Bucky got this
Summary: Snippet to “Big girls don’t cry”
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (different one)
Warnings: cocky reader, cocky Bucky, meet cute, banter, arguments, language
Big girls don’t cry masterlist (Steve Rogers x Reader)
A/N: This chapter with Bucky happens shortly after chapter 4 of Big girls don’t cry.
Outside the bakery, Bucky watches Steve and his girl slowly fall into a light conversation. He smirks and puffs his chest.
“Another satisfied client,” he mumbles as he rubs his hands. “I should do this professionally.”
You watch the odd guy stand outside the bakery, talking to himself while watching a cute couple talk.
“Do you often stand on the sidewalk to watch other people? Is this the kind of thing getting you going?” You step closer to poke your index finger in his upper arm. “Hey, I’m talking to you.”
“What are you talking about?” Bucky snaps at you.
“I watched you for a while and you looked like you were about to get your dick out in public,” you scrunch up your nose as he makes a face.
“Who are you anyway?” He turns toward you, his friend long forgotten. “Did you spy on me? I bet you did. A woman watching other people has nothing better to do than spying on Bucky.”
“Pfff...you wish,” you grumble. “And what is a Bucky?” You cock your head. “You shouldn’t play Peeping Tom in public. Have some decency and jerk off to porn at home like other creeps.”
“What kind of woman talks to someone she just met like that,” Bucky grunts. He looks you up and down, wondering if you always attack people out of the blue. “I didn’t do anything wrong. My friend Steve and his girlfriend make up at the bakery thanks to me.”
“You get off playing matchmaker?” He huffs as you mirror his scowl. “I don’t believe you!”
“I’m not asking you to believe me, only to leave me alone. I need to-“ He turns his head only to watch Steve and his girl walk out of the bakery. “Crap, now I don’t know if they made up thanks to you, lady.”
“I bet you only tried to spy on them, perv,” you step next to Bucky to watch the other guy shyly hold out his hand for a girl. “Hmm…he looks not too bad. A shame he’s already taken.”
“Hey, that’s my friend you are talking about,” Bucky dips his head to glare at you. “He’s a taken man. I just helped him get back together with his girl!”
“You are not a good guy,” you size Bucky up. “I sense cockiness, hypersexuality, and perversion.”
“Perversion?” He splutters. “Lady, no one called me a hypersexual, cocky pervert before. I won’t let you get away with this.”
“What? Are you not horny as hell,” you drop your eyes to his crotch. “Because there is a prominent bulge in your pants. I bet fighting with me turned you on. Pervert.”
“If I didn’t know better I’d say you want me to take you home and not leave until morning,” he purses his lips as his eyes roam your body. “You are the pervert."
“How dare you?” You stand on tiptoes to look taller and growl at Bucky. “I’m not a pervert for calling you out on your creepy behavior.”
“A caring and worried friend is a creep nowadays?” He bites back. “Huh? What kind of person are you if you don’t understand that sometimes you must help your friend get back together with his girl.”
“You mean to get laid.”
“I’m talking about love, lady,” he argues with his hands, blue eyes turning into thunderous orbs as he glares at you. “I guess someone like you got no clue about love.”
“Watch your tongue!”
“No, you watch your tongue!”
“I dare you to say another word,” you jab two fingers into his chest. “You…you!”
“GET A ROOM YOU TWO!” a guy from across the street yells at you and Bucky. “We don’t want to watch you make out in the middle of the street."
“Who asked you asshat!” You and Bucky say in unison as you turn your head toward the guy.
“We can do whatever we want. Maybe I’ll take him home and fuck the life out of this bastard,” Bucky swallows thickly when you grab his wrist and guide him away from the bakery.
“Wait. Where are we going?” He asks. “I don’t even know your name.”
“Y/N,” you say as you walk a little faster. “You owe me something sweet as you distracted me from getting my daily doses of sugar. Now you’ll make it up to me.”
“How?”
“You know how…”
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