Hi!! So I've decided to post this little funny imagine before "You Okay? [Part 2]" simply because it isn't ready yet:) I'm thinking about making "A normal day with Stiles" a series! They would be some extra imagines that I would write when I have more free time:)
It's been a long time since you wanted a tattoo. When you saw Scott's, you immediately wanted one. You thought about what you wanted to get and you finally decided to draw it yourself.
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It was really representative of you. So today, Stiles brought you to the tattoo shop. Even though he hated needles to death, he came with you because he loves you. As simple as that.
You entered in the shop, overexcited. We told you to take a seat. Stiles asked you a 100 times if you were sure about this and you answered yes every time. Then, the man who was going to take care of making your tattoo arrived in the room. He prepared the needle and cleaned your arm. Stiles was looking at all the tattoo models on the walls. When he heard the sound of the needle, he turned around and saw it was already into your skin. He scratched his cheek by nervousness. He looked carefully at the needle moving and leaving ink into your skin. At the sight of this pure nightmare (for him obviously), he slowly became dizzy. Really dizzy. In a second, he fell to the floor and passed out.
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"Stiles?" You asked when his eyes were starting to open slowly.
He tried to get up a bit too quickly so his sore head brought him down on the couch.
"Oh my god, that hurts... Wh-what happened?" He said with a weird face.
You chuckled softly and shook your head. He understood.
"I passed out, didn't I?" He asked.
"Yes you did!" You laughed.
He made a "mad puppy" face and you smiled. You brought your fingers to his head and began playing with his hair. He looked at you.
"Alright, let's go home." You told him. You kissed his forehead and you got up from the chair you were sitting on to help Stiles up.
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~ In front of the Jeep ~
"Stiles, for the last time, give me the keys."
"You're not driving this Jeep, Y/N. I can do it, I swear!" He tried to convince you, holding an icepack against the back of his head.
You crossed your arms and pulled out one of your hands. You made a "come here" movement with your fingers. He looked at your hand and back up to you. He sighed loudly and took the keys out from his back pocket before giving them to you.
"There you go!" You winked at Stiles with a smile. He rolled his eyes and followed you inside the Jeep.
You buckled up and put the keys in ignition. During the short moment you did that, Stiles, by looking at your wrist, remembered about your tattoo.
"How was it?" He asked.
"It was painful, but what's coming next is even more." You answered.
"What's next?.." He looked at you suspicious.
"Scott has to kind of set my arm on fire because it healed." You looked at him with a smile.
"Oh no..."
He already knew what was coming and with that, you drove to Scott's house.
