If you're still accepting themes, perhaps a detective Stiles theme? I enjoy reading your ficlets and there aren't that many high quality detective Stiles stories? Idk
I don’t know if this counts as a high quality, but I gave it a shot!
Running a coffee shop slash bakery in the heart of Beacon Hills’ busy shopping center meant that Derek met all sorts of characters.
There was Erica Reyes, a tattoo artist who was fond of red lipstick and shared Derek's affinity for leather jackets, though hers were much more stylish than his. She was also one of the most badass people he had ever met, his sisters and his mother in the same category.
She liked caramel lattes and apple pie muffins.
There was Boyd who vehemently insisted that he just go by his surname, glowering at anyone who attempted to use his first name. He was a history teacher at the local community college, usually stopping by in the morning before class, even more stoic than Derek.
He took his coffee black, occasionally ordering a dark chocolate chip cookie.
And there was Isaac Lahey, an artist who could only be described as introverted and a bit moody. Derek never saw him without a scarf wrapped around his neck, no matter how hot or humid it was.
He always ordered s’mores flavored drinks, not having any preference for hot or cold, and some chocolate scones.
Then, there was Stiles. Like Boyd, he only went by a name different than his own given one, though he claimed that it was because his first name was unpronounceable.
He came into the shop at all hours of the night with dark bags under his eyes and an air of exhaustion and frustration surrounding him like a dark cloud. Most of the time he took his coffee to but sometimes he stayed.
Those times, he would take a seat at a table for two and linger for a few hours, taking his time sipping his mochas and Americanos. He never seemed to be in a rush like most customers, instead content to just relax in the coffee shop for awhile.
He had a thing for chocolate glazed donuts and cherry pie, always ordering seconds when he was in the mood for food. It was rather gratifying, proving that all of the time and hard work Derek had put into perfecting his recipes.
There was a betting pool among Derek and his sisters about what Stiles’ profession actually was. Cora thought he must be an office worker who worked late while Laura thought he was certain that he was a serial killer.
Derek guessed that Stiles was worked in some sort of IT department due to his obvious affinity for all kinds of gadgets and gizmos. But he never had the nerve to actually ask Stiles what he did, let alone talk to him at all. Until Stiles came in when only Derek was working.
“So… Late night?” Derek asked conversationally as he refilled Stiles’ cup of mocha.
“Yeah, kinda goes with the job,” Stiles explained. At Derek's curious look, he rucked his shirt up to reveal the gun holstered to his hip. “I'm a detective.”
Derek could not believe he had lost yet another bet.
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