Sterek Library (a03 Edition)

Hot Chocolate Eyes With Fluffy Marshmallow Speckles

By: FrailYard

Summary:   Derek would like to say that he remembers the order because he’s never seen a grown man being so serious and unashamed whilst ordering a cup of hot chocolate with extra whipped cream, which he respects. That and the fact that he has been coming in to order it twice a week, not that he’s counting.

Derek definitely doesn’t remember it because the thought that popped into his mind when he was first faced with the beautiful creature was that his eyes looked like two warm pools of steaming hot chocolate.

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Or: Derek is a barista who can’t get over the cute guy that keeps ordering hot chocolate with extra cream, and Stiles is obsessively drinking hot chocolate just to see the hot barista behind the counter ant his campus coffee shop.

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“What can I get you?”

“One hot chocolate with extra whipped cream, please”

Derek grabs a cup and fills it in with the relative information like he didn’t already know the order by heart.

He would like to say that he remembers the order because he’s never seen a grown man being so serious and unashamed whilst ordering hot chocolate, which he respects. That and the fact that he has been coming in to order it twice a week, not that Derek’s counting.

No, Derek doesn’t remember it because the guy has cute mop of brown, well ruffled, bed-head, or because he has moles scattered across his skin that Derek wants to play connect the dots with, or because his smile could make you melt.

And Derek definitely doesn’t remember it because the thought that popped into his mind when he was first faced with the beautiful creature was that his eyes looked like two warm pools of steaming hot chocolate, which wasn’t even true as they were closer to a neat whiskey colour. Still, the hot chocolate eyes felt like a more homey comparison, so that’s what he was dubbed in Derek’s head.

But he was still sure that he just remembers him because he’s one of the few polite college students that pass through the coffee shop on campus. Probably.

But it’s not like he can just prepare the order before asking it, that would be way too creepy especially since he must be a good 4-5 years older than him. He was fairly sure that 25 year olds should not be crushing on collage students.

So, he asks Chocolate-eyes what he wants in vain every time he comes in, even though he hasn’t changed his order once, more than to ask for an extra drizzle of chocolate sauce on top that Derek somehow keeps forgetting to charge him for.

“Anything else?” Derek asks after clearing his throat, realising he’s been staring at the cup for to long.

“No thanks” the guy fills in.

“Right” Derek says, because of course he can’t handle awkward tension. “That will be three-seventy“ he tries to save himself and rings the man up before turning a around and starting to make drink.

Upon receiving it the guy takes it over to the lid/spice/spoon station and Derek can’t help but look as he pours an excessive amount of cinnamon and cardamon on top of the already heavy cream layer.

He holds back a smile as Chocolate-eyes takes a sip and let’s out a content noise.

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Stiles has a problem with hot chocolate, and he is man enough to admit that.

He’d liked it all his childhood, drinking it on winter days with his best friend Scott, even though it never got that cold in Beacon Hills as far as winter days go. Still, he’d drink it as often as he could and as his mother would let him, which sadly wasn’t often enough according to an 8-year old.