He looks in the hotel room's full-length mirror and what he sees is...a girl he'd totally hit on if he didn't know any better. He tries winking at his reflection. It looks really flirty, and he sort of wonders if it always does.

Naoto doesn't like the hat her daughter's wearing. Or the boy's uniform. But especially that hat.

Chie and Naoto relax in their tree house. It may or may not be shaped like a UFO.

Kou and Daisuke come to a few realizations in three months’ time.

Because of a dare, Kanji meets a familiar face at a nightclub. Kink Bingo, for the square "rubbing/grinding." September 2010.

Teasing can be frustrating, but it will all be worth it in the end - right?

A lighthearted vignette wherein a young lady, away from home at a professional conference, utilizes the internet to discuss an important issue in interpersonal relationships with the young man she has been cohabiting with for several years. Files are sent, metaphors are abused, and a happy ending is guaranteed.

The thing is, Derek’s really, really hot. Like, insane levels of attraction. What with the leather and the cheekbones and the stubble and the ass — oh god, that ass — Stiles can’t really be blamed, at all for freaking bragging. Now if only his college friends actually believed Derek existed.

“I can’t believe you’d come to me with such a foolish matter!”

Years later, Tony meets Harley Keener at a science and engineering fair.

"Well, you're a werewolf," Stiles says. Kevin has always had a pretty good poker face, but Stiles takes him completely by surprise, enough that there's a tell-tale pause that lasts a beat too long for the, "No I'm not," to be believed.

Stiles gets friendly with a Tentacle Monster.

Emotionally constipated dudes expressing love through making out and deciding to have a kid. In front of the Stanley Cup. #thatsit #thatsthefic

A chirp (and not even a very good one) leads to coming out to his teammates.

The Iron Bull never asked Dorian to stay, but Dorian did.

If he were being honest, it all started that first year, when Stiles called him Miguel and told Derek to put one of Stiles's shirts on. It sat in the back of his brain for two years after that, a quiet whisper he scarcely acknowledged. But they're fucking now, and it's brought it all back out.

Arya Stark is his best friend, and she has never wanted to be treated like a lady. But sometimes Gendry forgets.

Will and Nico are lying next to each other in bed, staring at the ceiling, embarrassed and slightly alarmed by the wild, intense, filthy sex they just had.

There must always be a Stark in Winterfell, or: Sansa goes home.

In the dark, under the bedclothes, Margaery calls Sansa her Queen in the North, her Red Wolf.

Myrcella Hill is her mother's daughter, more or less.

Myrcella knows what is said of her rule behind her back, that she presides over a court of bastards and women. Who better to rule a realm of bastards and women?

Finn is somewhat underprepared. Poe is only trying to help.

"Is this your first time?" Olivier has never slept with a virgin.

Brienne looks like the perfect portrait of a knight, kneeling in supplication before her lady.

The common folk whisper about the Council of Kings and Queens that rules over Westeros. They whisper that they are the Seven reborn.

"If you're hitting on me, queue's to your left," Dave replies, and then he looks. The man has nice arms. Solid shoulders, strong biceps. Baby face still, baby-blue eyes in the white strobe lights and friendly dimples. Someone got him with funny cat-whiskers paint that's just subtle enough to tickle Dave's funny bone, but with a body like that he's got to be at least twenty. "What, no!" The man blushes so hard Dave can see his face darken even through the flashing lighting and dim of the dance floor. He actually honest-to-God flails his hands, what a dork. "I just -- argh, and you totally know that, don't you?" -- Anonymous asked: Dave/Naruto, hooking up at a house party (papabrostrider is to blame for this one)

Snippets in the life of Katsuki Yuuri, 24, as he lives his life with his coach-and-rival-and-fiancé, 5-time world champion, coffee-master, love-of-his-life, Victor Nikiforov.

Yuri cooks piroshki. He knows everything's a mess on the counter-tops, but Otabek is late.

Let it be known that Yuri Plisetsky is killed by his first friend, and possibly, if given more time—and if he could just admit it deep down in his heart that yes, he has a crush on Otabek the size of St. Petersburg—his first boyfriend, during the exhibition gala of Trophee de France. Oh, what’s the murder weapon, you ask? The goddamn hoodie. Or: Otabek dresses sexy for his EX Gala and Yuri loses his shit.

Unemployed librarian Bobby Dismas isn't sure how Leverage found him or what they want with him, but apparently it has something to do with his conspiracy theory website about Roy Chappel (and Kenneth Crane, and Jacques Labert).

Eral grew up near White Foal Pass. It's made things interesting. It takes him weeks of training to realize that not everyone can light fires by glaring at them. :About time, Chosen: Soja says dryly, and Eral scowls into space. :Half Stonesburn can do that. Mira’s Da can do it with wet wood. I didn’t realize it was rare.: ------ (sometimes known as, "10 things Lavan changed about peoples lives after dying"

Tsuna and Xanxus get married. Tsuna and Xanxus get even.

So they've got a little time on their hands to dispose of.

Sometimes it takes a little bit of doing to get Gokudera's attention.

In which Yamamoto and Gokudera attempt to communicate with each other and mostly make a mess of it, but get there eventually.

Give Yamamoto an inch, and he'll try to take a mile. Hibari's not entirely sure he approves of that.

After things get back to normal, Hibari has some explaining to do.

Sometimes Hibari's pride takes precedence over his taste for what is traditional.

Gokudera prefers it when Yamamoto isn't serious.

A predator belongs only to himself.

There comes a point when a person has to say, "Enough." And Tsuna just reached his.

In which Yamamoto has cause to go undercover with Bianchi and discovers something about himself.

Some things, no matter how effective, are not to be used as negotiating tactics.

"Best press conference ever," the Japanese Nationals silver medalist says when asked. “Ten out of ten, would medal again.” "I would die for Katsuki-kun," Minami declares, with terrifying sincerity.

There's more than one reason to approve of Hibari's preference for traditional clothes.

Stiles goes to a Halloween party on campus to blow off some steam after a stressful week of midterms. He doesn't expect the party to be crashed by both a supernatural predator and Derek Hale.

Harmon knows how this goes. He's from Nevarra, and he's read books. Plural. If you want to fight a dragon you need to find a Kindly Mentor who can teach you all their Secret Strategies. So all he needs to do is find this old Tal-Vashoth dragonslayer his cousin keeps going on about, get him to teach Harmon about dragons, convince everyone else to go along with his dragon-hunting plans, fight a dragon, and win. Easy, right? Starring one cheerful qunari grandpa, one grumpy necromancer grandpa, and a bunch of Nevarran mercenaries who are about to have a very educational experience.

“Over your desk?” Kiba says, lazily amused. “Shikamaru's gonna kill you.”

“Mom! Dad! Father! Someone’s at the door!” “Oh gods,” Sakura mutters, head halfway buried under the pillow. “How did she get your lungs, Naruto?” There's a sound of tired agreement from her left, though Sasuke doesn’t even attempt to pick his face up out of the mattress. “You're the medic-nin,” Naruto says, amused, and pushes up on one elbow to squint blearily at the bedroom door. “Want to draw straws?” “You're already up,” Sasuke probably says, though even Naruto's ears have a hard time catching it. “And before eight they're your kids.”