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tamingthemuseTitle: First Time (For Everything) [excerpt]
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Prompt: 380 – Samhain or Halloween
Warnings: Coffee shop/bookstore AU. Slash.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~520
Summary: Derek finally works up the courage to ask Stiles out.
Disclaimer: It's all lies and I own nothing.
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The bells above the door jingle as Derek pushes through it, scent of coffee and Stiles calming his nerves. He approaches the counter with mounting confidence and the way Stiles looks at him in his leather jacket makes him stand a little taller. Stiles grins at him, eyes bright as he shoulders past Erica to take Derek's order. “H-hey.”
“Hey,” Derek echoes, pressing his palms to the scarred wood surface of the counter.
“Your usual?”
“Uh, yeah. Thanks.”
Stiles bites at his lip and nods. “No problemo.”
Now or never, Derek thinks, taking a deep breath as Stiles turns around to grab a large to-go cup for Derek's coffee. “So, uh, you doing anything this weekend? Like, I don't know, Friday?”
Fumbling the plastic lid, Stiles curses then glances over his shoulder. “I, um, I work a second job weekends,” he says. “I bartend down at Jungle.”
Nodding slowly, Derek shoves his hands in his pockets. “Oh.”
Stiles' eyes widen and his scent turns slightly bitter with anxiety. “But,” he says, setting Derek's coffee in front of him before reaching down to open the display case for two of the cinnamon scones. “But, my shift's over at nine on Friday if you,” he shrugs, “wanted to do something.”
Derek pulls his wallet from his back pocket and hands a ten-dollar bill over to Stiles. “Yeah. I do.”
The smile that takes over Stiles' face then is so wide it almost looks painful. “Cool. Maybe you could meet me there? Unless-”
“Yeah, no, that's fine. I can-- Yeah, I can do that.” Derek offers Stiles a smile of his own as he drops his change into the tip jar next to the register. “Jungle, Friday at nine.”
Stiles nods again, scent warming as he blushes faintly. “I'll be behind the bar.”
Derek salutes him with his coffee cup, grabbing the bag of scones with his other hand as he heads for the door.
The jangle of bells doesn't quite drown out Stiles' disbelieving, “Oh my god. Erica. Erica, did you-”
“Yes, Stiles,” Erica laughs, “I heard.”
“Ten outta ten, would bang.”
“Stiles!”
Stiles' answering laugh fills Derek's ears as he digs his keys out of his pocket to open the bookstore. “Like a screen door in a hurricane.”
Derek feels his cheeks go hot at the idea, stomach flipping anxiously as he wonders if that's what Stiles is expecting Friday. He closes the door behind himself and flips the sign in the window from 'CLOSED' to 'OPEN' before turning on the lights. Rolling his shoulders, he breathes in slowly through his nose. It's not a big deal, he thinks, it'll be fine.
Settling on the stool behind the counter, Derek sets his coffee and bag of scones down and looks at the calendar hanging on the wall. He groans aloud when he sees the date and hopes to god Stiles doesn't expect him to be dressed up in a Halloween costume. Whatever. Derek's not going to even worry about that. He's got a date with Stiles.
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Prompt: 380 – Samhain or Halloween
Warnings: Coffee shop/bookstore AU. Slash.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~520
Summary: Derek finally works up the courage to ask Stiles out.
Disclaimer: It's all lies and I own nothing.
The bells above the door jingle as Derek pushes through it, scent of coffee and Stiles calming his nerves. He approaches the counter with mounting confidence and the way Stiles looks at him in his leather jacket makes him stand a little taller. Stiles grins at him, eyes bright as he shoulders past Erica to take Derek's order. “H-hey.”
“Hey,” Derek echoes, pressing his palms to the scarred wood surface of the counter.
“Your usual?”
“Uh, yeah. Thanks.”
Stiles bites at his lip and nods. “No problemo.”
Now or never, Derek thinks, taking a deep breath as Stiles turns around to grab a large to-go cup for Derek's coffee. “So, uh, you doing anything this weekend? Like, I don't know, Friday?”
Fumbling the plastic lid, Stiles curses then glances over his shoulder. “I, um, I work a second job weekends,” he says. “I bartend down at Jungle.”
Nodding slowly, Derek shoves his hands in his pockets. “Oh.”
Stiles' eyes widen and his scent turns slightly bitter with anxiety. “But,” he says, setting Derek's coffee in front of him before reaching down to open the display case for two of the cinnamon scones. “But, my shift's over at nine on Friday if you,” he shrugs, “wanted to do something.”
Derek pulls his wallet from his back pocket and hands a ten-dollar bill over to Stiles. “Yeah. I do.”
The smile that takes over Stiles' face then is so wide it almost looks painful. “Cool. Maybe you could meet me there? Unless-”
“Yeah, no, that's fine. I can-- Yeah, I can do that.” Derek offers Stiles a smile of his own as he drops his change into the tip jar next to the register. “Jungle, Friday at nine.”
Stiles nods again, scent warming as he blushes faintly. “I'll be behind the bar.”
Derek salutes him with his coffee cup, grabbing the bag of scones with his other hand as he heads for the door.
The jangle of bells doesn't quite drown out Stiles' disbelieving, “Oh my god. Erica. Erica, did you-”
“Yes, Stiles,” Erica laughs, “I heard.”
“Ten outta ten, would bang.”
“Stiles!”
Stiles' answering laugh fills Derek's ears as he digs his keys out of his pocket to open the bookstore. “Like a screen door in a hurricane.”
Derek feels his cheeks go hot at the idea, stomach flipping anxiously as he wonders if that's what Stiles is expecting Friday. He closes the door behind himself and flips the sign in the window from 'CLOSED' to 'OPEN' before turning on the lights. Rolling his shoulders, he breathes in slowly through his nose. It's not a big deal, he thinks, it'll be fine.
Settling on the stool behind the counter, Derek sets his coffee and bag of scones down and looks at the calendar hanging on the wall. He groans aloud when he sees the date and hopes to god Stiles doesn't expect him to be dressed up in a Halloween costume. Whatever. Derek's not going to even worry about that. He's got a date with Stiles.
