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(words: 36,695; isaac/scott)
“Hellmouth. This isn’t Buffy.”
“Isn't it? A transcontinental bonding session with the supernatural creatures of America. Sort of like Buffy, only on wheels and no one is dying. Werewolves, road trips, and unresolved sexual tension, oh my.”
(words: 1,104; derek/stiles)
After Derek bottoms for the first time, he goes to find Stiles at Cross Country practice for cuddles.
(words: 15,948; derek/stiles)
Stiles was the first one. He doesn’t know how it started, what’s wrong with the house to make it like this, but he knows that he’s the first of them. The next one was Boyd, then Lydia, then Erica, and lastly, Isaac. It seems a habit, anyone who ever moves into the house leaves someone behind. But no one’s lived in the house for the last ten years.
Until Derek Hale.
(words: 17,978; derek/stiles)
“See, I was thinking he might make an interesting challenge,” Kate says lazily. “And he’s surprisingly attractive, don’t you think? Such long fingers. And that mouth.”
(words: 2,373; derek/stiles)
Stiles confesses his affection to Derek via One Direction. Derek flips out.
(words: 2,469; scott/isaac)
Isaac brings home a puppy to his and Scott's apartment, the apartment is now occupied by three puppies.
(words: 28,949; derek/stiles)
Stiles, deep in Peter's debt, is offered up to Peter's nearly feral nephew in an effort to keep him going over the edge of madness.
(words: 2,957; derek/stiles)
A series of seven connected ficlets, each about the festive period as Derek and Stiles (and various pack members) travel through life.
(words: 6,797; isaac/scott)
Isaac is a loner, down-on-his-luck barista. Then Scott bustles in, with his puppy dog eyes and penchant for mochas, and he and Isaac become buddies. As these things go, Isaac wants more.
(words: 3,525; derek/stiles)
There's a pattern Sheriff Stilinski just can't ignore.
(words: 4,896; scott/isaac)
Isaac wants a road trip and Scott just wants to sing out the window at every passerby they encounter (they go on a road trip with one of Isaac's favorite CDs)
(words: 6,818; derek/stiles)
"Stiles. For the last time, we’re in witness protection, not part of some FBI undercover operation. There’s no code names involved. Capiche?"
In which Derek and Stiles pretend to be married for the sake of everyone’s wolvelihood.
(words: 838; derek/stiles)
“Whatcha doing peanut?” Stiles asked Remy as she popped up from behind the couch, a huge grin on her face. “Daddy made us a pillow fort!” Remy beamed, scrambling over the arm of the couch and standing up on the cushions.
(words: 10,138; derek/stiles)
Derek swallows carefully, opens his mouth and actually finds some words. “I have cancer.”
Stiles hits the floor so hard his knees crack on the cold tile. He shakes his head. “You what?”
“I cured cancer,” Derek clarifies.
(words: 3,731; derek/stiles)
“Top or bottom?” Stiles asks, off to Derek's right.
“Bottom,” Derek says automatically, not really looking at him. “Wait, what?”