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Steal My Girl

Ready to Run

Where Do Broken Hearts Go

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Girl Almighty

Fool's Gold

Night Changes

No Control

Fireproof

Spaces

Stockholm Syndrome 

Clouds

Change Your Ticket

Illusion

Once in a Lifetime

Act My Age

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Walking up to the guy is more nerve-wracking than the time he'd dropped the turkey Mrs. McCall had spent literal hours making during the Thanksgiving disaster of 2011.

"Uh," he coughs awkwardly, and the guy turns to face him. He sputters a little, his hands fumbling at the hem of his shirt nervously because, oh god, he's even more arresting up close, with a jaw that could probably cut through steel, and clear green-grey eyes. "Hi, uh," he squints at the nametag for a brief second. "Derek. Hi," he finishes lamely.

Derek's mouth twitches slightly. "Hello," he says graciously. "How can I help you?"

Stiles flushes, and he wrings his hands nervously.

"I was looking for the condoms?"

Derek's eyebrows fly up, and there's a flash of surprise on his face (something Stiles takes offense to, mind you) before it disappears under a neutral mask of professionalism. Derek can't seem to hide the flush dusting his cheeks, however, and Stiles lets it slide because it's possibly one of the cutest things he's ever seen.

"Of course," Derek coughs, avoiding Stiles' eyes. "Right this way." He gently sets the canned tuna back into his cart and glances over his shoulder to see if Stiles is paying attention.

Stiles is, of course, but maybe not to Derek's face. He was distracted by something far lower. Derek clears his throat and Stiles goes red, his eyes flying up to meet Derek's before darting away just as quickly.

They walk in fairly relative silence, and when they reach the condom aisle, Derek lifts a hand to scratch at his head awkwardly. It's very endearing.

"Did you need any help choosing?" he asks finally, blinking earnestly at Stiles.

Stiles grins easily, the nerves rushing back into his body and disappearing all at once. This he can do. "Whichever ones you usually use," he smirks, and doesn't miss the way Derek's eyes darken just that little bit.

He steps closer, and Stiles feels his stomach clench in anticipation. He's not prepared for the way Derek leans closer, brushing his mouth against Stiles' ear, and murmurs, "Tell your friends you'll see them later. I'll be waiting in the back room."

Stiles stands there, stunned, as Derek draws back, smiling smugly. He's got a box of Trojans in his hands, beginning to walk away calmly. He doesn't look back once.

With shaky hands, Stiles pulls his phone out of his pocket, and nearly drops it in surprise when he hears Erica yell out,

"Just go!"