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[theofficialstereklibrary]

I'm feeling really nostalgic right now while watching High School Musical. Are there any AUs where Sterek is putting on a musical or something High School Musical-esque? That would honestly make my day.

I couldn’t find any HSM aus but i found these musical like fics

if you want to sing out by drunktuesdays (1/1 | 1,546 | R)

prompt from itendswithz: imagine if in season 4 Derek gets cursed to hear people sing instead of talk to him. Combination of the Scrubs and BtVS musical episodes. Just imagine the cast singing and dancing and Derek just standing in the middle of it all.

Beacon Hills The Musical by literaryoblivion (1/1 | 1,002 | G)

A witch curses the town of Beacon Hills, so that every significant or important conversation has to be told through song, which means Stiles and Derek have a musical heart to heart.

The Little Mer-Wolf by milkyway (1/1 | 1,643 | PG13)

It's time for the annual Beacon Hills charity pantomime, and Derek is eager to explore his latent musical talents, despite Stiles's protestations... 

[lycanthropuppy]

necklaceoflife replied to your post:“the works cited for this fic is going to be longer than the fic itself”

Your IB is showing.

ikr fuck IB it made me care too much about historical accuracy and citing sources ugh

[kedreeva]

Masterpost of other authors/artists/gifset makers taking prompts!

This one really got away from me quickly, sorry.

Happy Sterek Week!

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            He was earning cramps from holding onto the pick for the last three hours, but he straightened his shoulders, rolled his neck to ease the tension, and then repositioned the guitar on his lap. Long fingers delicately smoothed into place on the instrument's neck and he took a deep breath. "One more time," he told himself, which was what he had told himself the last twenty times he had started the song.

            But he laid pressed his fingers into the strings and plucked the first note.

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              Derek stood leaning against the corner of the house. Even if Stiles suspected that he was there he would have to come all the way downstairs and out the front door to see him. He was going to knock, ring the doorbell, catch Stiles' attention in an appropriate human way because he knew the sheriff was at the station currently. Before he could press the bell, however, the thin notes of a guitar picking at a song that was vaguely familiar had drifted to him on the slight breeze of the clear summer night.

            He'd paused to listen when he realized that it wasn't a radio; it was Stiles, and he was practicing his new hobby.

            At first Derek had thought he should interrupt. On more than one occasion - all the occasions, if Derek were being honest - Stiles had immediately put away the guitar the moment anyone had happened upon him. Derek liked the way his cheeks flushed, but he didn't like the embarrassment that radiated from Stiles in waves that were practically tangible. Stiles didn't fluster easily- not for real.

            As guilty as Derek felt, however, he just closed his eyes and listened to the sweet tune. Once upon a time his father had played guitar, and Derek still remembered sitting in the living room with Laura and singing along to the tunes strummed and plucked from the heart of the weathered old instrument.

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              Cursing, Stiles tore his hands away from the strings and barely refrained from throwing the guitar across the room in frustration. This should be easy. It was fairly repetitive. It was slow. It was supposed to be easy; he even knew the song. His mom had loved this song; he wanted to learn it.

            Taking a deep breath, he attempted to center himself to try, just one more time. One more time and then it was past midnight and he was going to sleep even though he didn't have school because Scott liked to turn up at eight am on the weekend and demand video games or hanging out despite that eight am on a Saturday was not a decent hour to be doing anything but going the fuck back to sleep.

            Irritation fully intact, Stiles resettled the guitar on his lap and positioned his hands like he'd been taught. Slowly he picked out the notes, plucking at them a lot slower than he was meant to, determined to get it right in function if not in pace.

            That was when the quiet sound of someone singing filtered in through his open bedroom window, and it took him only a heartbeat to recognize Derek's voice, softened by the nature of song. Stiles froze, music grating harshly to a stop.

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              Derek sighed. He'd known it would be a mistake, but he had silently scaled the edge of the house to get to Stiles' window when he had messed up the chords again. A part of him had hoped that Stiles would just keep playing, maybe be helped having someone to follow along the song with him.

            "Derek?" Stiles called, but Derek could hear he wasn't getting up.

            Steeling himself, he slipped into view and met Stiles' eyes. For once there was no scramble to hide the instrument; probably because it was obvious Derek had been listening anyway. "I didn't mean to interrupt."

            "What are you doing here?" Stiles asked, without acknowledging the apology in the slightest. "Is something wrong?"

            Derek's stomach swooped, not in a particularly good way. He hated that when he showed up Stiles immediately assumed something was wrong. "No," he said, and when Stiles started to get up to put away the guitar, something within Derek leaped without his permission and he found himself blurting out: "Don't stop."

            Hesitating, Stiles looked back to him. "What?"

            "Don't stop," Derek repeated, more of a request this time. "Please."

            For a moment, Derek thought that Stiles was going to refuse him. He was drawn tight as a bow string, just regarding him silently with his brows furrowed. Something must have shown on Derek's face, because a moment later Stiles settled and pursed his lips. "I'm not any good," Stiles told him.

            Taking a seat on the windowsill, Derek shrugged. He wasn't about to deny it; Stiles wouldn't need to be a werewolf to call bullshit on that lie. But Stiles' prowess or lack thereof with a guitar was not why Derek wanted to listen. "That's okay. I just- It's nice. Watching you learn."

            Stiles snorted, but he put his fingers back to the strings and began to softly play. Derek closed his eyes and waited for the first few chords to pass, humming under his breath until it was time for words. When he sang, it was soft and low and almost sweet. Almost.

            "All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go, I'm standing here outside your door... I hate to wake you up to say goodbye..."

            Stiles played through the entire song, without missing a note.

[lycanthropuppy]

necklaceoflife replied to your post:“well now that the cat’s out of the bag a word about my orientation and...”

You know what, Amy? You're awesome, and you're most definitely not the only one. So rock on with yo bad self! :)

I feel so ridiculous but I'm sitting here crying because of this reply. thank you so much rojo *hugs* you're awesome too!

[lycanthropuppy]

necklaceoflife replied to your post: like you don’t understand I don’t even know what...

There are actually a good few Starbucks in MN, but they’re all in the weird places that are super suburban. I MISS CARIBOU!! I CAN’T WAIT TO GO HOME FOR SPRING BREAK SO I CAN USE MY BIRTHDAY COUPON!

there's always a starbucks in target and I think there's a starbucks in brooklyn center but that's all I can think of that are near me

[lycanthropuppy]

we sang this back when I was a soprano II ahahahahahahaha now I'm an alto II jesus 

but one of my other favorites seriously auuuugghhhh so good

[lycanthropuppy]

necklaceoflife replied to your video: jamie’s got me looking up my old choir songs now...

I thought it was her older brother… Ahh I miss this.

it was her brother regardless. that was one of the only times I ever felt affection for her honestly

[lycanthropuppy]

necklaceoflife replied to your post: I don’t get the 15 minutes late with starbucks...

It’s annoying because in the time it took you to get Starbucks, you could have been on time.

but is it from a show or a book??? like where did this even come from