Something I thought of after reading the amazing "To write this permanently on your skin" by SweetG. Go check hers out, it's awesome.
It's Allison's idea, really.
"A pack bonding thing" she claims. Rubbish, everyone thinks. She just wants the opportunity to get Scott shirtless again.
They arrive, one by one, at the Hale loft. Allison lugs along buckets of paint. Scott has the biggest tin of permanent markers anyone has ever seen. Lydia has coloured powder. Jackson brought along a huge packet of brushes and rollers.
"Do whatever the hell you want," Allison says, and they're off.
Isaac immediately heads for the wall with a bucket of blue paint, and sloshes it on liberally. Allison relieves Scott of his shirt immediately and proceeds to paint his torso. Lydia blows orange and pink dust all over Derek, much to the werewolf's chagrin.
Stiles helps Isaac at the wall, creating enormous words and flowers and swirls and startlingly lifelike portraits. Jackson begins to paint vertical black and white stripes down Isaac's back until he looks like a giant humbug with black jeans and messy hair. Boyd and Erica draw powdery patterns on each other's arms.
It's the Sherriff who finds them the next morning, all piled up in an enormous mess in on the floor, sound asleep.
Scott has flowers and vines covering the entirety of his chest, back and arms. One arm is thrown around Allison, who has her head on his chest, and the other is for some reason tangled in Jackson's hair.
The original colour of Allison's hands are impossible to make out under the multicoloured powder. A single pink, green and yellow flower is on her cheek.
Isaac, who has Allison's legs resting on him, has a stripy back and a purple-and-orange spotty front. A single black strip is painted across his forehead.
Jackson, who has his head on Derek's shins, has blue and pink powder smudged on his face and hands. Both his feet, poking out from the end of his jeans, have black painted patterns on them.
Erica and Boyd are spooning, Erica with pink and blue arms, Boyd with red and gold. Both have matching war-paint on their faces.
Lydia has her feet on Derek's stomach and her head on Stiles' lap. A brown and red tribal pattern snakes it's way up one arm and a variety of coloured smudges decorate her face.
Derek is solid orange.
Stiles, who has his head dangerously close to Scott's feet, seems to have become the pack notepad. Various things are written in black and red and blue marker, crowding on his arms and exposed feet and crawling up his neck. Everything from names to reminders to even seemingly random mantras.
All this in the midst of the transformed loft, which looks as if a paint bomb hit it.
The Sherriff smiles fondly, then blows his whistle.
Everyone jerks. Stiles narrowly misses getting a concussion.
"Wazzgoinon?" Scott grunted.
"Cleaning is what's going on," Sherriff Stilinski says.
Stiles gets Lydia to take photos of every inch of his printed skin. He wants to get it tattooed on later.
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