Isaac Lahey imagines

Paint War

Shoutout to all of my people that procrastinate. I feel you on a personal level.

Idea creds: @NJ0001

You walked inside the house after school was over. That was when you paused.

The entire front hallway was covered in white paper. You were confused at first, so you slowly walked towards the dining room table. To your surprise, a newly bought white outfit was laid next to 3 full buckets of multicolored paint.

In big block letters, "THIS IS WAR" was written on one of the adjoining walls in red. You giggled, placed your bags safely in your room, and changed into the clothes.

After arming yourself with a bucket of green paint and a large brush, you ran outside. All of a sudden, you felt something wet strike you from the right. When you looked down, you were covered in the color of the sky.

Knowing that Isaac hated them, you started yelling puns, "WELL, THAT WAS OUT OF THE BLUE!"

You heard an annoyed groan coming from ahead of you, so you ran to where you thought it was. Instead of finding your boyfriend, however, you found a large splotch of blue paint covering the ground. When you looked up, you noticed another one further ahead.

You followed the blue dots, cursing the extra speed of werewolves. Finally, you ended up in a familiar spot: the first place where you met Isaac.

Sure enough, he stood in front of Scott's house with a wicked smile. There were many full paint buckets surrounding him, and you knew that there was about to be a face off.

"I'm GREEN with envy at this lovely idea! I wish I thought of it!"

Isaac sighed, "Are you kidding me?! You need to quit it with the puns. This is supposed to be a serious war."

"Alright, Picasso. Let's see how good you are with YELLOW!"

Faster than he could blink, you darted forward and grabbed the bucket full of sunshine. You dipped your brush in and flung the happy color at him rapid fire. He returned fire with purple, and the two colors battled against each other.

You quickly switched to green as he tried to run and dump a bucket on you. You jumped out of the way and sloshed a large amount of the lively color over his back. He yelped, spun around, and drenched the one leg of your pants with magenta.

Armed with a new bucket of orange paint, you flung your brush at him. He met it with his own longer paint brush, and an epic swordplay ensued. You smirked at him,

"You know, it's fair that I have the shorter brush."

"Oh yeah? And why is that?"

You quickly dropped your stance and swept his feet out from under him. Isaac fell to the concrete and you laughed as he rolled in the mixing colors that ran down driveway,

"Because I'm the clever one! I don't need the length of my brush to tell me my worth!"

All of a sudden, you felt your legs being pulled out from under you as well. You fell into a stream of turquoise, and you became immobile with the amount of laughter that poured out of you. Isaac broke into a smile as he sat up and pulled you closer to him. The both of you hugged, colors intermingling as he whispered,

"Happy one year anniversary, (Y/N)! I couldn't be more in love with you than I am now."

Before you were given a chance to appreciate the comment, Isaac pulled you to your feet. A car had just pulled up to Scott's house, and you glanced around at the mess that you and your boyfriend had created. You blushed as Derek yanked open the door of his car and stalked up the driveway,

"And just WHAT do you two think that you're doing?! Does the True Alpha's FRONT YARD look like a good canvas to you? Do you know how much tro-"

He was cut off by a flood of light pink paint that coated him from head to foot. You screamed,

"OH MY GOD, IT'S THE PINK PANTHER!"

Isaac was on the ground, rolling in laughter as Derek gave him the meanest glare that he could. He mumbled,

"I am NOT a panther; I am a fierce werewolf."

Isaac gasped, "Yeah, you look VERY fierce in-oh what color was it?-BARBIE PINK!"

Right at that moment, Melissa walked out the front door with Stiles and Scott in tow. She took one look at her front yard before pointing to Isaac,

"Stand up. Get the hose. Get this off of my property right now."

Since everyone was intimidated by Scott's mom, everybody helped to clean the house. Of course, Derek went inside to take a shower.

He didn't make it inside before Stiles took a selfie with him, however. That selfie became his profile picture on every social media website that he owned an account on.

That day, you learned not to take life too seriously. Sometimes, you need to forget the stress and let loose. Sometimes, you need to declare war on the social boundaries that the world has set up. Life is too short for risks not to be taken.

Sorry for not updating earlier! I was juggling ideas. Would y'all want to read an imagine about arranged marriage or a second installment to Dreams of Glass?