Sebastian Stan Imagines

Bucky Barnes - Cramps

A/n: Guess who felt like someone was stabbing their stomach? Me! My cramps were so bad today, like I wanted to decay into the ground and just die. It was SO BAD!

Summary: A/n explains it ^

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You trudged over to Bucky, who was sitting on the couch, watching a show with Steve.

You collapsed over the couch and onto his lap, groaning.

He rubbed your back.

"What's gotcha dollface?" He asked.

"I felt like someone just stabbed me in the freaking stomach," You said. "It hurts."

"I'm sorry, baby doll," Bucky said, his metal hand making circles on your back. "I wish I could take it away."

You grumbled, getting up to walk away, but Bucky grabbed you, setting you on his lap.

"You're staying with me," He said, wrapping his arms around you and leaning his forehead on yours.

A small smile tugged at your lips, and you quickly pecked his lips, snuggling into his neck.

He rested his metal arm over your stomach, providing coolness.

"Steve," You grumbled.

"Yeah Y/n?" Steve answered, pausing the show.

"Can you get me an ice pack?" You asked.

"Sure," He said, getting up.

"Why didn't you ask me?" Bucky asked, almost disappointedly. 

"Because you're holding me," You said. "And I don't want you to let go."

Bucky smiled, kissing your forehead.

"Will never let go of you doll," He said.

Steve came back with an ice pack, and you moved, resting your head on Bucky's lap, placing the ice pack over your forehead.

You were starting to get a headache.

Bucky's metal arm tangled his fingers through your hair, caressing your scalp every now and then.

You got up to get a glass of water, almost dragging yourself on the ground because the pain was so much.

You got your glass of water, sitting at the island counter and taking a small sip.

You buried your head into your arms, almost whimpering from the pain.

You got up to take a pill, almost falling over from your own dragging feet.

"You okay doll?" Bucky called.

"Yeah, don't worry about me!" You said, sarcastically, taking a pill of medicine.

You went back to burying your head into your arms at the counter.

The sound of Steve and Bucky laughing at the show, but then it was silent. 

There was mumbling, and shuffling of feet.

A pair of arms wrapped around you, picking you up.

"What are you doing?" You mumbled.

"Taking you to bed," Bucky said. "You need to rest."

"Can't argue with that," You said.

Next thing you know, you were laying down on a soft sheet, Bucky snuggled up next to you.

His arms were tight around your waist, and he placed kisses all over your face, before you both fell asleep.