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The president had been to the point when he explained to Derek the rules of the job.

Stiles was in the room while these rules were recited: Never take your eyes off of him in public. That’s how he liked to dodge his last bodyguards. No more than an arm's length apart. He’s more slippery than you’d think. Escort him to and from appearances. Intervene in any situation that might tarnish the Stilinski image...

Coming home from college, the last thing Stiles expected was to be stopped by a hot muscled stranger wearing a BHPD uniform, and he was totally ready to blast the guy in the face if he turned out to be yet another kidnapper looking to get his hands on a young active Spark.

For a moment, Derek can’t breathe.

Because moles aren’t the only thing marring the pale skin of Stiles’ neck. Oh no, that’s –

– that’s a bond bite. A bond bite which Stiles definitely did not have yesterday, and which appears to have roughly the same dimensions as Derek’s own mouth.

Shit.

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"So, I tried,” Stiles started with an apologetic shrug. “Looks like we're stuck here until we complete the game.”

Derek huffed, Stiles was sure it was another one of his almost-laughs.

"Your mouth usually serves to get us into trouble, not out. I would have surprised me if that had worked.”

He shuts his apartment door behind him and hears Scott say, “I found him like this.”

“What are you–?” Stiles turns to see Derek sitting in the middle of the living room floor. Pages and pages of Stiles’ handwriting scattered around him. He doesn’t move for a couple beats.

Derek knows what it feels like to not really have a choice, what it's like to be manipulated. He'd never take away someone's right to choose freely. The fear of even accidentally doing so is enough to hold him back from acting on his own feelings.

Stiles has never had a problem making his own choices, and fuck anyone who would try to tell him he can't.

Every other Saturday, two students would visit this diner. They’d sit together, face to face, on that table two spaces away from the jukebox and literally beside the store’s enormous glass window.

They were like any other students, really.

“When I said you should make a move, I did not mean resort to petty theft.”

Derek tries not to cringe and fails spectacularly. Good thing no one’s around to see it. He stares down at the blue umbrella he’s twirling around in his hand, specifically at the tiny blue bird charm dangling off the handle and grumbles, “It’s not like I planned this, Laura.”

Prompt: “You can’t get tattooed drunk, come back in the morning and if you still want my name on your ass we’ll talk” AU

Stiles and Scott just graduated college. Stiles may or may not have had a little too much to drink, and he may or may not have dragged Scott into a wolf-friendly tattoo parlor to get tattoos, where he may or may not have encountered a gorgeous tattoo artist who should really just put his name on Stiles.

He wants to text Scott again, say that hey, on second thought, maybe the guy is really a serial killer, and to pleasepleaseplease do something. Unfortunately, the man would easily be able to read Stiles’ phone from his position, unless he awkwardly angled it away.

His skins starts to crawl when he sees the elevator is still four floors from his apartment. He could do an emergency stop, or push the button for the next floor, but the sudden change would look even more suspicious. Normally he dreads being stuck in the elevator with old Mrs. Matthews, but what he wouldn’t give right now to have her and her yappy little Chihuahua bustle in on the next floor…

He’s wrapped up in his thoughts when all the sudden one of the dogs gives a low growl, and a sharp, gruff voice orders, “Sit.”

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He looked over at the younger man, hands moving with surprising grace as he cut up a pepper. The light was soft in the kitchen, causing his long eyelashes to cast shadows on his pale cheeks. Derek’s eyes took in the moles scattered on his face and down his neck like stars spread out against the sky. His eyebrows were pulled down as he concentrated, making his nose scrunch up in a way that Derek could only describe as adorable.

Stiles scooped up the dices of pepper and dropped it in the large silver bowl in front of Derek. His tongue poked out of the side of his mouth as he moved on to the next pepper. Derek felt mesmerized.

Stiles was captivating. His mind was echoing with the words, “You are so beautiful.”