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.]

[Open Spam]
[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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And they're all a hell of a lot easier than getting a date.

[He grins, but only because he realizes he's being stalked and you can't show weakness or you're doomed.] You haven't seen me flirt. I'm terrible at it.

[Too late, Steve. She has a radar.]

I can teach you a few tricks, I'm great at it.. Besides, you'll never get better at it if you don't practice.

[Great, just great. ABORT ABORT.]

Maybe, but as far as I'm aware, even practice is like taking your life into your own hands. I think I'm better off being hopeless, at least I'll keep all my limbs.

[Lydia laughs softly and shakes her head. She's laughing, but this is worse than she thought.]

When was the last time you went on an actual date, Steve?

Uh. A date, date?

[Sigh. You asked:] June 14th, 1943.

[And just to get the attention off himself -] It was a double date, anyway. Bucky ended up with both of 'em.

[He doesn't sound particularly peeved. More bemused.]

[Sadly? His answer is not entirely unexpected. The part about the date of his last, well, date, anyway. What does surprise her is the part about Bucky but-- she knows best friends can sometimes make terrible mistakes.

Like the time she kissed Scott to piss off Jackson even though he was kinda dating Allison. But nevermind that.]

So, practice. Give me a list of names and we'll set up double dates. Stiles and I will come with you guys so you know there's no danger of anyone stealing your dates. [Both because they're dating each other, surprise Steve? And well, Stiles wouldn't steal anyone's date, anyway. Couldn't? Doesn't matter.]

[It wasn't Bucky's fault - definitely not that time, and none of the other times, either. Bucky always worked hard to find a girl with a sister or a friend willing to give "his artist best friend" a chance, but when that friend turned out to be a ninety-pound asthmatic shorter than most of the girls he dated, there was nothing for it.

Besides, that particular time? Steve ditched them to try his luck at enlisting for a fifth time.] I'll think about it - I promise. [And he will, but he's still not sure dating is a good idea - or even practicing - for him. But it clearly means a lot to her, and she's willing to help him, and he doesn't want to turn down that kindness either. Maybe he could use all the help he can get.

Besides, he didn't miss that little hint, intentional or unintentional - and that gets a sly little smile.] So that's a steady thing, huh? [Good. They both deserve it.]

[She laughs softly, not at Steve, at the word steady. It's easy to forget sometimes when he comes from. But then she smiles and nods, because, well, she's pretty happy about it now. And comfortable with theis relationship.]

Yeah, it's a steady thing. [But don't think you'll get her distracted so easily, Steve.]

I'll be checking in with you, so you better really think about it. [You should be a little afraid now.]

[He can't help but look a little pleased.] That's nice to hear. [And he really, really means it.

But yeah, he's a lot afraid.

But he also realizes when there's no way out.] I don't doubt it - and I will.

[Although he's really not sure he's going to come up with anything satisfactory for you.]

Just think about it. [And with a wink at him, she starts to walk away. She doesn't wanna scare him too much just yet. Not unless he doesn't come up with his end of their deal.]

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

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