#Cafe Laur

[teecupangel]

I come bearing Unity thoughts. How about Yew Branch style Desmond, but in Revolutionary France? And to just make things interesting... As one of the children of Marquis de Sade

Now, I am merely doing Sequence 5 so I have no idea if they show in the game. But! Consider Desmond low-key having fun at the expense of others. Even if it is only because he is bored, he knows who his father is (historically) and modern time sense of modesty does not measure up to those of his now-contemporary France

In short: Desmond finds Cafe de Theatre and has fun making Arno blush. By using modern style innuendo

Before we start, I will confess that I do plan to write a Yew Branch for August 26, Arno’s birthday, but it’s more or less set before Unity because… uuuhhh… plot reasons? XD

Anyway, I will say AC Unity has the easiest time to just kick Desmond anywhere we want because you can pick anyone from the Nomad Assassins in the companion app and bam, you have Desmond’s new identity.

Also, here’s Desmond being reborn as either Arno’s brother or Élise’s brother/twin and, while this is more focused on AC3, here’s Desmond being reborn as Marie Antoinette.

Okay, let’s set up Desmond’s life as Marquis de Sade’s son.

Now, we actually have two options for this (according to wiki):

Louis Marie de Sade (1767) would be a year older than Arno

Donatien Claude Armand de Sade (1769) would be a year younger than Arno

If you wanna go down the ‘Desmond gets a pussy’ route, there’s Madeleine Laure de Sade (1771) as well, but if we’re gonna give Arno some dick, then I like the idea of Madeleine being a secret fangirl who totally ships her brother (and maybe even her father) with that sexy hooded man.

(As far as I remember, they don’t show Marquis de Sade’s children in the game so we’re good to go)

Regardless of who we pick as Desmond’s new identity (an older man showing Arno the ‘ropes’ or a younger man who Arno believes to be the most dangerous of all… in a very different way), Arno’s in for a very… well… informative time of his life.

The de Sade Family:

Marquis de Sade doesn’t formally invites his children to his ‘new kingdom’ but he will welcome them nonetheless if they do join. He and his wife don’t really have a good relationship so he’s not that close to his children. Desmond would definitely be his favorite and, even if Desmond is reborn as his second son (if we’re going for the younger man route), he would still name Desmond as his heir and successor because, as far as he knows, Desmond is his ‘true child’.

Desmond doesn’t want any title or riches or whatever. He does, however, like Marquis de Sade. As a father? Far better than William Miles, hands down. But honestly? Desmond saw how the Marquis was lonely as not many people understood his ‘true self’. Desmond gets it though since he experimented a lot when he left the Farm and learned how sex could be quite enjoyable. Desmond actually knows more than Marquis de Sade and sorta-kinda acts as his proofreader.

In public, Desmond is considered to be polite and as noble as one gets, heavily leaning on Haytham Kenway’s remaining bleeds. In his father’s new kingdom though… total dom. Known to be the bored prince and there’s a lot of people that try to get his attention in any way they can. Desmond is usually just there to make sure his father doesn’t do anything actually illegal or every ‘depravity’ he does would be done with consent on all sides. He does disappear as soon as his father starts… really going because, yeah, he doesn’t have a kink for that one.

The brother we don’t choose will have an inferiority complex against Desmond and think that Desmond is a depraved sick bastard. But he will also remember how kind and understanding Desmond was to him when they were children. Hell, he was still kind to him even when it’s clear that he was trying to bully him (Desmond just thinks it’s cute he thinks he could bully Desmond). This conflicting feelings make him ignore everything that Desmond does in their father’s kingdom while trying to protect both him and their father as much as he could. He would insist he’s protecting the family name though. (His kink is definitely a form of cuckolding)

Desmond’s mother would be distant and ignore all of her children (except maybe her daughter) because the whole relationship was just to keep the power among the nobles so there’s no love lost anywhere. Desmond doesn’t feel anything for her and, yeah, there’s some childish pain there, but he’s good at ignoring his unresolved feelings for his parents at this point anyway.

Madeleine is Desmond’s favorite sibling and she’s quite spoiled. Desmond’s influence makes her more open to their father’s preferences but she’s quite reserve about it, blushing whenever she tries to open up and ends up just going ‘never mind’. Desmond gives her a more clinical explanation to these kinds of things in a form of a notebook of some sort because he thought she would be too embarrassed and awkward if he directly talked to her. This leads her to the path of voyeurism and enjoying erotica so… well… you win some, you lose some. She joins her brother in visiting their father in secret though, because if words got out that the young de Sade girl was a deviant, she’ll be ruined in the eyes of the nobility. Their father and Desmond just go “it’ll be fine.” because they’re actual deviants (by 17th~18th century standard anyway)

His father and sister are the main reason why Desmond stayed in France. He could have gone to America as soon as he turned 13 (maybe even 10 if he was really determined enough) but he didn’t because he didn’t want to leave his little sister and someone has to look after his father without judgmental eyes.

Desmond does, however, send money and supplies to Davenport manor, disguising it as an investment or some sort although the American Brotherhood knows he’s an ally of some kind. He is also Ratonhnhaké:ton’s pen pal.

Arno and Desmond’s Relationship

Arno would see Desmond as a beautiful mysterious man tempting him at every chance. The way he moves, the way he speaks, the way he looks at Arno. It makes Arno feel a lot of things that he had never felt before and he is torn between remaining loyal to Élise who is always running (not from him, Arno doesn’t think that, she’s not… is she?) or finally taking a bite of the fruit the devil keeps dangling in front of him.

Desmond… knows Arno has a crush on him but he actually doesn’t act all that different. He might have a soft spot for Arno because he’s an Assassin who clearly needs help and maybe he pays more attention to Arno than the men and women throwing themselves at the bored prince but, let’s be clear, Desmond isn’t trying to lead him on. He’s flirting with him but it’s more on the side of “I’ve been a bartender far too long that flirting on an easy mark is more of an unconscious choice because I might get more tips” than actual serious flirting.

Unfortunately, Desmond doesn’t know that Arno is having a very confusing bisexual awakening that’s only amped up by all the usual 17th~18th century repression thing soooo, yeah, Desmond doesn’t know he’s affecting the young man more than he was thinking.

Marquis de Sade definitely wants Arno to join in. With him or with his son, he doesn’t care, Arno is just a wonderful specimen to be left in that uptight boring world. He also knows Arno’s ‘crush’ on his son, he keeps pushing him to his son though because that would be fun.

In other words, Desmond is unintentionally creating a love triangle that he honestly have no time or desire to be part of. He doesn’t know about Élise! He honestly thought Arno is single (“He has that pathetic wet virgin kitty vibe to him.” “I don’t think he’s a virgin, my boy.” “Oh, definitely not. Maybe it’ll be better to say he’s ‘pure’?” “Ah. Well then, have fun corrupting him.” “We’ll see, father.”)

Once Desmond learns of Élise, he’ll back off (and even feel a bit icky because he was unintentionally becoming the ‘hoe who the asshole cheated on’) and it’s… it’s gonna get messy, especially considering Desmond’s inclusion in Arno’s life makes Arno wonder if he and Élise are even still together or if… his love for Élise was true and not something twisted by his lonely childhood and his ‘abandonment’ issues.

Oh shit. I just turned this smutty fic idea to angst, abort, abort, abort.

If Desmond and Arno will have a relationship, it’ll be after Dead Kings DLC.

You know what would be funny?

If Arno realized he wasn’t just sexually attracted to Desmond but was in love with him during the ending parts of Dead Kings when he finally accepts Élise’s death.

Then when he returned to Paris?

He learned that Desmond had taken his sister to America and now…

Arno thinks Desmond is the one who got away.

(“Arno, I can’t believe I’m saying this… you can follow him to America. He’s literally living with the American Brotherhood. We know where he is.” “I have missed my chance. There is nothing left for me to do.” “Oh my god. Someone just chokes this drama queen unconscious so we can ship his ass to America!”)

#whiplash! #sorta #now i’m just imagining desmond teaching arno lots of kinks #then writing about it to his sister #who acts like ‘yeeessss my favorite author added a new chapter!’ #maybe his sister can marry one of ratonhnhaké:ton’s son #idk #arno’s gonna be dragged into a ship just to get his ass into gear #arno is a human disaster of a virgo #and no one can tell me otherwise #ask and answer #assassin's creed #desmond miles #arno dorian #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #what are we calling this pairing? #arndes #desarn

[peterpans-bleached-butthole]

Why is aphmau problematic? I genuinely didn’t know who she was before I saw her name in your bio and now I’m intrigued 🧐

im glad you're intrigued, Anon, because i love talking about what jesson (jess and jason) have done. I'll try and make this short, so it's not a page long. the entirety of what Nana's (Kawaii~Chan) character is based on is one giant stereotype of japanese culture, her talking in a third person, having a high-pitched cutesy voice, the whole "shipping" thing, having a maid cafe etc. katelyn and a bit of nicole being abusers and it played as a joke, and travis and dante being creeps towards women in mystreet (mys). aarons entire character being there just so she can push her kinks on him (she's confirmed she has a thing about werewolves). jason getting jealous of literal kids shipping his wifes character with someone who isn't him (ein), so he made the incest plotline and then had to retcon it because it's weird. laurance's whole character getting dropped because jess ghosted Sebastian (laurs va) and allegedly mistreated a bunch of others. aaron and aphs age gap (aph being a freshman/14 and aaron being a senior/18) which was based off jessons REAL LIFE RELATIONSHIP AND HOW THEY MET, (🚩) jess butchering garroth and laurances characters (making them wankers) in diaries to try and fit in aarmau last second (someone pointed out this isnt problematic, theyre right this is her just being a dick). gene being weirdly obsessed with aph when she was 14 (i think he later admitted he liked her), and he was a senior. im sure theres more but thats all i can think of

#pan answers asks #pans a nerd #aphmau #minecraft diaries #aphblr #mystreet #aphverse #fuck jesson #sorry for taking so long i forgot aboutt this

[triskhellion]

The first part of Customer Service.

Rated: Explicit (10.8K)

Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Laura Hale, Alan Deaton

Tags: Omega Derek, Human Stiles, Getting Together, Coffee Shop AU, Surly Barista Derek, Sleepy College Student Stiles, Vulgar Latte Art, Heat Sex, Virgin Stiles, Versatile Derek/Stiles, Dominant Bottom Derek, Service Top Stiles, Embarrassment, Praise Kink, Various Explicit Sex Acts, Knotting, Biting, Derek call Stiles kitten, Cat Ears, Collars & Leashes, Werewolves Are Known.

Derek:

Derek had been told on multiple occasions that his customer service left much to be desired — the earlier it was, the grumpier he was — but apparently some people were into that. Considered it an authentic surly barista coffee shop experience or something. The rest of the patrons overlooked it because he made an espresso even meaner than he was, poured beautiful latte art (if he didn’t hate you) and could make the perfect Reuben. 

Also because it was the only coffee shop in this neighborhood that opened at a miserable 5:30am, which Laura mandated during the week and meant having to come in at 5:00 to get things ready. So the early bird caffeine fiends and danish devotees either had to deal with him at least some of the time or wait until a much more reasonable 7:00am to go to Hot Shots or Francine’s instead. That or learn to make their own pumpkin bread, cappuccinos, and seven syrup oat milk monstrosities at home. 

Then there were those who didn’t mind because they thought he was hotter than the panini grill that he managed to burn himself on at least once almost every day. (Fortunately, he had werewolf healing.) Derek didn’t much care what anyone thought as long as they got off the phone to order and kept it moving, especially when there was a line.  

When some obviously new kid — almost certainly a student at the college up the street — stumbled in at almost a quarter after 6:00 Monday morning, somehow giving the impression of wide-eyed gawking while squinty from lack of sleep, he wondered which kind of customer he’d be. Derek went back to doing the soup prep for lunch knowing that it’d probably be a while before Squinty read the menu and then actually made up his mind. 

Stiles:

Stiles was not a morning person, but when he decided to transfer from BCCC to BSU after one year instead of two the only available time left for one of the classes he needed was 7:00am on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Why would a professor even do such a thing? (The answer was apparently so that the nursing students, athletes, and others who needed to finish earlier in the afternoons could attend, but pssh, whatever Professor Stanton.) 

Thankfully, there was a coffee shop that opened at stupid o’clock about halfway between his new place and the 20 minute walk to school (or 3 minute drive when he’d inevitably run late, but he’d try to get a little exercise this way when possible and it also gave him an excuse to explore the neighborhood on his walks back home.) TrisKettle Café it was called and it had a triple spiral thingy for a logo. Cool.

He nearly moaned when he opened the door and the scent of sweet sweet coffee (well, bitter coffee, but you know) wafted over to him. He hadn’t bothered to check out the menu online just being glad that the cafe existed at all. Stiles had slept in over the weekend and when he got up today and realized that he’d lost track of where he’d packed even his emergency instant coffee he almost cried. He figured he’d have a look around and pick whatever was available and sounded good. 

After checking out the baked goods selection he made his decision and planned to order for here. He had 25 minutes or so to kill before he had to leave. Stiles saw that the barista was in the middle of doing something with a large pot so took a couple minutes to read the framed article clippings on the nearest wall. 

They had opened just two years ago and the owner was a young woman named Laura Hale. There was a picture of her and her family smiling on the sidewalk out front; a middle aged couple who he assumed were her parents, a young man and a teenage girl who were probably siblings, and a man in his mid-20s with one arm around her shoulder and the other holding a toddler.

Well, most of them were smiling. The younger guy, who was admittedly quite handsome, had what was at best a pretty neutral expression. Underneath it listed their names: Talia Hale, Nathan Hale, Cora Hale, Aaron Hale, Emily Hale. One of the names in the middle was partially crossed out until it only said D Hale. Huh.

Stiles glanced at the time on his phone and then approached the counter. The barista turned around before he could say anything sporting whatever the male version of Resting Bitch Face was. Bastard Face? Jerk Face? At any rate, it was the dude from the picture and his name tag indeed just said D. 

“Hi, can I have one of the almond pear pastries and a large latte for here?”

“Yeah, it’ll be $8.25.”

Stiles handed over a $10 bill and then dropped the change in tip jar marveling at D’s ability to instantly do even the most rudimentary math this early in the morning. 

There was no one behind him so he stayed at the counter reading the lunch menu and daily specials and the funny stickers on the register and tip jar. He idly turned sideways to lean against it to look at the art on the other side, but miscalculated and lost his balance, catching himself with an arm smacking the wooden surface after a moment of flailing. When he looked up D was watching him and raising an impressive, judgmental eyebrow. 

“Should I put this in a to-go cup…” he more stated than asked, walking back over to towards him as the espresso machine whirred.

“Nah, th-that’s okay, I got it,” Stiles stammered, flushing with embarrassment. “It’s my first day having to get up this early for classes and I’m not used to it yet. Hopefully once I get some caffeine in my system my motor skills will improve at least slightly and my brain will stop questioning reality.”

“As long as you don’t break this mug you can hallucinate as much as you want.”

“More like Hale-ucinate, amirite?”

D stared at him silently for several seconds and Stiles fidgeted awkwardly. Just before he was about to slink away to wait for his latte over by the wall the barista shook his head and sighed.

“I hate that I thought that was funny,” he replied in a monotone, expression not noticeably changing in any way as he went to finish preparing the drink.

“Well, you could’ve fooled me, but if you say so,” Stiles mumbled under his breath after the barista was out of earshot.

Or so he’d thought. The retreating man froze and then turned around, glaring.

Oh shit, how did he actually hear th—Oh fuck, he must be a werewolf! I’m going to get ripped to shreds. Hopefully only metaphorically.

Stiles had just moved to what he referred to as his “shanty studio” last Thursday from his Dad’s place on the other side of the county and hadn’t heard much, if any, of the local gossip yet. Including that the Hales were apparently werewolves. 

It had been a few years since the Big Reveal and aside from the usual bigots and rabble rousers and the occasional terrorist plot (which had already been a thing, so not much had changed except the growing list of targets for fanatics) things had calmed down considerably. There were still tensions of course, but most folks ended up more or less shrugging their shoulders in the end since the Weres had clearly been here the whole time and a significant amount of folks either knew a werewolf or knew someone that did. 

Stiles still wasn’t in the habit of considering that someone he ran into randomly could be a wolf though. There had only been the one elderly couple back home — at least that were open about it anyway — and they’d lived there for ages.  

When his latte arrived the foam was artfully formed in the shape of an exceptionally detailed dick. Instead of getting huffy about it like the werewolf probably expected, Stiles merely snorted and grinned. He took a sip, licking the froth from his top lip after.

“Thanks for the D, D!” he called cheerfully, saluting before going to find a seat in the back corner.

Derek:

Derek cracked a smile as the new kid walked away. So he was the easy going sort. That was good. He told himself it was just because the last thing he needed was another uptight and irate early morning customer and not because he was very cute and smelled nice and caught the attention of his wolf. No, definitely not. 

Said new customer quickly became a regular at the shop, coming in on his early class days and sometimes an additional day or two a week, though either in the late mornings or afternoons then. Derek refused to do more than 3 opening shifts a week, so he sometimes saw him on those days too. He learned that Squinty aka New Kid’s name was Stiles and when he asked “What kind of a name is that?” the impish bastard replied with “One with more than a single letter.” Touché.

Derek had poured him a foam ass vaguely reminiscent of goatse that time, but also gave him a bag of leftover brownies and pastries from the previous day. Surprised, Stiles thanked him and the smile he gave in return lit up his whole face. When Derek realized he’d been staring he grunted out a sarcastic “You’re welcome” and went to wipe down the already clean prep table behind him. 

He’d noticed that Stiles only bought food with his beverage once or twice a week and sometimes just got regular drip coffee to drink as well and figured he’d help the likely rather broke student out. They often put leftovers out in a way so that folks who needed food could safely take it, but their favorite regulars got some too.

Their baked goods were delicious if he said so himself, but after two years there was only so much of them even a family of werewolves cared to put away. They only made the brownies, cookies, and pumpkin, banana, and rotating specialty breads in house since pastry dough was beyond all of the Hale siblings. Cora, who worked a few hours after school some days and usually one longer weekend shift, once made a batch of “kwa-sahns” so hard that they were only fit to be used as doorstops.

As the weeks went by it became a goal of his to make Stiles smile or laugh with different outrageous and occasionally cute or actually pretty designs each time he ordered his usual. The last time he’d made him a silly little fox. Derek couldn’t help sometimes imagining the mischievous, all too appealing human lapping at him like he shamelessly did with the foam on his lattes or the whipped cream on the hot cocoas he got from time to time instead.

Stiles:

Going to TrisKettle was often the highlight of his day, which was somewhat unfortunate seeing as that was usually at the very start of it and so it was all at least relatively downhill from there. So it went. Stiles had been doing fine in his classes, but was not particularly enthused this term of yet more pre-recs. He’d made some pals to hang around with in between classes and to study or do projects with in the meeting rooms at the library, but that was pretty much the extent of things so far. 

But the coffee shop, that was the place he got both his caffeine and banter fixes. He’d gotten to know Laura herself, who opened most of the mornings that D didn’t (her husband, Aaron usually did so once a week.) She was sunny and talked with her hands and was pretty much the opposite of her brother, except for the sarcasm that they had in common. A trait which was also shared with Baby Hale Demon, aka Cora, who flipped him off whenever they crossed paths, but clearly enjoyed their own verbal sparring. There were a few other folks that worked there as well, mostly fellow students at the college, but none from his classes.

And of course D, who was in a category all on his own. Between the hilarious foam art and the much appreciated bags of day olds once or twice a week and the rare and therefore immensely more valuable smiles bestowed upon him when he managed to truly amuse the werewolf, making him even more unfairly gorgeous, Stiles was having all sorts of thoughts and feelings. Sigh. 

But now was not for brooding; it was a Friday and he could worry about all that later when he was home or between classes. Now was for drinking coffee — he’d mix things up with a mocha to-go today since he’d arrived later than usual — and trying to make his favorite grumpy barista smile. 

D grunted a greeting and dropped a still slightly warm napkin wrapped chocolate peanut butter cookie on the counter in front of him, which he demolished in seconds after paying for his drink with his debit card and dropping a dollar in the tip jar. While his drink was being made Stiles called out to the werewolf.

“Hey D, what do you drink when you’re feeling depressed?”

“Whisky with wolfsbane,” he deadpanned. Stiles inhaled sharply.  

“Oh, um, I was trying to tell a joke, but that’s, uh, good to know, I, uh—“

“I know,” the werewolf said, turning around with a smirk.  Then he rolled his eyes. “It's fine, go on.”

“It’s a coffee based beverage if you want to guess…” he said, trailing off and trying not to grin too much. D merely raised an unimpressed eyebrow at him. 

“A desolatte!” 

The barista snorted and actually let out a little chuckle before pouring his drink and Stiles felt all accomplished and warm inside. When he got his mocha it had a sad to-go cup drawn on the cardboard sleeve. How delightfully meta, he thought, now practically glowing. Yeah, he was going to keep that. Then he glanced at the clock and realized he had to leave right now if he wanted to make it to class on time, if not a few minutes late. 

“Ack, gotta run. Thanks for the cookie and stuff!” he cried, dashing out of the café with a smile on his face.

Derek:

A few minutes after Stiles left another customer handed Derek his debit card, which had fallen onto the ground at some point. After preparing that order he pulled it out from where he’d temporarily stashed it under the register and looked at it curiously.

Mieczysław Stilinski. He tried to sound it out and probably butchered it horribly. Well that explained both the nickname itself and its usage. He’d put it somewhere safe and give it to Stiles the next time he came in. Tell the others too in case it was when he wasn’t there. 

Just before he was getting ready to clock out around 12:30 the younger man came barreling back in.

“Hey, I have to run again soon to get back for my third class, but did you happen to—“

Derek pulled out the card with a smirk and Stiles made an exaggerate gesture of relief before reaching over to take it from him. Their fingers brushed and he heard Stiles' heart pick up a bit.

“Th-thanks dude—“ 

“Don’t call me dude.” 

Stiles took a breath and rolled his eyes. 

“Thanks, D. I was trying to grab something to eat for lunch and realized my card was gone.”

“You want a Reuben?” he asked, heading over to the back counter.

“Sure! You know I don’t think I’ve ever actually had one before…” 

Derek whipped around scandalized and narrowed his eyes. 

“You’re not someone who only eats crustless peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and mac n’ cheese and pizza rolls are you?” he asked accusingly.

Stiles rubbed the back of his neck and avoided his gaze.

“I mean, I do like all of those things and eat them pretty regularly, but I like trying other stuff too.”

“Good,” Derek replied firmly. Whew, crisis averted. He quickly assembled the sandwich — thinly sliced corned beef and Swiss cheese with sauerkraut and Russian dressing (not that imposter Thousand Island!) on rye — and placed it on the panini grill, pressing it down. While it was getting all nice and melty- toasty he turned back to the antsy human with a smirk.

“I see why you go by Stiles, but your weird ass name is cool.” 

The younger man blushed and grinned. God, he was pretty.

“Well, you can call me 'M' then, D,” Stiles said, winking.

“Derek,” he whispered confidentially. Fair was fair after all and he liked the idea of him knowing. Dark amber eyes widened and Stiles repeated it under his breath smelling of happiness and other pleasant emotions. Yum.

The timer went off and interrupted the lascivious direction of his thoughts. He put the Reuben straight onto some parchment lined foil, burning himself slightly in the process of course, and rolled it up.

“Here you go, now shoo,” he said, handing Stiles the sandwich. 

“But I have to pay for—“

“Nope. Get out of here. You have 5 seconds. 5…4…3…”

The human laughed and started running. 

“Thanks, Sauerwolf!”

Derek hmphed. “Sauerwolf,” huh? Well, it was better — or at least more creative — than “dude,” but Stiles was definitely getting a frowning poop with flies or a middle finger on his latte next time. 

Stiles:

He was standing in line the following Tuesday and checking his email on his phone when he heard the woman 2 spots ahead of him ask for an almond pear pastry. 

“Sorry, we’re all out,” D replied, not sounding very sorry at all.

He groaned internally. Those were his favorite and he even came in earlier than usual for an off day in hopes of grabbing one while getting his much needed dose of D caffeine. Stiles greeted Derek (he was still giddy about that) and was about to ask what he’d recommend instead when the werewolf set down a latte with a foam face-hugger from Aliens in front of him along with an absolutely scrumptious looking almond pear pastry in typical rough fashion.

A huge grin spread across his face and there was a ghost of a smile on Derek’s lips as well as he rung Stiles up.

“Thanks, dude! You’re the best.”

The Eyebrows™ scrunched together as the werewolf glared at him and extended a singe claw — whoa, he’d never seen any shifting in person before! — making as if to snag back the pastry.

“Derek! You’re the best, Derek!”

The barista huffed and let the nail on his right pointer finger go back to normal. 

“I know. But just call me D when there’s people around. I don’t want all these other yahoos thinking they can use it.”

“Ok, sure. Thanks again, D!”

“You’re welcome, M.”

He headed for his usual table, which luckily became available again while he was in line, feeling fluttery and aglow again. Derek not only knew his favorites in the standard barista-regular way, but bothered to save him food on the chance that he might come in on a given non-early day. Meaning he thought about him when he wasn’t around. Stiles was allowed to use name in private, perhaps implying that there might be less public occasions. 

Or maybe he just meant when the store was slow. Don’t get ahead of yourself, his voice of reason and hope-avoidance warned. Whatever, the werewolf at least clearly liked him even if he wasn’t sure in what way or to what extent. 

When the customer that was before him earlier saw what was on his plate and gave him the stink eye he only smiled back at her and shrugged in a “What-can-you-do?” way. Sorry lady. I happen to be favored of one Derek Hale: Prince of Pastry, Danish Don, Lord of Lattes. She actually went up to complain then and Derek looked her right in the face and said that he had already ordered it before coming in. Stiles had a feeling that the next time the woman came into the shop while he was working that they would have “pre-sold” all of the almond pear pastries then too.

Later when he’d finished the essay he was working on he wandered back to the counter during a post-lunch rush lull before heading out.

“I thought werewolves didn’t lie?”

“Who the hell said that?” Derek asked incredulously. “Lying to werewolves is generally pointless, but we can lie to you guys all we want. I mean, she wasn’t a werewolf nor was anyone else currently in, but if she had been I would’ve simply said that you had a standing order, which is true as far as I’m concerned.”

And with that Derek turned around to ostensibly wash his hands. Were his ears a bit red?

“Bye D,” Stiles called, his stupid heart doing its stupid flips again as the barista did a sharp salute/wave gesture over his shoulder. 

Derek:

When Derek woke up Friday morning more than an hour before his already ridiculous 4:15am alarm he growled in frustration. He’d gotten what, four, maybe five hours of sleep? It was unusually hot in the room and he kicked off the blanket and sheet before groaning and getting out of bed to get some water. Derek had serious words for whoever invented mornings this early. He also pushed down his pajama pants and stepped out of them and then poured himself a glass from the bathroom faucet.

Derek felt slightly better after the cool drink and wet a hand towel to press to his face. He idly scratched at his belly and tried to reach the middle of his back, but couldn’t quite reach .He leaned against the bathroom wall rubbing his back on the cool tile. That helped, but then he felt another one on his upper back and he just pulled off his tank top. He was walking back to the bed to at least rest some more if not sleep before having to actually get up for work when the light bulb in his brain belatedly flickered on.

Oh shit. Feeling hot, thirsty, itchy skin, irritable…well, even more so than usual. And now that he was alert and paying attention, the sense of his body needing something and vague horniness…Goddamnit, he was going into heat! A couple weeks earlier than expected for some reason. Fuck. 

He waited until 4:00 to call Laura and she picked up on the 7th ring.

“Der?” she muttered groggily.

“Hey Laur, sorry but I’m going to need you or Aaron to cover my shift today if you want the store open before 7:30.”

His sister sighed heavily in annoyance, but then must’ve honed in on something in his voice.

“Hey, what’s going on, bro?”

“Heat.”

“Oh shit, isn’t that kinda early?” she asked surprised. He was scheduled for the most likely week off as he’d been pretty regular, but they also had an expectation of flexibility in case it happened the week before or after instead. But this was the week before that.

“Yeah,” he grumbled.

“It’s okay, Der,” she soothed, now sounding more awake. “Is there anything you need before, you know, everything gets started?”

He took a deep breath. God, she and Aaron were going to tease him about it. Then Cora would inevitably find out and be an absolute menace. 

“Der?” 

“Let me know if Stiles comes in,” he mumbled.

There was a pause and then words started tumbling out.

“Oh my god, for real?! Holy crap, Der. Good for you, I didn’t know that—“

Derek shook his head and hung up on her. Moments later he sent her a message:

 Shut up. Love you. Thanksss!

He sighed. Now to wait. Derek couldn’t narrow it down further since he’d been asleep when the symptoms first started, but he now probably had somewhere between 11 hours at most and 6 hours at least before it really kicked in and he became an insatiable mess. 

If Stiles was coming in as usual he’d have to wait another 2-3 hours before he’d know one way or the other. He also needed to make up his mind about whether to spend this heat alone or put a hold on a Service Alpha should the younger man fail to stop by or be either unwilling or unable to do the deed. The many many deeds. 

Derek recoiled at the thought. Neither his human nor wolf side wanted anyone else.  Being without a partner was something of a miserable experience though and would mean an extra day out of commission, 4 or so days instead of 3-ish. It also required having someone, Laura or his mother or perhaps a hired assistant, check on him once or twice a day to make sure that he was okay. Eating and, more importantly, drinking enough fluids among other things. 

But he really didn’t want some no doubt perfectly decent, but not right rando fucking him even if his body would eventually get with the program. No, Derek knew exactly what he wanted and if it came down to it he would rough it out this time. He prayed to the omega gods that it wouldn’t come to that.

Come on, Stiles. 

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#sterek #stiles x derek #derek x stiles #sterek fanfic

[shelbydelrey]

Cappuccino : What’s your middle name?, Mocha : Dream Job?, Caramel Frappe : Favorite video game?,

Thank you for sending an ask, Laur 🤗

☕ What’s your middle name? 

Luiza. It was also my greatgrandmother's middle name and it was supposed to be my first name in homage to her, since she was the woman that raised my father, but my mother's preference for Isabella ended up winning 😅

☕ Dream Job?

Comic book colorist. Filling up the black and white pages with colour sounds like a lot of fun and it's also challenging since there's a need to balance the author's creative vision and colour theory. I actually had the opportunity to graduate in graphic design but unfortunately it didn't concretize.

☕ Favorite video game?

I don't play video games and i never had the interest honestly. I love to watch youtubers suffer through gameplays though 😂 Markiplier and CDawgVA are two that comes to mind 😅

Send me a CAFE ASK!

#askbox #ask game #mutuals

[caramello-styles]

hi my little bean ❣️ how was your week? any fun plans for the weekend? 💜

hiiii laur of my life 🤍 my week was fine, I'm finishing my current watch and for the weekend my sister asked me to try korean dessert cafe in town so we'll see about that if I'm not too lazy to drive lol weekend traffic is hell 😵‍💫 how about youuu my love? are you in london right now?

#laur of my life

[withahappyrefrain]

💌 <3

Laur, I think of a sophisticated, chic cafe when I think of you! You are just so cool and chic, I still don't understand why you follow me ♥️♥️

[builder051]

Starbucks Sunday time again!

Hey, everybody. It's... not been a great week. Mostly family stuff that I don't want to get into, but I'm experiencing some negativities in the mental health department.

In the smallest nutshell, just so you have a hint at how I'm feeling: the manner in which I react to some stimuli, as an autistic person, differs from the manner in which DD and my roommates react to stimuli (sometimes the same stimuli, and sometimes not, because I've run into it and had to deal with it first, if you know what I mean). It feels to me as if all of a sudden many of my reactions and choices of how to work through issues are being criticized and being called 'wrong.' I know there's a lot to learn about public behavior and such, as we have a mostly allistic world, and I'm open to learning. I have some workbooks about this (though I haven't opened them recently). The result of all of this is sad Laur, though I am going to keep plodding along.

Today's plan:

--I have ch.2 of last week's story written out (some), but it needs heavy editing. I'll work on transcribing and writing the content for the length of the session, with the goal of either finishing the fic or ending it in prep for a 3rd chapter.

--I will find an ask game. It's a good time for seasonals. I will try to find one we haven't done yet. :)

--For prompts/inbox-- I need to make a general announcement on appropriate message etiquette, and a refresher of what's in my wheelhouse and what squicks.

After that, PLEASE send me your best Halloween-themed prompts. Structure your ask using specific 'verse and specific characters. I DO NOT deal in overeating/belly kink or erotic vomit play (including self-induced vomiting). Here's what does fly: Alcohol, EDs, Mental Health, PTSD, Parties (careful with that one, though--underage drinking in college is permissible, high school, not so much), the pumpkin spice thing at the cafe, the vet who can't take people moving in shadow...

#starbucks sunday

[lascitasdelashoras]

Pierre Jahan, Cafe Laur

#Pierre Jahan #Cafe Laur

[skirtmag]

Ceinture Laure 

#Ceinture #Laure #Rouje #Belt #cardigan #lace #trousers #details #Lesfillesenrouje #rouje Paris #cafe #paris

[windup-dragoon]

Magical lady au where Kiri works at a bakery/cafe but is also a magical protector. 

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #hyur #kirishimi #I was rambling about this on twitter #every magical girl trope is shoved into this au #except she's an adult with financial responsibilities so she has to suffer working at a cafe with crabby customers #she's also sweet on the sushi chef across the street but she's too busy to talk to him #someone tries to rob the bakery and she'll kick their ass to the curb WITHOUT her powers #Meteion is the reason she has powers along with laurelis and arianna #and Hyth is the bakery's manager

[dinosaurtsukki]

fukuzawa, mori, and fyodor seeing their independent f/s!o crying for the first time

@aida690adriana: Hello. Can I ask for headcannons for Fukuzawa Yukichi, Mori Ogai, Fyodor Dostoyevsky (separately) and their strong and independent fem!s/o, who cried for the first time in his memory? S/o started crying from some trifle (for example, a waiter in a cafe was rude to her). This incident was the last straw, before that she always suppressed tears and did not allow herself to cry, so that she would not be considered weak. Please.

a/n: ooooh ngl this is a bit of a challenging one for me but i have been meaning to write for both fukuzawa and mori, and ofc fyodor is one of my faves so lets go!!

he has always been impressed by your independence and ability to take care of yourself

he's a busy man and as much as he would like to have the time to take care of you more, sadly his work doesn't allow it

although he admires your ability to hold your own, he sometimes worries that you don't truly feel free about expressing your emotions but he's not quite sure about breaching the topic with you yet

fukuzawa used to be apprehensive about you working with him in the ADA but you were just amazing at talking and negotiating with clients that he found your services valuable in the end

a lot of the ADA members look up to you and ask you for help sometimes so you have that reputation

but because of that, you would often pressure yourself to keep up such appearances because you're scared of letting your partner and the other ADA members down

it just so happened that you were having an extremely stressful work day since most of the ADA members were on a mission and you had to take on a lot of clients

one in particular was giving you a hard time and challenging your expertise, asking repeatedly to talk to fukuzawa even though he was out

you were in desperate need of a breather afterwards so you locked yourself in the supply closet out of fear of anyone seeing you cry

the agency office was basically empty at the end of the day but fukuzawa actually came back to fetch something from his office and he couldn't mistake the sounds of you crying in the supply closet

you practically jumped when he opened the door and fukuzawa was just as surprised as you are

the two of you were staring at each other for a bit before he asks "wouldn't you rather stay in my office?"

he knows you don't quite want to talk about things yet so he'll clear the couch in the room for you, set a box of tissues on the coffee table, and busy himself with making tea

and then when you start talking and apologizing about crying in the supply closet he's honestly surprised

fukuzawa would definitely be sweet and reassuring with you and say that even though he's amazed by your independence he doesn't want you to force yourself to be that all the time

"i know that the ADA work is very stressful so feel free to use my office to take a breather anytime"

during work, he sometimes takes the time to check in on you and even makes you coffee in the morning and afternoon

one of the things mori always loved about you was your independence and ability to stand up for yourself. you were rarely shaken by other people

he was always impressed watching you handle things by yourself whenever the two of you were dealing with other organization heads in yokohama

you did know what you were getting into when you got into a relationship with the boss of the port mafia so you didn't want to be someone who'd weigh him down

and that's why you also tried to be useful with mori's work

whenever you had a meeting or an event to attend, you'd have to go to the bathroom to take time and collect yourself before engaging with people

mori prides himself at being good at reading people's feelings and he definitely notices this from you

he's not the type to push things unless you initiate them. but sometimes he finds time to usher you away so you have time to breathe

whenever you and mori go to events you always encounter a rude guest or two who'd question your place by the port mafia boss's side

usually you're able to argue with them until they're unable to speak but you're exhausted by the night you've had and the rude guest is just picking you apart

finally, you just can't take it from them anymore and rush to the bathroom

mori, of course, notices your absence decides to wait for you outside while you're trying to fix yourself and make it look like you weren't crying

your eyes are still red when you decide to leave the bathroom and of course you're shocked to see mori out there

he doesn't miss the look on your face and quickly asks about what happened

you're a bit intimidated being so vulnerable in front of mori but he wraps an arm around your waist and takes you somewhere quieter where you reluctantly talk about what was bothering you

after you finish talking mori just gently puts his hands on your shoulders

"do you want me to take care of them for you?"

despite how dangerous his voice sounds you end up laughing at that and mori's kind of puzzled but relieved to see you feel slightly better

he reassures you with the fact that you don't have to involve yourself with mafia work and he won't love you any less for it UwU

you were always drawn to fyodor because of how easily he was able to read you and connect with your thoughts

it's something that you found useful in your relationship since you weren't used to openly communicating your thoughts or emotions and because of that you came off as more 'independent' to other people

when you're around him you actually find yourself relaxing a little because he has a good handle on what you're feeling or what you really want

he likes to assure you that he doesn't mind you being vulnerable around him or asking for help (that is if he's not busy with his usual work)

one of the downsides to being with fyodor though was that he was always busy and the two of you could only go on dates around once or twice a month

so whenever he invited you for dinner it was always a big deal for you and you especially looked forward to them so you liked to spend a bit of time getting ready

it was no surprise when fyodor texted that he was going to be a bit late. you were used to it since he had stuff to do and you pulled up your phone or a book to pass the time while waiting at the table

you booked the reservation in advance anticipating this and you thought it was fine but then you noticed that one of the waiters would visit your table a bit too often

at first the questions sounded like concern 'are you alright? is there anything you'd like to order first?' but then they later became a bit more pushy

then they started making side comments about how your date maybe just ditched you and that you should go home already even though you knew very well fyodor was on his way

eventually, it became a bit much and their comments got to you so you started getting ready to leave while quietly blinking back tears when fyodor finally shows up

he's concerned when he sees your teary face which you quickly try to conceal but he strokes your hand gently to try to calm you down

immediately he suspects that it was because of something someone says and as much as he wants to hurt them, fyodor knows that you need the attention first

when you apologize for crying in front of him, he just blinks and says that you never have to apologize for doing that

he's not the best at comforting in general but he gently asks if you would rather order and eat at home with him instead

fyodor knows you missed him a lot (and he missed you but he's not gonna say that out loud yet) so he pays more attention to you for the rest of the night

he makes it a point now to arrive at dinner dates a bit earlier

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[lollypopsx]

I’ve had this blog for a few months and I’ve never been so happy with a decision I’ve made.

I’ve done writing which I never thought I’d ever do again since school and I’ve found some of the most incredible people, who’s love I will hold for however long my lifetime is.

So from my home to yours, Merry Christmas ❤️

I’m also 6 away from 1K🥺 and I’d be so grateful to hit 1K this weekend ❤️

@damnasstyles @beachwood-cafe @harryssweatcreaturee @marvelous-harry @emlovesharrystyles @harryhoney-bee @swiftmendeshoran @thismaydestroyme @finelinevogue @mindofharry @evanjh @watermelonlovershigh @adore-laur @hibaiqbal12 @fkinavocado @rommahh @manifestrry

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #lollypopsx #nearly at 1K #my sunflowers

[singledadjack]

@twtasjack @treatbuckywkisses @strawberryystyles @jacks-cafe @lcandothisallday @rottenforharlow @laur-sogolden @harryssweatcreaturee @harlowsconfetti

#love you #muah

[sunflowervolvimp3]

Wait leyla how is 42hoursrry and y/n doing??? They have their own wedding yet?

omg it’s been like 18 months maybe 🥺 ok ok i think. i think!!!! ok i don’t think they’d be married yet BUT i do think they’re getting serious and are now like. seriously planning their lives together. arguing about whose apartment they’re going to move into. debating about furniture. harry’s adamant that his collection of hard rock cafe t-shirts should have its own drawer. y/n is determined to paint the kitchen yellow. they finally decide to compromise by looking for an entirely new apartment together but that leads to a whole new list of arguments about location and what must haves are (“you’d take a parking garage over an in unit washer and dryer???? are you fucking kidding me, styles?????” “i don’t want to expose stevie to the elements!!” “what elements???? we live in california, not connecticut!!!!!!!!”). laure and jo are still exasperated with both of them but it’s more endearing now. they have matching pyjamas and slipper socks that they wear for movie nights but every movie night they do has to be a double feature so that they both get to watch a movie they want to. y/n consistently falls asleep five minutes into the second one but harry doesn’t mind. they’re thriving

#42 hours #blurb

[officialleehadan]

#33 prompt, Laure ( celeb), victor and Teucer as fam girls..

33. celebrity/fan au

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"Hey, give her some space!"

Laure was trying not to panic. She was usually better about flying under the radar, but someone had recognized her when she ran down to the cafe to pick up her breakfast, and suddenly there were people everywhere, all shouting for her attention.

The fate of an A-List actress in a small town.

Her rescuer, or rather rescuers plural turned out to be a pair of tall men, both in expensive suits. They muscled their way between her and the crowd, and glared everyone down.

"Hey there," one of them, blonde and charming, with the slightest hint of Norway in his accent, promised. "Teucer will deal with them. I'm Victor. You okay?"

"Fine," Laure said. She forced a smile and straightened. "I'm used to it."

"No one should have to be used to that," Victor said kindly, and offered his arm like a gentleman. "I work in private security. Teucer handles the kind of legal work that makes people cry into their coffee. We're not the type to fawn."

"That makes you two my new favorite people," Laure said, and took his arm. "You know, I think I might be in the market for some security, and that was a pretty good audition. Why don't you tell me all about that?"

#Write #writer #written #writing prompt #prompt #prompts #story #novel #fantastic #romance #romantic #love #fantasy #magic #magical #spilled ink #spilled writing #spilled romance #spilled feelings #supernatural #writeblr #lee hadan #pretty #art #artistic #music #inspiration

[lauredeschamps]

where; a French cafe somewhere whom; Rita @lamoonlux​

Laure liked this place, it reminded them of home. Th cooper bangles on their arm felt cold and reassuring. With the engagement and all its drawn-out spectacle was wearing on them. Plus, it was so dreary here. They missed the sun and the sea. 

“Oh!” Laure recognized the woman who had just walked in. David spoke fondly of his coworkers, especially his favorites. He spoke highly of Ms. Skeeter. “Oh, you are Ms. Skeeter, non? The reporter? Eat with me?”

--

#c: rita #rita.1 #rita skeeter #lamoonlux