St. Patrick's Day Celebration!

She’s going to kill Tony for this. “I need you go to some hoity-toity fundraiser dinner for me,” he’d said. “You know how much I hate those things. Get a new dress on me and enjoy the free booze,” he’d said. Things he absolutely did not fucking say? Tonight is really a blind date. With Steve Rogers. Dead. Murdered. Stabbed.

Stiles Stilinski is tired. Tired of being ignored and forgotten once the research is done. After defeating Gerard and freeing Jackson from the Kanima he thought things would improve but somehow it got worse. Derek is focused on building his pack which includes the newly rescued Erica and Boyd, freed after Allison realized her grandfather was nutso, and the freed Jackson who narrowly avoided being shipped overseas by his parents. Scott is focused on his neverending relationship drama with Allison and his new best bud Isaac. Left alone more often than not, Stiles feels everyone is moving on without him so he looks for his own path. When Deaton is unable to help him with his Spark he looks elsewhere and finds others who help him along until he finds himself meditating in his room and is surprised by an Astral form that shows up. Unknowing attracting the attention of the new Sorcerer Supreme, Stiles discovers that he might be able to not only help Dr. Strange, but he just might find out how he can protect both his home and those jerks in what he considers his pack - whether Mr. Hale or Mr. McCall consider him or not.

A meet-cute in the park sparks a new relationship between two single parents. Only problem? Between the two of them, there's 14 kids added to the mix! (Also, this story is just about the first week of the relationship, with later stories showing later/other parts.) Published today in honor of Bucky Barnes' 100th birthday!

Three weeks ago, Mycroft Holmes picked Lestrade up outside New Scotland Yard and made him an offer he'd been unable to refuse, despite his best judgement. Mycroft had sucked his cock, dropped him off at home, and Lestrade hadn't heard a word from him since. Now, the door of the black car swung open as Lestrade drew level with it. He could just see Mycroft's profile, hawkish nose and shallow chin limned by the orange glow of the streetlight.