Friday, May 31, 2013

scarletbane: swingsetindecember: spotters-guide: relenafanel: swingsetindecember: littlelostsock: brolininthetardis: #this is a coffeeshop au screaming to be brought into existence #i don’t care what fandom or what pairing #someone write it #and send it to me oh gods this would be perfect for I’ve Suffered Shipwrecks I NEED THIS FOR TEEN WOLF and laura made it for derek and he doesn’t know I second this. the morning shift customers have been giving Derek strange looks over the counter all day and Derek is about 900% sure that is has something to do with the drink recs board because he saw Laura doodling on it earlier before she cursed him out for “walking like a fucking ninja!” and shielded the board with her arm. he’s 900% sure, but he doesn’t know what exactly it is that Laura wrote down that made three separate high school girls giggle uncontrollably and a business man give him his card in what Derek assumed was a sympathetic offer of different employment that didn’t involve his batshit sister. Like he was actually working here for money; that paycheck wouldn’t even cover his monthly gas bill, and helping out in her shop was the only way to keep Laura from dropping in unexpectedly at his loft at all hours of the night to make him watch Love Actually with her. it only sort of works. the point is that morning is rush hour in coffee shops, and Derek hasn’t had a chance yet to get out from around the counter with an excuse involving wiping down tables in order to see what she wrote. morning rush is almost over now though, only three people left in line, and it looks like two of them are ordering together anyway. or rather, Derek amends in his head as he hands off a Chai Tea Latte drink order to Laura and the woman who ordered it steps off to the side to wait for her drink, and the two young men next in line step forward close enough for Derek to hear some of the salient parts of their bickering, one is ordering while the other tries to convince him that he doesn’t need anymore caffeine today, no really Stiles, “YOU DON’T.” ‘Stiles’ waves a hand dismissively under his friend’s nose and makes a comment about stimulants that makes Derek wonder if the guy is a drug addict or a chemistry major and finally drags his attention forward to order when. when he stops. Stares at the recommendation board quietly for a moment, drags his astonishingly penetrating gaze up to study Derek with golden brown eyes, smiles this odd little half smile and orders a dark roast blend “as big as they come, man, load me up.” his friend is glancing wildly between the recommendation board and Derek and has something akin to a traumatized look on his face. “STILES NO.” Stiles’ smile only grows more pronounced. Derek rolls his eyes and rings the guy up, and Stiles pays him and drops something in the tip jar, but there’s no line now and Derek is not letting this moment slip away from him so he ignores the jar for now and storms out from behind the counter to find out what the hell Laura wrote on that stupid board and. and… “LAURA.” Laura has fished out a folded piece of notebook paper from where Stiles had dropped it in the tip jar and is too busy unfolding it to look up at Derek’s outburst. A moment later she coos, “aw, Der, he gave you his number, see?” She waves the sheet of paper in his direction and grins so fucking wide she looks like the Joker. “I knew that board would work!” Derek throws his apron in her face and turns on his heel to storm out of the shop. A moment later the bell above the door rings delicately as Derek strides back in, walks up to the counter and snatches the piece of paper out of her hands before leaving again without a word. PERFECTION THIS IS WHAT I WANTED  THANK YOU Bless the sterek fandom
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jason said...

hella fucking yeah.

June 2, 2013 at 10:26 PM

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