Every Other Freckle
Anonymous asked: This might seem a bit odd, but I was wondering if you could write one where the reader helps Bucky out with his Tinder profile? ty xx
A/N: I’ve never used Tinder. So, like, hopefully I described it well enough? Hah… hope you enjoy!!:)
Your previous job (before becoming an Avenger) was a social media manager for an internet company. Because of your knowledge of social media and the internet in general, Bucky was embarrassed to say that you were the first person he thought of when trying to set up a Tinder.
Natasha told him about it and he thought it was the most idiotic thing anyone could come up with. “What happened to good ol’ meeting on a night out? Buying a drink for a lovely lady?”
“People don’t do it that way anymore, Bucky.”
He downloaded the app on his phone and realized that he had absolutely no idea what he was doing. After seeing your profile, he realized that you had one too. That’s when his plan went into action and that’s how he ended up here, standing in the doorway of your room while you finished some assignments for your college classes.
You looked up, taking the pencil out of your mouth and sliding your glasses to the top of your head, “What’s going on?”
Bucky took a deep breath, walking in and closing the door to your room, “If I ask you this favor, will you please keep it a secret?”
You rose an eyebrow, keeping your eyes concentrated on his lips while he continued to speak, “(Y/N)?”
“Huh? Wha- oh yeah, what do you need help with?” You stuttered your way through, pretending that you weren’t just admiring Bucky’s plump lips and wondering what they tasted like.
Your heart sank just a bit.
Bucky sighed, “Because Natasha said it’ll… help me… find someone.”
You smiled warmly, noticing how Bucky’s voice became quieter with every word. Find someone? Does that mean he’s looking to settle down with someone? Or is he just looking for hookups? You doubted that that was the case, because despite everything he’s been through, he values family and love much more than most people do nowadays.
Bucky’s face was now very red and you could tell how embarrassed he was. You almost became embarrassed for him, but you realized it’s entirely normal and put your hand out for his phone.
He unlocked it and handed it to you, allowing you to open the Tinder app and see that he’s already signed in.
“Okay, well first thing is you need a different profile picture.” You said, eyeing the picture of Bucky with his face half hidden and his eyes looking a dark gray while hair fell in front of them.
“What’s wrong with the one I have now?” He said, genuinely curious with no venom behind his words at all.
You giggled, “You need to be able to see your face. Stand up by the lamp, I’ll take a better one.”
Bucky did as you told, and before you took the picture, you ran your fingers through his hair and straightened his posture as much as possible. “Okay, now smile.”
When the smile didn’t meet his eyes, you let out a small sigh, “Think of something that makes you happiest, then revert those emotions to your lips. Show teeth.” You never thought you’d be giving advice on how to smile to Bucky.
“This is weird.” He muttered.
“Online dating is always weird.” You muttered back, readjusting his hair again and watching as he spread a wide smile across his face, one stretching across your own as he did so.
Without saying a word, you reopened the Tinder app and cropped the picture appropriately. You sat back on your bed and grinned at the picture. “Okay, next step; what do you want in your ‘About Me’ section?”
“What do you put there?” Bucky was now looking over your shoulder, his cologne invading your nostrils while you tried not to think about how close he was to you.
“In mine,” you paused and opened your own Tinder app, “I put, ‘Hey I’m (Y/N)! I work hard and play harder. Still new to the city but I’m enjoying every second of it! I love to laugh, travel, and really wish I did more karaoke. Let’s get a pizza’.”
“Do you know me well enough to write mine for me?” Bucky gave you a half smile, attempting to coax you into doing something you had already been doing in your head for a solid two minutes.
Quickly, your fingers typed across Bucky’s keyboard. He continued to read over your shoulder while you pressed each key. His laugh sounded in your ear every time you put a joke and erased it when he protested lightly.
“Okay, ‘My friends say I’m one hell of a guy. Ex-soldier, future lover. Also, I have a metal arm’.” You giggled, watching him cover his face.
“Did you really have to mention the future lover part?” He grimaced, but still held a smile on his face.
“That’s your intentions, ain’t it? To find love?” You said, and suddenly your heart swelled.
You’ve easily had a crush on Bucky ever since you started here, and the fact that he is finally putting himself out there kind of broke your own heart. It’s not like you could ever say anything though, you live together and if anything happened, it would be the most awkward living situation you’ve ever been through.
He shrugged, “I guess.”
You smiled, “Then swipe away, my friend. Anyone you find cute and interesting.”
He leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to your forehead, “Thank you, doll. If this works then I’ll thank you forever.”
Bucky rushed out of the room and you laughed, reopening your books and attempting to resume your assignment.
An hour had passed, your mind went other places and with a groan of frustration, you picked up your phone and opened your own Tinder app.
“Gotta get over him.” You whispered to yourself, swiping through potential dates and stopping suddenly when you came across Bucky’s profile.
So much for getting over him.
Without second thought, you swiped right with a smile. If he asks, you’ll say it was a joke.
However, in big white letters the words “It’s a Match!” displayed across the screen.
Confused, you stood up and walked through the halls of the tower, straight to Bucky’s room where he sat on his bed.
“Did you right swipe me as a joke too?” You said, trying to make your voice sound a lot less nervous than you actually were.
He shook his head, “You said anyone I find cute and interesting.”
You rose an eyebrow, “But-”
“We matched, didn’t we? Should we get to each other a little more?” His demeanor had shifted from seemingly oblivious to undeniably slick.
“Did you- did you set this whole thing up just for that?” You wanted to laugh, almost in disbelief, but you kept your composure as best as possible.
“You can’t prove that.”
“How did you know I’d swipe right on you?” Oh god. Oh my god he knows that you’re interested in him.
“I have my ways.” With that, you smacked his chest lightly with a pillow, causing him to yell over-dramatically. You got on your knees and hit him again and again, laughter falling between you two.
He grabbed another pillow and hit you back, causing you to fall backwards onto his fluffy comforter while he fell beside you.
“So does this mean you’ll go on a date with me?” Bucky asked, now out of breath.
“I don’t know,” you stood suddenly, throwing the pillow at him, “message me on Tinder and we’ll find out.” You rushed out of his room and back to yours, grabbing your phone off your bed and looking at your messages.
Sure enough, there was a message from Bucky simply reading, ‘Hey ;)’.