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crack_van2013-07-29 01:10 pm
you're the message i was heeding - magneticwave (PG-13)
Fandom: TEEN WOLF
Pairing: Stiles/Derek
Length: 12057 words
Author on LJ:
magneticwave
Author Website: AO3
Summary: Stiles Hale: Schrödinger’s widow.
Why this must be read: Genderswapped, always-a-girl!Stiles and alternate reality jumping are two tropes that are reasonably common on this fandom, and for good reason because they're both awesome. This story not only combines the two (which is a stroke of genius) but it's also written from the POV of genderswapped, reality-jumped Stiles (which makes it a genius masterpiece).
On top of that, the story has some twists and turns that are simultaneously amazing and heartbreaking. I love love love this story with all my heart, not because of the plot or the way Stiles is still perfectly in character, but because it feels so realistic. (In as much as dimension hopping, genderswapped stories about werewolves can, I mean.) It's not really a sad story, but it's so honest in terms of dealing with grief and the shittiness that everyday life can be like: it sucks and it's painful and there's absolutely nothing you can do about it.
I think it should be read for that reason alone, because often stories are too neat and have a happy ending and everything is great and everyone is happy. I usually don't mind that, reading stories is a way to escape from the shittiness of life. But it doesn't hurt to be reminded, every now and then.
The first person to come across Stiles is actually Scott McCall. He’d been in Stiles’ AP class last year and he’d sent her an email over the summer to tell her that he’d gotten a perfectly respectable 4 on the AP exam, which apparently had surprised him but hadn’t shocked Stiles at all.
“Scott,” says Stiles, struggling to her feet and trying not to look pathetic—although to judge by the slightly constipated look on Scott’s face, she’s not really succeeding—with a hand on her belly. “I would ask what you’re doing in the preserve, but since it’s going to save my butt, I won’t split hairs.” Stiles knows that Scott is allergic to everything around them, namely trees and grass, but she’d been a bit of a dumb teenager, so she gets the urge to surround yourself with dangerous objects.
“I’m…sorry?” says Scott hesitantly. The constipated expression gets worse.
“I’m not going to tell on you to your mom, Scott,” Stiles assures him. She makes it upright and mostly vertical and then groans because all of the muscles in her lower back have simultaneously decided to go on strike. She hisses through her teeth and presses a fist against the knotted muscle. “I don’t know what happened, but my car sort of stopped in the middle of the road and now it won’t start.”
Scott nods, twice, his eyes stuck on Stiles’ face. “Won’t start,” he says wheezily.
“Are you okay?” Stiles asks. “You aren’t having an attack, are you?” Scott is wearing tight jeans and a tighter t-shirt and there’s no way he’s smuggling an inhaler anywhere in that outfit; he looks kind of like the cover of Out, down to the fact that he’s not wearing shoes. “Scott,” says Stiles slowly, aware that he’s yet to do much more than breathe heavily in her direction, “is everything all right?”
“I’m sorry, who are you?” Scott demands, which is when Isaac Lahey—same grade, but Stiles had him for first period honors chem—bursts out of the tree line behind him. He’s also shoeless, because apparently that’s now the happening thing for Beacon Hills’ teenage population, but Isaac isn’t wearing a shirt either.
you're the message i was heeding
Pairing: Stiles/Derek
Length: 12057 words
Author on LJ:
Author Website: AO3
Summary: Stiles Hale: Schrödinger’s widow.
Why this must be read: Genderswapped, always-a-girl!Stiles and alternate reality jumping are two tropes that are reasonably common on this fandom, and for good reason because they're both awesome. This story not only combines the two (which is a stroke of genius) but it's also written from the POV of genderswapped, reality-jumped Stiles (which makes it a genius masterpiece).
On top of that, the story has some twists and turns that are simultaneously amazing and heartbreaking. I love love love this story with all my heart, not because of the plot or the way Stiles is still perfectly in character, but because it feels so realistic. (In as much as dimension hopping, genderswapped stories about werewolves can, I mean.) It's not really a sad story, but it's so honest in terms of dealing with grief and the shittiness that everyday life can be like: it sucks and it's painful and there's absolutely nothing you can do about it.
I think it should be read for that reason alone, because often stories are too neat and have a happy ending and everything is great and everyone is happy. I usually don't mind that, reading stories is a way to escape from the shittiness of life. But it doesn't hurt to be reminded, every now and then.
The first person to come across Stiles is actually Scott McCall. He’d been in Stiles’ AP class last year and he’d sent her an email over the summer to tell her that he’d gotten a perfectly respectable 4 on the AP exam, which apparently had surprised him but hadn’t shocked Stiles at all.
“Scott,” says Stiles, struggling to her feet and trying not to look pathetic—although to judge by the slightly constipated look on Scott’s face, she’s not really succeeding—with a hand on her belly. “I would ask what you’re doing in the preserve, but since it’s going to save my butt, I won’t split hairs.” Stiles knows that Scott is allergic to everything around them, namely trees and grass, but she’d been a bit of a dumb teenager, so she gets the urge to surround yourself with dangerous objects.
“I’m…sorry?” says Scott hesitantly. The constipated expression gets worse.
“I’m not going to tell on you to your mom, Scott,” Stiles assures him. She makes it upright and mostly vertical and then groans because all of the muscles in her lower back have simultaneously decided to go on strike. She hisses through her teeth and presses a fist against the knotted muscle. “I don’t know what happened, but my car sort of stopped in the middle of the road and now it won’t start.”
Scott nods, twice, his eyes stuck on Stiles’ face. “Won’t start,” he says wheezily.
“Are you okay?” Stiles asks. “You aren’t having an attack, are you?” Scott is wearing tight jeans and a tighter t-shirt and there’s no way he’s smuggling an inhaler anywhere in that outfit; he looks kind of like the cover of Out, down to the fact that he’s not wearing shoes. “Scott,” says Stiles slowly, aware that he’s yet to do much more than breathe heavily in her direction, “is everything all right?”
“I’m sorry, who are you?” Scott demands, which is when Isaac Lahey—same grade, but Stiles had him for first period honors chem—bursts out of the tree line behind him. He’s also shoeless, because apparently that’s now the happening thing for Beacon Hills’ teenage population, but Isaac isn’t wearing a shirt either.
you're the message i was heeding

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At the moment I loved almost all your recs. :D
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Btw, I also put in a request to drive the TW van. Maybe I will also rec some favorites of yours. ;)
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It's funny, though, because I used to be so much more diverse in the pairings I read? I'm driving the van for Bandom next month so I've been going through my bookmarks and honest to God, there's probably two dozen different pairings in there, whereas my Teen Wolf bookmarks (and a lot of my other recent fandoms like Suits and Avengers and Generation Kill) are 90% OTP. Weird how people's preferences change...
And I hope so! There's at least another dozen fics I had to forego reccing this month even though it almost physically hurt, so there's plenty more stuff that I love. :D
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I also really need to find other pairing fics for my other drive which is for the Sailor Moon fandom and there I also have almost only OTP recs. :s
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Like you said. This is the good thing on the drive change. :)