Teen Wolf Imagines

Tattoo

You rested your head in Lydia's lap, your legs draped over Peter. The whole pack was lounged around, conversation bouncing from topic to topic.

Honestly it was a rare moment, one you all cherished dearly. Until Scott opened his mouth.

"There is no way in heaven, hell or purgatory I'm getting that monstrosity on my arm," you growled at Scott.

"Well, it doesn't have to be on your arm."

Deadpanned, you responded, "You think I have a problem with the loca-did you no just hear what I said?"

"Cmon (y/n). It's the pack symbol it'll be nice to have something that bonds us together."

"You mean something other than the already established connection between the Aplha and his pups?" Peter asked sarcastically.

"It's really not that bad! Derek's getting one."

"That's because Derek has no taste in aesthetics what so ever."

"Hey!"

"You could have literally chosen anything else. You know, maybe a symbol with some history behind it. Or a cool design of the moon or something. But it just had to be two lines around your arm, didn't it?"

"You say that like it's a boring choice..." He pouted.

"It is!" you, Stiles and Peter shouted.

"And he paid like what... 200 dollars for it?" 

"It wasn't his that expensive, Stiles."

You scoffed, "Yeah, I would imagine. Something with such little creativity couldn't cost more than like 50."

"30," Peter chimed.

"Really guys? Lydia?"

She slowly shook her head. "Nope
Staying out of this."

"Stiles! You were there, you liked it at first?" he asked desperately.

"Uuuh, pal, I tried talking you out of going to sourwolf to get it burned back on."

"Burned back on?"

"Yeah, makes sense. Werewolves have a healing factor, remember? You'd have to scar the tissue for it to remain visible," Peter explained.

You stared with disbelief at your friend, everyone else enjoying the drama that took place.

"So you're telling me.... you paid 200 dollars-"

"It wasn't 200-"

"- for a shitty tattoo, knowing youd have to literally burn it into your arm... YOU PICKED THE SHITTIEST TATTOO IN THE HISTORY OF TATTOOS YOU BAFOON!"

"I didn't know it would disappear," he whined, looking around the room for some form of support.

"Of course you didn't. You're an idiot. As we've established."

Silence ensued.

You glared at him.

"I am not getting it, Scott. I am nooooot." You whined in return, the entire pack burst out laughing as you pouted.

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