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deancaspinefest · 3 months

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All in Honesty

Author: golbygloom | Artist: TwinOne

Posting on Tuesday March 19

It's been years of watching Dean and Cas dance around their feelings and at this point, Sam's losing hope that they'll ever take that step and talk things out already. One well-placed spell from Rowena makes Dean and Cas incapable of not talking, but even that doesn't get them together. Will Sam ever be able to help the morons he's forced to live with get together already, or is he destined for a life of perpetually being stuck between them as some sort of bizarre marriage counselor that neither seems aware the other also talks to?

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"It's just so painful," he laments a few days later to Rowena, both more than a little drunk in the Bunker's library, Dean and Cas having already gone to bed (unfortunately in different rooms). "They're just…so obvious to everyone except each other. How don't they realize?"

"Noo, why should they? It's not like all of Heaven and Hell figured it out before them or anything."

"I just don't get it. I mean, Dean's eyes are always practically glued to Cas' eyes or lips or his butt and he still hasn't picked up on the fact that there might be something a little weird about that if they really were 'just friends'?" Sam's drink sloshes violently in his glass as he gestures around the room, agitated. "Cas only gets an excuse because he hasn't even been on Earth for a decade, but somebody as old as him should probably at least have an idea what all those feelings are, right?"

"Aye, the poor dears don't have a brain cell between them when it comes to matters of the heart, it seems," Rowena says sagely. "They can be more than a little daft when something doesn't involve killing or dying or crying…"

"They're so hopeless," Sam agrees miserably, burying his face in his hands to rub at his forehead and push his hair behind his ears. "I have to live with them so it's just constant. I-I don't know what to do anymore."

Rowena's quiet for a long moment before she hums to herself. "There might be some way to get their heads out from within their tushies…"

He looks up at that, though judging by the twinkle in the witch's eye, he's gonna regret listening. "What do you mean?" he asks warily anyway, blaming the alcohol for him even considering…whatever it is Rowena is going to suggest.

"Well, all it takes is a wee spell or two and those two will be singing like canaries."

"About their disgustingly sappy love for each other?" Sam guesses, but the witch just smirks.

"About everything. Anything that comes to mind." Sam stares at her blankly, but Rowena doesn't seem to notice. "Oh, I imagine it wouldn't be more than but a few days before certain thoughts come out and certain feelings are revealed…"

"Rowena…"

"Don't tell me you've changed your mind? It's not like there are all that many ways to get those two to sit down and talk about their feelings, Samuel."

Sam considers it, his drunken mind unable to see why this might be a bad idea beyond Dean getting pissed off. Then again, Dean gets pissed if he sees something green on his plate, so Sam's not all that concerned. "What's the cure?"

Rowena's smirk widens, nearly splitting her face in two. "True love's kiss."

(continue reading on Ao3 on Tuesday March 19)

#destiel #deancas #destiel fic #deancas fic #destiel art #deancas art #pinefest 2024 #pinefest previews #2024 Dean/Cas Pinefest #author: golbygloom #artist: TwinOne #Oblivious Dean #Obvious Cas #Matchmaker Sam

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holylulusworld · 1 year

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Cocky matchmaker

Title: Cocky matchmaker

Request fill for @hannibals-favourite-meal for my 16.666 followers celebration

Rating: Mature

Summary: Dean takes matters in his hands.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: fluff, flirting, idiots in love, mutual pining, mentions of deaths (no description)

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“So, get this, Y/N,” Sam tries to get your attention. He doesn’t need to try, though. Your head immediately snaps toward the hunter and your eyes become glassy as Sam smiles softly at you. “I found this old mansion they turned into a motel. They call it the murder mystery motel because almost twenty people got killed at this place.”

“Sammy, your fetish is shining through again,” Dean smirks as you get up to move your chair closer to Sam. “Do you remember the last time we ended up at a serial killer’s place?”

“It’s not a fetish,” Sam makes a face. “I’m just interested in the history of crime and violence.”

“Who killed all the people?” you ask, wanting to turn Sam’s attention back toward you, not his cocky brother. “Sam?”

“The better question is, sweetheart,” Dean snickers as his brother grunts, “what do you mean with almost twenty?”

“Eighteen bodies got found…and a half,” Sam shrugs. “One person is still missing. The detectives are not sure if the man killed his wife and ran, or if he fell victim to the mansion too.”

“You mean he fell victim to some crazy serial killer or a ghost, not the mansion.”

“After everything you saw Dean you still think a house cannot kill a man,” you ask.

“A house doesn’t kill you, Y/N,” Dean explains, “it’s a ghost or a monster. Never the house. Except it falls on your head and squishes you. Then it was the house.”

“DEAN!” Sam mutters. “Y/N was about to eat her lunch.”

“Oh-I’m no sensitive, Sam,” you softly speak while patting his hand. Your touch lingers until Dean clears his throat.

“If you want me to leave for a while, tell me so,” the elder hunter grins.

“What? I—” you nervously shift on your seat as Dean watches you pat his brother’s hand. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

Dean sighs deeply. He’s just done watching you and his brother pine for each other.

“If you say so, Y/N. Maybe you and Sammy should check that mansion out. Together.”

“We should?” Sam furrows his brows. “You don’t want to tag along, Dean? I thought you love creepy places.”

“I got a hot date,” Dean lies. “Trust me, checking out a creepy place is the last thing I want to do this week. You got my number. If anything happens, give me a call.”

“Hmm…this can’t be right,” Sam looks at the address scribbled on a piece of paper and back at the motel in front of him. “Honeymoon Hearts?”

“This doesn’t look like the motel you were talking about,” you feel your cheeks heat up as you look at the motel. “Sam, do you want to tell me something?”

“I—” the hunter frowns. He thumbs through the search history on his phone, huffing as the address is not the same as he noted on the piece of paper. “I don’t know what happened, Y/N. I looked the address up and noted it. But we are…I don’t know where we even are.”

“It looks nice,” you squeal. “Look, they have buffet, a whirlpool, and uh… I bet they got all this romantic crap. Maybe even soft pillows. Don’t you think? I knew you wouldn’t forget about Valentine’s Day. Dean was right!”

Sam smiles softly as you excitedly look up at him. “What did Dean say?” Sam watches you hurriedly walk toward the motel to get the best room. “Y/N? What did he say?”

The hunter sighs. He unlocks his phone again to call his brother. Sam closes his eyes and counts to ten.

“What’s up, Sammy?” Sam can hear the smirk in Dean’s voice. “Did you already make a move? I hope so! I booked the most expensive room for the two of you including a hot tub.”

“What did you do, Dean?”

“Sammy, you are pining for Y/N for almost a year now. It’s Valentine’s Day. Love is in the air,” Dean snickers as Sam groans deeply. “Do I have to give you the talk about bees and flowers again or do you know how to make a move on her?”

“I know how to make a move,” Sam bites his tongue as you walk back toward the hunter. “Which name did you use this time?”

“Mr. and Mrs. …” Dean laughs loudly, “Pine,” the hunter hangs up the phone before Sam can yell at him.

“Sam, that guy said we got a reservation. Dude even got a picture of us,” you say. “Why did you use the name, Pine?”

“Dean tried to be funny,” Sam tries to explain his brother tricked you and him. “I’m sorry. I know you wanted to visit the creepy motel.”

“Dude, they got a whirlpool and heart-shaped boxes of chocolates ! I bet they got vibrating beds too. I love a good back massage,” you nod to yourself.

“You do?” Sam licks his lips. “I can give you a massage. My hands are…uh…”

“Your hands,” you stare at Sam’s large hands, whimpering as you imagine feeling them on your body. “Do you…do you like using your hands?”

Sam would like to tell you he dreams of putting his hands on you for months.

“How about we go to the room Dean booked and find out if I’m good at giving back massages?”

“Sam?” you whisper.

“Yeah, Y/N?”

Sam watches you step closer to place your hands on his chest. “It’s Valentine’s Day and I want you to know that I…”

“I like you a lot,” Sam hastily says before you can admit your feelings. “It’s more than that. I mean…would you like to go on a date with me?”

“Sammy,” you giggle, “we are standing in front of a romantic honeymoon motel. I think we can call this our first date.”

“Y/N, I want our first date to be special. I’ll take you out to your favorite restaurant and we can have ice cream. Or we can go and watch a movie.”

Sam looks you up and down, biting his lower lip as his eyes land on your chest.

“Sammy, do you like what you see?” You grin as Sam roams your body with hungry eyes.

“Very much, baby girl,” he cups your face with his large hands, making you shiver. “Can I show you how much?”

He swallows your answer with his lips, taking away all the doubts you had. You wanted to confess your feelings for so long, always afraid Sam doesn’t like your body.

“I like what I see too.”

When you come back from your short vacation, holding hands with Sam his brother smirks like the cat that got the cream. He proudly puffs his chest, waiting for his brother and you to thank him.

“About time you put your hands on that girl! I feared I must lock you in the dungeon together…”

“Thank you, Dean,” you blow your friend a kiss. “You were right…”

“Sweetheart, I’m always right,” the cocky matchmaker leans back in his chair and puts his feet on the table. “My job here is done. Just use protection…”

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coreancitizen · 5 months

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My "The Matchmakers" ship is finally sailing!

Omigosh, I've been rooting for this couple ever since Lieutenant Handsome tried to arrest the cross-dressing, erotic-novel-writing Maiden Sam Soon!

#the matchmakers #huh nam jun #jung bo min #jung soon goo #maeng sam soon #kdrama

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ieatsmallorphansnamedtom · 2 years

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Stardew Matchmaking

Hi! I decided I also wanna do some matchmaking for you guys (A.K.A. tell me about yourself and I'll give you a bachelor/bachelorette). They can be romantic or platonic. So, I assume I should tell you what to put if you want to send an ask. So, here's a quick template:

Your gender preference (i.e., bachelor and/or bachelorette)

Your personality

What you prefer in a partner

Of course, if you don't want to list the first or third bullet point that's fine! I just really wanna do matchmaking LMAO.

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wibley-wobley-pixie · 4 months

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Is there any fics for the matchmakers anywhere?

Every character in this show is too damn cute

Middle sister and her boy are supreme himbo tsundere couple I love them so much please guys guide me to some fics if you could

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ejzah · 2 years

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NCIS LA Season 14 Countdown, Day 7

A/N: This one takes place a while post Kulinda, in season 8. Following Sam and Deeks’ conversation about Kensi not wanting to do things they used to do together, with him (my heart breaks for Deeks there. Poor guy.).

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A Push In The Right Direction

“Hey Kens, you got plans tomorrow?” Sam asked, stopping in front of her desk. He rapped his knuckles lightly on the surface, casting a casual glance around. Good, Deeks wasn’t around. That would make things easier.

“No, I don’t think so,” Kensi answered, eyes narrowing with immediate concern. “What do you need?”

She seemed mostly likely her old self, but there was still a touch more guardedness lingering. It would come with time. For now, Sam was more focused on speeding other things along.

“Nothing. I’ve got a gift certificate for the Water Grill we received as a gift a while back and never got around to using. Wondered if you and Deeks would be interested.”

“Oh, that’s really sweet, but we couldn’t.”

“Why not? Michelle and I can’t make it out there in the next few days, and if you don’t take it, the certificate will expire,” Sam told her. “I’d feel better about you two having a night out than it going to waste.”

“Well…”

“C’mon, when’s the last time you and Deeks went out on a date?” Sam continued, not giving her time to back out of it.

“It has been a while,” Kensi admitted, biting her bottom lip. He could see she was wavering, running out of excuses why she couldn’t accept. “Are you sure Michelle won’t mind?”

“Believe me, she’ll be thrilled it’s being put to good use,” he assured her.

“Ok. Thank you, Sam.”

Grinning, he handed over a black gift card. “No problem. When you go, make sure you tell Deeks to comb his hair for once.”

“I’ll try,” Kensi said with a hint of a smile. “Deeks’ll love this.”

A minute later, she got a text from Nell to go up to Ops. Sam watched her go, settling in at his desk with a pleased smile.

“Well, well, well,” Callen said, speaking up for the first time. He swung his legs up onto his desk, regarding Sam with a smirk. “I never knew my partner doubled as a matchmaker.”

“What, I’m just making sure that the gift card gets used,” Sam explained innocently.

“Sure you are. What’s Michelle going to think when she finds out you gave away one of your gifts?”

“You think I’m an amateur? I bought that one myself and got a voucher for Michelle’s favorite restaurant the same day,” he explained.

“Ah, so it was all planned after all,” Callen observed. Sighing, Sam nodded reluctantly. “What happened to not getting involved in your coworkers’ love life?”

“I know it’s been a little difficult to get back into the swing of things for Kensi and Deeks. Figured it would hurt to give ‘em a little nudge.” He shook his head. “Besides, they’re far less annoying when they’re in domestic bliss.”

“Aw, that’s sweet.”

Sam held up a finger in warning. “Don’t you start,” he said. “And don’t even think about saying anything to Kensi and Deeks. I’ve done my part, now it’s up to them to figure the rest out.”

Callen was silent for a moment, his eyes shifting between Kensi and Deeks’ desks.

“You’re a good man, Sam Hanna. They’ll appreciate your help one day,” Callen finally said, surprising Sam.

“Thanks, G.”

“Now I just have one question. What are your rates if I want to find a tall brunette without any homicidal tendencies?”

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“Oh my god, that was some of the best lobster I’ve ever had,” Deeks sighed, with a look of true bliss.

Thanks to Sam’s very generous donation, they’d had a massive seafood dinner, complete with drinks and dessert. Afterwards, they’d driven down to the beach, and kicked off their shoes for a evening walk.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Kensi said, leaning her head on his shoulder as they walked along the shore, feet sinking into the wet sand. It was lucky she’d decided on a knee length dress for tonight. Deeks was slightly less fortunate in his long dress pants, but she had a feeling he wouldn’t care.

She’d almost forgotten what it was like to have a night free of appointments, exercise, and worrying about her recovery. It also made her realize she and Deeks hadn’t spent much time together like this, just the two of them, in even longer. Like Sam had said, she couldn’t remember the last time they’d been on a real date.

“I did. This was a perfect night.” Sliding his hand down her arm until he reached her fingers. He lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed her palm, lips soft and warm on her skin. “What about you?”

“Sushi, lobster,,” Kensi paused to kiss his cheek, then his neck, lowering her voice to whisper in his ear, “And the man I adore all on one night. Amazing.”

Deeks tilted his head back, grin visible in the light while. It was a beautiful sight. Especially after the last several months. It made her want to kiss him even more.

“Wow, you really are a lightweight right now, aren’t you?” he teased. “I should have cut you off after one Mezcalero.”

“Hush, I’m not drunk,” she insisted with a soft laugh. She turned and looped her arms around his neck, drawing them to a stop. Deeks braced his hands on her hips as she stretched up against him, flicking her tongue over his bottom lip.

He made a sound between a gasp and a sigh, fingers briefly tightening, then slipping slightly lower. Kensi pressed several kisses around his mouth while his hands roamed up and down her torso, teasing him before she finally sucked his lip between hers.

Deeks groaned this time, cupping the back of her head as he returned her kiss enthusiastically. Kensi pulled away sometime later, breathless, and filled with the warmth of Deeks’ touch.

“Take me home,” she murmured, not resisting when Deeks swung her up into his arms and carried her back to the truck.

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A/N: Obviously this takes place after 767. I was originally going to make this another angsty one, but realized it worked better with Kensi and Deeks having a happy moment.

#ncis la fanfiction #densi #marty deeks #kensi blye #Sam and Callen #Sam the matchmaker #Kensi and Deeks figure things out #post Kulinda #romance #ejzah fanfiction

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inez-winchester-cameron · 9 months

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Can i make a missouris matching request?

im like 5'5 with longish blonde hair, im more on the plus size side yknow and i have brown eyes. i actually am also autistic and i have bpd (horrible combo) but im super energetic and bubbly. i think my fashion is more like mcbling/trashy y2k, but i also do a bunch of bright colors and whatnot!! im also very sensitive and i love being taken care of amd just being able to kind of let go of things for a little!!

Imma pair you w/ Sam Winchester and heres why:

Idk I can just see Sam w/ an autistic partner

He'd adore someone bubbly

You two would just fit so so so well

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#💕Missouri's Matchmaking #sam winchester x reader

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golddustgoddess · 1 year

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er doctor all those brain cells and youre still a mf idiot

#sam watches indian matchmaking

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theshotsheardacrossworlds · 2 years

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I wish to learn more about all of Agni and Estinien's kids. I am curious what jobs they have when they grow up

Esme: White Mage like her mother; lives in Ishgard with her husband Samuelaine de Fortemps (Artoirel's eldest son and heir); is known as Lady Esme de Fortemps after her marriage

Hami: Paladin; Temple Knight; lives in Ishgard with his husband Daisuke

Marcelin: originally trained at the Arcanists Guild and hated it; lived home for a few years; then trained at the Carpenters Guild and is now a master freelance carpenter; is often the "victim" of his father's schemes to set him up with someone

Philipine "Pip": actor with a theater company in Kugane; is in a competition with Celestine and Maeva as to which Varlineau child is the biggest troll

Laurent: Scholar; lives in Sharlayan with his girlfriend and later wife Frydbryda

Celestine: Weaver by training and fashion designer living in Radz-at-Han; is the only Varlineau child who lives in Radz-at-Han

Sylvaine: Monk; lives in Ala Mhigo and trains new monks regularly; do NOT insult his mother

Aurelien: An artist who travels sketching, painting, etc; prefers to create "slice of life" pieces; Horace now travels with Aurelien as a companion

Maeva: Dragoon; inherits Nidhogg from her father; lives in Ishgard; eventually marries her childhood friend Noahewan after years of mutual pining that drives everyone around them insane

#asker i wuv u #ask and you shall receive #the varlineau kids #esme loves sam but the nobility is not kind to her AT ALL #estinien is a matchmaker for marcelin lmao

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rhymeswithcabbage · 2 years

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Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark

Chapters: 2/61 Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Summary:

In a world where superpowered individuals with similar goals marry to increase their abilities tenfold, The Avengers are a famously all-single team of heroes that work alongside other cliques for the triumph of good over evil. Phil Coulson, their manager, is nervous. Unknown threats loom on the horizon, and a team of unbonded heroes, while powerful, may not be strong enough to face what is to come.

Tony just wants to fly his suits and tweak his tech in peace. He signed up to save the world, not for this never-ending matchmaking schtick. Ugh. When will the torture end?

Based almost directly on the sequence of events in Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice, with a few minor tweaks of the Universe to fit the storyline. Characters: Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Darcy Lewis, Pepper Potts, Jarvis (Iron Man movies), Phil Coulson, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Steve Rogers, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Peter Parker, Miles Morales, May Parker (Spider-Man), Wade Wilson, Nick Fury, Sharon Carter (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Jane Foster (Marvel), Stephen Strange

Additional Tags: Pride and Prejudice References, Inspired by Pride and Prejudice, Alternate Universe, Idiots in Love, Angst, Matchmaking, Enemies to Lovers, Romance, Slow Burn, Team as Family, Friendship, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Jarvis (Iron Man movies) is a Good Bro, Humor, Crack, Falling In Love, Love Confessions, Jealousy, Pining, Mutual Pining

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i-currently-have-purple-have-sir · 10 months

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You know, I acknowledge that roy/Jamie or roy/Jamie/keeley makes the most sense when watching the show and are very good ships but I started shipping Colin/Jamie way back in season one and my heart won’t let it go. In this situation I believe Roy and Jamie would still have a weird dependent relationship where they do platonic dumb stuff together on the daily. But jamie and Colin would be so cute and sweet, like I imagine jamie would be so smitten an obvious and they’d have fun together and it’d just be nice.

#roy/jamie #Roy/Jamie/keeley #Jamie/Colin #Ted lasso #I think Colin would also have a soft spot for kids #him and keeley get along well cus they start messaging each other about Roy and Jamie’s dumb shit #she takes him clubbing also b4 they even get together as some kind of gay initiation #the whole team splits in two and has a huge debate about shovel talk #they all knew Jamie liked Colin cus he has no chill #mostly they were shocked it was reciprocal cus Colin is really good at pretending #Sam and Isaac knew tho #the team tries matchmaking anyway #it’s bad

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enchantedbarnes · 1 year

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Uncle Buck

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Single Aunt!Reader

Summary: You take your nephew to a Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson Q&A event. The mischievous 8-year-old asks if he can get in line to ask a question. Against your better judgement you agree and let him go up by himself.

Word Count: 626

A/N: I had no intention to write anything on this account but here we are. Excuse the mess.

A young boy - 8 years old, dark hair and eyes full of mischief - walks up to the microphone.

"Hi, I have a question for Bucky..." He asks shyly.

The moderator nods, "What's your question for him, little man?"

The boy looks over at the seats nearby behind him and smirks, turning back to the stage with some more confidence this time.

"Will you marry my Aunt?"

The crowd let's out collective gasps, giggles, and awws. There's some cheering and a loud "OW OWWWW."

You inhale quickly and choke on your own air supply, trying to compose yourself. "BENJAMIN!!!"

You're horrified and shrink down in your seat while pulling your hood up over your head for added cover.

While you contemplate the fastest way to snatch the little traitor and get out of there as swiftly as possible you hear Sam's loud laugh echo through the room.

"I assume that was your Aunt and you're Benjamin?" Bucky asks while smirking.

Tiny traitor nods while grinning ear to ear. "I'm Benji, Auntie's name is Y/n and she thinks you're sooo handsome," he exaggerates with an eye roll, "and she's super fun and pretty and you'd be the coolest unc--"

Exit plan secured you jump out of your seat and rush over to cover his mouth and pull him back from the mic. Your hood still up and head ducked down.

"You said you were asking about the mechanics of his arm, you tiny little punk," you mutter at him but the microphone still picks up what you said.

While you have him secured in a headlock you quickly speak into the mic, avoiding all eye contact. "I apologize, I've never met this child before... I'm going to return him to the proper authorities immediately."

Picking your nephew up as quickly as you can, you toss him over your shoulder. His fit of giggles exploding while he tries yelling out again, "But he hasn't answered yet!"

"He's free later tonight, Aunt Y/n!" Sam shouts while you retreat to the back of the conference room towards the exit. "Your future family seems nice," he jokes while nudging Bucky's arm.

Benji tries to shout back across the room, "SHE IS FREE TOO!! EVERY NIGHT!!"

You shove the exit door open, "You're so dead. On my pick up days for school I will be blasting every embarrassing song I can find with the windows down. I'm going to start saving now and I will be buying every ad space available in your future yearbooks and I will be plastering them with your baby photos. And not the cute ones." Like this kid ever took a photo that wasn't cute.

***

The two of you walk around a food truck area set up outside the conference space. Benji is happily eating a pretzel you only bought so your sister wouldn't kill you for neglecting her child. You grab a seat at a small table to people-watch while he finishes up his undeserved treat.

You let your hood down, setting your vibrant and wild hair free. The color is easy to pick out in a crowd.

Benji is explaining in great detail the plot to a video game he has been playing with his friends and how one level keeps tripping them up.

The chair next to you slides back, "Is this seat open?" A deep voice asks.

Benji grins, "Yes!"

You already know who it is, but you're still startled when you look over and see none other than Bucky Barnes sitting with you and the small trouble matchmaker.

"So... is the potential cool Uncle position still available?" He smirks, hand on his chin looking over at both of you.

This little punk might be getting free pretzels and ice cream for life.

Alright folks! By popular demand, here is part 2!

Uncle Buck Returns

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #marvel fic #bucky fanfiction #bucky barnes x fem!reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes imagine #uncle buck fic

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ieatsmallorphansnamedtom · 1 year

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Heyy is it too late to send in the thing for the Stadew Matchmaking? It's ok if it is, I'm just gonna leave this here still, in case it's not. Sorry for asking :'D

Ok so I don't really care what gender, by if I really had to choose then I admit that I do tend to go for the bachelors more.

I'm an INFP and I tend to be really shy when meeting strangers. My favorite aesthetic is cyperpunk, 80's flashy colors and vintage! I like collecting vinyls! Uhh my love languages are words of affirmations and quality time. I like talking about my interest at lot, most of the time it's about video game lore and movies details that I noticed and found cool. I also spend most of my time listening to music and drawing. Oh I also love ghost hunting and paranormal stuff!! :P

As for what I like in a partner,, someone who's willing to listen to my rambles about random media. I also would like to have someone play video games with me and binge tv shows. I like people who are passionate about what they do.

Yeah that's it I think?

Sorry if I'm bothering!

-- ⚡anon

Hi there, ⚡! You're my first emoji anon! Yippee! Anyways, I match you with...

Sam!

You could honestly have a shot with any of the members of the A.S.S. squad, but I think Sam's your best match. Let's go down the list, shall we?

Starting with the INFP thing, I have to admit I don't know anything about that stuff. But according to an infographic I found, INFP's are idealists and are very passionate about whatever cause they are behind. They take delight in the unusual.

Sam can roll with that! He's a pretty passionate guy too, though more steered towards his hobbies. He's also a bit of an idealist, though his worldview is tainted due to the situation with his father. You help to give him hope that everything will turn out alright.

As for your shyness, Sam's totally there to balance that out! He's naturally a talker, so you don't have to worry about approaching him. As long as you're friendly and add something to the conversation (even just an 'oh, I like that too!') and he's sure to come back to talk again.

To be honest I see that cyberpunk stuff as more of a Sebastian thing, but Sebastian is also Sam's best friend, so...

I headcanon Stardew Valley to take place in some alternate '90s or early '00s, so the '80s isn't that far behind them yet. but as for a modern AU, he'd think that's really cool! He would also love your vinyl collection and even has a small one of his own, no matter the decade.

Words of affirmation is something I headcanon Sam likes to give, so that's all good! Sam is a pretty energetic person, so if by quality time you mean quiet quality time that's going to be tricky. But if you just mean hanging out at the saloon or something he's all set!

Sam's neurodivergent 100% so he's down to join in on the infodumping. I also reckon he'd really like to hear all the little lore tidbits you know about you two's favourite video games. He brings Sebastian along and you three start rambling about cool movies and shitty movies and all the movies in-between. Bring Abigail along and she'll go into the nitty gritty of all the practical effects used in gore scenes in horror movies.

I think Sam canonically has a book about UFOs on his shelf. Ghosts and stuff are more of an Abigail thing (he's scared of dead people but not unknown aliens haha), but he'll talk about aliens and whatnot with you. Just don't freak him out too much.

Video games we've already covered, so I'll talk about the TV shows. In my employing Sam post, I mentioned him and the reader like to make fun of shitty shows together. So, if there's something you both love to hate, he'll absolutely binge watch it with you and yell at the characters and throw popcorn at the screen.

Again, Sam's a very passionate guy. He loves his band and his friends and his family to the ends of the earth and will always stand by them. He will stand up for Vincent no matter what he's facing, though he usually tries to resolve the situation without conflict. He'll stand by you, too, so please stand by him.

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Dookie the Matchmaker

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x f!reader

Warnings: mention of blood

Summary: She curses herself for forgetting to ask for your name, but she thinks it's better this way. She can't afford to get close to anyone. Not after Amber. Not after Quinn and Ethan.

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Tara falls in love.

It happens slowly, gradually. At first, she doesn't even notice, just keeps sending you awkward smiles and brief glances, long enough to be considered friendly, but not long enough to make you question her.

She sees you regularly during her economics class - it was one of the electives, and Sam made some good points about choosing it, so she did.

You're never late, always showing up a few minutes early, taking your seat near the window and drawing doodles in your notebook.

Tara doesn't even remember when she first started noticing you, she just knows that one day she walked in and her eyes zeroed in on your seat, corners of her mouth curling up at the familiar sight of you hunched over the desk, chewing on your pen.

You're never absent, so when she was forced to miss one of the lectures she ventured to you, hesitantly asking to borrow your notes.

She keeps telling herself she did that because she is an outcast now, no one in her class is willing to talk to her and seats closest to her always remain empty, but honestly she just wanted to hear your voice and maybe see you smile at her, if she's lucky.

Turns out luck was on her side that day, because the smile directed at her was wide and inviting, and you gave her your notes without a question.

She curses herself for forgetting to ask for your name, but she thinks it's better this way. She can't afford to get close to anyone. Not after Amber. Not after Quinn and Ethan.

She convinces herself that the looks she regularly receives in the halls don't bother her. She pretends she doesn't hear harsh words muttered behind her back. She sits at the farthest table at the cafeteria with Chad and Mindy by her side, looking away when she feels people staring.

She can't ignore the shove she receives after she hurries away from her economics class.

She looks up and fights the urge to throw up.

It's one of Ethan's friends, all bulky, tall and angry. Other students walk by without a second glance, and his lips curl in a way that makes her shiver.

She takes a deep breath and looks him straight in the eye, straightening her shoulders.

"What's going on?"

You're the last one to walk out, looking between them in confusion, one hand in your pocket, the other on the door behind you.

He smirks and cocks his head to the side, and she really really doesn't want you to see this.

"Are you deaf?" You ask, more forcefully this time, and to her surprise you choose to stand by her side, your shoulder brushing against hers in silent support.

"Just want to have a little chat. You should leave." He jerks his head at you, but you don't budge, your eyes narrowing.

"After you, Matthews."

You look at each other for a long moment, and Tara's about to finally speak up, tell you to just leave it and go, when he scoffs and walks past you, shouldering you harshly.

You roll your eyes and make sure he leaves, before turning to her with that warm smile and kind eyes, asking if she's okay, offering to walk her home.

She shakes her head, whispers a quiet thanks and rushes away, not looking back.

Later that night she cries in Sam's arms. No words are said out loud, but she knows her sister understands, can feel it in the press of lips on her temple and the tears that disappear in her hair.

Next morning they visit a dog shelter and come back home with another family member.

The dog doesn't take well to strangers.

Mindy and Chad, who are now living with them, shriek when they first see their new pet, jumping on the counter when the Doberman starts barking loudly. In the end, Sam is the one to calm everyone down, because Tara is too busy wheezing on the couch.

It takes two months for the dog to get used to the twins and they complain the whole time. But even they can't deny feeling this new sense of security.

"Dude, she's so good." Chad rambles on and on about some girl days later, while Tara picks at her salad distractedly, her thoughts on you and the shirt you decided to wear today. It showed off your arms and she idly wonders if you play any sports, but doesn't allow her mind to wander further.

Mindy laughs loudly and shakes her head.

"I'm telling you. You should've seen her, she's crazy." He exclaims, gaining attention of nearby students.

He doesn't look away like Tara does, instead he looks them in the eye and waits, daring them to say something. They never do, because Chad is Chad. And Tara is… well, she's just Tara.

"Okay, we got it. Or do you want everyone to know?" Mindy chuckles, elbowing her brother.

Chad takes a sip of his water and grins proudly. "As matter of fact, yes, I do. She's amazing and everyone needs to know that. I think she's in one of your classes, you need to introduce us," he directs at Tara to which she shrugs, trying to hide her sudden interest.

You're the only person she notices, and if you're the one he's talking about she has no desire to introduce you.

If she could, she would keep you to herself.

She blinks, surprised by her own thought and quickly shoves it into the deepest corner of her mind.

She finally understands what he was talking about when she sees you during basketball practice, practically annihilating the other team. She gulps and pointedly ignores the looks Mindy and Chad keep sending her, her eyes on your lean body as you send yet another ball through the hoop. You smile when your teammate slaps your back good-naturally and send her a wink, making Tara swoon in her seat at the bleachers.

You don't notice her at all, your eyes never stray away from the court, your chest glistening with sweat, making the smaller girl lick her lips.

"Are you drooling?" Mindy smirks.

Tara rolls her eyes and doesn't grant a response.

She spends the rest of the day wishing that wink was directed to her.

When she sees Matthews again it doesn't go the way she thought it would go.

You burst through a door, looking ragged and breathless. Tara runs into you, your eyes widening in alarm before you quickly hide your hands behind your back, and Tara immediately tenses up, unconsciously taking a step back. A moment later Matthews walks out of the same door, his nose bleeding profoundly. He blanches when he sees you, and backtracks, shutting the door behind him with a loud bang.

You shift sheepishly and apologize for startling her, but Tara doesn't hear any of it, all of her senses focused on the way your chest rises with each breath, the way your tongue darts out to wet your lips in a nervous gesture.

Tara blinks rapidly and curses quietly. She mutters a lame excuse and almost sprints out of the building, away from you, away from her unwanted feelings.

That night Sam tells her something that makes her heart skip a bit.

"We can't live our life in fear. Maybe… maybe you should give them a chance. But not before I meet them, of course."

The words leave her with a warm feeling in her chest. She doesn't know how Sam found out, but she's grateful nonetheless.

The problem is, she has no idea how to approach you. It wasn't easy to come up and ask for notes and you were strangers then, she wasn't fully aware of her feelings. Technically, you're still strangers, but you've saved her ass multiple times now and all she's done is run. So yeah, no one can blame her for not knowing how to approach you after she so carefully avoided any interaction with you for so long.

It happens right after she steps out of her favorite pizza place after picking up her order.

One moment she has a tight grip on the leash, pizza box in other hand, and the next, her dog is sprinting like there's no tomorrow, easily tugging Tara behind him.

The brunette struggles to keep up, pizza long forgotten in favor of trying to stop her dog, both of her hands getting white from the tight grip she has on the leash.

"Dookie!" She shouts, trying to stop her dog. "Dookie, stop!"

With one last harsh tug from the doberman she is forced to let go of the leash, huffing and sprinting after the dog. She is already panting, and by the time her dog rounds the corner she has half a mind to call Sam and make her chase the dog down herself. After all, it was her sister's idea to get one.

There's a yelp right before she rounds the corner and she runs faster, almost bumping into the rough concrete, panic coursing through her veins.

She stops in her tracks as soon as she sees you.

"Hey, buddy," you say, giggling.

The leash previously held in Tara's hand is now wrapped snugly around your legs, effectively keeping you in place. Her dog, the traitor that he is, is jumping at you in joy, trying to lick your face.

Now that she's sure no one's hurt, she takes a moment to get her breathing under control and to observe her supposedly very scary guard dog making you laugh. She can't help, but be jealous of the way her dog so easily got your attention.

She thinks about calling Sam, or Mindy, or even Chad, because she can't do this. She can't walk up to you when you're looking so breathtakingly beautiful, laughing unabashedly, your eyes glistening in the sunlight.

But she has no other choice now, seeing you nearly topple over when Dookie decides to make another lap around you.

"Stop it!" she whisper yells at the dog as soon as she nears the two of you.

You look up, surprised, and blink, before a grin overtakes your features. You try to face her and realize you can't even turn when your legs don't move an inch.

She bends and picks up the leash, embarrassment painted over her features. "I'm so sorry. He's never done that before," she chuckles awkwardly and tugs on the leash.

You yelp when the movement causes you to trip and fall into her arms, and she catches you without missing a beat, holding you while you regain your footing.

Her dog barks happily from behind you.

"Sorry," you mutter, trying to pry away from the leash, but the dog doesn't move from the place near your feet, drool dripping over your shoes.

Tara's sure she looks positively horrified at the sight of your drool covered shoes, her face feels like it's been set on fire. She crouches in front of you and begins to unwrap the leash, and you try to help her as much as you can, much to the dog's displeasure.

"There. All done." She gets up, her eyes darting around the street. "I'm really sorry about this. Don't know what's gotten into him, he's never tried to kidnap anyone before." She realizes just how true the words are as soon as they leave her lips.

Dookie hates strangers. It took Chad and Mindy almost a month to even pet the dog, much less cuddle with him like old friends, which is what you're doing now. She hums in thought, barely managing to hide a smile.

Dookie's approval means Sam's approval.

You laugh, shaking your head. "It's fine. Seems like he just wants to play. You're Tara, right?" You look up, squinting from the sun and the sight almost takes her breath away.

Her face burns and she curses herself for not even giving you her name after all the times you've saved her. But it seems you don't mind at all, smiling softly and looking away like you don't want to pressure her into having a conversation.

She decides she's done being afraid.

"Yes. And you're Y/n," she mumbles, suddenly shy. "And this is Dookie," she adds, gesturing to the dog jumping at your feet.

You get up from your crouch, laughing. "Dookie?"

"Short for Babadook. It's my favorite scary movie." She looks away momentarily, tension taking root in her shoulders as she awaits your reply.

"I hate scary movies." You make a face, shuddering.

She exhales with a chuckle and looks back to where she came from. "Wanna go look for the pizza I threw somewhere down this alley?" She asks jokingly, but she really really hopes you'll say yes.

"I'd love to," you smile, a red tint on your cheeks.

When she comes back home with a spring in her step and a happy grin in place, Sam smiles knowingly and gives her a hug that feels like home.

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