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[Backdated to the last day of the latest flood.

Open Spam:]

[Stiles can still remember the last time he built a pillow and blanket fort. He and Scott were eleven and at the McCall household. They'd wanted to go camping, but it had rained and ruined their plans. Melissa had suggested they build their camp inside, and being Scott and Stiles, they'd taken her words very much to heart and dragged out every single pillow and every single blanket that the McCall's owned and within a couple of hours, they'd turned the living room into a giant fort.

It isn't exactly what Melissa had meant and she'd stared at them and at the monstrosity for about thirty seconds before shaking her head and vanishing up the stairs. Not surprisingly, that was one of her most common reactions to Scott and Stiles. At least building the fort had meant they weren't engaging into any kind of illegal shenanigans, and that had to count for something, right? Still.

This fort was much, much bigger and much more impressive than that one had been, but that could be because a majority of the Barge had been working on it for the past three days. He knows of course, that this isn't normal. It's some kind of flood, but it's engaging and relatively harmless and the mental break is kind of nice. He is stacking another pillow pile when he hears someone approaching and turns to see who it is.]

[Post-Flood Spam for Dean]

[It doesn't take long for Stiles to realize once he's out of his pillow-induced obsession that he hasn't seen Dean in a few days. Hasn't seen him anywhere. Hasn't heard from him at all. He knows Dean talked to Sam just a couple days prior to the fort-building flood, and he's not sure what to make of his radio silence.

What he does know is that the guy has to be hungry by now, so he stops by the mess hall and fills a tray with food before heading to Dean's door, knocking and waiting.]

[Private to Mason]

Hey, man. I sorta got wrapped up in that whole pillow and blanket thing and didn't ask. You okay?

[Private to Scott McCall]

Are you sure we can't kill him?

[Because honestly. Stiles is all for killing Jerry. He attacked three people Stiles cares about and Stiles actually loathes him.]

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[She just gives him a look at his comment. She's had this discussion with countless people in the past few days but Stiles? She expects more of him. He's really smart, he has to see the logic behind her structure.]

They are both necessary, Stiles. Otherwise-- [Lydia reaches over and pulls the bottom pillow from his pile, causing the others to fall.]

You're just unprotected. And that defeats the purpose of having a fort. [And then she holds the pillow by one end, because she might be plotting something to make her point stronger.]

[He can't help it. He's not thinking normally. Not that he ever thinks normally, but he's not thinking his own kind of normal-thinking right now.

He kind of gapes when she knocks down the most recent pile he's made.]

That was mean. That was -- actually mean. I worked hard on that. For like an hour.

[Now he's pouting.]

[Lydia just giggles at his pout, then shifts closer and nudges him with her elbow.]

This is why you need my help. Especially since after they destroy your fort, they can also use your own pillows against you.

[And to demonstrate, she smacks his arm with the pillow she's holding.]

[His mouth drops open because Lydia's just hit him. With a pillow. He stares at her in disbelief before moving over and grabbing one of the pillows she knocked over after yanking on the base. He holds it up as he moves back toward her.

Now he's smirking.]

Two can play this game, Lyds.

[And that's much better. The smirk earns him a grin as she slides a hand down and grabs a second pillow so she can have one in each hand.]

All I'm trying to do is help you. Are you sure?

[He eyes the second pillow and his smirk broadens.]

Pretty sure, yeah.

[He reaches out, grabs another pillow, and tosses it at her face.]

[While she shields herself with her too pillows, it still hits her. But she shakes her head and reaches over, smacking both her pillows against his arms without letting go.]

You let go of your weapon. Do I have to teach you how to fight, too?

[He chuckles at her and arches his eyebrows as he picks up another pillow.]

It's not like there's a lack of weapons lying around right now.

No. But--

[She scoots over, moving to stand between him and the rest of the fort.]

You'll need to be able to reach them first.

[He holds up the pillow he already managed to grab.]

I already have one.

I have two.

[She grins, cocking her head as she lifts her pillows slowly.]

Sure you wanna do this, Stilinski?

Yeah, well. I'm taller.

[He smirks at her, raising his pillow, too.]

Bring it on, Martin.

You think that's an advantage?

[She grins and hits one of her pillows against his stomach as she lifts the other one to shield her face.]

[He laughs when she swats him with the pillow, but he reaches out and grabs at the pillow guarding her face and tugs at it, looking down at her with a bright grin.]

Yes, yes I do, actually.

[She looks up at him, and when she feels him pulling down her pillow, her eyes turn big and round. She can always win on sympathy, right?]

You wouldn't... [It's a challenge, but it doesn't sound like one.]

[Can she...? He smirks at the look on her face.]

I wouldn't? [His voice is light, mocking as he raises his pillow a little more, then swats her on the head with it before darting away.]

[Lydia audibly gasps as the pillow hits her head. She isn't expecting it.]

Stiles! [The yell might be a little louder than that of a normal person. Oops? But, she's grinning as she chases after him, abandoning her own rules and tossing a pillow at his head. Because it's Stiles and he obviously doesn't care about the rules.]

[He laughs when she yells at him because she's also grinning and chasing him. He ducks and the pillow misses his head but hits his shoulder. He doesn't care about the rules at all. He picks up the pillow she threw and tosses it back at her.]

[Lydia ducks, grinning as she manages to escape the pillow. And then she runs right at him and smacks his back with the one she's still holding.

Then she stops for a breath and stares at him.]

[He turns after she smacks him with a pillow and he catches one of her wrists, still grinning until he realizes she's staring at him.]

...what?

[When he catches her wrist, she quickly grabs the pillow in her free hand and smacks his face with it. It's very gentle, though. Definitely gentler than anyone in a serious pillow fight would be hitting.

She does hide the pillow behind her back after. Just in case.]

I win.

[He narrows his eyes at her, smile twitching at the corners of his mouth.]

You're a cheater, Lydia Martin.

[She turns her wrist in his hand, then pulls her hand back and holds his hand in hers instead.]

Nope, just smart.

Do you want my help with your fort or what?

[His smile is soft and fond when he meets her eyes.]

Always.

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