Sterek One Shots

The Tattoo Parlor

Stiles POV
Scott and I are currently heading to a tattoo parlor. He convinced me to get the same meaningless tattoo as him. You could say that I'm nervous.. I fainted when SCOTT got a tattoo. SCOTT. So, when the needle is on me, and I'll feel the, "ripping through my skin needle" pain, I'm probably gonna pass out. And that'll make me look like a total dork. Hopefully the person giving me the tattoo won't be hot. If they're hot, I'm screwed.

"Earth To Stiles, we're here!" I hear Scott say. My legs just aren't getting out of my jeep. I look over at Scott, who looks impatient.

"Now or never, buddy ol' pal." Scott says as he drags me out of the car. I walk very slowly, so that maybe if I walk slow enough Scott will just let me go home.

"You aren't backing down now Stiles. Let's go." Guess that tactic didn't work. Scott opens the door for me and walks to the front desk to get me an appointment, because he knows I won't. I look around and sigh. How does Scott always drag me into these things?

As I walk into the tattoo parlor my mouth drops. Shit. The guy at the front desk is hot. Like, drool worthy hot. I take a deep breath in, and walk to him. Scott leads the way, obviously.

"Hi, we're here for this guys appointment." Scott says as he points to me. Oh my god, can he get any more dorky? Especially in front of this God of a human? Kill me now. Please, PLEASE don't be the one doing my tattoo.

"Great, I'll be doing your tattoo today, my name is Derek. Come right this way to the first chair." He smiles at me. GREAT. Just fucking great.

He leads me to the chair, and I fall into the chair, like I mean LITERALLY fall into the chair. He giggles. The cutest fucking giggle I have ever heard. I cross my legs... Just in case something happens to my pants.

"Alright, so what are we going to be doing?" Derek asks.

"He would like the exact same tattoo as this one. Same place." He points to his right arm.

"Great. Let me get the needle started." He turns on the needle. He then picks it up, and as he's inches away from my arm, I freak out.

I jump up, and run out of that place, back to the jeep. I feel it coming on... A panic attack. I breathe in and out as best as I can, but it's hard. I fall on my knees and try my best to breathe, but I can't. I look up at the place and see Scott, and.. Derek? Running towards me. I'm trying to breathe. BREATHE stilinski breathe!!!

"He needs to hold his breath, for him to calm down!" Scott yells. Derek quickly springs into action, and crashes his lips onto mine. All I can think of is how sweet his lips are, how soft, and I melt into the kiss. He then pulls away, and I look at him with my tear stained face.

Derek looks at me, his hair messy, his lips pink, his cheeks red. I love it.

"Scott said you needed to stop breathing... To calm down." He said softly

"Yeah.. Thanks. I don't think needles are for me." I chuckled.

"I'm glad I could help." He said smiling.

"Yeah. Me Too." I say, smiling. For once a panic attack ended well. Really well.