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“Rum & Coconuts” - h.s. Part 6

****** I did some research on some of the songs for this story so I’m actually doing research now for one shots what has my life become. I hope you all know the extensiveness that has started to go into this craziness you’re all welcome damn.

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Harry kept his album from you for quite some time. You instantly asked to listen to it, obviously, and after talking with Anne on the phone once you’d broke the news of your engagement to your families, you were shocked to find that Harry had already played it for her. 

“You played it for your mum?” you cried, “What is so wrong about it that you can’t play it for me? What did I do?” you begged.

Harry just watched you fall apart while sitting in that damn yellow seat, smirking as you fumed at him and paced back and forth. 

“How am I supposed to support you and sing along when I haven’t even heard your music?” you whined. You had gotten into his habit of twirling around your engagement ring whenever you were nervous, and Harry joked that if you kept doing that then you were accidentally going to lose it at some point. 

“I want it to be special,” Harry said, standing from the seat and resting his hands on your shoulders, giving you a sincere smile as he used his index finger to lift your chin. “Don’t pout, angel,” he mimicked your pout. “I promise you’ll love it.”

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Cotton Eye Joe vs Noisy A-hole Neighbors.

(warning: long story)

Background: Growing up, I lived with my parents in a three bedroom condo unit on the second floor. There was only three condos in a unit so we had only one apartment above us and one below us. The unit is apart of a few blocks worth of condominiums and it’s like its own little community. All the neighbors know each other and were always around to offer a helping hand. It was an awesome quiet little nook filled with families in what was otherwise a very busy part of a large city. My parents still live there after 25 years since they bought the place when they first immigrated to America.

My parents are for the most part very friendly people, and had good relations with all our neighbors. Below us lived a nice Eastern European family and above us, a large Asian family who despite the sheer amount of people living there, we never heard a peep from them. They were all on friendly terms, but it was very much a situation of ‘I won’t bother you so don’t bother me.’ My entire childhood, there was never any bad blood between any of the neighbors and for the most part everyone just did their own thing and lent a helping hand once in awhile.

As a side note: my father worked in construction since he was a young kid, and building codes are essentially his bread and butter. Within the Department of Buildings and Fire Department in my state, he cultivated a reputation over the past 30 years as being one of the foremost experts in understanding building codes and spotting potential issues on any job site instantly. This is important to remember.

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a new friend came in the mail!

this furby has had a rough life. the plastic on and around the eyes is all beaten up, the eyelashes are mangled, and the head and tail fur has been mashed so much that it feels like a bunch of wires! the speaker doesn’t work either, and i can feel that the tickle sensor is loose.

i plan on skinning this friend later today for a fur wash, gear lubrication, and to investigate that loose sensor. i don’t want any detached and broken parts making their way into the gears or motor.

I got this power conditioner before I got sick. My brother who has gone recluse promised he’d help me clean up my home theater cable mess and plug everything into it. 5 months later it sat.

So tonight I did some initial plugging myself. I’ll have to undo and redo it later, the goal is to unplug everything, remove anything unused or not important and rerun the power and speaker wires so it’s less spider web chic and more organized. But I did something. And that’s better then nothing.

I moved my sub, bass shaker plate amp, Xbox and a few other things to it initially. It all seems to work. And my home theatre has more lights. Need to see if I can turn that off. Lights bad.

I can’t move the tv stand, way too heavy. But it’s a start. Still have the PS3, tv, TiVo mini, managed switch, Apple TV and like 4 other things to move but a few things is better then none and I am making productive progress which is good right?

What I really need to do is unplug and remove everything, vacuum and dust and replug and bundle and hide wires.

That will have to wait till I can lift and move heavier stuff.

Baby steps. Now we watch something and see if it works. Lol. Way the last weeks gone minus my Ducati it will melt down. But they warrantee it all that’s plugged into the unit so I’d at least get paid. Can’t buy the amp anymore and the sub itself is special and no longer made so I’d have to use the case to make a new sub and put a new alternative plate amp in but that is hopefully not a worry.

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Cleaned all the flat plastics - 5/9/17

Novus 2 and 1 on all the flat plastics. I need to assemble the connected plastics and the decorative mini posts and figure out where I am potentially missing posts. I was able to attach one of the small plastics and it was quite satisfying.

Only plastic parts left to clean are the spinout ramp and the two clear ramps. Then 4 wire ramps and THAT IS IT FOR PARTS.

I reviewed the schematics and determined how I should wire up the replacement speaker wiring with crossover and volume mix control. It took a bit of digging and ultimately comparing schematics from shadow (wpc era matching the tutorial I followed) with the ones from Taxi. The only mystery is which set of outputs goes to the cabinet and which to the backbox. I’m not in any rush to do this because it’ll be fine without it, but it’s good to know the way forward and feel confident about what I’ll be doing when the time comes.

As long as I don’t totally screw something up or find I’m missing a hard to find part, I could be playing by Friday. Yikes! I’m cautiously optimistic.

so I don’t know what to do today/this weekend so I’m thinking of completely redoing the cabling in my room since some of them need to be replaced and it would be nice to have some actual cable management


but on the other hand this would literally take more than 5 hours, if not more than a day, since there is more than 500 meters or cabling in my room, lol.

what do y’all think, is satisfying my need for a nice looking room and all my stuff actually being connected + all working speakers and non visible wiring actually worth all this effort? 

It would also give me a chance to put my sideboard thingy that came with my entertainment center on the wall but I don’t want to put it above the TV since I ordered a giant Zelda picture for there. Would you guys be interested in some pictures when I’m done as well? and after the new picture has arrive? cuz I’m kinda proud of it, haha.

Like a river

“So those little metal circles spin around with a motor, and a beam of light reads them and plays music? That’s awesome.”

“Isn’t it? Muggles are coming up with the neatest things these days. Although,” Hermione huffed just a little as she slung the knapsack of CDs off her shoulder, “this technology is pretty heavy. I don’t even know what Mum put in here, she just seemed to grab handfuls and shove them in. I’m a bit out of the loop on muggle music so I told her anything was fine.”

Ron spread out a blanket and unpacked his knapsack’s contents of food and drinks while she connected the Discman to portable speakers with a tiny wire. The porch light from the Grangers’ home was dim from the crest of the park’s highest hill.

“Ok, I’ve heard of some of these… Celine Dion, Elton John, Boyzone, Garth Brooks? That’s not mum’s usual style.”

“He’s got his face painted like a Quidditch supporter. Let’s give him a go.”

Rollicking music issued from the speakers as Ron and Hermione nibbled and sipped, gradually scooting closer to one another until they were side by side. Hermione tucked herself under Ron’s arm and leaned back a bit.

“You know, all those nights out in nature, and I never really looked up at the stars. I OWLed in astronomy, of course, but that was more where planets and stars are in relation to each other. I’m afraid I’ve forgotten all the constellations and their stories.”

Ron looked down, a bit dumbstruck.

“Something has escaped that steel trap of a mind? I can’t believe it.”

“You spent more time on it in Divination, which I blew off. Do you know them?”

Ron smoothed Hermione’s hair away from his face and gently tucked it between her head and his shoulder. He shifted his shoulders to cradle her head more securely against himself and leaned the both of them back.

“So if we begin with the moon as our central point of reference, note that it’s currently waxing gibbous. We’ll use its tips to help us navigate to constellations. Over to the east from the northernmost tip…”

Ron went on to detail constellations, clusters, and planets, elaborating on particularly significant arrangements as he recalled. The couple gradually laid down on the blanket, Hermione curled into his shoulder all the while. As he went on, a quiet song came on, so he lowered his voice a bit.

“… Then continuing north along that line, there’s the constellation Coma Berenices. It gets its name from the story of an Egyptian queen who cut off her golden locks to pay off on a deal she made with the goddess of love to keep her husband safe during wartime. The goddess was so pleased that the hair was taken up to heaven as a cluster of stars*. I’d have done the same for you, you know, if I could.”

Expecting a bit of a snog for that romantic overture, Ron instead got a small snore as Hermione snuggled against him in her sleep.

“Well, I suppose that’s fine, too. Kind of nice, I’ll keep chatting to keep you asleep for a bit. You’re still sporting huge dark circles. Let me tell you about Orion over here. Fine bloke, and a magnificent todger there below his belt if you follow those couple stars. Fred and George pointed that one out to me years ago, I didn’t learn that at school. I figure Fred would love it if I passed that knowledge on to you. Well. Anyway, continuing north…”

When Ray was told be report to a certain address, he had expected literally anything but a dark, abandoned parkinglot in the middle of nowhere. His phone was in his hand in an instant, already typing out an expletive-filled message to Geoff when the lights overhead that had no business flashing on did. His eyes adjusted to the brightness just as music started playing from speakers wired up somewhere nearby. The cheesiest slow song that he had ever heard began to assault his ears.

He didn’t need to look up to know who standing only a few yards away, the dorkiest of grins gracing his face.

Their earlier conversation replayed in his head where Ray had admitted that no, he had never really had a first slow dance, or really any of the usual Teenage Firsts expeced out of him. “I didn’t have time,” he said, which was code for My youth and any hope of having a normal life died when I was fifteen because I literally lived on the fucking street.

Ray sighed and slid his phone back into his pocket, a hint of a grin playing at his lips. “Ryan, I’m never telling you anything personal about myself agai–is that a fucking corsage, oh my God.”

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In Sickness and In Health (Part 1 of 2, Miraculous Ladybug)

HOO BOY, a very late Christmas gift to my wonderful parent, @arejayelle​, who has indulged and encouraged by Miraculous Ladybug obsession <3

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Pairing: Marinette Dupain-Cheng x Chat Noir (ish)
Rating: K+, low Teen
Words: 5179
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Being flattened by one thousand elephants would be better than this.

Being seared by a flame-throwing, spatula-wielding akumatized chef would be better than this.

Hell, being smothered by Chloé in his sleep would be better than this.

“If you’re going to whine so much, you could at least pair it with some cheese,” Plagg sniffs.

The kwami swoops over so that Adrien can see as well as hear his disdain: Plagg crosses his tiny arms and rolls his eyes. In response, Adrien weakly bats him out of the way and reaches for another tissue. The past twelve hours have found him waging war against his fiercest of foes; upon the battlefield of his bed are strewn the crumpled forms of the fallen. Adrien glares at Plagg the best he can as he blows his nose, hard.

“Traitor,” Adrien says, “No sympathy for your best friend and charge.”

When he speaks, it sounds like he’s talking through pudding - he can’t tell if it’s because his nose is so clogged, or if it’s that his ears haven’t stopped ringing, but it’s uncomfortable nonetheless. His whole mouth feels thick, tacky. Breathing through his nose ceased to be an option hours ago, but fortunately Plagg had stopped tossing bits of cheese and paper past his parted lips any time he’s attempted sleep.

Plagg shrugs at his complaint. “It’s hard to be sympathetic when you do dumb stuff. You fully deserve this, you know.”

“I knoooooow,” he moans, flopping over so he can continue grousing into his pillow.

“You’re still going to do it though, aren’t you?”

It hurts to swallow, but Adrien can’t help it. Through the haze of cold medicine and a barely-beaten-back fever he knows the choice he’s made is the right one. That doesn’t make him any less nervous about it.

“Yeah.”

“And you’re going to drag me along too, huh?” Plagg asks, like he doesn’t already know the answer.

“I can’t do it without Chat Noir.”

“What makes you think I’ll agree, sicky?”

“You love watching me make an idiot out of myself, Plagg.”

“Eh, fair enough.”

He’d love to say it was all her fault, but he knows better.

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Realizations of a broken girl

I’ve finally realized a lot of things about my self and my behaviors.

The majority of it comes from a narcisst father.

A little back story: My mother has been through two marriages, the first with a man whom she married to survive as when she went to college her parents basically said “your an adult now you are on your own” and moved to Florida. My mom was from a sheltered small town in northern Michigan so she was shocked and married her first husband her sophomore/junior year of college because it was the only way to survive.

She found the marriage wasn’t working and they had a civil divorce and went out for drinks afterword. It wasn’t a heated horrible issue like most divorces. It was a “this isn’t working we should end” both parties mutually agreeing to end civilly.

My father? He is a complete other story.

In the late 1990’s my mother went to a singles dance she was talked into by a friend. There she met my father. He was charming, handsome, amusing and very good at “wooing” like most narcissists. They dated for about 6-9 months before he proposed and they got engaged. Me? I’m the result of birthday sex a month before the wedding. They were married and 8 months later I popped out on January 12th, 2000 exactly 9 months and 31 years from my mothers birthday.

This is where it all starts.
Living hell with my father

I only have one good memory of him. One. And that is coming home from work when I am about 3. He kisses my mother and we sit down to eat dinner my mom has prepared. I look back on that memory and my mother was probably dying inside. She is very good at hiding her emotions.

My mom had just recently become a Christian and believed divorce would send her to hell. She put up with is verbal, emotional and I suspect sexual abuse for 6 years until our pastor said abuse was seen as an okay reason by the church for divorce. They got divorced when I was 5 1/2

Now I said I have one *good* memory of them together. I have plenty of memories of them together. Screaming, fighting, hair pulling, cowering, a terrified child I was. I have two most vivid memories. First is of him driving up in his new car (a ‘70 el camino) which he had used money my mother had earned working a day care at my home. He took HER money and bought a god damn car. And my mom seeing it and screaming at him. I was inside at the time and I don’t know what they said but I remember seeing it and crying because I was so scared.

The only other memory I have is them screaming at each other in the office room.

All of this traumatized me because I was so young and to see my mother and my father at each others neck yelling is something I will never get out of my head.

I didn’t see my father for 7 months while the custody of me was decided. My mom won the majority of the custody thanks to my priest at the time who backed my mom. I was scheduled to visit my dad every other weekend and holidays. The plan fell through the roof in a few years.

Now that is all just history. You need all of that to understand what I’m going to tell you.

My father is diagnosed narcisstistic personality disorder with a little borderline in there too. Although because of that instead of being a normal human and saying “okay how can I help myself and change?” He projected it onto my mother saying that she had those and that she was a horrible human being. He would emotionally abuse her in their marriage and I suspect sexually (I have no proof other than the way my mom reacts when I bring up sex in their marriage) My father denies all this. Saying “it was fine, I don’t understand why your mother wanted a divorce she seemed… Happy”

Narcissts play the victim card. In situations where YOU are the victim they will explain and twist to make them the victim of it. An example is this May when he took me to a movie and dinner then dumped me at home to go to a bachelor part at a bar “for an hour”. By the time I called my friend to come pick me up it has been over two. Since then I haven’t seen my father except once when he came to my graduation forcefully. He turned that situation into me not willing to see him because of one silly event and not acknowledging the years of emotional abuse I suffered from him and that being the final straw. HE PLAYS THE VICTIM IN THAT. That is what they do.

You might be wondering what I mean by the emotional abuse. Because of it all I can not cry In front of anyone, ask for anything, ask to go anywhere, voice my needs, wake people up, and much more. The instance where I stopped being able to cry in front of anyone? When we were sitting around the bonfire and he was drunk and we were discussing an emotional issue and I started crying. He snapped at me to stop crying and I did because he looked so terrifying like he was going to do something if I didn’t. Why I can’t wake people up in the morning? One morning I jumped on his bed and woke him up when i was 6. He freaked and started yelling at me how I shouldn’t just wake up people and was angry with me the rest of the day. Ask for anything? I asked to go to an artisan market one Saturday. I hadn’t asked for anything in year and I hadnt seen him in a few weeks. He said no and said buying and installing speaker wire in his den was more important. He treated me like I was a burden to him, a duty, a “check box to mark” I was nothing to him. Thus I feel like a burden, like I shouldn’t ever ask for anything because of I do, I’m a burden. All of his abuse and put downs turned me into passive.

I am a strong willed individual. I always have been. But I went from insanely strong, voiceful, uncaring, able to do anything, to scared, socially anxious and a mess. His personality disorder is a special one as in the people around them get treated and the one with the disorder doesn’t. It’s a fucked up disorder and it changed who I am.

All I ask is please don’t throw around the work narcissist. Because stuck up, egotistic ass holes aren’t as distrustful as people who break people, tear families apart and ruin the lives of manny.

That’s a little bit into my story. I might share some more if I reach 2000 followers but that’s a long ways away.

Who am I to Stand in your Way?

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               Derek Hale had been through a lot of shit in his life, and he liked to think that it would be relatively hard to surprise him after everything that he’d been through. His second girlfriend turned out to be a hunter who burnt his family to the ground. His third girlfriend was an evil druid who was practicing sacrifices and evil spells. The next person that he fell in love with got possessed by a thousand year old fox spirit who thrived off of chaos and destruction.

               This is why when he was visiting his pack at Berkley University and he took Lydia out to coffee one evening, he did not expect to catch a scent that reminded him of plaid, research, and swimming pools. Derek immediately looked around the cafe, and in the corner he saw him.

               Stiles looked tangled up in cords and Derek could hear his slightly increased pulse. He didn’t sound panicked, just nervous- like he’d done this before. Beside him there was an electric keyboard and a microphone. A hand clamped onto Derek’s shoulder, and Lydia quickly steered him towards a large plant- she was definitely hiding the alpha from him.

“That’s Stiles.” Derek said, and he could feel his eyebrows pinching together.

               "Astute observation, Derek.“ Lydia said as she waved towards a waiter, who came when she beckoned (Who doesn’t?)  and she ordered. Derek asked for a  black coffee, which made the banshee roll her eyes and announce that he didn’t need to order something that he didn’t like to try to make him seem tough. Lydia ordered a mocha as an afterthought.

"You don’t want him to see us.” Derek pointed out, and Lydia rolled her eyes as she corrected, “I’ve seen him play live before; I don’t want him to see you, or he’ll get nervous and change his set.”

               Derek dwelled on that in silence until their coffees came, and Lydia immediately pushed the extra mocha that she had ordered towards him. Derek opened his mouth to protest, but she simply raised a perfect eyebrow at him and he decided that it wasn’t worth it. She was right, black coffee wasn’t something that he particularly enjoyed.

               The plant was annoying, but Derek could easily look through the leaves and see Stiles. He was talking to a guy around his age. The guy was smiling with soft eyes and his heart on his sleeve. He was obviously in love with Stiles, but, Derek thought to himself, who wouldn’t be?

               The man reached forward to grab at Stiles hands, and Derek listened carefully as the duo spoke, the stranger spoke first, “You’ll be great! You play piano perfectly. You’re beautiful.”

               Stiles shrugged with one shoulder, and his face was getting that splotchy blush that he always used to get. The stranger reached out with both hands and wrapped them around Stiles’ hands, and Stiles stiffened at the action, but the stranger didn’t seem to notice, instead he took a deep breath and said, “I know that you’ve been holding back lately, and I know that you’re mysterious about your friends and nightmares and past, but I want you to know that this is serious to me. I love you, Stiles.”

               An expression similar to Stiles’ face when the Kanima was attacking them in the pool was slapped onto Stiles’ face so fast that not even Derek could keep up with what was going through his mind until the human schooled his expression into blankness and he said without any intonation, “We need to break up.”

“What?” Stiles’ boyfriend’s voice broke, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Go home, Andrew.”

There was a tense moment before Andrew clenched his hands into fists and said, “I’m the nicest guy that you’ll ever meet! I can’t believe that you’re doing this right now- I just told you that I love you!”

               "Maybe I meant it when I told you that I didn’t want anything serious, Andrew. Maybe I meant it when I told you that I wasn’t ready for a relationship. Maybe I don’t want somebody nice.“  Stiles’ voice was a quiet snarl, but it finally seemed like it was enough to make Andrew understand because with one last scathing look, Andrew stormed out of the coffee shop. The whole interaction hadn’t disturbed the peace of the coffee shop one bit.

               Stiles stared after him for a long moment, his expression unreadable, and then he sat down in front of his keyboard and smiled at the crowd, "Hi, my name is Stiles Stilinki, and today I’ll be playing some songs for you.”

               The coffee shop was relatively full, and the room clapped and offered him kind smiles as Stiles grinned back at them, and then the human continued, “My first song is a new original about someone who deserves so much more than they’ve ever had; it’s called Who Am I to Stand in your Way.”

               The crowd applauded again, and Stiles smiled as he waited. After the noise died down his long fingers danced elegantly across the keys.

“Forgive me, I may have said things that aren’t exactly the way that I feel,

I told you I’d be strong, I said that I moved on, but it doesn’t take long to realize,

That I’m not over you.”

               His voice felt like how the milky way looked: celestial, but far off and unattainable.  As Derek listened to the gentle melody, he distantly wondered if this song was the reason that Stiles broke up with Andrew- it made sense that Stiles would break up with him because he wasn’t over somebody.

“But if there is somebody that makes you feel happy,

Tends to your heart in the ways I’ve been lacking

then who am I, who am I to stand in your way?

To stand in your way.

I won’t stand in your way.”

               Derek glanced at Lydia, who was smiling to herself in a very smug way. It wasn’t the expression that he expected to see on her face- he thought that she’d be trying to convince Stiles to get over her, not encourage his age-old crush on her. Even as he thought it, there was a nagging in the back of his mind- he was forgetting something.

“I know it sounds crazy, but I need you to trust me,

If it’s how it must be then I’ll fade away,

When it finally feels true, then you’ll do what you have to,

Cause I’d never blame you, for not choosing me.

But I’m not over you.”

               It didn’t make any sense. Lydia had already said that she was hiding Derek from Stiles line of sight- was that because of the song? Or just because she thought that Stiles wouldn’t feel comfortable with his alpha seeing him perform?

“But if there is somebody that makes you feel happy,

Tends to your heart in the ways I’ve been lacking

then who am I, who am I to stand in your  

way

that I feel is no longer your burden,

If there is someone that can make you feel perfect,

then who am I, who am i

To stand in your way?

I won’t stand in your way.

I won’t stand in your way. ”

               The atmosphere of the entire coffee shop was caught up in the performance, the air was thick with empathy for the pianist, and Derek swallowed thickly as he realized that Stiles’ eyes were wet with unshed tears.

“Down the road, someone will ask me if I know you.

I’ll pause for a moment, I’ll smile, and say that I used to.

 

If there is somebody that makes you feel happy,

Tends to your heart in the ways I’ve been lacking

then who am I, who am I to stand in your  

way

that I feel is no longer your burden,

If there is someone that can make you feel perfect,

then who am I, who am i

To stand in your way?

I won’t stand in your way.

I won’t stand in your way. ”

               The coffee shop erupted with applaus, some of the people even standing to show how much they enjoyed it- Derek was among them. The smile on Lydia’s face made Derek wonder how Kira was a kitsune because the redhead was obviously the trickster of the pack. When he looked back up towards Stiles though, the human had stopped smiling altogether, and was staring directly at Derek as if Derek was one of the monsters that they’d spent all of their time researching back in Beacon Hills.

               The applause died down, and everybody was watching Stiles carefully, but he wasn’t paying attention anymore. The human’s eyes were wide, his face pale, and his fingers were trembling as he tapped them on his thigh one after another. He was counting them like he used to, Derek realized, to see if he was dreaming.

               It wasn’t like Derek never came to visit them in college- hell last time he was visiting he took Scott and Stiles out to see some new superhero movie that Stiles wanted them all to see together. It didn’t make any sense, until finally the crowd turned from Stiles to stare at Derek, who had forgotten to sit down. The crowd watched cautiously for a moment, and then finally a girl in the crowd yelled, “Is that him?”

               Stiles’ heart went into overdrive, and it took Derek a moment to understand what the girl had meant. Is that him? as in, Is that the person who deserves so much more than they’ve ever gotten?  Is that the person that the song is about? Is that the person you haven’t gotten over?

               It felt subconscious, the way that Derek’s foot stepped closer to Stiles, as if he had no control over his motor functions. Stiles’ response was immediate and familiar- he flailed his arms just enough to knock over his microphone stand that hit the floor with a loud crash and one of those brief, horrible audio screeches.

               Stiles had dedicated a song to him- had written a song about him, and apparently had feelings for him. The realization finally broke the spell-like wonder in Derek’s voice, and he stalked forward through the crowd. Stiles made a small yelping sound before Derek growled, “You idiot.”

               He stepped around the keyboard, speakers, and wires to grab Stiles by the collar of his t-shirt and he shoved the human against the wall- it felt like old times. The coffee shop was silent, but he could feel the tension in the place. Derek focused back on Stiles; the human was staring past him, but not at anything in particular, his neck was tilted slightly in submission as a response to Derek, and he smelled like embarrassment and a little bit like arousal, not unlike every other time that the alpha shoved him against a wall.

               "You really think that anybody else could keep me happy? I can’t believe that you had absolutely no intentions of telling me how you felt! What, you think it’s fun for me to go around dating murderers?“ Derek’s voice was anything but romantic, but Stiles didn’t seem to care because his face was spastically trying to settle on an expression.

Finally Stiles managed to yell, "Are you trying to proclaim your love to me or at me?!”

“I don’t know-Both?! Which way will make you listen to me?” the alpha yelled right back.

“Just fucking kiss me, Derek!” Stiles’ hands grabbed onto Derek’s leather jacket and the alpha obeyed quickly and fiercely.

               Their first kiss was everything that they were: angry, apologetic, emotional, a little bit clumsy, and perfect once they calmed down enough to let themselves work together.

By the end of their kiss every single person in the coffee shop was standing and clapping- a standing ovation.



My other SterekWeek contributions this year:

STEREK FUNDAY // STEREK ALTERA // STEREK HUNTERMOON // STEREK CRAYONS // STEREK SCENES 

The Bachelor Party - Steroline Fic

Hello! This is the follow up to my other fic Vacation . Hope you all enjoy it. It is rated M for mature. Sexy times in the first half.

THE BACHELOR PARTY

“Do I have to go?” Stefan pouted at Caroline as she fixed his tie.

“Yes, Stefan, you do.” Caroline rolled her eyes at his adorable puppy face.

Stefan dropped his head to look at her through his lashes, his pout jutting out even more, “I’d rather stay here with you.”

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