Teen Wolf: The Second McCall (Male Reader Insert)

Ch. 1 - Tattoo

Currently, Scott, Stiles, and Y/N were waiting inside a tattoo shop. Scott had saved up his allowance money to get a tattoo on his left arm and sat patiently as the tattooist looked at the drawing he made that he wanted tattooed.

" Boy, it's a good thing you drew me a picture," the man said sarcastically as Scott smiled. Stiles flipped through a picture book of things people had gotten tattooed on them until he came across an image that brought up recent events. He showed it to Y/N, who chuckled.

" Hey, Scott," Y/N called. Scott looked over to his brother and Stiles, as Stiles flipped the book around, revealing the image.

" You sure you don't want something like this?" The image revoked very similar looks to the Kanima, recalling the event they had been through the previous semester. Scott gave him a look that screamed "really?". " Too soon? Yeah." Stiles tossed the book back to Y/N, who decided to flip through the pages himself. " I don't know man, these things are pretty permanent, you know?" Stiles asked, looking at Scott, who shook his head.

" I'm not changing my mind." Scott declared. Y/N smiled at his brother's determination.

" Awesome, but why two bands?" Stiles asked, to which Scott shrugged.

" I just like it."

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

" Getting a tattoo does means something, Stiles," Y/N explained, as he put the booklet down.

" He's right. Tattooing goes back thousands of years.  The Tahitian word tatau means, to leave a mark. Like a rite of passage." The tattooist explained. Y/N gestured to the tattooist in victory.

" See, he gets it," Y/N stated, as Scott nodded.

" He's covered in tattoos, guys.  Literally." Stiles countered.

" Kay, you ready?  You, uhm, ain't got any problems with needles do ya?" The tattooist asked Scott, to which he shook his head no. The Tattooist took that as a sign to begin.

" I tend to get a little squeamish though so..." Stiles began as he watched, and slowly felt the blood rush to his head. Y/N was quick enough to catch him before he collapsed onto the floor and sat him on another chair.

A little while later, the three climbed into the jeep, and Scott looked down at his bandaged arm. Y/N from the back saw the pain in his brother's face.

" You good, buddy?" he asked. Scott shook his head.

" Kinda burns," Scott answered. Stiles nodded like it was obvious.

" Yes. You just had your skin stabbed about a hundred thousand times by a needle." Stiles explained. Scott shook his head in defiance.

" Yeah, but I don't think it's supposed to feel like this." Scott tried to reason until his whole arm began to burn. " Oh god no! It's definitely not supposed to feel like this."

" Uh oh. Hey-" Y/N tried to calm his brother down.

" I gotta take it off." Scott declared as he began to remove the bandage. Stiles looked away.

" Nonono no Scott please... stop!" Stiles moaned. With the bandage removed, the two others were able to see the effect of Scott's tattoo being healed right before them.

" Woah." Stiles and Y/N said in unison.

" Oh no. What? Nono come on..." Scott begged, but slowly and surely, the tattoo disappeared. " It healed," Scott stated.

" Ah... Thank god. I hated it." Scott and Y/N looked at Stiles in shock. " Sorry." he apologized as he started the jeep. Later, as the drive began to calm down from the tattoo healing, Y/N decided it was time to ask a big question once they hit a red light.