Sterek | Office worker AU | ~1500 words | AO3 | Inspired by this post.
Scott smacked him on the shoulder.
“Stop staring. You’re going to end up getting our entire department stuck in a
sexual harassment seminar.”
Stiles sighed. “No man that
handsome should be that grumpy.”
“You’d be grumpy, too, if you had
to be Peter Hale’s assistant. Do your work, Stiles.”
“I’m going to make it my job to see
“Do your actual work.”
“Sure, sure,” Stiles said, finally
emailing off the spreadsheet he’d finished two hours before. Having an office
job, he had found, was really just a giant exercise in figuring out how to
waste time so his boss would believe he’d actually put “enough” effort into it.
He couldn’t help it if he was efficient.
Now he could spend the rest of the
afternoon figuring out how to make Derek Hale smile.
“I got it, I’ll do Pavlovian
coffee!” Stiles said at the bar after work.
Scott gave him an unimpressed
stare. “Didn’t that just result in the barista hating you last time? I’m pretty
sure they started spitting in your drinks.”
Stiles waved a dismissive hand.
“That’s just because Lydia Martin had a stupidly complicated order in high
school. The theory is still sound. I’ll just bring him coffee until he
associates me with delicious caffeine, and then I’ll get to see him smile.”
“At which point your life will be
“Yes,” Stiles said decisively,
picking up his beer again with a blissful smile.
Scott shook his head. “You’re so
weird. You need a hobby.” But then Allison from the third floor arrived and he
got thoroughly distracted, leaving Stiles to contemplate his perfect plan in
Here’s the sitch. Two weeks ago, I was in the worst relationship of my life. She treated me poorly. We didn’t connect, I was miserable. Now, I’m in the best relationship of my life with the same woman. Love is a mystery.