Bucky Barnes Imagines Vol. 1 (BB X Reader)

My Love Pt. 2

"Y/n, wake up. You got work in an hour, doll. You're going to be late." Bucky said softly.

Bucky watched as you rolled around in the bed and stretched your arms over your head. Without hesitation, he had decided that you would stay with him until he was able to catch the man stalking you. It was the best decision he had ever made. He loved having you in his house. It felt less lonely with someone else there...especially when that person was you.

You groaned and pulled your pillow over your head. You still weren't used to getting up at seven in the morning. It was so...bright. But at least you felt safe at night. Bucky's room was right across from yours. Close enough to hear you scream if you needed him, but far enough away that you missed his presence.

"Doll, come on. The chief of police doesn't like tardiness." Bucky reached over and grabbed the pillow off your face then playfully hit you in the stomach with it.

"Bucky! I'm used to sleeping during the day and working at night, give me a break."

"It's been a month, Y/n. You aren't a bartender anymore, you should be used to it by now."

"Well, I'm not. Now go away." You mumbled.

"No can do, doll. You'll just fall back asleep and be late." He grinned down at you making his eyes crinkle in the corners.

"Ugh, you're like a cute puppy dog that I can't be mad at."

Bucky laid down next to you on his side and stuck his tongue out at you. You turned to look at him and smiled.

"You've moved me into your home, got a police detail following me whenever you're not with me, and got me a new job. I really appreciate everything you've done for me, but it wasn't necessary."

"Yes, it was. You're in a building filled with police and not a crowded bar where you're an easy target. I told you I was going to keep you safe, Y/n. Being the chief's assistant is the safest job I could think of."

"You know, you wouldn't have been this nice to me if I hadn't become the object of affection for a serial killer."

"I know I haven't exactly been the most pleasant guy to be around, but..."

"You used to torture me when we were kids! Teasing me and scaring me all the time. Oh, and don't get me started on all those little pranks you pulled on me and Becca." You squinted your eyes at him. "And you still do the same things now."

"Am I really that bad?" Bucky looked at you with a dejected expression.

You felt a twinge of guilt because, in all fairness, you did the same to him. You liked the repertoire you had with Bucky. There was no one else you had rather annoy than him.

"No, I actually like our bickering." You grinned when you saw his face light up again. "It's funny to think that just a few months ago you were calling me an annoying little shit at Sunday dinner."

Bucky's family had dinner together every Sunday. You envied them in that aspect. The relationship you had with your parents wasn't great. Most of the time when you spoke to your mom or dad, you were fighting. The first time Becca had asked you to Sunday dinner, you were uncomfortable walking into the house. But the moment her mom saw you, she pulled you into a hug and treated you as one of her own. You hadn't missed a Sunday dinner since.

"Because you were being an annoying little shit!" Bucky barked out a laugh, knowing exactly what you were talking about.

"Was not! Becca and I always tease you about the girls you bring home. Why would you think bringing Crazy Carla to Sunday dinner would be any different?"