Duo's first month as an EMT.

Rodney had been trained for his position from near infancy. He had excelled in his studies and been selected for the apprenticeship over candidates twice his age. Now, years later, Rodney held the second most powerful position in the village. There was no one else who could do what he did. That didn’t make it any less meaningless.

June as Catwoman.) He steps out of the gloom after she's glared at him for a ten-count. "Catwoman," he says.

Conversations with Parker rarely end where they begin.

Megan had been calling them zombies from the get-go; after the third one, while Adam was busy puking his guts all over the sidewalk, she went around to all of them and hissed, "Listen, they're zombies, do you get it?"

Adam pushed himself up and loomed up over Kris, his eyes heavy-lidded in glitter and shadow, predatory and smiling. Written for queenbitchfest, inspired by "Ziggy Stardust".

Wherein there is magic, daring rescues, accidental kissing, not-so-accidental kissing, Clive Davis is evil, and everyone lives happily ever after.

The main thing he'd been thinking, that whole last week, was that when it was over, he'd finally be able to breathe again. He didn't know what else could've been making him feel so weird, the awful tightness in his chest every time he was in the same room with Cook, the way his stomach just kept clenching up and jumping.

GOOD WORK, YOUNG HAWK, the oak tree outside his building booms once the season’s over, and Patrick smiles sleepily in its direction. He's never been sure how the trees of Chicago know about hockey—trees hear a lot, but it's not like he's ever stopped in a public park to ask one about it.

Seven glimpses of Bikky's life after Like, Like, Love.

He draws, sharp snapping movements, points the muzzle right between Junpei’s eyes. “Doesn’t that get your heart rate up?”

Mitsuru/Drace. gangster AU. explicit. ~1700 words. “Winner gets to break, correct?” Mitsuru says, stepping back from the table and taking down a cue from the wall. “After you, then.”

Why Chris loves the pet shop.

So a Sumeragi walks into a BDSM club and says, "Ouch".

"He's a collector," Neal said. // "Just don't get into trouble while we're gone," Nate said.

“Chuck,” Becky said, slowly and carefully and very, very seriously. “I think someone is trying to communicate with us through the fanfic.”