This is an expansion of the following idea, written by the lovely @artemis69:
the coffee!AU, where John goes to the same coffee shop every day, and there is this very grumpy, quiet barista that always makes him amazing coffee and keep the best pastries for him. And one day the Sheriff learns that Derek is the one to bake them all, so he decides: this will be my son in law, I need a reason to have this man in my family for at least forty to fifty years. Then he matchmakes with no subtility whatsoever, basically offering his only son on a silver plate, Stiles spluttering all the way (but he takes Derek’s number anyway because the guy is just amazingly cute)
John’s on his regular morning stroll when he stops in his tracks and takes in the brand-new coffee shop, complete with a banner advertising their opening day. The little corner space has been boarded up for over a year, and John had no idea it was opening today.
Any new businesses are a boon for Beacon Hills, especially family-run ones like this one is rumored to be, so John ducks inside. It’s warm and homey, and there’s a pair of young dark-haired people behind the counter, close enough in features that they’re probably siblings. The quiet bickering points that direction, too.
They stop, though, when they see the Sheriff—the uniform tends to have that effect—and he pastes on his public servant smile. “Hi there. I saw this place was open and wanted to come on in and introduce myself. Sheriff John Stilinski.”
“Oh, it’s so nice to meet you,” the woman says, holding out her hand for a shake. A nice strong grip—John likes this girl already. “I’m Laura Hale, and I own this place with my brother Derek, our resident grumpy barista-slash-baker.”
Derek rolls his eyes at Laura, but his smile to John is genuine, if small. “Hi, Sheriff. Nice to meet you.”
“Likewise, son,” he says, perusing the case full of tempting sugary treats. “You made these?”
He nods. “Can I get you anything?”
John hums. “A medium coffee, and…any one of these delicious-looking goodies. You pick. Just don’t tell my son,” he adds, and Derek looks up at him.
“I have slightly elevated cholesterol,” he says, stressing the word. “Nothing to worry about, honestly. But he polices my diet. I don’t think he knows about this place yet, though, so this is great.”
Derek hums. His tongs hover over a muffin—lemon poppyseed, it looks like—before moving to another one. Raspberry-almond, according to the sign, and well, John isn’t picky. Derek drops it into a little bag and hands it over.
“Happy to help,” he says.
John thanks him and opens the bag. Laura’s still pouring his coffee, but it smells so damn good that he can’t resist.
“Wow,” he says, his mouth full. “This is delicious.”
Derek looks quietly proud, and Laura claps him on the shoulder as she reaches over to hand John his coffee. “On the house, today, Sheriff,” she says. “Thanks for stopping by.”
“I’ll be back tomorrow,” he promises.
“Thanks, Nina,” John says dryly, leaning back so she can put his plate in front of him.
“You’re welcome, Sheriff,” she says with a friendly smile, ignoring his stink eye.
Stiles just grins at both of them and digs into his French toast. He insists on having their weekly father-son breakfast at Paulie’s Diner because no matter what John orders, Nina will only bring him an egg-white omelet with a dry English muffin. Stiles must have some serious blackmail or be paying her off somehow, and John is, he has to admit, grudgingly impressed.
“Don’t look so bummed out, Pops,” Stiles says, around a mouthful of what’s surely syrup-drenched deliciousness. “At least I let you have turkey bacon.”
“It’s not the same,” he says grumpily, poking at it. “But at least I’m getting a steady stream of baked goods now.”
Stiles glares at him. “Are you serious? From where? I thought I had paid everyone off.”
He knew it. “I’m not telling you,” he says, a little displeased with how childish he sounds.
“Fine,” Stiles says, sniffing. “I’ll figure it out, you know I will.”
He will, John knows. Goddamn, he loves his kid, even if his life goal seems to be depriving John from any and all delicious food. “And speaking of, I met someone the other day,” he starts, and Stiles gasps theatrically, his hand coming up to cover his mouth.
“Is this you crapping all over my dream of having Melissa as my stepmom?”
John sighs at the reminder. Melissa is…well, she seems happy with that Argent guy. Whatever. He’s not bitter.
“Not for me, Jesus,” he says, shaking his head. “For you.”
“Oh my god,” Stiles says, slumping back in the booth. “Eye roll” is too mild, John thinks. It’s more of a whole head roll. “Seriously, Dad, I’m only 25. You don’t have to marry me off quite yet. You’ll get your grandchildren someday, I promise. Stop trying to set me up with people.”
“I’m just trying to be helpful!” John protests. “He seems nice.”
And makes really good treats, he adds in his head. That’ll be a good trait for a son-in-law.
“And who exactly is he?”
John pauses. “I met him at the aforementioned undisclosed location.”
Stiles snorts. “Find out if he actually likes dudes, then get back to me.”
Summary: They say things never go as planned and oh were they right. When you are giving a second chance in life, you’re only just begun to live. A baby girl came to the world but it doesn’t mean their road is over yet. The story about their relationship and family while shooting Supernatural and attending Conventions continues…
Instant joy blossomed inside you once strolling into the green room. Fellow cast members who are here for tonight’s little concert in Nashville greeted you. While Jensen sang a couple of songs with his buddies, you took a moment to catch up with everyone. Instead of being here having a beer with Brianna and Kim, you were supposed to be back home in Vancouver with JJ. Having to say goodbye to your daughter was harder than speculated. This being the first time you were apart from her since she was born. But It was something you needed to get used to sooner or later.
Your maternity days were soon going to be over and you were really excited to start shooting again. You weren’t scheduled for this convention, it was a surprise you wanted to give the fans. You couldn’t wait to see their reactions once they saw you. Salute to Supernatural was something you’ve always loved. Singing along with the cast and fans, feeling like a big family and having a great time. Tonight, you felt like performing and what better way than being with two amazing singers, Brianna and Kim.
“Are you nervous?” Kim asked you, noticing the constant shake of your legs.
You shrugged giving her a nervous smile.
“It’s just… been a while, y’know?” you sighed. “I don’t want to fuck it up.”
I'm Never Drinking With You Douchebags Again (Winchesters X Reader)
It wasn’t wrong to say that you were a light drunk when it came to drinking. You can’t hold alcohol well, especially liquor. You’ve tried, but you end up getting too drunk and sick, and not being able to function the next day. Dean would always pick fun at you, knowing how childish you act when you’re drunk.
Both Dean and Sam have seen you drunk numerous times, and as funny as they think it is, it was torturous for you. You’d do stupid things like call Dean ‘Boots’ and call Sam 'Dora The Explorer’.
You, Sam and Dean were all crammed together in a bar, trying to get your mind off of the last hunt, and move on to the next one. You were only two swigs into a slightly chilled beer, while Dean was taking down shot after shot, but Sam was joining you with a beer this time.
“Come on, I can’t be the only one doing this! This is embarrassing!” Dean said, taking another shot of whiskey, throwing his head back and then releasing a sharp sigh after he swallowed the burning substance. “Wanna try, (Y/N)?” Dean offered, before you shook your head.
“I don’t feel like puking up my intestines tomorrow” you muttered, taking a small sip of your beer, before Dean laughed. “Yeah, and I don’t want to have to be the one to carry her to the car, because you’d be drunk as hell too, Dean” Sam said, before Dean scoffed.
“I could carry her!” He shouted, before you shushed the brothers from their bickering, while they both muttered an insult to each other under their breath.
“(Y/N), just try one” Dean said, placing a small shot glass down in front of you. You glared at him, as he was flashing you a smirk that could make every woman weak in their knees.
“Dean!” You cried, before he frowned and took the drink back. “Fine, I guess you’re too afraid” you went numb at Dean’s words. You hated it when people said you were afraid, when you clearly weren’t.
Both the boys knew this, and Sam knew that this was a bad idea. “Dean, stop” Sam breathed out, before you grabbed the shot out of his hand and quickly poured it in your mouth, terrified to swallow.
Dean and Sam both looked at you shocked, before you swallowed the amber liquid, feeling it burn your esophagus on the way down, as you kicked the bar and tried to cry in pain, but it came out as a small squeak that made the boys laugh.
You panted hard, before Dean began to clap. “I’m proud of you, (Y/N). I guess you aren’t afraid” Dean said as you smiled. “I guess not! I want another!” You exclaimed like a child, a few other people in the bar giving you a weird glance, before turning their attention away from you.
“(Y/N), are you sure that’s a good idea?” Sam whispered into your ear before you nodded. “Yeah! I’ll be fine! I’ll just have two more!” You smiled, before both boys raised their eyebrows at you, knowing they were about to have an exciting night.
“Dean, get her legs!” Sam shouted.
“She won’t stop moving!” Dean shouted back.
“Dean!” Sam cried.
“Stop it moose!” You yelled violently at the older brother.
You thrashed and kicked in the parking lot, refusing to be picked up by Dean and Sam. You had seven too many shots, and you were destroyed. You lied down on the concrete, with your arms crossed and staring right at the sky.
“Look at the stars!” You slurred, before Sam’s arms grabbed you and took you into his hold, as he thrashed you over his shoulder and walked you back to the Impala.
“I told you, you shouldn’t have let her drink tonight, Dean” Sam said, before Dean opened the rear door for Sam, so he could gently place you in the Impala. “She’s gonna be fine, Sammy!” Dean exclaimed, watching you squirm around the backseat, trying to get comfortable.
“Let’s just head back to the motel, we’ll spend another night and then pack up tomorrow” Sam said, slamming the rear door closed, before getting into the passengers side.
Dean got into the drivers seat, turning his head to watch you play with your hair. “You good?” He raised an eyebrow as you slowly nodded, continuing to play with the messy strands. Dean smiled and turned back to face his brother, “She’s good” he said before starting the Impala and driving back to the motel.
By the time you all arrived, you were half asleep sprawled in the backseat. You arms and legs spewed across the slick leather as Sam and Dean laughed at your funny position, while they were getting you out from the back.
“I’ve never seen her this hammered before!” Sam said, shocked by your drunken state. “Let’s get her to bed, the faster she’s asleep the less of a pain she’ll be” Dean said, as Sam nodded in agreement, gently pushing your legs together and pulling you out of the Impala, before gradually pulling you out but accidentally slamming your head against the roof as he tried to pull your through the door.
“Sam!” Dean shouted, as Sam scoffed. “I’m trying my best, Dean!” Sam whispered as he slung you over his shoulder, feeling you thrash within his grasp.
“Sammy,” you groaned, “I don’t feel well”. Dean’s eyes widened, knowing that meant you were about to puke any second. He searched his pocket for the motel key, quickly finding it. As he went to open the door, it was too late and the content of your stomach were spewed onto the concrete.
Sam and Dean groaned in disgust, as Sam lowered you from his shoulders and cradled you in his arms. Your skin was pale and your eyes were bloodshot, not to mention the growing bruise on your forehead thanks to Sam.
“Let’s get you to bed, yeah?” Sam asked. You slowly nodded, disregarding all that he said as he carried you into the motel, gently setting you down onto your bed, listening to you groan in discomfort and pain.
I am sorry for many, many things about this guys. I swear, the next chapter will be better.
Tagging: @jadedhillon @bumblebaddey
“Hey, do you guys think the tie is too much?”
Every pair of eyes in the room immediately turned to look at Jason, who was standing awkwardly in the doorway to the kitchen and fidgeting uncomfortably with his collar. Tim let out a low whistle. Dick grinned at him from his seat at the table where he was working his way through a plate of Alfred’s cookies. “You clean up okay Jaybird,” Jason could feel the heat creeping up his neck at the unwanted attention. Normally he’d have brushed them off, made a sassy comment about his dashing good looks or some crap like that. But truthfully he was nervous as hell. When he’d told Bruce he couldn’t go on patrol with them that night he’d made the stupid mistake of giving him the honest reason why. And of course, he’d done so while Dick was in the room. And now they all knew.
It wasn’t like they hadn’t known about you already. When Jason came home with the groceries at almost midnight, huge grin plastered on his face and minus his jacket, it made sense that questions were going to be asked. Jason had been only too proud to tell everyone that he’d met his soulmate. (He conveniently left out that the reason he was home so late was only because he’d had to climb up your fire escape to get you to talk to him.) Naturally, everything went kind of crazy after that. Alfred and Dick were delighted. Tim was just annoyed that out of all them, Jason had met his soulmate first. He’d had to explain repeatedly that yes, you were real and no, he was pretty sure you weren’t secretly a supervillian or anything of the sort. (Damian was still skeptical about that part.) Bruce, for his part, had seemed almost proud. He’d clapped Jason firmly on the shoulder amid all the chaos, looking him straight in the eye and nodding once. In his eyes Jason could see the echo of a conversation they’d had repeatedly when Jason had first come home after being brought back to life. He’d been full of anger and self loathing and hate; it had taken a long time before he’s started to believe Bruce when he said that he still belonged at his side. ‘You deserve this.’ His eyes seemed to say. Jason had wanted more than anything to believe him.
Jason shifted his gaze over to Alfred, who had just emerged from the kitchen holding a cake tin. “Alfred?” He asked hopefully. “You look dashing Master Jason,” Alfred pressed the tin into his hands with a fond smile, straightening out his collar with practiced hands. Damian, who had been quiet until then, spoke up, “You’re going to meet her mother not to a business meeting,” He gave Jason’s outfit a disgusted glance.
Jason was ashamed to admit that he startled a little when he heard Bruce chuckle behind him, spinning around to see his father figure approaching with a slight smile. Jason stepped aside to let him pass. Bruce clapped him on the shoulder again, pausing as he did so, and Jason figured he must be doing something right lately if he was on the receiving end of the older man’s approval so frequently. “You’ll understand soon enough Damian,” He said wryly. Jason wasn’t sure if these family moments were heartwarming or just plain weird.
You’d been a nervous wreck for at least an hour before Jason arrived. You had redone your hair at least three times by now, set the table and then decided you didn’t like the tableware and set it again. You had tried to help your mum with the cooking but she had shooed you away, saying that like this you were no help to her and to just sit down and try to relax. You were drumming your fingers agitatedly against the counter when the doorbell finally rang. Jason was exactly on time. You jumped up, straightening out your skirt as you half ran to open the door. Your mum laughed, watching you with amusement from where she was plating up the food.
You took a deep breath before turning the handle, swinging the door open to reveal Jason standing on the other side. The sight of him took your breath away. The first thing you noticed was that he was wearing a suit. His blazer was slung over his shoulder, his hair gelled back in careful disaray and he was the most gorgeous thing you had ever seen. “Hi,” you greeted breathlessly. He grinned down at you, eyes sparkling playfully. “Hey there sweetheart,” He cast you an admiring glance, “You look stunning,”
You blushed, smiling up at him, “Not so bad yourself,” You reached for his hand and squeezed gently, needing the reassurance and knowing that he probably did too. “Thank you for coming, Mum’s really looking forward to meeting you,” Jason held your hand tightly in his. “Of course sweetheart. Wouldn’t have dreamed of saying no,” He joked, “I need to thank her for taking care of you for me,”
You just rolled your eyes, taking a step back and tugging him into the house. “Come on in then,” You sighed dramatically, and he was still laughing fondly when you led him into the kitchen.
Once there he stopped just inside the doorway, hovering uncertainly. You felt your heart melt a little just looking at him. You gave him a tiny reasuring smile and turned to face your mum. “Mum, this is Jason. Jason, Mum,” You gestured between them with the hand that wasn’t gripping Jason’s tightly.
You didn’t think that you had ever been this nervous in your life. You didn’t doubt for a second that your mum would love Jason; honestly she would probably have loved him just for being your soulmate even if he wasn’t as loveable as you knew him to be. Your mum had a way of seeing straight to the heart of a person; you knew she would see past the tough guy exterior straight away. But regardless of that, the fact was that you were introducing the two most important people in your life. It wasn’t an experience you’d ever had before, and you had to admit you were kind of terrified. A little part of your brain still worried, what would happen if they didn’t get along?
That part of your brain was silenced effectively when your mum (to both your surprise and Jason’s) looked up from what she was doing, smiled warmly, and quickly came over to pull Jason into a firm hug.
Jason met your gaze with wide eyes, looking completely stunned. When your mum stepped back she was still smiling, eyes crinkled up at the corners when she introduced herself. “It’s so good to finally meet you Jason. Come on in and take a seat, dinner’s just about ready,” “You too Ma'am. Thank you for having me over,” You noticed with relief that there was a tiny lopsided smile on your boyfriend’s lips. His eyes looked suspiciously damp, but it might have just been your imagination. Your mum just squeezed his arm fondly before returning to the counter. “It’s a pleasure to have you. And please, none of this ‘Ma'am’ stuff, I’m not that old,” she joked. You giggled, covering your mouth to try to hide the sound, but Jason noticed and threw you an amused glance. You just shook your head, leading him over to the table.
You weren’t used to having other people over for dinner, nevermind your soulmate. So it was surprising how natural it felt, having Jason here. To your great pleasure he hit it off with your mum almost immediately. Of course there were few people who didn’t; she was naturally good with people and made almost everyone feel at ease around her. The conversation flowed easily, and you could tell that Jason was starting to relax as a little of his usual confidence started to show through.
“That was delicious, thank you,”
Jason stated genuinely as he set down his fork and knife, plate completely cleaned. Both you and your mum laughed at his enthusiasm. “I’m glad you liked it. We have plenty to spare if you’d like to take some home with you,” Jason smiled wryly, shaking his head in refusal of her offer. “Thanks, but I think that’d insult Alfred, and I don’t want to get on his bad side. He takes great pride in feeding us,” Your mum nodded, laughing. “I understand. You’ll just have to come back next time then. And you can give my thanks to Alfred for the beautiful cake, it was very kind of him,”
You looked up from finishing off your food, raising an eyebrow at Jason. “You brought cake? When?” He grinned. “I was holding it when I got here,” Your mum laughed fondly, shaking her head. “That’s my observative daughter for you,” Jason nodded his agreement. “It’s amazing she’s survived this long, you’ve done an incredible job,” Your mum leaned in conspiratorially, stage whispering, “It wasn’t easy, I’ll tell you that,”
“Hey!” You protested, and they both just laughed at your expense. You huffed, pushing back your chair and standing up. “I’m going to make tea now, try not to miss me,”
Jason smiled up at you easily, and it was impossible to stay mad at him. Instead you just rolled your eyes in mock annoyance, ignoring your mum laughing at you. Jason just stood to join you, still grinning. “Here, let me help you,”
Your mum was standing then too, shaking her head at him. “Jason sweetie sit down, it’ll only take a minute,” “Thank you, but I’d prefer to help out. It’s how Alfred raised us, and you don’t want to disappoint Alfred,” he joked, gathering the plates from the table.
You went to fill the kettle with water and track down this mythological cake while they chatted. You enjoyed listening to them talk so easily. It had been a long time since there had been anyone but the two of you around; it gave you a sense of pride to think that you were partially responsible for the change.
“Is Alfred your adoptive father?” You heard your mum ask curiously. You glanced up inconspicuously from slicing the cake to gauge Jason’s reaction. Your mum knew that Jason was adopted and had a few brothers, but she didn’t know much more than that. You had figured it was Jason’s choice what he wanted to tell her.
He shook his head, looking slightly embarrassed. “Alfred’s our butler, but he’s pretty much family to us. He had as much of a hand in raising us as Bruce did,”
To her credit, your mum didn’t so much as pause. She just nodded, expression contemplative when she answered. “Well he sounds like a lovely man. Maybe I’ll meet him some day.. if there’s an occasion to?” She threw you a mischievous look and you gasped, scandalized at what she was implying. “Mum!” Your cheeks heated up, not daring to look at Jason in fear of what his reaction would be. Trust your mum to bring up marriage the first time you brought him home. “I’m sure he would love that,” Jason assured with a chuckle, footsteps growing louder as he came over to put the last of the dishes in the sink and turned on the water. You just groaned in embarrassment, and he reached over to give your hand a gentle squeeze.
Once you had finished cleaning up you all say down together again for tea and cake. Alfred’s cake was incredible, and you told Jason so once you’d taken the first bite, humming in pleasure at the taste. “I’ll tell him you said so,” he promised.
Eventually, it was late enough that Jason had to go home. You were all reluctant for him to leave. Your mum hugged him goodbye, and this time Jason wrapped an arm around her and hugged back hesitantly. You thought it was probably the most heartwarming thing you had ever witnessed. She told him firmly to come back any time before leaving you to see him to the door. Jason told her that he would.
Once outside you wrapped your arms around yourself to shield yourself from the chilly night air, shivering. Jason noticed immediately and paused in putting on his jacket, holding it out to you. You shook your head. “I’m fine, honestly. I’ll be back inside in a minute. Wouldn’t want you to get sick and not get to see you for a week,” Jason just smirked at you cockily. “Doll, it’d take more than a little cold air to get me sick, trust me,”
You rolled your eyes, shoving him playfully. “Cocky much?” He grinned, taking your hands in his, eyes sparkling with mirth. “You love it,”
You looked away, shrugging casually. “Maybe,” Jason laughed, and when you looked up to meet his eyes he leaned in to kiss you. You melted into him happily, lingering for a moment before you pulled away with reluctance.
“Thank you for having me over tonight doll, it was really nice,” he admitted, tone sincere as he wrapped you in his arms and pulled you in for a hug. You held on to him tightly, not wanting him to go. “I’m glad you came. Mum really likes you youknow,” “She’s incredible, you’re a lot alike actually,” he mused, releasing you. You made a face. “I wish,” He reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “I’ll text you tonight?” “Okay,” you nodded reluctantly.
Jason took a step back, and it was only then that you noticed the motorbike parked in your driveway. You frowned. “Drive safely!” He looked back over his shoulder to smirk at you. “Don’t worry doll,”
You watched wistfully as he straddled the seat and put on his helmet, standing in the doorway until he was out of sight. Once he was gone you let out a shaky breath you hadn’t even realized you’d been holding and went back inside to join your mum. She was sitting in the living room watching tv, and she smiled when you walked in. “That boy is lovely. I’m so proud of you sweetie,” You shook your head, joining her on the couch, phone in hand. “I know he is,” You admitted. You didn’t notice that you were waiting for Jason to text until the screen was unlocked and you were looking at your inbox.