Sterek One Shots (boyxboy)

Is It Moving Too Fast

Is It Moving Too Fast (If I Feel I've Known You All My Life) by normalcatbehaviour
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"Holy fuck, Lydia," Stiles gasps, gripping Lydia by the arm. "Oh my god, oh my God."

"Stiles, remove your hand before I remove it for you," Lydia says not bothering to look up from the book she's currently reading.

"Sorry," Stiles says, quickly taking his hand away. He knows not to ignore Lydia's threats, her nails are sharp. "But, Lydia, it's him. It's hot tattoo guy!"

Lydia turns the page pointedly, looks over to Stiles for a second, her face the picture complete disinterest, before going back to her book.

"Why is he here?" Stiles continues, undeterred "Why is he behind the desk? Oh my God, hot tattooed librarian. I'm going to marry him. Lydia, will you please stop reading for one second to look at my future husband?!"

Lydia sighs before marking her place on the page and looking up.

"I swear to Gosh, Stilinski, I'm never coming to the library with you again when I have actual work to do. I'm never going to get all my summer reading done in time if you keep distracting me with - oh wow, he really is hot. Damn."

Stiles mentally fist pumps.

"I told you!" Stiles says victoriously. "Gosh, I think he actually got hotter. How is this fair?"

"Life isn't fair," Lydia says plainly. "Now either stop talking or go far, far away where I can't hear you."

Stiles does the wise thing and makes a hasty retreat home. He has a lot to think about.

-

It had all started with Scott wanting a tattoo.

"I'm finally old enough. It's happening, and you're coming with me, no arguments," Scott had said. "I'll even hold your hand, ok?"

"I'm pretty sure we're getting the hand holding backwards," Stiles had laughed, "but alright. I guess I'll endure being around needles for you, bro."

"Aw, Stiles," Scott had cooed. "If that's not true friendship I don't know what is."

Stiles had tackled him to the floor, sat on him, and refused to move until Scott had begged for mercy.

A week later, Stiles' amazing powers of internet research had led them to Triskele Tattoo, just outside Beacon Hills.

"You're sure you want to do this?" he'd asked Scott. "Because tattoos are hot as fuck I'll admit, but like, it's ok to change your mind if you're unsure or, you know, feeling a bit sick already at the thought of a needle puncturing you skin over and over-"

"I'm sure, Stiles," Scott has interrupted, rolling his eyes slightly. "Come on, I'm not even getting the tattoo today, just talking through the design and setting up an appointment. You can do this, Stiles."

Scott grabbed his hand, tried unsuccessfully to tug him forward slightly, before turning to stand face to face with Stiles, eyes widening slightly. Oh, no. He wasn't. He wouldn't bring out the big guns for this - damn it, he had.

"Curse you and your puppy dog eyes, Scott McCall," Stiles had huffed, before following Scott inside.

He only made it a few steps in, though, before he froze. There, behind the reception desk, was the most beautiful man Stiles had ever seen. He almost wished that was an exaggeration, because he was pretty sure he was drooling, but he's almost certain it wasn't .

The man was gorgeous; scruffy beard, beautiful eyes, adorable little ears, arms that could give hawkeye a run for his money, chest hair sneaking out of his v-neck and so many tattoos.