dylanssourwolf:

Sterek AU: The PlayLizst | Dr. Derek S. Hale is one of the most qualified musicologists in the country. He’s done his fair share of travelling to colleges all over the country to to give insights on the musical structures of some of the most famous pieces of classical literature and while he can’t really play any of those pieces, he does have a particular choice of pianist when it comes to listening to them. Mieczysław. Derek likes to think he’s in love with the guy, even though he isn’t sure if Mieczysław is a first name or a last name or even a name at all, and he’s never once gotten a glimpse of the pianist’s face. It’s about the music, the money-makers, and the guy’s hands are plastered on everything. There’s only one other pianist who may be well on his way to being as talented as Mieczysław, a student by the name of Stiles Stilinski. He’s just come back to school after a semester off and after annoying his way into Derek’s life via iced coffee, he’s decided to pursue an independent study with the musicologist to finish up his double degree, and potentially charm Derek into a date once he graduates. There’s one peculiar thing; Stiles always has his hands mostly covered by fingerless gloves, yet still, Derek swears he’s seen them somewhere.

Find the fic here: The PlayLizst AO3
Find the playlist here: The PlayLiszt 8tracks

This fic is meant to be read with the playlist playing as background music, but is completely optional. All of the music on the playlist is mentioned in the story at the time it should be playing in the background, should you choose to tune in and out as you read. Enjoy!

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The boy scoots closer into Derek’s space as if he’s never heard of something called privacy. “You’re a music professor? My best friend is a music major. I thought being a good friend meant playing through a bunch of classical piano music that he has to know by memory for a test at the end of the week for the entirety of an evening but apparently that isn’t enough for him. He’s been harassing me all morning.”

“You do know there’s something called personal space and right now, you’re about three feet too far into mine.” He moves his laptop clenches his jaw because this kid is swirling his tongue around the straw of his coffee and it’s absolutely infuriating.

He seems to ignore the disgruntled green eyes glaring at him and continues like he’s not sticking his nose into the business of someone he just met. “I guess I would understand his struggle if I were also in the class. I just need these few hours of java and crosswords before his head is back up my ass again.”

“Is that why your head is up mine?”

There’s a charming little snicker that comes out of his perfect little mouth, and it shouldn’t appeal to Derek as much as it does. Regardless, the guy leans back into his own space and shrugs with another swig of his coffee. “Is that the reason you haven’t left yet?”