Operation Henderson and Harrington Pt. 5 ~ Mini-Series

Summary: The kids take it upon themselves to test their matchmaking skills. With a little help, they form a plot to get you and Steve together by Halloween.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x (Henderson!You) Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Language! Mostly from Dustin.

A/N: HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO YOU ALL!!!!! Here is the moment you have all been waiting for!

Part One ~ Part Two ~ Part Three ~ Part Four ~ Part Five ~ Part Six (Coming Soon)


Phase Six of Operation Henderson and Harrington: Get Y/N and Steve to see each other.

Your feet were killing you. The red heels were a horrible idea and you couldn’t help but wonder if you could just sit on every porch that you saw. How could anyone wear heels for such long periods of time? You couldn’t figure it out!

Despite the discomfort, you were having a lot of fun. El and Max seemed so carefree as they ran up to every single house, skipping and laughing as they moved around with their arms locked together. El kept offering you pieces of candy but you insisted that she keep it for herself. This was her first Halloween where she was able to relax and be a kid, and you just knew she was loving every minute.

You couldn’t help but wonder when you’d be running into the boys and Steve. You had been trick or treating for over an hour now and there hadn’t been one sighting.

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harryyyyypotterrrr  asked:

Okay so helppp. Everyone seems to have a hc that Draco and Harry are roommates in 8th year and when there’s Music and Moonlight and Love and Romance n all that ish and it’s trés cute but BUT. Nobody seems to have considered the concept of Weasel and Ferret sharing a dorm!? Pining!Harry, Pining!Draco, extremely stressed annoyed and hilarious Ron! Ron becomes matchmaker a la FGS MALFOY SHUT UP ABOUT HARRY FOR A SECOND WONT YOU and then they date and Ron is congratulated and bondingg and help me aa

OKAY but this is an amazing headcanon!!!!!! 

  • Harry’s really jealous when roommates are assigned, because he wanted to room with Ron of COURSE, what are you talking about?? Why else would he possibly be upset??
  • Harry encourages Ron to bitch about Draco’s annoying habits because he’s dying to know exactly what it would be like to live with him
  • ”Malfoy sleeps NAKED?! Fuck, that’s ho— aaah— horrible. I can’t believe you get to— I mean have to, yes, of course— live with that, Ron.”
  • Harry offers to trade rooms with Ron for a few nights a week because “that’s what friends are for, mate. If you have to suffer Malfoy’s pale skin and cock being on display, then I should get to— HAVE TO suffer it too.”
  • MEANWHILE Draco talks about Harry all the time.
  • ”I bet you wish you were rooming with Potter instead, don’t you? Perfect Potter. He would be the worst roommate. He would throw his clothes all over my bed, and then I would be able to smell him for days on my pillow. Disgusting.”
  • But then one time at like three in the morning Draco randomly starts a genuine conversation with Ron about whether he thinks Potter has forgiven him.
  • Ron is like… “Uh, yeah, mate… I reckon so.”
  • ”What makes you think that???”
  • ”Well… he used to talk about all the evil things he thought you were up to, but now he mostly just talks about your hair”
  • ”Oh…..” *long silence* “well I forgive him too, you know. For the Sectumsempra thing. So you can invite him to our room sometimes. I wouldn’t mind.”
  • Ron rolls over and is about to fall asleep when he realizes exactly what is happening here and just buries his head under his pillow and vows never to emerge
  • Only he does emerge and he invites Harry to his room
  • ”Are you sure I should go now? Malfoy might be in there!”
  • ”Yeah, he is”
  • ”What if I see his cock??”
  • ”You— what— uuuh. Well, then you’ll have seen his cock.”
  • ”Okay let’s go”
  • So then Harry and Ron are hanging out on Ron’s bed while Draco studies at his desk. Until he gets up and announces he needs a nap.
  • Of course as we all know Draco sleeps naked, so he starts slowly stripping off his clothes
  • Harry is like drooling and making weird whimpering noises and just staring so blatantly it’s ridiculous.
  • Ron calmly stands up and walks out the door, shutting it behind him, and neither Harry nor Draco notice.
  • A few hours later, Harry asks Ron what he would think about rooming with Neville again
  • Ron is overjoyed, switches with Harry that very day, and he lives happily ever after
  • except he’s still regularly exposed to naked Malfoy (and Harry now) because those two have no shame at all and they are apparently “too busy” to bother with locks
Sheriff Knows Best

Stiles/Derek, G, 2K words, Sheriff POV, Coffeeshop AU, matchmaker!Sheriff

(Credit for the title to @cobrilee!)

This is an expansion of the following idea, written by the lovely @artemis69:

the coffee!AU, where John goes to the same coffee shop every day, and there is this very grumpy, quiet barista that always makes him amazing coffee and keep the best pastries for him. And one day the Sheriff learns that Derek is the one to bake them all, so he decides: this will be my son in law, I need a reason to have this man in my family for at least forty to fifty years. Then he matchmakes with no subtility whatsoever, basically offering his only son on a silver plate, Stiles spluttering all the way (but he takes Derek’s number anyway because the guy is just amazingly cute)

John’s on his regular morning stroll when he stops in his tracks and takes in the brand-new coffee shop, complete with a banner advertising their opening day. The little corner space has been boarded up for over a year, and John had no idea it was opening today.

Any new businesses are a boon for Beacon Hills, especially family-run ones like this one is rumored to be, so John ducks inside. It’s warm and homey, and there’s a pair of young dark-haired people behind the counter, close enough in features that they’re probably siblings. The quiet bickering points that direction, too.

They stop, though, when they see the Sheriff—the uniform tends to have that effect—and he pastes on his public servant smile. “Hi there. I saw this place was open and wanted to come on in and introduce myself. Sheriff John Stilinski.”

“Oh, it’s so nice to meet you,” the woman says, holding out her hand for a shake. A nice strong grip—John likes this girl already. “I’m Laura Hale, and I own this place with my brother Derek, our resident grumpy barista-slash-baker.”

Derek rolls his eyes at Laura, but his smile to John is genuine, if small. “Hi, Sheriff. Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise, son,” he says, perusing the case full of tempting sugary treats. “You made these?”

He nods. “Can I get you anything?”

John hums. “A medium coffee, and…any one of these delicious-looking goodies. You pick. Just don’t tell my son,” he adds, and Derek looks up at him.

“Your son?”

“I have slightly elevated cholesterol,” he says, stressing the word. “Nothing to worry about, honestly. But he polices my diet. I don’t think he knows about this place yet, though, so this is great.”

Derek hums. His tongs hover over a muffin—lemon poppyseed, it looks like—before moving to another one. Raspberry-almond, according to the sign, and well, John isn’t picky. Derek drops it into a little bag and hands it over.

“Happy to help,” he says.

John thanks him and opens the bag. Laura’s still pouring his coffee, but it smells so damn good that he can’t resist.

“Wow,” he says, his mouth full. “This is delicious.”

Derek looks quietly proud, and Laura claps him on the shoulder as she reaches over to hand John his coffee. “On the house, today, Sheriff,” she says. “Thanks for stopping by.”

“I’ll be back tomorrow,” he promises.

“Thanks, Nina,” John says dryly, leaning back so she can put his plate in front of him.

“You’re welcome, Sheriff,” she says with a friendly smile, ignoring his stink eye.

Stiles just grins at both of them and digs into his French toast. He insists on having their weekly father-son breakfast at Paulie’s Diner because no matter what John orders, Nina will only bring him an egg-white omelet with a dry English muffin. Stiles must have some serious blackmail or be paying her off somehow, and John is, he has to admit, grudgingly impressed.

“Don’t look so bummed out, Pops,” Stiles says, around a mouthful of what’s surely syrup-drenched deliciousness. “At least I let you have turkey bacon.”

“It’s not the same,” he says grumpily, poking at it. “But at least I’m getting a steady stream of baked goods now.”

Stiles glares at him. “Are you serious? From where? I thought I had paid everyone off.”

He knew it. “I’m not telling you,” he says, a little displeased with how childish he sounds.

“Fine,” Stiles says, sniffing. “I’ll figure it out, you know I will.”

He will, John knows. Goddamn, he loves his kid, even if his life goal seems to be depriving John from any and all delicious food. “And speaking of, I met someone the other day,” he starts, and Stiles gasps theatrically, his hand coming up to cover his mouth.

“Is this you crapping all over my dream of having Melissa as my stepmom?”

John sighs at the reminder. Melissa is…well, she seems happy with that Argent guy. Whatever. He’s not bitter.

“Not for me, Jesus,” he says, shaking his head. “For you.”

“Oh my god,” Stiles says, slumping back in the booth. “Eye roll” is too mild, John thinks. It’s more of a whole head roll. “Seriously, Dad, I’m only 25. You don’t have to marry me off quite yet. You’ll get your grandchildren someday, I promise. Stop trying to set me up with people.”

“I’m just trying to be helpful!” John protests. “He seems nice.”

And makes really good treats, he adds in his head. That’ll be a good trait for a son-in-law.

“And who exactly is he?”

John pauses. “I met him at the aforementioned undisclosed location.” 

Stiles snorts. “Find out if he actually likes dudes, then get back to me.”

“Okay,” he says seriously, and Stiles grimaces.

“No, Dad, don’t actually—”

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Here comes a gift for @athousandblueshells​ !! (☞゚∀゚)☞ For the @iwaoiexchange​ 

Since you didn’t get a gift I jumped in to make you one! I decided to follow the matchmaker au prompt! My idea was kinda that Makki wanted to take Mattsun out on ~the perfect date~ to confess his feelings and asked iwaoi for help! So they’re not rly secret matchmakers but they fall in love with each other in the progress!! I hope think it’s ok! c:

Batman is gay

I just realized even when Batman first came out people thought he was gay. I mean, he and Joker did have some pretty spicy moments. The creators were so desperate to make him straight that they attempted to make him a love interest. Batwoman. She was disliked and in later comics was a lesbian. So now I’m just imagining Batwoman coming back to Bruce because she needs to save her girlfriend or something and Robin and all the sidekicks freak out because she’s been out of the business forever. Imagining her being batmom is adorable. To top it off, Joker sees them, and gets super jealous. Then Batwoman proceeds to be like, “Me? I’m super gay. Even if I wasn’t- Batman? Really?! Nah, he’s all yours. He obsesses over you and dedicates almost every moment to you.” Then she winks to a facepalming Batman. Then wingwomen Harley show up and is all like, “FINALLY! Someone else gets it!” Because in original and some more recent comics, Harley is gay with Poison Ivy and is Joker’s gay best friend and sidekick.

So to sum it up: I want Batwoman and Harley to be gay best friends/wingwomen to Batman and Joker.

anonymous asked:

do you think andrew and neil tell each other "i love you"? nora said no but ,,

i disagree with a lot of things nora said and this is one of them. 

  • it’s not easy because those are big words and both neil and andrew have troubles with expressing emotions, 
  • usually they prefer to show their feelings by simple gestures: an extra blanket during movie nights, a glass of water on the nightstand when andrew drank a little too much in columbia the previous night, always lightning two cigarettes instead of one, leaving fresh clothes and a towel (the fluffy one because andrew would never say it, but neil knows it’s his favorite) in the bathroom when andrew had a rough night and doesn’t want to be touched right now, etc.
  • the first time neil tried to say those words, it was when he got knocked on the court and it was bad enough he needed to go to the hospital
  • and while the anesthesia was working miracles, neil looked at andrew and started to say “i lov-”
  • but andrew looked at him with those angry eyes that immediately shut neil up, “don’t bullshit me like you’re going to die” because fuck is neil dramatic
  • “but you know that i do, right?”
  • “just how hard you got hit in your head?”
  • when the words are finally out, it’s andrew who says it first
  • it’s an accident, of course, because andrew understood long ago that when you trust someone this much and they’re always somewhere around even if only in the back of your mind, it’s easier to speak your thoughts out loud without even realizing it
  • and of fucking course it’s because of a damn cat because lately everything happened because of a damn cat ( “andrew, he’s not damned, he’s your child” “shut the fuck up nicky” )
  • it’s a normal movie night while they’re watching one of the movies from a list that nicky and matt made for neil since in their opinion his knowledge of the pop culture was terrible (neil still remembered how scandalized nicky was when neil didn’t know what you should do “if you like it” put a damn ring on it, neil)
  • they’re not cuddling because it’s hot and they rarely do it anyway unless they’re too tired after practice to even care but they’re sitting close enough that their shoulders are touching
  • but then the cat, this damn cat, jumps on the couch next to neil. it’s fine, it’s normal. king lives up to his name and thinks he owns the place, so it’s good
  • few minutes later andrew feels a pressure and from the corner of his eye he sees that neil scoots closer to him. andrew doesn’t mind, neil respects his boundaries enough to know what andrew is or isn’t comfortable with
  • he doesn’t mind until neil is draped over his lap with a dramatic sigh and okay, he knew he signed up for a drama queen (surprisingly enough kevin isn’t the only one and andrew doesn’t fucking know how can they fit on one throne together but this is his fucking reality) but this is pushing it
  • andrew: what. the. fuck.
  • neil: oh, were you here the whole time? didn’t notice, you’re so sma-
  • andrew: tch, tch. think about what you’re doing right now
  • neil smiles but doesn’t explain. when andrew looks at the couch next to him, king is laying on the better half of it, stretching his back and why is andrew even surprised? of course neil would rather lie on top of andrew than push the damn cat off the couch 
  • “you’re fucking lucky i love you” is all andrew says, it sounds angry and impatient, but it’s enough to make both of them freeze. when neil wants to look up, andrew wraps one arm around him and pushes him down to his chest. “don’t”
  • “but you know that i do too, right?” “watch your damn movie”
  • neil says it two days after, again because of the damn cat (but by now andrew thinks that maybe king really isn’t damned after all). andrew’s sitting on the same couch one morning, he’s sideways so he’s facing king who stares back at him. andrew is talking so he doesn’t hear when neil comes to the living room and stands behind andrew. 
  • “devil incarnate, what you staring at? get away from my leg, god you’re so fucking stupid, what is that? are you purring at me? you know what i’m gonna do-” andrew says all of this with the most monotone voice while holding a cup of coffee in his hands and a cat snuggling to his leg
  • and neil knows he shouldn’t, because andrew doesn’t respond well to confessions but he just can’t stop the words that come out of his mouth. “shit, i really do love you” and it’s out there and andrew’s back stiffens and he doesn’t turn around but neil feels so good 
  • something hits andrew right this moment, in their apartment, with their cat nuzzling against his knee, holding an ugly cup that neil bought for him last christmas. 
  • those words… they feel… they feel nice.
  • they feel like home
  • so from now on neil might say them more often and andrew isn’t there yet but every time he hears it, he says “i do too” or whenever neil leaves, andrew asks “you know that i do, right?” and neil smiles at him because he knows, he always knew
  • and andrew has the damn cat to thank for all of this
  • but he won’t thank the damn cat because what the fuck and also he’s a little shit
  • let me die now
  • b y e 

*throws some Starcrosser Stuckony AU in your faces*

Tony didn’t mean to match them. He wasn’t supposed to match them. By Eros, the tiny blond one already had a match–a pretty woman with a spine made of steel–and Tony despises paperwork.

But he’d been walking down the streets of Brooklyn when he’d gotten distracted by the sounds of a fight. Tony had never had a particular steady grasp on his curiosity so of course he’d followed the sound.

He hadn’t been happy about finding a couple of guys beating up a boy at least a head smaller than they were–old habit of rooting for the underdog probably. He’d actually contemplated matching the small blonde with the leader of his attackers. A reflexive itch in his fingers to mess with the Fates’ plan, if you will.

Also it would’ve been funny as hell.

But starcrossers weren’t supposed to mess with the love lines, unless it was decreed by the Fates of course, and besides rescue arrived before Tony got the chance to do anything.

The rescue turned out to be a young man in a soldier’s uniform who just so happened to walk straight through Tony–mortals and their lack of Amor, seriously–causing Tony’s entire body to tingle.

Curse the Fates.

Of course this particular mortal just had to be sensitive to Tony’s Amor. Of freaking course. Tony could see the mortal’s love line light up like a shooting star on the night’s sky, and he knew he only had limited time before the love would latch on to something. Anything.

He reacted on instinct, Tony would later maintain, because guiding love was what starcrossers did. So Tony threw himself at the blonde who was only just struggling to his feet, and as the guy’s love line caught on fire Tony crossed the lines, united the sparks like they were meant to be.

Unfortunately they weren’t.

Tony stayed to watch for a while, the gleam in their eyes, the easy affection, and couldn’t bring himself to regret what he’d done. That wouldn’t stop him from cursing the mortals once Eros appeared on his figurative doorstep to scold him and bury him under paperwork out of spite though. Not by a long shot.


Love lines, once crossed, don’t break. They may dull, fade, fray or wither. But they don’t break. Not through betrayal, not through hatred or death. Love lines don’t break. Period.

Except this one did. Eros probably had a heart attack when it happened. Too bad Tony hadn’t been around to see it. He’d felt it though. They all had.

It was frankly disturbing.

Naturally it was all Tony’s fault.

Because he had matched two mortals that weren’t meant to be. Like that didn’t happen all the time. Just the other week Rhodey had accidentally matched a child with an octopus. An octopus. And what about, oh, I don’t know, the Trojan war Pepper had started when she’d matched Helena with Paris because she’d wanted to spice things up a bit?

But nooo, the kid was delighted to have an eight-armed playmate and the Trojan war was centuries ago, you really need to get over it and move on, Tones. But clearly Tony was the only one who messed up by matching two human friends.

And of course it fell to him to investigate the mess, considering he’d caused it in the first place. Yeah. They sure had tied that up in a neat, little bow. 

So. Off to some stupid military base it is.


Tony was not gaping at a mortal. He was not. (Thank the Fates nobody was around to contradict him.)

The file in his hand confirmed that this was indeed mortal Rogers, Steve and his love line sure was messed up enough to fit the profile but Eros be damned. This was not the tiny blonde Tony remembered.

This was–damn.

On a slightly more professional note, the broken love line was healing. Which it wasn’t supposed to do either, but whatever. Tony wasn’t really in the mood to do much more than admire the mortal (and maybe envy the friend he’d gifted this one to. Lucky guy.) 

Still, he did have a job to do here. So after a–long–moment he spent staring, Tony finally focused on Rogers, Steve’s love lines for real and oh. Now that was interesting.

The love line that had previously bound him to Barnes, James hadn’t healed itself so much as erased itself. Whatever Rogers, Steve had done–Tony didn’t know much about mortals, but he’d been around long enough to recognise the limits of their physiology thank you–it had stripped him off all his previous love lines without, apparently, leaving any damage.

Though Tony was hesitant to bet on that last part. No mortal could have messed with his Amor on such a level without causing some kind of harm.

With narrowed eyes Tony took a hold of the rapidly dissolving love line that was oh so familiar to him and pulled. The resulting backlash would’ve blasted him through the nearest wall, if not for the fact that he wasn’t strictly speaking corporal.

Alright then. Clearly Barnes, James’ end of the line was doing just fine. If anything the line on his side was stronger than any Tony had ever come across in a mortal.

Tony frowned. This wouldn’t do. He’d done many an unwise match in his youth but never had he ever left a match uncompleted. It meant to inflict the worst torture known to Eros, that of true, irrevocable, forever unrequited love onto a mortal. If the love line had been broken on both sides, perhaps Tony could have left things as they were, but this?

No. He would not shoulder the responsibility of this tragedy waiting to happen. He refused to allow it.

Somehow–mostly by watching Rogers, Steve walk and drink and eat and talk and laugh and walk–Tony managed to occupy himself until Rogers, Steve was finally alone in a small shower trail. 

Not one to waste any time Tony took full hold of the Barnes, James’ love line that still stubbornly clung to Rogers, Steve, gripped Rogers, Steve’s Amor with the other hand and got to work. By which he meant kissing Rogers, Steve on the lips.

Hey, Tony didn’t make the rules.

(Fine, the cheek would’ve been enough but you didn’t walk up to a guy looking like Rogers, Steve and not kissed him on the lips when you had the chance, Tony will insistently tell you.)

And Eros be damned but Rogers, Steve was a great kisser. 

It took a second or two for Tony’s dazed mind to process that thought and rear back in shock.

To come face to face to an equally dazed Rogers, Steve blinking at him in confusion.

“What–Where–Who are you?

Curse the Fates

Staring open-mouthed at Rogers, Steve, who was looking at him like he could see him, both his hands still buried elbow-deep in the (naked, wet) man’s Amor, Tony for once in his life couldn’t think of anything to say.

Forget the octopus. Rhodey is never gonna let me live this down.

Fic Claim: Dating for Dads in Denial

Fic Claim for HD Career Fair
Title: Dating for Dads in Denial
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 25k
Warnings/Content: Single Parenting, Parenting, Kids, Seriously so many kids, Getting Together, Friends to Lovers, Flirting, Banter, Magical Theory, Humour, Romance, Matchmaking, Magical Matchmaking, Dating Service, Harry & Ginny are divorced and friends
Summary: In which one wizard designs and another reluctantly patronises a magical matchmaking service, amidst the chaos of children and parenting.
Author’s Notes: This is a fic claim for my anonymous contribution to the HD Career Fair fest. (So many amazing stories from this fest, go check them out!) Huge thanks to @tdcatsblog for betaing and @charlotte-bird for helping with Britishness.

Judging from some of the comments, this fic may make some of you not want children. XD I really wanted to write a kidfic that realistically depicted parenting and the individual personalities of each of the kids. And parenting is fucking exhausting. And hilarious. And lovely. So, I hope all of those coexisting and conflicting emotions came out here. <3


Timothée: One day we started rehearsing at the villa, the house where we were shooting in, and Luca said, “Let’s go rehearse in the backyard.” So Armie and I were like, “All right, this is kinda weird.” We brought the script diligently and walked in, and it was just me, Armie and Luca. I was like, “This is kinda weird.”


How much do you want to bet that Lena’s secretaries are talking behind Lena’s back about Kara and Lena’s relationship and once they find out they’re actually dating these two are gonna play good cop/bad cop with Kara.. 

or that they find out they’re actually not dating and then organize a candle light dinner (without Lena knowing about it) after she let them know that Kara is going to stop by that evening.. 

whatthehellbells  asked:

Hello darlings, do you have any recs of Stiles trying to help Derek to date? Or trying to teach him how to do that, and obviously faling in love with him in the process? I <3 you guys and all the effort you put on this blog!

Here’s Stiles matchmaking with endgame Sterek.  - Anastasia

Originally posted by lostinnarration

(get it….match!)

Matchmakers Need Love Too by april_zephyr (April_Zephyr)

(1/1 I 1,743 I Teen)

It was an incredibly boring day, Stiles headed to campus early because he wanted to catch up on his reading materials and he currently lacked the book he needed so his only option was to go to the library. He occasionally hated himself for being so selfless because he agreed to meet his crazy boss’s niece five hours earlier than the time he originally planned.
“You must be Stiles.” A very beautiful brunette smiled, practically purring as she took a seat beside him.

“The one and only. What gave me away?” Stiles laughed, closing the book shut. He was running on borrowed time and he was sure the librarian would be pissed off if he kept it longer than he promised.

“Peter has a way of describing people so I guess it was pretty easy to find you.” She grinned, “My name is Laura. So do you know why my uncle asked you to meet me?”

“Nope, but I guess this is what you’re going to explain to me now.”

“I like you. But I’m here for business right now, so my uncle tells me that you have a way of finding people life partners.”

Silver & Red by redhoodedwolf

(1/1 I 8,193 I Teen)

In which there is a heart stealer and a heart stealer, and only one of them is metaphorical.

Matchmaker by lover_of_love19

(8/? I 12,511 I Not Rated)

Derek wanted Stiles help set him up with Stiles’ brother, but the more he hangs out with Stiles, the less he remembers his original objective.


Where Stiles agrees to set Derek up with his twin brother even though Stiles totally wants into Derek’s pants.

See Derek Date by mikkimouse

(5/5 I 20,699 I Explicit)

When Derek sees his ex-boyfriend, Jordan, for the first time in ten years, he tells a little white lie about his love life (or lack thereof). Of course, that all blows up in his face when his sister Cora finds out and demands that Derek bring his (imaginary) boyfriend to her wedding.

Now he’s got one month to change that “imaginary” boyfriend into an actual one.

A Neutrino Walks Through a Bar by Moku

(1/1 I 45,261 I Teen)

Stiles had become the most popular matchmaker of Beacon Hills in less than a year.

And he really didn’t know how that had happened.