ass*u*me (Kira/Scott. Rated G. 555 words)

Scott is just trying to study, but some miscommunications happen. It will be fine, probably.

Softie (Kira/Scott. Rated G. 626 words.)

Coffeeshop AU. Braeden pretends not to be rooting for Scott and Kira to get together. 

The Invisible Girl and Nice Hands Boy (Allison/Stiles. Rated G. 1438 words)

A witch puts a spell on Allison so that people don’t notice her. She survives, mostly.

Anticipation’s on the Other Line (Allison/Lydia. Rated G. 1393 words)

Allison is abroad in France. Lydia misses her desperately, and skype sessions aren’t enough.

every day for 900 years (Allison/Kira. Rated G. 4680 words)

Allison asks Kira to be her fake girlfriend because some family “friends” are coming into town.

i’m thinkin’ arby’s (Derek/Kira/Scott. Rated G. 1110 words)

Kira and Scott accidentaly dent a car. Kira tries to figure out how to pay for it, but Scott isn’t too worried.

Who’s Flustered? (Kira/Scott. Rated G. 1066 words)

Scott finds a box of Kira’s old pageantry awards while they pack for college.

broken promises (Kira/Scott. Rated T. 1528 words)

Zombie apocalypse AU. Major death warning.

who needs an occasion to hold hands with you? (Allison/Lydia. Rated G. 722 words)

Lydia helps Allison get dressed for a costume party.

special features (Scott/Stiles. Rated G. 700 words)

Scott and Stiles have a pretty dramatic prank war that goes wrong. Because of course it does.

there, in her tower, she came face to face with fear (Kira-centric, Kira&Lydia, Kira/Scott. Rated G. 1706 words)

Missing scenes between Allison’s death and the end of the season. They all cope differently. 

Looking for Sunlight (Allison/Malia. Rated T. 4752 words)

Round Robin fic! Allison & Malia are in a band; on their tour, they fall in love.

take one (Scott-centric. Rated G. 100 words)

Scott’s yule log didn’t come out quite right...

light up the night (Kira/Scott. Rated G. 527 words)

Kira has a bad day. Scott makes it better.

Twilight:

oh, if I go (Angela/Bella. Rated G. 497 words)

Edward never came back, but Bella seems to be doing okay, with Angela by her side.

can you even imagine what this feels like to me (Bella/Leah. Rated T. 943 words)

Leah is supposed to be shifted in the woods, but instead, she’s standing on Bella Swan’s porch. Naked.

what a stupid lion. (Bella/Edythe. Rated G. 726 words)

Bella confronts Edythe at the hospital, and Edythe reacts...well, basically, she’s a gay disaster.

we shouldn’t be friends. (Bella/Edythe. Rated G. 806 words)

Sequel to what a stupid lion. Bella tries to find out what Edythe meant at the hospital.

where else could we go? (Bella/Edythe. Rated G. 992 words)

Sequel to we shouldn’t be friends. Edythe gives Bella her number...Alice likes what she sees of the future.

Power Rangers (2017):

little sour apple (Kimberly-centric; no ship. Rated G. 1006 words.)

Kimberly has been having nightmares of a horrific man. She relies on her friends to get through.

orange glow (Kimberly & Trini. Rated G. 227 words.)

Trini has a panic attack because of a storm. Luckily Kim is there to help. 

Pacific Rim: 

Monopoly Jail (Mako/Raleigh. Rated G. 371 words.)

No Kaiju AU. Raleigh meets Mako’s family for the first time and they play monopoly. 

Spider-Gwen: 

Believe (Glory/Gwen. Rated G. 418 words)

Gwen can’t stop staring at Glory’s tattoo, and it’s becoming a problem.

Scooby-Doo:

Jeepers, Velma! (Daphne/Velma. Rated G. 1083 words)

On a case, Daphne and Velma get caught under mistletoe.

Shadowhunters:

in every world (Isabelle/Maia. Rated T. 2848 words)

Six small AUs, in which Maia and Izzy love each other or are beginning to.

hold me up (Clary/Maia. Rated G. 1227 words)

Clary asks Maia out to go ice skating. She only stresses over it a little.

Crossovers:

two teaspoons of ginger (Teen Wolf & Twilight. Bella/Scott. Rated G. 678 words)

Bella Swanson was probably a vampire, but Scott, being a werewolf, figured that was probably okay.

love, potentially (Teen Wolf & Twilight. Bella/Scott. Rated G. 1191 words)

Alternate sequels to two teaspoons of ginger. Only one is written at this point but. maybe more soon lol

honorable mention: art!

Art for Free Condoms with Purchase by Dragon_Temeraire

Graphics for Moments So Dear by Guardian_of_Hope

Art for Something for His Something by Clotpolesonly

Art for Otherwise Occupied by ThatAloneOne

Stats!

36 total new works

32 new fics 4 new art posts

8 fandoms Most Written Fandom: Teen Wolf, with 21 works

She wasn’tgoing to complain, of course, because she presently had a restaurant-qualityveggie omelet in front of her at two in the morning and she’d never had toleave the hotel room, but she swore it shouldn’t have been possible to makesomething like this on a hotplate. “Are you sure Velma isn’t teaching youmagic?” Daphne teased as she cut into the egg with one of the forks they’dfound in the kitchenette.

“Nope. I’mperfectly happy leaving hocus pocus to, like, everyone else. If I have to beanywhere near a monster, I want something I know I can use in my hands,” Shaggygrinned over his shoulder, “Like the crossbow. I like the crossbow.”

“I told youyou would.”

“Like, Ishouldn’t have doubted,” Daphne could hear the amusement in Shaggy’s voice ashe slid another omelet onto a plate and settled down across from her at thecramped table, “So, why can’t yousleep?”

“I neversaid I couldn’t sleep. Am I not allowed to be awake at… two in the morning?”Daphne stared resolutely down at her plate as she scooped up more food tooccupy herself with.

“Sure. But,like, that’s usually my thing. Sleeping at weird hours and making food at twoin the morning for me ‘n Scoob.” Shaggy shrugged, tucking into his own meal.

That was,in fact, what Daphne had wandered in on Shaggy doing. One omelet had alreadybeen on a plate on the floor for Scooby while Shaggy was in the process ofmaking a second when Daphne had come in from the other room in socks and anightshirt and sat down quietly at the tiny hotel table to watch. Shaggy hadput the plate down in front of her without even asking, dropping a handful ofketchup packets beside it before he started up the third omelet. Daphnesupposed a few years of working as both a short order cook and a server madefeeding people second nature, even if they were all in a different sort ofbusiness now.

“Why can’t you sleep?” Daphne asked finally.

“Hm?”Shaggy hummed around a mouthful egg, swallowing before he tried to speak, “Like,that’s what I asked you.”

“Well theway you said it made it sound like you can’t sleep, either.”

Shaggysighed, somewhere between exasperated and fond, or maybe just tired, andshrugged. “Why do I ever have trouble sleeping? I’m an anxious guy, sometimes Ijust don’t sleep. Not like I don’t like sleeping. Sleep is great,” Shaggydropped his head into his hand and shoveled in another mouthful of omelet, “Butit doesn’t always happen.”

Daphnenodded. Sleep didn’t always happen. It was more of a problem for some of them,but it wasn’t like they didn’t all have nightmares. She’d like to dare someoneto stare down a demonic clown bent on murdering anybody who entered the damnedbig top and be able sleep soundly afterwards. Still, her reasons for beingawake had less to do with clowns and more to do with feelings, which wereconsiderably harder to banish- and the clown hadn’t gone down without a fight.Daphne sighed.

“Okay, nowyou tell me why you’re awake. You’re sitting over there sighing like you don’thave the world’s best omelet in front of you.” Shaggy waved his fork at her.

“Okay, Mr.Modesty,” Daphne grinned, “It just so happens that I feel… restless. I guess.Can’t stop thinking.”

“Aboutwhat?”

“Oh, youknow…” Daphne hedged, “Things?”

“Right… Don’tyou usually talk about things withVelma?” Shaggy questioned as he scraped up the last of his omelet.

“Usually.”Daphne sighed again.

“Unless… they’rethings about Velma and you can’t talkto Velma because you haven’t talkedto Velma yet.” Shaggy continued.

Daphneleveled Shaggy with an unimpressed look and he waved his hands lazily at her.  “Like, you know what I mean. But you reallyshould talk to Velma.”

“I can’t. It’ll make things all… awkward.”Daphne huffed, going back to stabbing at her own omelet indecisively.

“Or, it’llmake things all awesome.” Shaggy offered.

“I doubtit.”

The two satin silence for a few minutes. Shaggy picked idly at the dampened bits of hischeap paper plate and Scooby, as if sensing unfinished food, came and laid hislarge head in Daphne’s lap. Daphne gave the Great Dane a scratch behind theears before obligingly sliding her plate onto the floor; Shaggy always mademore food than she could comfortably eat so late at night anyway, but Scoobywas more than pleased to give her a hand. While the dog contentedly slurped upthe last of the egg, Shaggy balled up his plate and tossed it towards thenearby trashcan. “Well, if you can’t talk to Velma, maybe you can talk to me?Like, just to get some stuff off your chest?” He asked finally.

Daphne’smouth pulled to the side in indecision. “I don’t know…”

“Wait, like, I’ve got it!” Shaggy snapped hisfingers, “Wait right here.”

Daphnewatched, bemused, as Shaggy rose from the table and moved into the next room. Throughsome miracle or Fred’s haggling, they’d managed to bag a two room hotel suiteon short notice when they’d rolled into town; one room contained two doublebeds and the door to the bathroom, while the other held the kitchenette and asmall TV and couch. Even given the scan light spilling in from the kitchen area,Daphne couldn’t see what Shaggy was doing in the darkened bedroom, but shecould hear a thud and a muffled curse when he walked into something he probablycouldn’t see, either. A moment later, Shaggy reappeared, rubbing the side ofhis thigh and clutching something in his other hand. “Man, the dresser hassharp corners,” He whined, dropping down into the chair across from Daphne oncemore.

“What areyou…”

BeforeDaphne could finish her sentence, Shaggy slipped a pair of familiar glassesonto his face. He blinked magnified brown eyes at her, pulling head back a bitas the world was thrown out of focus. “Shaggy, what…”

“Like,pretend I’m Velma!” Shaggy grinned.

“I’m notgoing to…”

“Wait,wait, wait,” Shaggy waved his hands at Daphne once more before clearing histhroat and pitching his voice so high it cracked, “Like, jinkies.”

Daphnecouldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up from her chest, clapping a hand overher mouth as she tried not to wake Fred or Velma and Shaggy smiled unabashedlyfrom across the table. “You’re being ridiculous!” She managed to stem hergiggles long enough to tell her friend, only to have them renewed at the sighthe presented.

“Hey, itmight help.” The man shrugged.

“What doyou want me to say?” Daphne snapped without any real irritation, “Velma, Ithink you’re amazing? You’re the smartest person I’ve ever met and probablywill ever meet?”

“That’s,like, a start,” Shaggy nodded, stopping the motion quickly when the world blurredaround him.

Daphnesighed. “This is silly. I can’t just… I don’t know why you think I could justgo up to Velma tell her I love her. Like that.That she’s indispensable and… brilliant and… beautiful and I wish she’d listen when I tell her that last part inparticular.”

“I thinkyou could because you’re, like, one of the bravest people I know. And that’sthe sort of stuff Velma deserves to hear,” Shaggy squinted at Daphne fromacross the table.

“Okay, Ican’t take you seriously while you’re wearing those,” Daphne huffed, droppingher head into her hands and staring at the smooth plastic tabletop instead, “We’vebeen traveling around the country for monthstogether, what if she just thinks… that I’m saying those things because we’vebeen so much time close together, not because I really mean them?”

“I wouldn’tthink that.”

Both Shaggyand Daphne started at the unexpected third voice coming from the bedroomdoorway, Shaggy flinching so hard he fell off his chair and onto the floor.Scooby gave a startled bark and Daphne whirled around in her seat, spottingVelma in the doorway. “Velma! How long have you…”

“SinceShaggy came in, woke me up when he ran into the dresser, and stole my glasses,”Velma glanced from Daphne to Shaggy, who was still lying on the floor.

“Like, fora good cause…” Shaggy offered, pushing himself up onto his elbows while Scoobysat beside his head, wagging.

“Why didn’t you tell me she was standinghere?” Daphne hissed back at him.

“I didn’tknow! I can’t see a damn thing in these,” Shaggy waved his hand in front of hisface.

“Then maybeyou can give them back so I can talk to Daphne?” Velma crossed her arms,looking expectantly in Shaggy’s direction.

“Gladly,”Shaggy grunted as he picked himself up off the floor.

The glasseswere folded and deposited back into Velma’s waiting hand. Velma donned them andlooked blinked in the light as her vision readjusted, then she moved over totake Shaggy’s vacant seat at the table. Daphne did her best not to fiddle withthe hem of her nightshirt, glancing up to briefly meet Velma’s eyes. “What, uh-what did you want to talk about?”

Velmaopened her mouth, then closed it again, clearing her throat and lookingpointedly at Shaggy. The man jumped, shaking his head. “Right, sorry, I’ll…  like, go back to bed,” He pointed back towardsthe bedroom, shuffling awkwardly back into the darkness.

The girlswere silent for a few moments, listening to the sound of blankets rustling, thenthe muffled sound of Fred’s voice, the slightly less muffled sound of Shaggytelling Fred to go back to sleep, and the sound of Fred prodding Shaggy forfurther information because he never knew when to leave well enough alone.Scooby, apparently abandoned, trotted up to Velma and took a seat beside herchair, leaning heavily against it.  Velmasighed. “Maybe we could go for a walk, instead?” She offered, even as shepatted Scooby on the head.

“Uh. Sure!”Daphne nodded quickly, rising from the table so fast the chair shrieked againstthe bare floor, “A walk. While we talk. Nothing… nerve-wracking about going fora walk while we have a chat about how awkward I just made everything…”

“Daphne,you didn’t make anything awkward,” Velma reached out to grab Daphne’s handbefore she could back too far away from the table, “I believe what you said.”

Daphneblinked at Velma in the dim fluorescent light. “You do?”

Velmanodded, glancing away. “I just think maybe there are some things you should getto hear me say now.”

“You do?”Daphne repeated.

Velmanodded again. “Are… they good things?” Daphne asked after a moment, her voicelow.

Velmalaughed, raising her free hand to her face as if she could rub away the blushrising there. “Yes.”

“Oh.”Daphne sounded surprised. Maybe good-surprised, though. “Then… let’s go.”

“Good idea.”