For Tesla, effects of Elon Musk's take-private tweet continue
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For Tesla, effects of Elon Musk's take-private tweet continue
Summary: You’re stressed to the point of tears, but your boyfriend Bucky comes up with the perfect way to alleviate it.
for @bovaria
A/N: I’ve never shown anyone my writing, so I’m pretty nervous. Please forgive me for grammar mistakes; English is hard, but I’m working on it! Also this was inspired by a “Parks and Recreation” episode.
"You're stressed."
"I'm not."
"You're stressed."
Your eyes flash with annoyance as you glare at your boyfriend. "I'm not stressed, so stop saying that I am! God damn it, Bucky. I'm not stressed!" you snap.
As soon as those words leave your mouth, you're immediately flooded with guilt. Bucky was just making a correct observation, and it definitely wasn't his fault that work left you feeling high and dry. Tears begin to pool in your eyes, but you quickly rub them away. Bucky hadn't done anything to make you feel wronged. So why were you crying?
You take a deep breath and once again face your boyfriend. "Bucky, I'm sorry I snapped. I just..." You take another deep breath, hoping it'll stabilize your now-shaking voice. "I just, I'm -"
An understanding expression crosses Bucky's face and he reaches out for you, pulling you close to his chest and encasing you with his arms. "Hey, I get it, don't worry," he whispers before lightly kissing your forehead.
The tears you’d tried so hard to stop from falling now freely pour down your cheeks, and you bury yourself deeper into his embrace. Bucky rocks the both of you gently and continues to stroke your hair as you release all of the pent-up emotions you had been bottling away.
Somehow you both end up on the floor - him sitting against the wall and you with your back leaning against his chest, enjoying the sensation of his thumb lightly stroking your arms.
"Okay, you're right. I am stressed," you finally admit.
"Oh, doll. I think you made that very clear," Bucky lightheartedly pokes and he laughs, small vibrations rumbling down his chest. You roll your eyes but eventually give in, joining him in the laughter. You nimbly spin around so you're facing the ridiculously handsome man you have the pleasure of calling yours. You cup your hands around his face and study those sinfully blue eyes. Giggles escape you as he makes a silly face.
"I love that sound, you know?" Bucky contently sighs. "That laugh is...” He shakes his head and leans in, ever-so-slightly shortening the space between both of your faces. “It's been eight months, yet I still get butterflies whenever you laugh."
"If it matters, I still get butterflies whenever I look at you," you coyly offer.
"Mmhmm, I must have played my cards right, because Lady Luck gave me the best girlfriend ever," Bucky hums. Suddenly he bursts into laughter. "Agh, Sam would kill me if he heard me right now. We used to make fun of dudes who used cheesy lines, but look at me now."
"I have a feeling once Sam gets a girlfriend, he'll be the cheesiest of them all."
"Another astute observation," Bucky comments. A mixed look flashes upon his face as he brings you closer to him and rests his forehead on yours. "Hey, doll? Do you want to talk about earlier, or nah?"
You closer your eyes, basking in the warmth Bucky's body is radiating. A small exhale escapes your lips and you shrug. "Work's been horrible these days, and - I don't know, babe. I like my job, but I feel like it's sucking the soul of out me. I have no energy at the end of the day, and all I want to do for the rest of my life is just sleep. And you know that's not me! I want to do things, see things! I want to go on road trips, I want to explore this city, I... I want to see the Grand Canyon!" you babble.
A long pregnant pause settles in the room before Bucky finally speaks. "Doll, why don't you take a long hot bath or shower? I think it'll help you relax a bit."
"Mm... okay." You ignore the little voice in your head wondering why Bucky sounds a little odd and push yourself off the floor. Just as you're about to pad away to the bathroom, Bucky grabs your hand. He gently kisses your hand and your heart melts. His simple gesture calms you down and that little voice in your head is muted.
You head off to the bathroom, pondering about which bath bomb you want to use. You're so in your head that you don't hear Bucky pull out his phone and make a beeline for the garage.
"Sam? Hey, it's Buck. I know you have connections, and I'm in need a favor."
"Bucky? Babe?"
You sleepily step into the living room, clad in gray joggers and one of Bucky's old college crewnecks. Your cheeks are flushed pink from the warm bath and you're visibly more relaxed. "Babe?" you call out again.
"I'm in the garage!"
Confused, you head to the garage, only to be thrown into more confusion when Bucky grandly gestures to his car. "Um... It's your car?"
Laughter escapes Bucky as he opens the passenger door with grandeur. "Get in, m'lady," he declares, bowing like a Shakespearean actor.
"Um, it's midnight. And I'm in my pajamas."
"I know! But I have blankets and pillows, and everything you need!" Bucky exclaims. He cheekily grins as your face displays even more confusion. "Just get in, and sleep!" he encourages, pushing you towards the passenger seat.
"Babe, we have a bed inside. I -"
Bucky swoops in and kisses you, effectively silencing you. He then pulls away with a mischievous smirk, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "Just trust me and sleep."
You're too tired to interrogate him about his weird behavior so you do what a good girlfriend would do - yawn and get in the car. A sleep gasp escapes you as you take in the car's interior. Bucky must have haphazardly thrown every single comfortable blanket and pillow you owned into the car.
There's a light slamming noise, and Bucky's in the car, excitedly buckling in his seatbelt. He reaches over and does the same for you before lightly tapping your forehead. "Aaaaand sleep!" he declares, mimicking the tone of a hypnotist.
"Are you sure? I can stay up and navigate and -"
"Doll, if you want to help me, just sleep," Bucky interrupts. He squeezes your hand and starts the engine.
You adjust your seat so it's practically horizontal and grab your favorite fleece blanket. Within minutes you fall asleep with Bucky's ridiculously huge smile being last thing you see before you escape to dreamland.
"Doll, wake up! Psst! Doll!"
Your eyes flutter open as Bucky gently shakes you. You rapidly blink as the harsh sunlight filters in. "Where are we?" you groggily ask.
Bucky is grinning so hard, you swear you can hear a quiet squeal come out of him. Confused again, you step out of the car. Almost immediately tears flood your eyes as you realize where you are.
"I want to do things, see things! I want to go on road trips, I want to explore this city, I... I want to see the Grand Canyon!"
"Babe... You brought me to the Grand Canyon..." you whisper in awe. You then stare at your boyfriend in disbelief, silently questioning the situation.
Bucky coyly shrugs as he snakes his arm around your waist. "I realized I can't do much when it comes to your workplace, but I can definitely do something about the Grand Canyon," he humbly revealed.
"But you did the whole drive in one night without sleeping! And only park rangers can come to this view!"
"It's only nine hours away from Los Angeles. The drive was smooth, no problems at all. And Sam sometimes comes in handy."
You tear your eyes away from Bucky's soulful blue eyes and walk closer to the railing, peace entering your body and heart as you take in the majestic landscape. You're surrounded by more warmth as Bucky wraps his arms around your waist from behind you, his head ever-so-gently resting on yours. The hot Arizona sun beats down on you, but you don't mind at all.
"Bucky, this is... so beautiful," you whisper.
"Yeah... It really is," he says back in a hushed manner, obviously also taking in the breathtaking view. A few seconds pass before he asks, "Doll, are you stressed?"
"Right now?" A relaxed smile takes over your entire face and you shake your head. "No. Not at all."
A/N: Okay guys, this is getting posted on mobile because Tesla literally won’t shut up about it but Im doing this for her cuz it’s her birthday and I love her. This is really fluffy. So fluffy Tes might die. I pulled some strings with this and got some help from @metallicbuck and @marvel-ash. Thanks loves ❤️ Hope you like this, Ann! Happy Birthday!
Word Count: 906
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It was your birthday, and Bucky had been out on a mission since the previous week. He promised he’d be home in time to celebrate with you, but it was almost noon and there was no sign of him or any of the rest of the team. You were moping all morning, walking down the hallway to the kitchen now. It was your birthday and you wanted to be happy, but it just wasn’t the same without Bucky.
“Happy Birthday, beautiful!” Wanda exclaimed, wrapping you in a huge hug, kissing your cheek. Nat came up beside Wanda and waited her turn, enveloping you in a hug and punching your arm.
“Happy Birthday, butthead. I owe you more birthday punches later.”
You tried your best to smile, you pulled your robe around you closer, a chilly draft always running through Stark Tower from somewhere. Bucky’s arms always kept you warm and you were missing them now more than ever.
“Thank you guys, really. This is beautiful.”
Nat looked at you and gave you the side eye, her hand on her hip. Wanda went to check on your cake.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, raising her eyebrow.
“Nothing, Nat. I’m fine, honestly.”
“It’s cause Barnes isn’t home, isn’t it?”
“Yeah…” you sighed, looking down at your slippers. “I’m sorry, Nat. He just promised he’d be here for my birthday and… I miss him.”
“He’ll be home as soon as he can,” Wanda cooed, rubbing her hands along your shoulders. “We made you cake!”
When the cake was done, you spent the next hour or so helping Nat and Wanda decorate it, giggling and reminiscing about happy memories. It almost made you forget about Bucky, but that constant feeling of missing him was one you couldn’t shake no matter the distraction. You each had two pieces of cake each, putting the rest away for when Steve and Bucky came home.
Tony had somehow managed to get the newest movies from the nearby theater for you to watch, and you spent the next few hours watching movies with your girls. Halfway through the second film, your phone chimed in your pocket. Pulling it out, your heart leapt when you saw Bucky’s name.
Happy Birthday, my love. Where are you?’
Nat and Wanda whispered to each other as they watched your fingers furiously text back. Your heart quickened in your chest and butterflies danced in your stomach.
‘Thank you, Bucky. In the theater. Where are you?!’
You waited impatiently for him to text back, tapping your foot against the chair.
‘In the kitchen.
It took mere seconds for your brain to register that he was home, your body shooting from the chair and bolting to the kitchen. Running so fast, you skidded into the kitchen on the linoleum floor like Risky Business.
Bucky stood before you, his beautiful chestnut brown hair cascading his face, still in his mission clothes, still a little bit of dirt left on his freckled nose. His metal arm glistened off the kitchen lights, a fuzzy purple blanket wrapped in his arms. You’d missed those gorgeous blue eyes set perfectly in his handsome, staring back at you now.
“Hi, doll,” he said, with a huge smile on his face, those gorgeous dimples showing. “I missed you.”
“I thought you’d never come home!” you gasped, trying to catch your breath. You halted right in front of him and returned his smile, finally letting yourself really notice the blanket in his arms.
“What’s that?” you asked, tilting your head to get a better look.
“Well,” he started, leading you over to the couch overlooking the window. His free hand sat you down, taking a seat next to you. “This is why Steve and I took so long. This is your birthday present, straight from Siberia.” Bucky peeled back the blanket to reveal a ball of black and white fluff peeking back at you, it’s hypnotic, ice blue eyes staring back at you. It was a Siberian Husky, your dream dog, its little pink tongue lolling out of its mouth.
“A puppy?!” you squealed, taking the bundle of joy from his arms and squeezing it to your chest. “You got me a puppy?!” Tears were pricking at your eyes now, threatening to spill down your cheeks. You’d been begging for a dog for months, but Tony had always said no. “How did you convince Stark?” You wiped away tears with your free sleeve, kissing the people puppy’s soft head.
“I didn’t, but he’ll get over it.”
You laughed and ran towards Bucky with your puppy in hand, wrapping your free arm around his neck and squeezing. The puppy leaned up and licked your cheek, just as you kissed Bucky’s lips. Your little family was so perfect now.
“Thank you,” you whispered, as Bucky brushed your stray tears away with his thumb. “I love you.”
“I love you too, doll. Now what are we gonna name her?”
Looking down at the puppy her name just came to you. It felt perfect, it fit her.
“Winter,” you said, scratching her behind her ears, so floppy and soft you wanted to die. “Her name is Winter.”
