I'm Not A Hero //Stiles Stilinski x Reader

𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨

"Boy, it's a good thing you drew me a picture." The tattoo artist looked at the photo Scott brought which was just two bands he wanted around his arm

"Hey, Scott, sure you don't want something like this?" Stiles shower him a photos of a tattoo that looked like the kanima warning a glare from both of his friends "Too soon?"

"Yeah." Y/n pushed the photo away

"I don't know, man, are you sure about this?" Stiles questioned "I mean, these things are pretty permanent, you know"

"I'm not changing my mind."

"Okay, but why two bands?" Stiles furrowed his brows at his best friend

"I just like it." He shrugged

"But don't you think your first tattoo should have some sort of meaning, you know, or something?" Stiles asked

"Getting a tattoo means something." Y/n looked at Stiles

"I don't think that's-"

"he's right, tattooing goes back thousands of years." The tattoo artist nodded "The tahitian word "tatua" means "to leave a mark." Like a rite of passage."

"Yeah, you see? He gets it." Scott pointed towards the man

"He's covered in tattoos, Scott" he looked over at the man "literally"

"Okay, you ready?" He looked at scott "You ain't got any problems with needles, do you?"

"Nope." He shook his head

"Him in the other hand" y/n faced stiles he bet that he wasnt going to pass out. If he does y/ngets 5 bucks

"I tend to get a little squeamish though, so-" stiles looked closer "woah okay" in s split second stiles fell to the ground with a thud

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"Oh, man." Scott groaned as they climbed into the car

"You okay?" Y/n asked before looking to stiles who was holding an ice pack to his head

"Kinda burns." Scott looked confused

"Yes, you just had your skin stabbed about 100,000 times with a needle." Stiles's eyebrows furrowed slightly

"Yeah, but I don't think it's supposed to feel like this." Scott began to panic and he shot up in his seat making y/n jump back a bit "Oh, God. No, it's definitely not supposed to feel like this. Oh, I gotta take this thing off."

Stiles's eyes went wide and he shook his head "No, no, no, no, Scott. Oh, Scott, please stop."

"Whoa, whoa." Y/n covered her face

"Oh, no, what?" Scott gained y/ns attention and she looked up to see the tattoo fading "No, no, come on. It healed."

"Ah, thank God." Stiles let out shamelessly "I hated it." Scott: and y/n gave him a look "Sorry."

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"Nah, we agreed to give each other the summer... no texts, no calls." Scott shook his head

"So then how do you know she won't be back at school then?" Stiles looked ahead ad they drove, the streets almost empty but his head turned to see Allison and Lydia in the car next to them, y/n followed his gaze

"After everything that happened, I'm not sure she's coming back at all." Scott sighed

"I think she is." Stiles shrugged

"I'd say pretty definite, you know. Like one hundred percent." Y/n tapped Scots shoulder so he'd look out the window

"Oh, my God." Scott let out and he leaned back in the seat