lydiascreams | [023. I'm just gonna keep on waiting underneath the mistletoe]

[Closed Spam - Stiles]
[After seeing Allison's message, after replying to it, Lydia made almost a beeline to Stiles' cabin. She knocked, but let herself in only to find him in bed, staring up at the ceiling. She didn't think twice before sliding in next to him and wrapping her arms around him without a word. There wasn't anything to say, they were both heartbroken and they wanted it all to go away. So they just laid there until they both fell asleep. Her before him, as usual.

Now, as she wakes up, she doesn't even know what time it is. Stiles seems to be out still, so she gets up off the bed slowly and steps into his bathroom to wash her face and take a second to thank the mix of waxes that make her mascara waterproof so she doesn't look like a racoon despite everything. Not that Stiles would care. But she does.

As she makes her way back into the bedroom as quietly as possible she spots the pink, ugly Christmas sweater her eight year old self left there when she went to get her coat, neatly folded over Stiles' desk. Lydia steps over to it and places a hand over it. Although it's ugly, she suddenly feels the urge to pull it on. It looks warm and comfortable. So she does. It instantly makes her feel lighter, comforted, warm.

And then she spots Stiles' Christmas sweater right next to where hers was. And a smile appears on her face.

Lydia sits down by the edge of his bed slowly not to scare him and gently places the sweater over his chest as she lifts a hand to brush at his hair.]

Stiles? Wake up.

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[It's a few hours later and Lydia looks a lot more festive already. On top of her pink sweater, she has a red headband on, her make up and curls have been redone and she looks perfectly put together.

Behind her is her room, already all decorated with silver, purple and pink decorations. Along with a small, white Christmas tree in the corner, with ornaments in the same color scheme.]

Hello Barge!

The Holidays are coming up as you must have noticed and me and my helpful elves -- that is Stiles, Scott and Jackson -- have been going around the cabins to help everyone get a little more festive!

We're knocking on everyone's doors on the next few days and decorating for you! If you have a specific color schemes you'd like to see in your room, let us know and we'll help you!

Happy Holidays! [And with a bright grin, she waves at the camera, and hangs up.]

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[Lydia's been very busy lately. On top of everything with Stiles and the decorating, she's been working on something else. Not alone, of course. Barbara, well Babs, did most of it. And Allison helped. But now it's done and she needs to hand them out.

It's late at night, past eleven, when she can be seen dropping boxes off by the following cabins: Bucky's, Steve's, Peter's, Isaac's, Kira's, Jackson's, Scott's, Allison's and finally, Stiles'. For those finding the packages, it'll include a note: Happy early Christmas, Pack! ♥ Lydia.

Alternatively, all during the day she can be found going up and down the hallways with a box of decorations and a determined smile on her face, or knocking right at your door with an offer to decorate.]

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[Scott's been wearing his sweater all day and he is really, really jazzed about it. The best part is he's laughing more, he's more open than he has been in a while, and the almost constant frown that's been marring his face has just melted away. All this Christmas cheer is definitely doing the trick.

He catches her as she's leaving the present, opening the door just a few seconds after she leaves the package.]

Hey.

[He stoops to scoop it up, turning it over in his hands and shaking it lightly.]

What's this?

[Lydia pauses and turns around when he calls out, not at all bothered by the fact that she's been caught. If she wanted to be stealth about it, not even his alpha senses would have caught her.]

Not breakable, thankfully.

[She's teasing, but it's lightly. She also looks and feels a lot lighter than she has been, and her smiles are actually sincere, without the weight they've been carrying lately.]

It's a gift, you should open it!

[He grins, completely unbothered by the teasing, but the second she suggests opening it, he's tearing at the wrapping paper like a pro. When he does get the box open, his eyes widen, and he puts it down to take out the top, unfolding it in front of him.]

This is...It looks awesome, but what...?

It's a suit! Like an uniform. Babs designed it for us, so when we have dangerous floods and ports, we can wear it and be more protected.

[And because she knows Scott isn't one to really pay attention to details, she picks up the sleeve and shows the pack symbol, like his tattoo to him.]

They all have this, so everyone who sees us knows we're a team.

Holy crap, you got us superhero outfits.

[He's already grinning at the idea, because superhero suits designed by anyone from Gotham is the coolest thing ever - but when she points out the circles, his eyebrows lift, and his expression softens.]

This is - Lydia, this is so cool.

[He's not sure how he feels about his open wound being their symbol, but it makes sense, too. They're all wounded, one way or another now.

Scott wraps his arms around her in a tight hug.]

[Lydia can't help but smile when he grins. It's pretty much impossible. Unless she knows he and Stiles are doing something stupid. But normally, it's pretty much impossible.

She hugs him back just as tightly, though, and only pulls away a long moment later.]

We thought about what would be best movement and speed wise for you guys. It should also be wolfsbane-proof.

What - really? I'm never taking it off.

[Okay probably not, but he will definitely try it whenever he next goes home.]

What's yours like?

I hope you wash it eventually, Scott. [She's only half kidding?]

Mine is more like Batgirl's. Babs gave me some ideas. It's a dress, but long sleeves and it has protection, especially around the chest, and neck.

[She grins brightly and arches her eyebrows. She's pretty proud of herself for this:]

Stiles' was modeled after Batman's.

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