Bucky Barnes & Sebastian Stan Imagines

B.B. - ice cream

Summary: Just some fluff, but with food. :)

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They say drowning your emotions in food isn't healthy, but I say fuck it. So there I sat, in Bucky's sweatpants and hoodie, feeling insecure about myself, drowning my feelings in a tub of chocolate ice cream. Considering my reason for drowning my feelings in ice cream, I was being rather counterproductive.

"Hey doll, what-" Bucky strolled into the kitchen, looking all sexy with his shirt off and wearing the only pair of sweatpants I haven't stolen from him. "What's wrong?" He knew something was wrong - I rarely ate straight from the container unless I was upset.

"Nothing," I lied straight through my teeth, shoving another spoonful of frozen chocolate into my mouth. Bucky walked over and sat down across from me, spoon in hand, then snatched the ice cream from me. "Hey! Give that back!"

I reached for the tub, but couldn't reach it. "Tell me what's wrong, and I'll give it back," Bucky offered.

"Nothing's wrong- just give me my ice cream! Bucky!" I whined, trying to reach across the table, but he held it up out of my reach. "Please!"

"Alright, I wasn't going to, but since you're not talking to me, I'm gonna have to use extreme measures," Bucky warned me, then ate a big spoonful out of my ice cream tub.

"Stop eating my ice cream! Give it back!" I yelled at him, still trying to snatch it from him.

"Tell me what's wrong, and I'll stop," Bucky offered again.

"Fine!" I said, slumping back in my chair. He set the tub down, but held onto it in case I didn't give him the answer he wanted. "I'm not fine."

"That's not an answer," Bucky told me. "What's the reason?"

"Bucky-"

"I will eat more of this-" he held up the spoon, cocking an eyebrow.

"Okay, okay!" I shouted, not wanting him to eat any more of it. "I don't like how I look. Now give it back."

His expression softened from a smirk to a concerned and sad frown. His grip on the ice cream loosened, so I snatched it back and continued to eat it. There was a long moment of silence, the other sound was the light scraping of my spoon on the container of ice cream as I spooned up the last remnants of the chocolatey treat.

I stood up to throw away the empty container, but was interrupted by the wall of Bucky, who enveloped me in a hug, scooping me up so my legs were around his waist and his arms supported me around my back. His metal hand continued holding me up, but his other grabbed the empty tub and our spoons, throwing them in their respective places in the kitchen.

He carried me to his room, laying me down on his bed, and he began placing kisses on my neck and arms. He lingered on my left shoulder a moment longer than the other, and kissed down onto my stomach before leaning back up to kiss my lips.

"I love you, Y/n, more than anything," Bucky said, his voice low and near a whisper. "I love all of you, no matter what you don't like. I don't understand why you don't like how you look, you're fucking perfect. You're so beautiful. Your arms, your stomach, neck, face, thighs, hips, everything about you is perfect. Every inch of you is gorgeous. Whatever that stupid voice in your head is saying about you isn't true. Fuck that voice. I'll be your little voice, how's that? Because you're perfect, and you mean everything to me."

"Bucky..." I said, not sure what else to say.

"I can't express how much I love you, there aren't enough words in any language to describe that. You are the very best thing in my life, and I never want you to feel like you aren't good enough, or pretty enough. I can't live without you now, and the day I can call you Mrs. Barnes will be the best day of my life because you'll be only mine forever. You are so fucking perfect, and you're beautiful, which is just a bonus for me. But I will not sit here and let you call yourself all these horrible things and think so little of yourself because they're just lies. I will show you just how amazing you are if you let me, because I love you."

"I love you too, Bucky," I replied, my eyes glowing with the happiness he made me feel.

"Let me show you that you're perfect... please?"

"Yes."

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