushed his brown locks out of his face and tucked them behind his ears.

“So bossy, dollface... Do I have to fuck this attitude out of you?”

“Mmm, undress, and we’ll see what you are capable of.” You shot back at him, and he just moved away with a smirk on his face.

In a few seconds, a red henley was thrown somewhere on the floor, and you were face to face with a body that was probably made by the Greek gods. Muscles on muscles, with tanned skin and freckles from the work under the sun. Now you wanted to climb him like a fucking tree.

“Like what you see?” His smirk became wider as he saw the look on your face: slightly parted lips and darkened eyes that were looking at him up and down. Bucky's hands went straight to the belt of his pants, and with the last movement, he was standing in your almost dark bedroom completely naked.

You almost choked on your saliva when he pulled down his pants and boxers at the same time. He was thick and long, with an angry red head.

“No way this is gonna fit me…”

“It will, doll. I’ll take care of it. I bet this pretty little pussy will just suck me in.”

It was over for you. You knew that. A handsome, respectful man with a perfect body and dirty mouth? Yes, he can do whatever he wants with you.

He returned to your bed, sitting in between your spread legs. He didn’t waste any more time when he reached behind your back and unbuttoned your bra. Bucky stood on his knees so perfectly that his dick landed on your covered pussy, and it made you both moan out loud.

“Look at this, doll. ‘M gonna destroy her.” His hips slightly moved, and because your panties were soaking wet, it was so smooth and perfect. “Can you imagine that? I will stretch you out so well that I’ll ruin any other men for you. Make you–and her– mine.” He reached with one of his hands to your tits and squeezed your nipple between his fingers, while the other one was keeping your legs apart so he would be able to move his hips.

You tried to close your legs by instinct. The tip of his cock again and again brushed right on your clit, and the slight pain from your nipple made you desperately moan and clench your bedsheets.

“Are you going to cum, pretty girl? Im not even inside of you, and you’re already a fucking mess.” Bucky’s rough voice was so sexy that it made you even wetter, if that was possible. He saw that you were close: by the way your breathing changed and how your eyes rolled back in your head. “C'mon, just let it go. Soak those panties even more.” His movements on your most sensitive parts of the body didn’t stop, and it threw you over the edge.

You were squeezing around nothing, and the most inappropriate and dirty moan escaped your mouth. It was something that you'd never experienced before, and it was so intense that you needed some time to get over it.

“Good girl.” Bucky grabbed your face and connected your lips, giving you another wet and sloppy kiss.

Then, without hesitation, Bucky’s hands took off the last piece of your clothing, leaving you completely naked for his hungry eyes. He stared at your body up and down for a few seconds and then closed his eyes to take a deep breath and calm himself down.

“Bucky, please, I need you so much.” You almost cried, trying to grab him and put his body on top of yours, but Bucky was much larger than you, so it was almost impossible.

Bucky finally calmed down a little bit, and he interlaced his right hand with your left, pinning it above your head. His body softly landed on you, and skin-to-skin contact sent shivers down your spine. He was now looking you right in the eyes, and judging by his facial expressions, he either wanted to fuck you lifeless or cuddle and hold you closely.

“Tell me if it’s too much, okay?” Bucky’s soft side came out again, and you slightly nodded, giving him permission to continue. The little silver square appeared in his hand out of nowhere before he ripped the package with his teeth and put a condom on.

You honestly tried to hold back the little bit of disappointment you felt when he decided to use protection. It was smart. You weren’t longtime partners, it was a question of your safety. But the tiny voice in your head told you that you would’ve let him fuck you without it. To feel his perfect d–

Your thoughts were cut off with a deep chuckle. “You look like you’re sad that I put on a condom, doll.” You swear that his eyes darkened when you stayed silent. “If you want it later, I’ll fuck you raw, ‘kay? But now neither of us can think straight.”

“Are you a perfect man?” You laughed.

“I don’t know, let’s find out.” Your smile faded as soon as you felt the head of his dick at your entrance.

You were still sensitive from your previous orgasm, so when Bucky started teasing you again, rubbing you up and down to cover himself in your slick, you nearly lost it.

“Bucky, please.” You whine, grabbing the side of his torso with your free hand. “Don’t tease me, please, I can’t—”

Your words died as Bucky finally pushed inside of you. Your head fell deeper into your soft bed, and Bucky’s body tensed on top of you, trying to hold back a deep moan.

It was overwhelming. He stretched you out so deliciously that you felt pain and inexplicable pleasure. No one ever made you feel this way—like you were on cloud nine and the man on top of you didn’t even actually fuck you yet.

“You’re squeezing me so hard that I might cum like a teenager—fuck!” He groaned, squeezing your hand harder. “Relax, baby, I’ll take care of you.”

You tried to relax as much as you could with a dick buried deep inside of you, and Bucky was finally able to move.

Well, if it felt good earlier, then the first movement of his hips probably sent you right to heaven. Bucky cupped your face with his left hand, locking your eyes together, when he started thrusting at a slow pace.

“So pretty for me, doll. You feel my cock in your stomach, huh?” Bucky’s lips almost touched yours when he talked, but it felt like he was too far away from you. “Good girl, take me so well. Knew that this pussy would be my death.”

“More... harder, please, fuck me harder.” You spoke in between moans, gazing intently at Bucky's pretty face.

He started fucking you harder. Your bed was slamming your wall, but it didn’t bother you as much as the fact that he was hitting your G-spot with every thrust. You were a fucking whining mess under him, with a slightly open mouth and a drunk-looking face.

“Suck it like a good girl you are.” His thumb slipped into your mouth, and you moaned, doing as he said. “Your pussy is already sucking the shit out of me. Are you going to cum, baby? Going to make a mess on my cock while I fuck you? Imagine if I fucked you raw and filled you up with my load. I bet you’d like that.” The finger went deeper into your mouth, making you gag. You nodded your head as much as you could at Bucky’s words because you were already ready to cum.

“Give it to me, baby.” Bucky growled, sucking on your neck. His hips slammed into yours, making the nastiest noise, but it turned you on even more. A finger slipped out of your mouth, and Bucky’s face was in front of you again. “Fuuuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“M-m, B-bucky! Don't stop, pl– ahhh!” The wave of the best orgasm of your fucking life washed over you. You swear the stars started dancing behind your closed eyes as you endlessly squeezed Bucky’s cock and his body.

The way you were moaning, how your eyes rolled back, and how your whole body trembled pushed Bucky over the edge. A few last movements in your soaking wet pussy and he came, feeling almost lifeless, as if you had sucked the whole energy out of him.

He let go of your hand, which this whole time he held above your head, and cupped your face with both of his hands, kissing away the tears you didn’t even notice.

“Y/N? Baby? Are you okay?” He whispered and moved your head a little bit so your eyes were directed at him. You looked like you were high or really drunk, but he couldn’t argue with the fact that you were the prettiest woman on earth.

“I– it’s like I don't feel my body anymore.” You lazily mumbled and closed your eyes. “No one ever fucked me like this.”

“Glad to hear that, doll.” Bucky leaned closer and kissed your soft lips with more delicacy and tenderness. “Do you need anything? Food, water, bath?”

“No… Can you just hug me and stay here for the night?” You asked, now afraid that he would leave since he got what he wanted.

“Sure, just let me get rid of this thing, and I’ll still get you some water.” He kissed you on the forehead before carefully untangling his body from yours. You hissed at the new empty and a little bit aching feeling inside of you. “I’m sorry, baby.”

Bucky threw a condom in the basket under your table and, putting on only his boxers, came down to the kitchen to get you a bottle of water. But when he came back, he saw that you had already fallen asleep.

You looked so cute—still naked, with a peaceful expression on your face, laying in the middle of your messy bed. He thought about whether he should disturb your sleep or not, but you asked him to stay, right? Bucky hesitated for a few seconds, but then came closer to you, placed the bottle on the nightstand, and carefully scooped you into his hands, pushing away the covers. He put you back down, and then you opened your eyes.

“C’mere…” You mumbled, still sleepy, and grabbed his hand.

Bucky quietly chuckled and got under the cover, hugging you from the back. You happily sighed before drifting back to sleep. Bucky kissed you in the hair, hugged you harder, and fell to sleep with you in his arms.

You woke up a little bit disoriented, trying to figure out what happened last night.

The bed beside you was empty, but the aching feeling between your legs proved that it wasn’t a dream. You, in fact, fucked your hot lumberjack neighbor. But where did he go?

You found some random oversized t-shirt and walked down the stairs. Everything was silent; your kitchen was empty but crystal clean. Did Bucky just leave?

Wait a minute.

Yesterday there was a mess from your cooking and dinner with Bucky.

Now the room was almost shining.

You looked around in confusion until you noticed a piece of paper on the table.

All of your bad thoughts disappeared as soon as you read it, and you felt butterflies go crazy in your stomach.

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navybrat817 · 3 months

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Can lumberjack Bucky keep me warm? 🥺

He'd love to, nonnie.

A Warm Embrace

Pairing: Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky teases you as he keeps you warm. Word Count: Over 600 Warnings: Fluff, cuddling, pet names, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: Are you lovelies sick of my fluff? Sorry, but Burly and Bambi are sweet.❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You couldn't sleep. Not with how cold you were. The thick blanket tucked around you should've been more than enough to keep you warm, but it didn't stop your teeth from chattering. The howling wind outside sent another shiver down your spine as you tried to burrow yourself deeper into your bed. Maybe you should've thrown another log on the fire.

Better yet, you should've just camped out in front of the fireplace instead of stubbornly going to the bedroom.

“Stupid cold,” you grumbled to yourself, rubbing your face against the pillow when gentle footsteps approached the bed.

Your eyes flew open when the mattress dipped behind you, a warm weight enveloping your back under the blanket before a heavy arm curled around you. “Can hear your teeth chatting from the other room, Bambi,” a deep voice rumbled.

The tremble that rolled through your body had nothing to do with the cold when Bucky rubbed his soft beard against your neck. “I slipped on the ice one time,” you muttered.

He chuckled before he kissed the back of your neck, tracing the path his beard made as you bit your lip. “Yeah, but you tried so hard to stay upright before gravity took you out. Just like Bambi.”

“I’ll have you know that I fell very gracefully,” you said before he turned your body toward him, your heart racing as you came face-to-face with the lumberjack.

Bucky was the captivating sort of handsome, the type that made people stop in their tracks when they caught a glimpse of him. From his lush brown hair to the depths of his intelligent and striking blue eyes, it was like an angel carved him out specifically for you. But what was beautiful about him came from within and shined through the surface.

Even when he teased you.

“I watched the whole thing, darling, and you were about as graceful as a baby deer,” he said, his azure eyes filled with glee when you narrowed yours. “Again, just like Bambi.”

“You know, you’re lucky you’re cute, Burly. And warm,” you said, tearing your gaze away from his pretty eyes to stare at his broad chest. Of course, he walked around the cabin shirtless while you couldn’t stop shaking. How was he so hot? Body and looks wise?

Was it a rule that lumberjacks were sin incarnate clad in packages of plaid shirts and tight pants with sturdy bodies underneath?

“So, you do think I’m cute,” he teased, your stomach flipping as you smiled at his words. Of course, you did. “Come here.”

You buried your face in his chest as his arm tightened around you, molding your body against his as you sought out more of his warmth. He rested his chin on the top of your head as your shaking eventually stopped, his calloused hand roaming along your back with immense care. All you wanted to do minutes ago was sleep, but now he was holding you and pushing a thick thigh between your legs and all you wanted to do was bask in his attention.

Maybe ride his thigh, too.

“You’re right, you know,” he said.

You tried to lean back as much as you could to get a good look at him, but didn’t want any space between the two of you in case you started shivering again. “Right about what?”

He brought his hand to your cheek as his lips curled in a small smile. “I am lucky,” he whispered, helping you tilt your head so he could kiss you, slow and deep.

And lucky for you, your lumberjack would always be by your side.

Because I need another AU, right? SHH. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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pellucid-constellations · 7 months

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Hey!!! I just finished reading song of Achilles and I have been crying for the better part of the last hour while reading, hence in serious need of some Bucky comfort. So how about college or lumberjack Bucky (cuz they’re my favorites) who don’t really understand the whole fuzz over books but still holding his girl while she sobs her chest out out about a book (you can change the book of you want), hot tears down her face, ugly crying yknow?

It’s okay if you don’t want to :)) Have a great day 💕💕💕

Pairing: lumberjack!bucky x reader (can be read separately from undisclosed, but also a little reference to it)

A/n: Okay sooo this was so sweet and I had to write a drabble for it!! All this angst I've been writing needs some comfort! :)

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He hears the crying first.

It’s a terrible sound that constricts his chest each time it meets his ears. Bucky would like to consider himself partially responsible for your tears becoming a rare occurrence, so when he hears them, he experiences an array of emotions—fear, panic, a twisted sort of heartbreak.

At the front door of his home, Bucky strains his ears to confirm what he’s already dreading. Because maybe you weren’t crying. Maybe you were sick? That wasn’t much better, but at least it was a more concrete issue.

When he hears the tissue box and the loud meow from Alpine—the closest thing to concern he’d ever heard from a cat—Bucky doesn’t even take his coat off before he’s barreling into your bedroom.

You startle, puffy eyes darting up to him as he takes up space in the small room.

And he’s devastated. You hadn’t looked like that in a long time, all tear-stained cheeks and frazzled hair. Bucky considers the multitude of reasons you could be so upset, but then decides it doesn't matter. Not when you’re looking at him like that.

“Oh, honey,” he coos. His socks make soft sounds on the carpet as he walks over to you, but the action only sends more tears down your face. Bucky could collapse. “Sweetheart, what happened?”

You don’t say much at first, opting to bury your face into his chest the second he makes contact with the bed. It’s too warm in here for the amount of clothes he’s wearing. Bucky doesn’t really care. You keep crying—Bucky keeps running his fingers through your hair.

Each sob that leaves your lips sounds more broken than the last, breaking Bucky down bit by bit. He wants to fix this, make it better, but Bucky has never been good with words. He’d been trying, for you. He will try now.

“Tell me what happened, sweet girl?” he mumbles into the skin of your temple, lips hesitant to leave your skin. He was always better with physical communication. He was also the best at loving you like this.

Your breathing gets choppy as you try to calm down. Shallow puffs of air meet the stitching of his sweater, and he rocks you as a way to coax a more steady pattern into your lungs. Even though he was wrought with panic, you were okay. Bucky had you, so you were okay.

“He—he died, Buck,” you eventually choke out. “He died and then there was no—there was nothing—” your words cut off again as more tears soak his chest.

“Who?” he stresses, although his tone doesn’t give that away. “Who, honey? Someone you know?”

“No,” you sob. The sound knocks the air from Bucky’s lungs.

Taking inventory in his head, that means all of his friends are safe, all of your friends. It means your awful family is alive as well, and while that doesn't matter much to him, at least he knows it isn’t the source of your strife. But the pain in your voice, the way you were limp against him and fighting for air.

Bucky couldn’t understand.

“Tell me who. What has you so sad, hm?” he tries, voice dropping into an even gentler tone.

You dig your fingers into Bucky’s jacket, pulling away after a moment. Bucky reaches for you, trying to chase your figure because he wasn’t done trying to make this better, he needs to make you better. But then you slap something into his lap and he’s confused again.

“Them,” you all but sob, turning back into the material of his jacket.

Bucky wraps an arm around your shoulders as he inspects the book on his thighs. He’s still lost, but your crying has morphed into sniffles so he asks, “What was that, sweet girl?”

He’s packing it on with the endearments, but seeing you like this is brutal.

“In the book,” you explain. “They were so in love. And then he died. And afterwards—Bucky it was awful.”

Oh.

A book.

This is manageable, to Bucky. You’re not in pain and he can handle this.

He hauls you closer into his chest. You shuffle until your frame is enclosed by his. Bucky’s size had always been something he found inconvenient until you came into his life. Because after that, he found it was good at making you feel safe. A way to protect you from anything.

Even… a book?

Surely a book.

“Hey, it’s alright, I got you,” he hums.

“Never die,” you whisper, and Bucky's mouth twists uncomfortably.

“I won’t.”

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buckrecs · 10 months

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𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙧𝙚𝙘 : 𝙅𝙪𝙡𝙮 ~ 𝙎𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧

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look at me by @aquariusbarnes

The Pull of Gravity by @navybrat817 (shifter au)

The Rejects by @/navybrat817

A Little Less Restless by @majestyeverlasting

The Sleepover by @littleredwolf

An Ol’ Fashioned Notion of Wartime and Whisky by @rookthorne

Honeyed Words of a She by @/rookthorne (mob!reader)

A Stroke of Luck by @/rookthorne (lumberjack!bucky)

Serenity by @/rookthorne (Mafia!reader)

A Clover’s Intuition by @/rookthorne (lumberjack!bucky)

Ducks on Plaster by @lovelybarnes

the great shirt debate by @rocketrhap3000

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closer by @eviesaurusrex

bucky getting used to modern crap by @bucky-bucket-barnes

Around My Neck by @mcu1shots

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Timeless by @antiquarianfics

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cherry blossom by @noctumbra (librarian!bucky)

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 9 months

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Outside the Lines 5

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsessive compulsive behaviour, kidnapping, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader has her routine and her fellow patient gets in the way of those.

Character: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, (lumberjack AU)

Note: I'm feeling it so why not.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you all. Take care. 💖

Steve takes you downstairs. You marvel at the large kitchen, finished with dark walnut and brass. Bucky sits, dragging his fingertips over the island, leaning as he stares grimly at the wall. His eyes drift to you slowly and you flinch, cowering and shifting to hide partly behind Steve.

“She calm down?” He asks brusquely as he taps his metal fingers on the wood.

“Buck, she just needed to settle in, isn’t that right, sweetheart?” Steve reaches back blindly and grabs your arm, drawing you forward, “she’s going to apologise.”

You look at him. You can’t hide your surprise at his declaration. Apologise. For what? They lied to you. How could you know any better? But you suppose you should’ve listened. You nod and Steve lets you go.

You face Bucky and step closer, folding one hand over the other.

“Bucky,” you begin.

“Sweetheart,” Steve hovers behind you, “you call him sergeant.”

Your lips part and you look down at your feet. You place them within the lines of the hardwood and count to three. You’d been standing right on the lines. That's bad luck!

You look up again and bring your hands over your chest.

“Sergeant,” you voice quavers and you swallow to steady it, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know. But I know now and I’ll be good because I know you’re just trying to help me.” Your eyes well as you remember his angry voice, “I’m real sorry about throwing the tea at you. I was only afraid.” You touch your cheeks and sway back and forth, “I’m not a mean person.”

His blue eyes are icy and his jaw set. He arches a brow and peeks at Steve. He raises his chin and lets his expression soften as he turns to you fully. He tilts his head as he grips his hip.

“Doll,” he says softly, “I forgive you. But I won’t a second time. Got it?”

“Yes,” you pout.

“We talked,” Steve says, “she understands now.”

“Ah,” Bucky hums, “good.”

You nod and look from one to the other. Steve touches the small of your back as he steps up beside you. You slouch and shy away from him.

“Why don’t you show the sergeant how sorry you are and make him a nice breakfast?” Steve suggests, “you know what they say about men.”

You shake your head. Who is they and what do they say?

“The way to his heart is through his stomach,” Steve chuckles.

“Oh,” you bat your lashes, “so… um, what should I make?”

“Coffee,” Bucky grumbles as he rubs his eyes.

“There’s bacon and eggs in the fridge, can you cook that?”

“Yes! Yes, I can cook,” you proclaim, “I know how.”

“Of course, honey,” Steve drags his fingertips up your arm, “you can do so much. I know you can. A lot more than you think. And we just want to help you learn how to do more.”

You don’t want to seem ungrateful. It’s only confusing. You did overreact. You didn’t even let them explain. It’s no wonder they got a bit pushy.

“Thank you,” you chirp, “you’re so nice.” You look at his hand as he caresses above your elbow, “and this is a very nice house. I’ve never been to a cabin before. It’s so nice you would bring me here.”

“Ha, yeah, you know, me and Bucky built it,” Steve explains.

“You did?” You round your eyes and take another look around. You can’t imagine all that work. “Wow!”

"Coffee," Bucky grits as he leans his chin in his hand.

"Oh, yes," you twiddle your fingers and flutter around, watching your feet as you step between the trim of the hardwood slats of the floor, "I can make... coffee. I don't drink it you know, just tea. Coffee makes me... hyper!"

You spin cluelessly. Not knowing where to begin. You have no idea where everything is. There are no labels like your apartment. Every shelf, every cupboard has the precise contents listed on the outside, just like you like. So everything is in order. You hate chaos.

Bucky grumbles and Steve lets out a soft breath, "sweetheart, one step at a time," he girds.

Steve comes forward as you step back to watch him open a cupboard. He pulls down a bag of coffee, burlap with print stamped across it. The smell of its contents seep into your nose. Comforting even if its too bitter for your taste.

"Oh, thanks," you step forward carefully and hug the bag with your hands.

"Grinder is here," he points, "and the press."

You look between both and try to hide your confusion. Oh. You don't know how to do all that. You chew your lip and loosen the drawstring at the top of the bag. You stare inside tenuously.

He opens a drawer and takes out a metal measuring cup. He offers it to you.

"One scoop."

You take it and scoop out the beans. Then you just stand there with it. You look at him and cringe.

"In the grinder," he directs gently as he pulls forward the little square machine and pops the top.

You pour the beans inside, the rattle of them making a small rhythm that carries in your head. You bop your head, trying to follow it as your nerves get the better of you. You can't help but make up little nonsensical songs in your head when you feel so lost.

He shuts the lid and steps back.

"Press the button."

You obey and press the button. There's a short whir then the machine quiets again.

He stifles a laugh, "hold it down."

You push and keep your finger jammed. You watch the blade turn the beans to powder and he gestures for you to stop. He slides over the press and pulls a spoon out of the open drawer. You reach over to shut it without thinking. He hesitates but says nothing about it.

"So, six table spoons. Open it up."

You try to flip the top of the machine open like he did but it won't budge. You grab it firmly and try to force it open. He moves forward.

"You gotta hit the switch--"

Suddenly the compartment detaches from the rest of the machine and the lid opens, dusting you and the floor with coffee grinds. You stand in stunned silence as a growl rolls up Bucky's throat.

"Steve, just make the coffee, I'm dying here."

"I'm sorry," you push your lip out, "I made a mess."

You look around at the smatter of grinds all around you and littered across your dress. You shake it off and shiver. You glance between the men.

"I'm very sorry," you apologise again, "I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to. Don't be mad."

"It's fine, sweetheart," Steve reaches to touch your shoulder and you flinch, "get the broom out of the closet. Clean it up."

"Uh, uh, alright," you shake off the front of your dress before turning on your heel.

You go to the closet, the weight of Bucky's gaze following you. You open the door and find a broom, taking it out with the dustpan. You shut it and look past it to the doorway that gives a peak of another; a door with windows that look out on a leafy yard.

"Doll," Bucky warns from behind you.

"Sorry, was just looking," you spin and nearly trip over the bristles.

"Can't go outside until we can trust you," he adds.

"You don't trust me," you stand dumbly with the broom and pan. "Why not?"

He gives you a look. Your lips form an O. Yeah, the tea. Fair.

"Sorry," you repeat.

You set to sweeping up the grinds and Steve shows you where the bin is. Then he goes about making the coffee himself as you watch. He peeks over and smiles.

"Bacon and eggs are in the fridge."

You nod and go to the large fridge, a wooden front that makes it blend in with the rest of the decor. You open it and find the eggs easily but can't figure which paper packet is bacon. Not until you see the scribble sharpy scrawled on the other side.

You go back to the counter and peer around. Just as clueless as ever. Steve directs you to the pots and pans and you take out what you need. He tells you to put the kettle on and you stop to do that as he stands back and watches you. It suddenly feels like a test.

You struggle to catch the gas burner, making yourself dizzy as the flame doesn't light.

"She's gonna burn this place down," Bucky snarls.

"Relax," Steve steps forward and gets the burner going for you. "There."

"She can't do anything on her own."

Steve retreats and points at Bucky. You don't look back as he approaches the other man and you hear the scratch of a whisper between them. You put the kettle on the lit burner, then lay the skillet on another. You focus and repeat what Steve did, managing to light the second.

"I did it!"

Bucky sighs as Steve praises you, "good girl."

You could smile. You're good. You can do things.

You turn on the oven, that's easier. You lay out bacon on a sheet and wait for it to preheat as you add oil to the pan. You search the cupboard and find a bowl to mix the eggs. You examine the spice rack, taking your pick of the many containers.

You shake your head and seal your lips as you have to smell them to see which is which. Steve hums before he speaks.

"What's wrong?"

You shrug, "nothing..."

He arches his brow and lifts his chin slightly. You clutch the oregano and gulp.

"Captain," you clear your throat, "in my apartment, I label stuff so I know. I can't find anything without the labels."

"Labels?" He repeats thoughtfully.

"Use your head. Remember," Bucky scoffs and receives a nudge from Steve.

"Labels, how about we make that your first project. Bucky can go in to town and get you a nice label maker of your own," Steve looks at his companion, "won't you?"

Bucky scowls, "if I don't get coffee soon, I'm not doing shit."

You widen your eyes and cover your mouth. Steve tuts, "Buck, watch your mouth."

"She's an adult, she can handle it."

"You're an adult too so stop being a brat," Steve warns, "sweetheart, keep going. I'll get his coffee."

He nears and pulls down a mug from yet another cupboard. He fills it and holds it up, "the sergeant takes his black, I don't mind a bit of cream. Okay?"

"Black," you nod at Bucky, "cream," you look back at Steve, "I'll try to remember."

"I know," he winks before he walks away.

He hands over the mug to Bucky and comes back to pour his own but you're there first. You put down the oregano and reach up to grab a red mug. You shut the cupboard and fill it, scurrying around Steve to grab the cream from the fridge. You add a little and offer him the cup. A grin slowly spread across his face.

"You're so sweet, thank you," he takes it, "you're a good learner, you know that?"

"I am?" You smile.

"Very smart girl," he raises the cup, blowing across it before taking a sip, "perfect. You got it just right."

You clap your hands together proudly, "see," you face Bucky, "I can do it, sergeant."

He squints at you over his own steaming mug and says nothing as he drinks. His blue eyes pierce you coldly. Your face falls and you tuck your chin down, turning back to take the oregano and you go back to the bowl of eggs.

You can do this. You're not going to burn the eggs. Or the bacon.

"Do you have a timer?" You ask. That's the only way you ever get anything done but you don't have your phone anymore, which means all your alarms are useless.

"Yep," Steve grabs a small apple shaped timer from the corner of the counter and places it by the stove, "just twist."

"Thank you, Captain," you take it and look at the numbers.

He leans in and lowers his voice, "he'll come around. You'll show him, I know you will, sweetheart."

You bite down your lip and look at him. His eyes fall to your mouth as it curves, just a little, your cheeks burning.

"I'm trying," you eke out.

"I know," he reaches to rub your arm, dragging his hand up around your shoulder and playing with the sleeve of your dress, "did I tell you how nice you look?"

"Thank you," you preen.

"Doesn't she look nice, Bucky?" He steps back and crosses to the island where Bucky nurses his cup.

"Not bad," Bucky says, not quite a compliment but not as bad as you expect.

You'll just have to do better. Put all those tools that Dr. Makira gave you to work.

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buckgasms · 2 years

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thornsnvultures · 1 year

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Already There

Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes x plus size!fem!reader

cw: slight angst, 950 words

a/n: a short follow up to my fic Ooey Gooey after Bucky leaves with Sam. I've had this 2/3rds written for like 5 or 6 months now 🙃 finished up the rest of it for @the-slumberparty 's week two prompt: Write a drabble/one shot as a continuation to one of your previous works. Based on the song "I'm Already There" by Lonestar. divider by @/firefly-graphics

Bucky can't sleep. Anxiety seeping through his bones. His body isn't used to being on the road for this long anymore.

Sitting at the edge of the too soft, too small bed in just his boxers. Even though the room is cool he's covered in sweat from a night of tossing and turning.

Bucky runs his hands through his hair and thinks of you. How your warm smile can wipe away all his worries. It's why he starts every day with you at the general store. And why he feels your absence so strongly now.

He wants to see you.

It's been days but it feels like years. His phone is a brick, built for making emergency calls out in the middle of nowhere, not video calls like Sam's fancy new iPhone. It still has an antenna for fuck's sake. Until you, Bucky didn't have a reason for a real cell phone. He knows Sam wouldn't mind Bucky using his but Bucky's not waking him up so he can tease him about giving his sort of girlfriend a call at one am.

So Bucky sits there, contemplating. He scratches his stubbled jaw, worrying at his lower lip. Would you even pick up this late at night? You said you'd answer no matter what, but this is different from his usual 9am calls when you're already up and most likely at work.

"Fuck."

Sam stirs behind him on the other bed but doesn't wake. Bucky throws on a pair of sweats and heads for the door to the balcony, grabbing the brick on his way out.

The cool night air wraps around Bucky his sweat slick skin feeling tight as he closes the sliding glass door. There's not much of a view, just the parking lot of this old motel and the fog dense trees beyond.

But the moon, she's nearly full and so, so bright.

Bucky takes a deep breath and dials your number, pushing away thoughts of whether or not he deserves to hear your voice right now. It doesn't matter, he can be selfish for a moment.

The phone rings twice and in those short seconds Bucky's heart rate skyrockets almost painfully until, finally, you answer.

"Bucky?"

The breathy way you whisper his name makes his stomach tighten. It's a moment too long before he responds.

"Hey."

"Everything okay?"

Bucky can hear your sheets rustling, the switch to your lamp clicking on as you presumably sit up in bed.

"Yeah...yeah I'm sorry for waking you. Just couldn't sleep."

He hesitates, the frayed drawstring hanging from his sweats unraveling even more as Bucky plays with it while he takes a deep, shaking breath.

"I -- uh, I wanted to hear your voice."

"Oh."

You sound surprised. Bucky hesitates.

"I'm sorry, it's late I'll let you get back to sleep."

"No! No, it's okay. I'm glad you called."

"Yeah?"

"Of course, Bucky," your giggle makes Bucky smile, feel that warmth spread through his chest again like it did the last time he saw you. Filling him to burst with that one sound.

"God I miss you, sugar. Sam's keeping me up all night with his snoring."

"Oh, no. Is it that bad?," you gasp in mock horror.

Bucky smirks as one of Sam's snores rattles through the glass door behind him.

"The worst, sugar. He could wake the dead."

"Should'a sent you off with ear plugs, huh?"

"Mm, you'll have to remind me next time."

Bucky pauses at the prospect of a "next time", of leaving you again when he's just got started loving you like he's wanted to for what feels like forever.

"I miss you, sugar."

"I miss you too, Buck," he can hear your sweet smile. It makes his heart ache.

Bucky's throat feels tight. He didn't know how much he needed to see your beautiful face every day until he left.

"Is it silly to feel this way? Like I can't breathe without you here."

"It's not silly," you sniffle on the other end of the line and Bucky almost regrets saying anything.

"I can't wait to feel you again. Take you in my arms and not let you go."

You laugh into the receiver and Bucky can't stop from smiling.

"Sam will have to pry me off you with a crowbar to get you off me and back to the Mill."

"He's welcome to try," Bucky practically snarls.

"I love you, Bucky."

He swallows the lump in his throat, taken aback by your sudden admission.

"I know you're having a hard time, but I'm right there with you, sleeping under the same moonlight and wishing you were right here with me. It's not silly. You're not asking for too much. And I miss you way more than you miss me."

Bucky scoffs at your teasing and wipes at his eyes. "No way, sugar.

"Prove it to me when you get back, then. Show me how much you missed me when you see me again and we'll decide then."

"I love you, sugar."

"I know. Make it back home safe so I can have you all to myself."

Bucky adjusts his sleep pants, imagining all the ways he can have you just how he wants to.

"Get some sleep, Buck. I need to know you'll be safe out there on the road."

"I will. I promise."

"Good. Good night, handsome.

"Goodnight, sugar."

Bucky hangs up, giving the antenna a satisfying click shut. He takes one last look at the moon before heading back inside and crawling under the covers. For the first time since before his accident, Bucky falls asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow. And he dreams of you, bathed in moonlight.

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wh0reforoldmen · 11 months

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I'm Sorry

Pairing: Softdark!Lumberjack! Bucky X Fem!Reader

warnings: Angst, fluff??, manipulation, implied imprisonment, implied dubcon/noncon depending on how you interpret it, Not beta red, written on my phone while sleep deprived, tell me if I missed anything.

word count: 1.13k

summary: You made Bucky mad, and he makes you apologize for your "wrong doing"

You didn't hear the door slam, you didn't even hear him come into the house or walk upstairs and open the door.

"Honey," he spoke from the doorway, his voice soft and soft and smooth.

You sucked up a breath and slowly lifted your head, the ache at the back of your neck made you wince. Your arms and legs were bound to the bed so you couldn't escape.

Bucky had two things in hand, a small thin box and something that looked like a bouquet. The black room made it hard to tell just from the light behind him.

"Hey there," he greeted, turning on the lights with a smile on his face.

Wincing at the sudden brightness, you closed your eyes and waited to adjust to the light before opening them. The first thing that caught your eye wasn't the gifts, but how sweaty he was, his red and white chequered flannel shirt was open revealing his chiselled and toned chest, his skin sheen with sweat, his hair was scruffed up, strands escaped the hair tie and was free to go wild, a few strands sticking up from his scalp. You couldn't lie, he always looked good after chopping down some trees, and while he's doing it is even better. Some days if you wake up early enough, you can hear him grunt and groan, followed by the sound of wood splitting.

Shaking your head and clearing your mind, your eyes wander to the gifts; a box of your favourite chocolate and a bouquet, bright red and fresh roses and soft pink tulips with other flowers and green decorations you didn't know the name of. It was nice, considerate even, but it was from him. And you didn't want anything from him.

"You like them? I picked them myself, thought of you," he explained with a smile, walking over to you, his heavy boots making the floorboards creak with every step. You still wonder how he gets around the house with no shoes in silence.

"Don't want them," you hissed, turning your head and facing away from him.

A month you've been here. A month being in this room. A month being in this house unwillingly. You just walked passed his shop a few months ago, and here you are, tied to a bed so you can't escape, no one looking for you, and with James fucking Barnes. The hot lumberjack who is the most fucked up person you've ever met!

Bucky was stunned at your words, he gets up at the ass crack of dawn to work, and then he feeds you and cares for you even when you're having a bad day. He thought it'll be nice to treat you, but this is how you repay him?

"I'm sorry?" He asked as it came out as a chuckle, keeping his anger at bay.

"You heard me! I. Don't.want.them." You spat, turning your heat, eyebrows furrow, your jaw tight before you looked away again.

The control over his anger snapped.

"Listen here, missy!" He yelled, grabbing your shirt and yanking you towards him, earning him a gasp.

"I'm the only one who works around here; I feed you, I look after you, I make sure you're comfortable, I make sure that you're happy here. And this is the thanks I get?" He snarled. "I try my damn hardest, and this is what I get. Someone who is an ungrateful girl! Thanks, it lets me know I'm appreciated around here!"

He threw you back down on the bed, bouncing at the force as you watched him storm out, slamming the door behind him and storming down the stairs. You didn't know when you started to cry but you felt the hot tears trickle down your cheeks. You hated yelling in general, and that lost you. You hated it.

You kept your sobs at bay as you laid down on the comfortable bed, the soft pillows embarrassing you and your tears. You couldn't even hug yourself since the restraints were too short.

You stared at the blank ceiling as tears continued to flow. You didn't get it though. You were crying over him yelling at you. He was upset. And that made you upset. Why? It shouldn't have! What's happening?

It took you a few minutes to calm down but the sounds of Bucky grunting and the sound of the logs being split in two in one or two hits wasn't a good sign.

You turned to your side and listened to his grunts as they lulled you to sleep, the pillow still wet on your cheek.

Bucky had walked back in a few hours later, his anger gone and what was left was hurt. He wanted to care for you. He loves you! Yes, he did take you from your home, but it was for a good cause! You love him too. He knows it. You may not yet, but he knows that deep down in that big heart of yours, you love him and you'll forgive everything that he's done.

He sighed as he made his way upstairs with a glass of water. He saw red when he was yelling at you, but when he heard the soft sobs after he walked out made his heart shatter into a million pieces. But it is what you deserve. You're in his house, and he rests you like a guest but you're rude. Hopefully, you've learnt.

Slowly, he opened the door to your room and smiled as he saw you sleeping peacefully. You did look a little uncomfortable due to the soft rope, but he had to ensure you weren't going anywhere.

Bucky silently walked over to you, sliding off his shoes and quietly laying next to you on top of the covers. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you to his chest. You must have woken up from it because you looked behind you, your face had fear written all over it.

"I do anything for you, I do everything. I thought that you'd like them, but apparently not…" he mumbled, shaking his head "think you have something to say to me,"

Your brain screamed at you to not say anything, to keep your eyes away from his, but your eyes met his beautiful blue ones. The softness towards you, the love and admiration no one ever gave you. "I'm sorry, Bucky. Having a bad day…" you whisper, looking down. "I do like them I just… miss home,"

"This is your home, honey. I promise, it will look better than this with our children, but baby steps," he smiled, planting a kiss on your head before kissing down your cheek, to your neck.

"I think I have an idea how to cheer you up,"

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extraordinari1y-ordinary-writer · 4 months

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Does anyone know any good lumberjack Bucky fics?

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jobean12-blog · 2 years

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Joooo have you seen Sebbys dancing story? What am I saying ofc you have!!

But like what if you mixed that and Chris 'awkward dancing tgt?? Like reader waking up to these boys jamming it out while making breakfast on a beautiful Sunday morning ( imagine them trying to twerk😂😂). Or coming home from a long day of work and just admiring the view

😍😍😍

Morning Wood

Pairing: Stucky x reader (Lumberjack AU but they are retired superheroes)

Word Count: 1,405

Summary: You and the boys are enjoying your time paradise. Retirement is good.

Author's Note: Hi love! Thank you so much for this fun and sweet request! It made me smile! I decided to have them living their best life in a beautiful and secluded cabin somewhere amazing! I also thought it would be an amazing excuse to use these gorgeous edits by my friend @thelemonadestxnd 🥰Hope you're having a lovely night and you enjoy this! Hugs! 💕Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my sweet @firefly-graphics thank you lovely🥰

Warnings: soft and fun fluff, teasing, implied sexy fun, lots of silliness, Alpine

Edits NOT MINE: Credit goes to @thelemonadestxnd for BOTH of these gorgeous pieces!

It isn’t the warm sunshine or the loud twitter of the birds singing outside your window that wakes you from a deep and sated sleep. Even your fluffy white cat, Alpine, has his head up, pointy ears flat against his head and a disgruntled look on his face.

“Alpine,” you mumble. “What in the…?”

The cat meows in response, stretching and kneading at the sheets before curling back into a ball and closing his eyes.

“Yea…” you say in sleepy agreement, “I don’t know either. Back to bed.”

You lift the covers over your shoulder and snuggle back into the pillow, letting your eyelids softly shut until you hear the racket again.

“Whyyyy,” you whine.

With a frustrated huff you beat at the pillow before throwing the sheets off and swinging your legs over the bed. Steve’s large tee shirt falls to your knees and you stomp over to the chair and grab Bucky’s discarded flannel and put it on.

Something round and heavy thumps against your chest and you slip your hand into the breast pocket of Bucky’s flannel. Your fingers wrap around something smooth and slightly pliant. You smile to yourself and gently pat the pocket, whispering, “I’ll save that for later.”

“What the hell are they up to!?” you screech, peeking out the large bedroom window.

You can’t see either one of your boys but you can certainly hear them. You shuffle into the kitchen and see all the necessities for your favorite breakfast ready on the counter as well as a fresh bouquet of the most beautiful wildflowers at the center of the table.

You soften at the sight and slide on your slippers. When you open the large front door of the cabin, the morning air holds a slight chill that the late Spring sun is quickly chasing away and the air is sweet with the fragrance of new growth.

You step out onto the large porch and walk down the steps, making your way to the back of the house and the source of the commotion. With a few more steps you turn the corner of the house and the sight in front of you makes you stop in your tracks.

Both Bucky and Steve are standing near the pile of firewood, shirtless, suspenders hanging freely around their legs, with their axes over their shoulders and their tight jeans clinging to their thick thighs.

You swallow hard as your entire body reacts, goosebumps covering your skin and your thighs clenched.

“Stevie. Come on! America’s ass can do better than that,” Bucky teases.

“I’m trying pal,” Steve shouts as he continues bending and shaking his ass.

Bucky drops his axe and proceeds to show Steve once again how to twerk.

“Look Rogers. Legs shoulder width apart ok? Like you’re gonna do a squat. Really bend those knees.”

You reach into Bucky’s flannel pocket and pull out his hidden treasure, biting into the juicy flesh of the plum while you watch the entertainment unfold. You can’t take your eyes off them as you munch, glad for the small distraction of the fruit.

Steve studies Bucky intently, his eyebrows drawn in with his focused concentration.

“Now, arch your back, you really want your butt to be out there ya know,” Bucky continues.

Steve positions himself the same as Bucky, nodding intently.

“We really need some music,” Bucky sighs. “Alright, hands on your knees and bounce.”

Bucky shakes his ass and you stifle a giggle, not wanting the show to end.

"Ok, ok, lemme try again,” Steve says once Bucky stops.

Bucky straightens and steps back, leaning against the wood pile.

Steve shouts, “I think I got it!”

You let out a snort and Steve’s mid twerk when he goes still while Bucky throws you a knowing smirk.

“Is that my plum?” Bucky asks, sauntering over.

You shrug, the motion purposefully casual as you lick the plum juice from the corner of your mouth.

“Hiya doll face,” Bucky murmurs as he takes you in his arms. “Lemme get some of that.”

He kisses the corner of your mouth, sucking gently before pulling away and humming pleasingly at the taste.

Steve walks over with a bright smile, planting his axe on the ground and leaning down to kiss you.

“And is that my shirt?” Bucky asks, fingering his flannel.

“And my tee shirt,” Steve adds.

“Yes, yes and YES!” you huff. “What about it? Couldn’t you two find other shirts to wear this morning?”

The boys stare at you before bursting into chuckles.

“Nah, too much work,” Bucky sings. “Besides, the sun is warm.”

“And what has you up so early sunshine?” Steve asks.

“YOU TWO!” you scold. “Alpine and I were all cozy in bed and then you two started a twerk party.”

“Bucky started it,” Steve states. “We originally came out here to cut the last of the firewood.”

“I just don’t want him going around saying he can do it if he can’t,” Bucky announces.

“But I can now,” Steve responds with a goofy grin.

“Well, I thoroughly enjoyed the show,” you giggle. “It just wasn’t the morning wood I was hoping to wake up to.”

Bucky drops his head, shaking it as he laughs loudly.

“I don’t get it,” Steve says. “What’s so funny about morning wood?

“Oh my gosh Stevie,” you snicker.

You grab Steve’s shoulder and pull his ear down to your lips. When he stands back up his eyes go wide and then his smile follows.

“Oh yea. That happens every morning,” he states. “Then we end up spending most of it in bed…”

Bucky walks by and slaps Steve on the back of his head before scooping you into his arms.

“We’re sorry we woke you doll face,” Bucky croons. “Let’s go have breakfast.”

You look over Bucky’s shoulder and wink at Steve as you finish off the plum. Bucky brings you into the house and sets you down gently on the kitchen island.

“Now, you just relax angel. Me and Stevie are gonna make ya breakfast.”

Steve slides between your legs for a quick kiss before meeting Bucky at the sink to wash his hands. They work in perfect harmony, easily navigating the kitchen space to prepare pancakes, eggs, bacon and a bowl of fresh fruit.

They set the table and smile proudly, matching lopsided grins when you lick your lips.

“Ya hungry doll? Bucky simpers.

“Uh huh,” you breathe out.

You slide off the island into Steve’s waiting arms. Steve sits down and pulls you into his lap and Bucky pulls his chair close.

“I guess getting woken up to watch you two shake your asses and then get a homemade breakfast isn’t the worst thing…” you simper, reaching for the fruit.

Bucky and Steve smile, their mouths stuffed full of pancakes. Alpine finally wanders in from the bedroom with a loud meow.

“Oh, look who has finally decided to grace us with his presence,” you chide. “Get enough beauty rest fluffball?”

The cat slips between Bucky’s spread legs and jumps up onto his thigh, perching himself daintily while he cleans himself.

“Don’t get any ideas cat. That’s my seat!” you say as you narrow your eyes at Alpine.

The cat lifts his tail and nestles closer into Bucky’s side, pawing at the spots of sun dancing over his metal arm.

“I swear he does it on purpose,” you whine.

“Don’t be jealous doll face,” Bucky purrs. “You know I’m all yours.”

You stick your tongue out at the cat and rest your head along Steve’s chest, lightly combing your fingers through the hair that lines his hard muscles.

Alpine watches your every move before tiptoeing across Bucky’s lap and placing one white paw onto Steve’s thigh.

You instantly sit up. “Don’t even think about it cat! THIS SEAT IS ALL MINE!”

The boys laughter is so quick and loud that Alpine jumps down with an unhappy meow and goes to lay in a ray of sun on the floor.

“You two,” Steve starts as syrup drips down his chin.

“So cute,” Bucky finishes with a smirk.

You swipe your thumb across Steve’s chin and then stick it in your mouth to lick it clean.

“Whatever,” you huff, nibbling on some bacon.

“I don’t think we can let our girl get outta bed early anymore Buck,” Steve says.

“You’re right Stevie. From now on any morning wood business stays in bed until she’s happy.”

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Can lumberjack Bucky take care of me?

Yes, nonnie.

To-Do List

Pairing: Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky shares a list of things to do with you when you wake up. Word Count: Over 600 Warnings: Fluff, pet names, talk of sex, light humor, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: More Burly and Bambi . @tavners, can we manifest this? ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky’s spot on the bed beside you is cool when you wake up and reach for him, seeking out his warmth. You don’t want to start the day cold.

But he’s back in the bedroom before you can get up to look for him, a tray in his hands and a smile on his face as you yawn.

The shirtless sight of your burly man is enough to chase any lingering tiredness away.

“Wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed, Bambi,” he says as he sets the tray over you and lets you look over the feast he prepared. “You drooling over the food or me?” he teases.

You wipe at your chin, thinking for a moment that you did drool. “Both,” you smile, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear once he gets back in bed. “What’s the occasion?”

It isn't your birthday and or anniversary. No reason to celebrate anything.

“No reason at all, darling,” he answers, sincerity in his bright eyes before he presses a kiss to your forehead. “Just want to take care of you.”

Your heart flutters because no other guy had ever done anything for you just because they wanted to. “You take very good care of me,” you promise, feeding him a bite.

You watch him lick his lips after his bite, your heart fluttering for an entirely different reason. “This is just a start,” he says, feeding you a bite in return.

You would never turn down his cooking or him feeding you.

“What else could you possibly have planned? You have to work.”

“No work today,” he replies, nodding to a small piece of paper beside the plate.

A smile spreads across your face due to the impromptu day off before you pick up the sheet and scan it, recognizing his handwriting. “‘Burly and Bambi’s To Do List’,” you announce as he chuckles. “Breakfast in bed.”

“Check,” he smiles, feeding you another bite.

“Cuddle in bed,” you continue.

“After breakfast.”

A giggle bubbles up when you read the next thing on the list. “This just says ‘Each other’,” you state, which you would happily help him cross off.

He puts a hand on his chest when you laugh more. “Are you making fun of my list? You wound me.”

“I’m not,” you promise. Any excuse to do your lumberjack, you’ll take it.

“Good. Because I have us doing each other as number 6,” he smirks, your throat dry when his gaze falls to your chest. “And 9.”

You laugh all over again, careful not to shake the tray. “6 and 9? 69? Really?”

“It’s a good number,” he says nonchalantly. “And as your personal lumberjack, I’ll also be happy to split you in half.”

It’s a tempting offer and you’ll take him up on it. “After we eat.”

“Good idea,” he agrees, popping a bite of fruit into his sinful mouth. “You need your strength.”

“Cocky,” you whisper, but he’s right. You do need your strength because he’s insatiable. “You also have watch a movie together and snuggle with a blanket under the stars.”

“I’ll keep you nice and warm,” he promises, gesturing to the sheet. “Flip it over.”

You’re not sure how you manage to hold back tears as you read it, falling more in love with Bucky as you read out loud, “Tell Bambi how much I love her every day.”

He grasps your chin so you can’t hide your face. “I love you, Bambi,” he whispers, pressing his soft lips against yours.

You ask yourself how you’re lucky enough to be his girl as you kiss him back. “I love you, too, Burly.”

And you would tell him every day, too.

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pellucid-constellations · 2 years

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Come Home

Pairing: Lumberjack!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky goes on a lumber delivery for the first time since everything’s settled down. Your nightmares begin for first time since meeting Bucky.

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: Nightmares, past trauma, some angst

a/n: This is a oneshot associated with my series Undisclosed, but can be read separately :) It’s based off of a request I got a while ago, but I can’t find the ask. Whoever gave me this inspo, thank you!!

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It was completely irrational for your nightmares to start now. Everyone that could hurt you—that had hurt you—was locked away in prison. You had made sure of that yourself just a few weeks ago, your closet still in disarray from your awful unpacking job after the last trial in New York. You watched as each and every criminal was walked out of the courtroom with years on their heads, and rationally, you knew you were safe.

But trauma wasn’t rational. It wasn’t kind and it didn’t fit into boxes that could be opened and closed at a whim. The people that plagued your life may have been locked away, but the memories and the years of confusion were something they left behind—a cruel parting gift that you had to sort out in their wake. It was a downpour when you weren’t expecting it; a set of headlights blinding you in an otherwise calm night.

It was Bucky going on a lumber delivery, leaving you behind for the first time since your attack.

“Weather’s not too bad out here. Definitely warmer than Stowe, that’s for sure.”

You huffed out a small laugh, dangling a loose string of yarn for Alpine to swat at. “Everywhere’s warmer than here.”

“I don’t know about all that,” Bucky argued, his smile obvious even as several states separated you. “Feel pretty warm when I’m home with you.”

“God, you’re such a flirt.”

“Can’t help it. Got a beautiful girl sitting on my couch over a hundred miles away. Flirting’s the only way I can get her to stay there until I get back.”

You laughed, the smile tugging on your lips tight with an invisible exhaustion. It had been about three days since Bucky left for his delivery, meaning it had been about three days since you’d actually been able to sleep. Neither of you had expected that to happen, obviously, and Bucky still had no idea; you weren’t going to bother him with something he had no control over, especially while he was working.

“When will you be back?” you posed, trying to keep your question light.

He let out a long breath, and you could almost see him scratching his beard as he thought. “Four days tops. Tryna get back sooner but the traffic’s awful down here. Why? You okay?”

You cringed, knocking your head back against the couch in silent regret. “Of course I’m okay. Just miss you, as always.”

There was a long pause on the other end of the line. You released the yarn, Alpine jumping on it as you held your breath in anticipation.

“I miss you, sweet girl,” Bucky replied, voice dropping lower as he followed up with, “You can always tell me if something’s wrong.”

“I know, Buck. But everything’s great, promise.”

Everything wasn’t great, but you were expecting that.

Five days since Bucky left and everything felt like a hallucination. You only got about an hour of sleep every night before you were so distressed and tangled up in the sheets that even resting was impossible. You’d wake up out of breath and shaking, Alpine brushing up against your skin the only thing grounding you to reality. The thought of closing your eyes after that always had you cringing.

You still had to work—that was one of the main reasons you hadn’t gone with Bucky in the first place—but you were just barely ghosting through the days. Greta had thrown you quite a few side-eyes throughout the week, but with the amount of times you had messed up, you were surprised that was all she did.

“Tried this really weird coffee this morning. You’d probably like it, sweetheart. Lots of spices,” Bucky chatted, his tone light as he relayed his day over the phone.

You hummed. “That sounds nice, Bucky.”

“What about you, huh? What’d you get up to today?”

“Not much.” Your eyes drooped; you were so tired your body ached. “After the library I sorta just… walked home.”

Bucky’s car door slammed through your speaker, jolting you from your stupor. “What? It’s Friday—you didn’t go to the diner with everybody else?”

Shit.

You’d had a hard enough time convincing Steve to let you stay home earlier; Bucky was definitely going to think something was wrong.

“Yeah, I just—” you perked up, the faked enthusiasm already draining “—you know, was feeling a bit tired. Greta had me pull a bunch of stuff from the archives and it was heavy.”

The same excuse you used on Steve. The tall blonde had smothered you in a hug after giving you a skeptical look, a lot of meaning put into his arms—you don’t have to act so tough, and you can always talk to me, you know that. But he had still let your lame excuse slide this time, tossing you one last smile on his way out your door.

Bucky wasn’t that easy.

“You’ve sounded off the last few times I’ve called, honey. You really just tired?”

You bit back the urge to cry, tears burning your waterline and sprouting a pain in the base of your neck. “Just tired and missing you. Happy it’s the weekend.” Happy you could hide in the house for two days and not have any eyes on you.

“Why don’t I call Nat and Maria, yeah?” Bucky offered, the concern nearly dripping from his words. “I don’t like you being alone for so long after everything. They can stay at our place until I get back.”

“No!” you shot out. “No, I just… I just, uh—Alpine is enough, Buck. Really. If those two come I’ll probably just be more tired. They stay up until like two in the morning.”

A skeptical hum floated past your ears. “The guys been checking in on you?”

“Yes.”

“Every night?”

“Yes, Bucky. I’m still alive, aren’t I?”

Bucky let out a gentle sigh. “Just worry about my girl s’all. You know I get a little anxious sometimes, ‘specially about you.”

Your heart clenched. This was the exact reason why you hadn’t told Bucky about your sleepless nights. He cared so much; he held you when you cried and touched you with such gentleness and he loved you—god, did he love you. You didn’t think it was possible to feel so cared for, and yet, Bucky outdid himself every time you were sure he couldn’t.

You’d have to get by on the memory of him, just for the next few days. Thinking about his laugh and his hands on you; the way his body felt pressed against yours; the huffs of his breath by your ear and the sweet smile against your neck. A few days and he would be back. A few days and you could finally sleep.

“I know, Buck,” you calmed, slumping into the couch. “But I’m safe here. I’m fine. I’m just waiting for you to get home so I can love you.”

“I’ll hurry back then.”

Saturday was the worst.

You were alone in the house all morning, no job to whisk you away and keep your bleary mind fixed on some repetitive task. You tried to go through the motions of your usual calm weekend, but it was missing a large, doting shadow at your back. And it was missing quite a few hours of sleep as well. Along with your sanity.

You broke down while you were making toast, so frustrated at the pounding in your head that refused to let up. You were miserable, tired, and, frankly, you were scared.

Every time you closed your eyes you were plagued by the images that made their way into the little sleep you were able to catch. Some were memories, others were possibilities, but all were enough to make you jump at every little sound Bucky’s sturdy cabin made.

You rationalized that was the reason you jumped so hard when Bucky’s call came through this morning, your phone vibrating the plate you were trying to make toast on. You took a few breaths to calm yourself, cheeks still wet from strained tears as you accepted the call.

“Hey, Buck. You’re calling early today.”

“Hey, sweet—what’s the matter?” he cut himself off, his words almost sending you spiraling again.

You bit into your lip for a steadying moment, and then assured, “Nothing! How’s the drive been? You still gonna be back tomorrow?”

“I hate that I can’t see you right now.”

So your wobbly words and ragged breath hadn’t completely evened out then. Bucky knew you like the back of his hand, but you had hoped that his cell service was bad enough to block out the signs of your tears. Apparently not.

“But you’ll be home tomorrow, right?” You reiterated your nonchalant question from earlier, this time with more of an edge.

“Yeah, sweetheart, tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay,” you breathed, staring at the white-knuckle grip you had on the countertop. “Okay, yeah. Tomorrow.”

“Why don’t you go sit on the couch and enjoy that fire I made Sam get goin’ for you? You can dig into those cookies from Sarah and I’ll be back in no time.”

“But you just called…”

Bucky chuckled lowly, the sound lackluster. “Sounds like you need a nap more than my rambling. Go to sleep, sweet girl. I love you, okay?”

And Bucky’s honeyed-words did send you into a nap, but you would have preferred his rambling. After tossing your limp toast in the trash and trading it for a cookie, you slowly drifted with Alpine on your lap. The throw blanket over the couch wrapped you in comfort and you allowed yourself to simply close your eyes.

The dreams came quickly, and with a vengeance.

You were in a state of partial consciousness, pushing past a deep wall of black that meant freedom from your mind. This wasn’t real… you knew you were dreaming, but there was no way to wake yourself up. You figured when Bucky was here, his warmth and steady heart were enough to keep you grounded, but he wasn’t here. He wasn’t here and you were curled up on the couch and alone.

You felt so warm; the fire was prickling at your skin and you couldn’t see it, but it’s heat was enough that you didn’t need to. You flung out in your sleep, trashing against the blanket and letting low noises slip from your throat when you were wound too tight. There were surely tears making tracks down your cheeks, but that had been normal these past few days.

But then something abnormal happened. Your face was held by something, encased in a gentle warmth and offered soft touches. It yanked on a thread within you, urging you to kick down the wall keeping you trapped in your mind. You struggled against it, and slowly, the sounds and smells of the living room trickled through your senses.

“Y/n. C’mon, sweetheart, you’re dreamin’. Wake up, honey,” Bucky’s voice stressed. The words echoed in your dream—made bad feelings fade and the panic dissipate.

You scrunched your face up as the grogginess faded, eyes cracking open to finally catch the worry etched deep on Bucky’s brow. He brought his neck forward to follow your gaze as his hands stayed pressed to your cheeks. It felt surreal to have him here after so many nights waking up to this alone.

“You okay?” he breathed, eyes frantically searching your own.

You felt peace in the pad of his thumb against your cheek.

You choked on the heat of the living room.

“Y/n,” Bucky fought for your attention, adjusting his knees on the wood floor. “Look at me, you okay?”

“Bad dream,” you finally sputtered out, reaching up to run a hand down your face and grip Bucky’s wrist along the way. “I’m fine, just a bad dream.”

“Just? You look like you’ve been through the wringer, sweetheart.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, shook your head a few times and tried to get back to reality. “You’re back?” you croaked.

Bucky sighed. It sounded strained.

He let his fingers fall from your face and stood. The polyester on his coat shifted, and it was then that you took in the rest of him. Boots, jacket, gloves; Bucky hadn’t removed a single article of clothing before he woke you up, and as he sat down on the couch beside you, he didn’t appear to be taking them off anytime soon.

He wrapped his arm around you instead, ushering your legs onto his lap and tugging the tangled blanket from your limbs.

“I wanted to surprise you,” he spoke, low words whispering against your temple. “But I kinda figured something was wrong last time I called, so I broke a few traffic laws to get here faster.”

“You didn’t have to do that, I’m okay,” you assured, fiddling with the button on his sleeve, the corduroy encasing cold metal and the skin where his wrist lay exposed.

Bucky pulled you back as he reclined on the couch. The fire had died down a bit, but it still popped in the brief silence. “How many times have I told you not to lie about this kind of thing?”

“I’m not lying, Buck. I’m fine, aren’t I? I’m safe here.”

“You’ve always been safe here. Doesn’t mean you’re fine.”

Bucky was always rational, but never in a cold, demeaning way. He always spoke truths in soft tones. Always broke down the facts with soft touches and tender lips and never in an attempt to make you feel guilty. You figured it was something he learned from his Ma, maybe just something he was born with.

And he was doing that now, his hand running a steady path over the back of your head as he let you process and formulate.

“I guess, when you were gone—” you began, feeling brave with his lips against your skin. “I had more time to think. At night… all the time. It made it hard to sleep, like, at all.”

Bucky hummed, but didn’t speak; he simply held you closer, made your chest ache at the feel of him after the absence of so many days.

So you continued, “I didn’t want to bother you while you were on the road, because I’m fine, really. You aren’t to blame for my messed up sleep schedule.”

“But I would’ve wanted to help,” Bucky interrupted, his brows furrowed to a point. “I coulda stayed on the phone at night if I knew it was tough for you.”

You ran your finger down the ridges of his coat zipper. The sound of his voice made your eyes feel heavy.

“You’re helping now. Being here.” Bucky adjusted his hold on you, and a small gust of air left your chest when you felt yourself rising in his arms . “What are you doing?”

He grunted, kicking the bedroom door open with his boot. “Helping.”

“You haven’t even gotten the chance to get changed. Buck, you just got home. Take a second to—”

Your words were cut off when he tossed you onto the bed, the sound of his boots hitting the ground echoing against wooden walls and carefully hung picture frames. He shucked his gloves off and let his jacket fall into a heap by the nightstand and then he was tugging the blankets back, sliding into bed in the place that was cold.

“No more talking,” he shushed, pulling you against him and settling his chin on the top of your head. “Unless you need to, then I’m all ears.”

“But you—” “Nope. I’m laying here all night. No complaining.”

You sighed, knocking your head against his chest as he held you closer. He rubbed his hand down your spine and kept the other one still, letting it rise and fall with each of your breaths. He did that often. You never called him out on it.

“I’m sorry, Bucky,” you whispered after a while, when the silence had created another blanket on the bed and you felt vulnerable to the rhythm of his breath.

But he just said, “I love you.” And he said, “Don’t be sorry.” And he finished off with, “I’d do a lot more for you… a lot more for a lot longer.”

And the kiss he pressed to your head sent you drifting.

Bucky stopped going on deliveries for a while after that.

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