Sterek fic rec list - coffee shop AU

Mistletoe Never Lies | 19220 words

Derek Hale loves his family, he really does. He just wishes they weren’t so determined to set him up. When he finally blurts out that he has a boyfriend, and quickly gives his mother the name of the barista at his local coffee shop as his “boyfriend”, he figures that buys him a little peace.
He probably should have been paying attention to the part of the conversation where he agreed to bring Stiles home for Christmas to meet the family.

I Hope By The Morning 21463 words

From the bathroom came sounds of the guy brushing his teeth. Stiles rubbed the fifty dollar bill between his fingers and felt cheap. “Dude, I’m not taking your money.”

The guy spat and turned the faucet on. “Take the money. You said you lived in Queens last night? Who the hell lives in Queens.”

The fifty seemed gritty in his fingers, but he put it in the back pocket of his ridiculously tight jeans, anyway. That was, like, a five-hour shift at the coffee shop where he worked, Common Grounds, with tips. “And don’t call me ‘dude,’” the guy continued, turning off the faucet. “I’m not your college bro. It’s Derek.”

Kaleidoscope | 54223 words

Stiles spends a year before college working at the all-night coffee shop in town. It’s nice and quiet, until one dark and brooding Derek starts coming in every morning, ordering coffee so strong that it should not be fit for human consumption. Ever. Stiles tries not to be affected by the mystery guy, but it’s not like anything else happens around here, so really, what did you expect? And when he’s already in too deep, he realises he might even be in way over his head…

You and Your Stupid, Perfect Smile | 8881 words

The last thing Stiles expected to see that morning was the guy he’d been crushing hard on for months standing there dripping wet and practically naked.

The last thing he wanted was to have to buddy up to the guy for the sake of his roommate, Erica, who had evidently started dating him.

The last thing he’d ever intended was to come between them.

Voldemort and Jean Valjean (Walk into a Coffee Shop) | 2187 words

So sue him, Stiles had a stupid habit of giving out goofy names at coffee joints.


‘Name?’ He stood with his sharpie at the ready.

‘Voldemort,’ Stiles answered without missing a beat.

12 Cups | 34356 words

Stiles is a temporary barista at Cafe Luna and Deputy Hale is in charge of picking up coffee orders for the station some mornings.
Some mornings quickly turns into most mornings, and coffee turns into “Hey look, I’m a werewolf and even your Dad can tell I have a thing for you!”

Double Negatives (Resolve to a Positive) | 16334 words

Derek and Laura run a pure food store and coffeehouse. There’s this boy Stiles who’s a regular customer. He’s infuriating, of course, but there’s something about him. (This tried to be funny and then a little angsty, and then some fluff and crack snuck in here and there, and it ended up being an odd medley of the three.)

He Takes His Coffee Black | 16844 words

On the cusp of actual, responsible adulthood with no ambitions to his name, Derek Hale (soon to be Derek Hale, Master of Physical Therapy) is faced with the dishearteningly underwhelming notion of his future. For his final winter break, Derek returns home to his family’s coffee shop where he spends the dry winter days filling aggravating orders for equally aggravating people and burning his hands with scalding milk.

It’s the last place on earth he expects to find a kindred spirit, but some twitchy kid named Stiles– with his simple order of one black coffee and a wry little grin– turns out to be just that.

With A Little Christmas Magic | 10669 words

AU: Stiles is jobless this Christmas and as a last resort, is stuck playing one of Santa’s elves at the mall. The job is a bust, and Stiles isn’t really in the Christmas mood, until he finds salvation in the Starbucks at the food court, not only in hiding from kids, but in one very sexy barista named Derek. ((Or: In Wich Stiles in an Elf and Derek is a Christmas Coffee Magician))

It’s been like years since it’s been clear | 34360 words

It’s six-thirty in the morning, but there are warm lights behind the floor-to-ceiling, de-boarded windows, and the 'For Sale’ sign on the door has disappeared along with Stiles’ memory of where he’d been headed just moments before. The coffee shop is, apparently, open for business once more.

hazelnut, strawberry, and mint | 3417 words

In which Stiles is cheeky, Derek likes dogs, and coffee is gourmet as hell.

Give Me Back My Bones (maybe then we’ll talk) | 32664 words

Derek meets Stiles on a Wednesday. He comes in for his usual cup of coffee and somehow walks out with hot chocolate, cinnamon on the top, and no idea what just happened there.

even a bad cup of coffee (is better than no coffee at all) | 13422 words

AU where Derek and Laura stay in New York and open a coffee shop after the fire, and Stiles meets them when he moves there for college.

You Had Me At Latte Batman | 2108 words

The one where Derek’s a barista who accidentally woos Stiles with latte art.

Bullets and Claws | 12284 words

When the Hales open a bookshop next to the Silver Bullet coffee shop, Stiles notices his new boss Mr Argent seems to have a history with them. It’s the only reason he tries to find out more about their family. It has absolutely nothing to do with how attractive that grouchy Derek looks. Nope, nothing.

Came for the coffee, stayed for you | 3685 words

“Ask him about Twilight!” They heard Laura’s shout. Derek almost dropped his hammer.

“For Christ’s sake, Laura!” He shouted back, and added, calmer now, “She made me read it, alright.”

(Or the one in which Stiles’ dad owns a bookstore and Derek’s mom runs a coffee shop. It’s just a romance waiting to happen.)

Now You’re Too Sweet | 6672 words

Something in Stiles’ mind short-circuits when Derek leans across the counter with a toothy grin and says, “Haven’t changed your order, have you?”

It takes Stiles’ mind a moment to catch up, and then another to drag his eyes away from that mouth up to his eyes, which isn’t that much better, and he may-or-may-not need to clear his throat to make sure his voice is still working. “Um. No?”

“Are you asking me?” Derek asks, definitely amused now, and hey, there’s that smirk again.

Stiles shuts his mouth and crosses his arms on the counter (totally not as a support to lean on). “I’m a strictly-black coffee person, dude! My addiction to black coffee will never go away,” he declares.

Derek eyes him thoughtfully, before nodding with a quiet, “Good”, and why does Stiles feel like he just confessed to something more than just coffee?

In which Stiles is thoroughly confused and awkwardly misinterprets the situation, and has fallen in love with Derek’s heavenly baked goods before he even knew (let alone fell for) Derek Hale. Also, first meetings are a mess and the universe hates him, but nothing new there, right?

Simple Math | 6677 words

“It’s just math, Derek. It’s me and you; it’s not rocket science and it’s not Shakespeare. It’s basic arithmetic and you, for some ungodly reason, never bothered to learn to add.”

A list of things to do in order to avoid annoying the absolute hell out of your cashier at the grocery store:

- Unload your basket. UNLOAD YOUR DAMN BASKET. I can’t stress this one enough. Number one pet peeve is people who place their basket on the belt and watch as you unload it, and then as you have to walk around yourself to put the basket where it needs to be.

- Give your bags to the cashier before your order starts being scanned, it’s incredibly annoying to have to stop scanning to bag what you’ve already scanned when you could have been doing it as you went.

- Do not make jokes about having just printed off your fifty dollar bill that morning when we hold it up to the light. It’s not funny, we’ve heard it a hundred times, and if I’m pissed enough I can technically decline your bill since you’ve admitted to forgery.

- When asked if you want plastic bags, just answer yes or no. You’re not buying a house here, there is no need for a twenty second deliberation on the subject. 

- When I’m looking for the produce sticker on a fruit or vegetable, don’t tell me “oh it’s a peach”. I know which goddamn fruit it is, not only is that condescending but profoundly unhelpful.

- When paying in cash, DO NOT throw your coins or bills on the belt, especially if i’m holding out my hand to receive them. This is incredibly frustrating for me and careless on your part, not to mention the fact that I myself can’t return your change to you this way because it is so fucking rude.

- When “trying to get rid of your change”, do not hold out a handful and tell the cashier to pick through it to find what they need. I feel like I shouldn’t have to explain how impolite this is, and you’re wasting everyone’s time. 

Soon after Hamilton became treasury secretary, Philip Schuyler told Eliza a comical story about her husband’s absentminded behavior in an upstate New York town where he once paused en route to Albany. Hamilton must have been composing a legal brief or speech in his mind, for he kept pacing in front of a store owned by a Mr. Rodgers. As one observer recalled:

“Apparently in deep contemplation, and his lips moving as rapidly as if he was in conversation with some person, he entered the store [and] tendered a fifty-dollar bill to be exchanged. Rodgers refused to change it. The gentleman [Hamilton] retired. A person in the store asked Rodgers if the bill was counterfeited. He replied in the negative. Why, then, did you not oblige the gentleman by exchanging it? Because, said Rodgers, the poor gentleman has lost his reason. But, said the other, he appeared perfectly natural. That may be, said Rodgers, he probably has his lucid intervals. But I have seen him walk before my door for half an hour, sometimes stopping, but always talking to himself. And if I had changed the money and he had lost it, I might have received blame.”

—  Ron Chernow, Alexander Hamilton
✨Squad Goals Episode 12 Pt. 2: More Margaritas✨


“I’m going to go to the ladies room Justin” Selena announces while taking off my hoodie and handing it to Justin. He looks sheepish and gives a nod and Selena slides past me with an air of arrogance. My arms are crossed over my chest and my eyes are still narrowed and squinting.

“What the fuck is this huh?” I ask as my jealousy starts to consume me.

“Miss St. John, your drinks are ready” the bartender says in a shaking voice I give him a brilliant smile and reach into my pocket to retrieve a fifty dollar bill.

“Do me a favor and take those to my friends?” I ask him and he nods enthusiastically, carrying the tray of drinks to my friends who are craning their necks to see the drama.

“Rhiannon I do not want to fight tonight” Justin says and he has the nerve to sound tired!

“Oh then you don’t have to. You can just listen to me yell your fucking ears off” Justin gulps and takes a sip of his margarita, clearly ignoring me.

“Justin Bieber get your ass outside right now” he looks at me with a raised brow and scoffs.

“I’m not doing this with you” he says calmly and that sets me off like Jada Pinkett.

“Get your ass outside right now!” I yell and the restaurant goes silent. It seems that even the cooks in the back have stopped moving. Justin looks around, embarrassed, and follows me when I start to make my way outside the door.

“You are so fucking dramatic!” He shouts at me his face inches from mine and I’m livid when some of his spit lands on the tip of my nose.

“I’m dramatic? Who the fuck is the one here getting cozy with an ex huh? Clue! Not me!” He shakes his head and steps back from me but I’m just getting started so I pull him by the collar of his hooded jacket and tug him close again.

“You don’t get to walk away from this Justin. You have a right to be angry for what I did to you but let me tell you that I will not be cheated on” I say in a deadly whisper and he rolls his eyes before speaking,

“Do you hear yourself? You’re fucking crazy. I tried to get you to fucking marry me and now you want to call me a cheater?” My anger builds once again and I push against his chest with all of my strength. He stumbles a little bit but ultimately stands his ground.

“You did this to get back at me! To hurt me! You always want to do the stupidest shit just to get a fucking rise out of me!” I’m full on sobbing now and I want the cameras to turn off and I want the paparazzi in the bushes to have mercy on me and not let these pictures be tomorrow’s headliners but that will never happen.

“Stop it! You don’t get to be the damn victim Rhiannon!” Justin says and he had my face between his hands and my mascara is starting to stain his palms.

“I’m not trying to be a victim! You hurt me! You’re hurting me I ca-”

“Cut the shit! Stop the tears! You lied to me! You lied to me and you were playing me for a whole day and had I not spoken to Kylie you probably still would’ve been lying!”

“I was scared! I didn’t know what to-”

“Scared of me? Of the man who loves you and has loved you for the past five years? Bullshit. All you had to say was yes or no but of course you had to pull some extra shit to-”

“No Justin!” His eyes widen and his face takes on this incredulous look

“No what?” I try to stop my crying long enough to get the words out.

“No, I don’t want to marry you. I’m not ready. I know that you want to do all of these things while we’re young but I’m just getting started, I don’t want to have the responsibility of a husband, or even a child while I’m trying to win a Grammy I just can’t do it, not yet” Justin takes my words into consideration and tilts his head up and  I know it’s so his tears won’t roll down his cheeks. Then he surprises me and gives me a watery smile.

“Was that so hard?” I nod and cannot return the smile

“Breaking your heart? Yeah. Hardest thing I’ve ever done besides lie to you”

“I’m not messing around with Selena, I want you to know that” hearing her name on his lips does nothing to quell my still present jealousy.

“I don’t want to talk about her” I tell him and he nods and seems to ‘get it’,

“Are we going to be okay?” He asks suddenly and his smile is gone along with his usual cocky demeanor. He looks scared, and that scares me.

“Isn’t that up to you?” I prod and he shrugs before shoving his hands into his jean pockets.

“Why would the status of our relationship only be up to me?” He asks in confusion and I realize that he’s right but even then he holds some leverage.

“We’re in this mess because I lied to you” I explain and he shakes his head and looks like he’s going to cry again,

“We’re in this mess because I proposed to you” suddenly my heels look super interesting so I stare at them before Justin lifts my chin up with his index finger.

“I’m sorry. Is it too late to say that?” He cracks a grin and this time I return it

“I was going to say sorry first” Justin shakes his head and pulls me in for a hug so his chin rests on the crown of my blonde curls.

“I’m sorry. I just love you so much that sometimes I feel like I need to do extreme shit to keep you with me I don’t know…”

“But you’ll never lose me, I’m going to love you even when you’re wrinkly and still saying ‘’swag’” He throws his head back and laughs,

“I’m going to hold you to that”

“Please do.” Then we’re kissing and the tension is still there but it’ll melt away over this next week because I’ve already decided that he and I are going to take a break from the show and maybe jet off to Canada to spend some time with his family.

“What do you think the headlines are going to say about us tomorrow?” Justin wonders and I wave at a lurking paparazzi.

“Probably what they always say,”

“That your-”

“That I’m-” we look at each other before flipping off the paparazzi

“Pregnant” we say in unison before walking into the restaurant. approach the squad table and see that everyone has their food already. Everyone including Selena who sits smushed between Cara and Gigi.

“Before you get upset I just want to say that Cara and Gigi invited me to eat with you guys” Selena announces and I eye the two models who are slurping back margaritas like it’s their job.

“She looked so lonely!” Gigi supplies and Cara nods in agreement,

“She told us she isn’t on a date with Justin! They’re just friends honest! Right Selena?” The girl nods begrudgingly as Justin pulls out a seat for me and sits next to me.

“Works for me,” I say and the table looks as shocked as I feel, but I figure that Selena must be some kind of friend to Justin if she was his first call. Selena gives a smile that actually doesn’t look evil. And I can deal with that. Really I can.  

They’re going to be okay!!!! <3 

Tumblr, the most amazing thing just happened to me.

I went shopping to restock my fridge this afternoon and, on impulse, grabbed a Mexican candy, ‘cause it’s Texas and we have entire shelves of those. I assumed from the colour and slight squish that it was either dulce de leche or tamarind something, and didn’t bother reading the label.

Got home, put stuff away, cracked into it, and on the first bite, gods were born on my tongue. The void cracked open and all the angels of the dark beyond sang out. Time ended. A new universe began. It was not dulce de leche.

I checked the label to discover what I had grabbed was a rollo de guyaba.

Now you gotta understand. Guava has been my favourite fruit in the world since the time I accidentally ordered guava pie in Piedras Negras all those years ago. So this was basically like pushing the button to get your change back from a vending machine and getting a fifty dollar bill instead of two quarters. 

This is the best impulse buy in the history of impulse buys. This was a better surprise than having a positive tax return. It’s like having crème brûlée for the first time all over again. I’m so happy I can’t even be upset that it’s taken so long to discover that rollo de guyaba is a thing that exists and is readily available. Life is beautiful and nothing hurts. And if you’re reading this guava-induced euphoria rant I hope something turns out monumentally better than anticipated for you too.

So I love horror movies and I love cats and dogs, but when I see a cat or a dog in a horror movie, my heart plunges because I just KNOW that poor critter is toast and I don’t want to see a puppy or a kitty get it, even fictionally.

But man, when a pet gloriously, dramatically, unequivocally survives a horror movie? Great feeling. It’s like finding a fifty dollar bill in the pocket of a pair of old jeans. Totally turns your day around.

“i have calculus homework that needs to be done, and i’m awful at calculus. so basically what i’m saying is that i need help,” said victor. “if you need encouragement, i have a fifty dollar bill in my wallet that has your name written on it.”

“This guy at the bar was adamant that I should give him pizza tonight. It didn’t matter when I explained we were a themed bar set in 1800s england and that sort of stuff wasn’t on the menu. He was absolutely convinced that I had pizza hidden somewhere and I just wouldn’t give it to him. But then in a strange turn of events, he left a fifty dollar bill on the counter when he stormed out.”

“I’m trying to decide if he was punking me and that was my prize.”