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crack_van2013-07-02 09:57 pm
agirlnamedfia.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2013-07-02 09:57 pm
can't be hateful, gotta be grateful - HalfFizzbin (PG-13)
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crack_van and welcome to this month's trip through Teen Wolfdom! My name is Fia and I will be your dealer driver in July, happy to supply you with a new load of previously unrecced goodies. I specialize in long fics and AUs, so expect to find plenty fics that fit one or (even better) both those characteristics alongside some others too, of course. I'll try to spice things up with some non-Stiles/Derek, too!
Buckle your seatbelts, please keep your hands inside the vehicle at all times and away we go!
Fandom: TEEN WOLF
Pairing: Derek/Stiles
Length: 6260 words
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: AO3
Summary: "Be cool, Dad, we've decided to con Grandma." (Or, the one where the Stilinski men drag Derek to Thanksgiving dinner at Grandma's and she gets theright wrong idea.)
Why this must be read: I thought I'd start us off easy. This is in essence a simple fic, yet for some reason I keep going back to it for rereads, mostly because the characterisation is sublime, for all characters involved.
On top of that it's got a great Stiles-Sheriff bond and an excellent Derek voice, perfectly balanced on that line of having grown into being an Alpha but still being his awkward self. Plus, I'm a sucker for a badass grandparent OC, not to mention one of my favourite tropes: pretend boyfriends!
“So,” his dad says as they’re pulling giant bags of food out of the trunk. “You never told me you were going to marry Aladdin.”
“Dad, come on.” Stiles avoids his eyes by opening his backpack and sifting through it for a heavier sweatshirt. “I was in the second grade. I wanted to marry Twizzlers.”
“Well, I’m just saying. I know you started your whole Lydia Martin thing not too long after that, so I understand if it just never came up, but if you—” He gestures at Stiles meaningfully. “What I’m saying is, we should probably correct Grandma if she’s under the wrong impression, here.”
Stiles swallows, and turns to face his father, leaning back against the bumper with forced nonchalance. “About Derek, yeah, obviously the wrong impression. About the other thing… not so much.”
“Huh.” They shut the trunk. “Well, quit looking so gloomy about it, jeez. I was just asking. I don’t mind.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. I knew you wouldn’t,” Stiles breathes, even though he actually didn’t know that, not for sure. “I mean, I still like girls, too? But, also—”
“Rakishly-handsome street urchins?” his dad says, grinning, and Stiles wonders if there’s a limit to how much humiliation the human body can experience before it just spontaneously combusts.
can't be hateful, gotta be grateful
crack_van and welcome to this month's trip through Teen Wolfdom! My name is Fia and I will be your Buckle your seatbelts, please keep your hands inside the vehicle at all times and away we go!
Fandom: TEEN WOLF
Pairing: Derek/Stiles
Length: 6260 words
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: AO3
Summary: "Be cool, Dad, we've decided to con Grandma." (Or, the one where the Stilinski men drag Derek to Thanksgiving dinner at Grandma's and she gets the
Why this must be read: I thought I'd start us off easy. This is in essence a simple fic, yet for some reason I keep going back to it for rereads, mostly because the characterisation is sublime, for all characters involved.
On top of that it's got a great Stiles-Sheriff bond and an excellent Derek voice, perfectly balanced on that line of having grown into being an Alpha but still being his awkward self. Plus, I'm a sucker for a badass grandparent OC, not to mention one of my favourite tropes: pretend boyfriends!
“So,” his dad says as they’re pulling giant bags of food out of the trunk. “You never told me you were going to marry Aladdin.”
“Dad, come on.” Stiles avoids his eyes by opening his backpack and sifting through it for a heavier sweatshirt. “I was in the second grade. I wanted to marry Twizzlers.”
“Well, I’m just saying. I know you started your whole Lydia Martin thing not too long after that, so I understand if it just never came up, but if you—” He gestures at Stiles meaningfully. “What I’m saying is, we should probably correct Grandma if she’s under the wrong impression, here.”
Stiles swallows, and turns to face his father, leaning back against the bumper with forced nonchalance. “About Derek, yeah, obviously the wrong impression. About the other thing… not so much.”
“Huh.” They shut the trunk. “Well, quit looking so gloomy about it, jeez. I was just asking. I don’t mind.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. I knew you wouldn’t,” Stiles breathes, even though he actually didn’t know that, not for sure. “I mean, I still like girls, too? But, also—”
“Rakishly-handsome street urchins?” his dad says, grinning, and Stiles wonders if there’s a limit to how much humiliation the human body can experience before it just spontaneously combusts.
can't be hateful, gotta be grateful