Stydia One Shots

New Pack (part 2)

"We have to what?" Lydia asked irritably, staring at her new alpha, Scott, with her brows knitted. He just closed his eyes and gave a heavy sigh.

"Listen, I know you've never been part of a pack before, but this is actually quite reasonable. Some packs even make you cut off a finger." He reasoned, giving her a nice smile.

"There is no way in hell I'm-"

"Lyds!" Stiles yelled, raising his eyebrows at her. They had a small battle of expressions, but she finally gave in.

"Fine." Lydia rolled her eyes."But do we have to get it on our bicep?" She asked, looking to the McCall Pack symbol on his arm. Then, Allison bounced in, holding up her wrist, where the same two rings were, just around the spot just below her hand.

"Of course not! You can get it wherever you want. Just don't be a dumbass like Isaac and get it around your torso. Took Kira forever, and we had to get out the blow torch." She groaned, slinging an arm around Scott. Stiles' mouth fell open on the word blow torch.

Lydia couldn't help but chuckle, thinking that this pack seemed more like a family than anything. Her heart warmed at the thought of being part of a group like this, and cursed herself for putting off joining a pack for so long, no matter how many times Stiles proposed it.

She just didn't want to run into the same problems that he brought her in high school.

Someone popped up and tapped her on the shoulder, and Lydia and Stiles whirled around, to see the tiny Asian girl named Kira, with eyes that seemed to flicker like lightning. "Hi, you two are the new members right?" She said with a bubbly voice, and Lydia and Stiles nodded their heads.

"Follow me." Said Kira, turning her back to them and down a hallway past a couple old doors, before crossing through an archway into what looked like a multi-purpose room.

The paint on the walls was dry and cracking, revealing a rich timber underneath. The floor was the same creaky oak floorboards that was assumed to be in the rest of the house. There was a black chair and tattoo station parked next to it, along with a dirty old lamp in the corner and a worn desk with an ancient looking desk top computer.

Kira was already sitting as they looked around the room, readying the tattoo gun. She pulled on two black gloves after that, looking to the pair.

"So, who's going first?" Kira asked, and Lydia pushed Stiles forward, despite his complaints. After some arguing, he finally sat down in the chair as he put up his left arm up on the table, saying he wanted the pack mark right below his elbow. Kira shaved the band around his arm, then cleaned the area with rubbing alcohol.

Lydia walked over and sat on the ground next to him, giving a reassuring smile. He wearily grinned back, taking deep breathes as he eyed the needle.

"You're gonna do great, ok? It'll be over before you know it." Kira said as she finished outlining the tattoo in ballpoint pen. Lydia took his other hand and squeezed it, knowing his fear for needles. She turned head towards him.

"Just look at me, alright? Look into my eyes. Focus on my voice. Think about how kickass you're going to look." She said, and he let out a nervous laugh. Stiles' face instantly paled as he heard the rum of the tattoo gun. He squeezed Lydia's hands even harder as he could feel it reaching closer and closer and-

Lydia groaned as his eyes just and his head slumped sideways.

"Fucking Stiles." She cursed, slapping his cheek to see if she could wake him. "Just keep going," Said Lydia to Kira, and the artist began the tattoo.