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[outofuniform] and that was the shortest parrishing yet. My muse for him is weak and pretty much focused on one person at the moment.

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I have felt this before. I have dysthymia and well, I am there a lot. I am so sorry you have to deal with this crap. This is clownshoes. I thought there was some way to block the isp so changing their blog wouldn’t work. I have no actual idea if this is possible or if I am imagining things. 

Either way I wish there was more I could do besides tell you you are awesome and I am glad you’re around. 

I have to post about this because it’s something we will all relate to at some time. 

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Jordan’s smile was huge even as his blush got deeper. “Yeah, yeah that sounds good. So maybe the butterflies were right and Derek was going to be more than just a friend. That would be fine. 

"Do You have a valentine yet?"

“I don’t,” Jordan said, a faint blush tinting his cheeks. Derek had to be the only person in the world he blushed around.  ”I usually get a pizza and watch a movie on Valentine’s Day. Do, ah, do you have one?”

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Jordan sat down where he could see Derek, unable to help leaning forward a little. “Yeah I guess it is a little awkward and I feel really ridiculous for not paying attention sooner.” 

Derek biting his lip was devastating. Jordan cleared his throat to cover a gasp. This whole soulmates thing wasn’t like he’d been prepared for. There was an urge to reach out and just take Derek’s hand and stroke his fingers over the numbers on his wrist. 

Derek swung the door open and let him walk in. He lead him through to the living room and then sunk onto one of the sofa’s.  “I..it kind of feels awkward.” He admitted and then frowned slightly.  “I mean all the times the numbers must have gotten close to zero and we just missed each other.” He explained and then bit his lip slightly. 

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"It's okay," Jordan said. "I can understand. And I'd love to come in, Derek. I ah, I think we've got a lot to talk about even if I'm not sure where to begin."

He held up his wrist, showing the zero'd countdown. 

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He’d heard about Derek from Scott and Stiles. He’d even heard his name from the Sheriff once. But seeing the man in a cell at the Sheriff’s station had made his head swim, his heart hammer and his wrist start counting down again. he distracted himself with Chris Argent’s weapons (seriously that cattle prod was way too high) and paperwork. The numbers would stop if they met, right/ Or were about to actually meet?

He never had a parent to explain it to him. But he knew the countdown wasn’t going to stop until he spoke to Derek Hale. So he made the trip, in the middle of all the craziness with the Sheriff’s kid and that asshole Agent McCall, he went to Derek’s building and waited. As soon as the other’s car pulled up, his wrist warmed and he couldn’t help the nervous smile.

Derek Hale was going to be one hell of an interesting soulmate. 

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Funny how watching Derek wind his way around the confusion of his life as a werewolf, nearly dying, evolving and changing and never once had Jordan looked at his wrist. Everyone checked their damn numbers every damn day. But things had been moving too fast, changing every time he turned around. The agony of the fire, the rush to get Chris Argent off a damn wall, the run to Mexico and never once did he see the flashing digits counting down.

Of course in a quiet moment, watching certain videos on his computer at home, he saw them. They seemed almost annoyed, color flashing a faint red as they counted down. He'd stopped what he was doing (embarrassed perhaps) and slept fitfully, appearing somewhat haggard and silent at the station the next morning. The morning passed in a haze of paperwork and when his lunch break came, he nearly bolted to the nearest coffee shop.

Derek Hale was coming out and Jordan stopped, watching the man take a drink of his coffee, the long line of his throat working as he swallowed. Jordan cut a look at his wrist as he got closer. "Derek," he called out as the numbers reached zero. He gave the werewolf a bright smile. "You have time for lunch?"

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Jordan smile and nodded. "Yeah that sounds like them. And that also sounds perfect. Something a little more grown up than pizza? Maybe steaks or sushi?"

Was he wanting to impress Derek? Maybe a little but really he just wanted to get to know him better. Figure out of the butterflies in his stomach would be worth listening to or if Derek was going to be a friend. 

"Do You have a valentine yet?"

"I don’t," Jordan said, a faint blush tinting his cheeks. Derek had to be the only person in the world he blushed around.  ”I usually get a pizza and watch a movie on Valentine’s Day. Do, ah, do you have one?”

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keepingwatch:

To all my awesomely amazing and perfect followers! I may not be here every day but I would not be here at all without you! 

- Love, keepingwatch & invitedmyself& hazardousdevice & forgingismybusiness

Happy Valentine's Day!

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Would he rather have a beer or something? Maybe. Parrish sat up, doing his best to read Scott's body language. "I like milkshakes," he said with a shrug. "And so far you guys are string than I am." He cocked his head and listened to the distant sound of the others. He couldn't tell what Stiles was saying but he could hear the particular deep/high scratch of his voice as he yelled at someone. 

"I'm not sure honestly," he said, looking at Scott again. "I keep getting distracted by some of the entries. There's a couple of things though that Lydia wants to research more but I don't know. Phoenix or Dragon are the tops but I just..." he shook his head. "I'm having a hard time thinking that I could be one of them."

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MONDAY

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teen wolf meme - 5/10 characters ↪ jordan parrish

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Jordan nodded, holding his own wrist up. The numbers had stopped on their sequence of zeros and he felt lightheaded. Derek Hale was his soul mate. "Yeah, it's me. Jordan, my first name is Jordan."

And I've been waiting for you my whole life...

He searched Derek's face - god his eyes were the most interesting and confusing shade of greengoldblue - for anything that might send him back to the car. 

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He’d heard about Derek from Scott and Stiles. He’d even heard his name from the Sheriff once. But seeing the man in a cell at the Sheriff’s station had made his head swim, his heart hammer and his wrist start counting down again. he distracted himself with Chris Argent’s weapons (seriously that cattle prod was way too high) and paperwork. The numbers would stop if they met, right/ Or were about to actually meet?

He never had a parent to explain it to him. But he knew the countdown wasn’t going to stop until he spoke to Derek Hale. So he made the trip, in the middle of all the craziness with the Sheriff’s kid and that asshole Agent McCall, he went to Derek’s building and waited. As soon as the other’s car pulled up, his wrist warmed and he couldn’t help the nervous smile.

Derek Hale was going to be one hell of an interesting soulmate. 

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"So..." Jordan took a deep breath. Derek made his stomach tie in knots. "Let's get a good pizza and a couple of movies then. Spend the night toget... that was going to sounds really presumptuous. Derek, would you like to spend Valentine's with me?"

"Do You have a valentine yet?"

"I don’t," Jordan said, a faint blush tinting his cheeks. Derek had to be the only person in the world he blushed around.  ”I usually get a pizza and watch a movie on Valentine’s Day. Do, ah, do you have one?”

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tags. damn tags.

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Jordan laughed as he was tackled, paintball gun flying. He felt carefree and happier than he'd felt in a while. Then Scott pinned him and he bit down on his laughter lest he start giggling. He'd always had that problem and his squad mates had exploited it sometimes. He'd never felt bad about it since hey it was laughter and they always needed that. "I am the true alpha of paintball," he deadpanned. 

Now though he was training with Scott's pack and having fun at the same time. He gave a brief struggle, knowing Scott was casually stronger than he was (bent rebar not withstanding. That had been a fluke, right?) so he wasn't going anywhere. "I could show you how to get the otehrs but I kind of think you don't need help there. Too early for milkshakes right?"

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Dylan and his hair 

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Jordan staggered up the muddy hill and looked around. He knew there were threats in the woods nearby, he just had to focus carefully. Wrapping the strap of his rifle around his left palm, he looked down his scope and waited. A slow smile crossed his lips as someone moved into sight.

Moving slowly, dark hair obscured under a backwards ball cap and a determined expression on his face, Scott McCall tipped his head back and sniffed the air. Jordan smirked. The Alpha should have a harder time pinning down his scent between th mud and the t-shirt he'd casually lifted from Stiles' abandoned gym bag yesterday. The military taught him how to plan after all.

Jordan let a breath out slowly and fired when the exhale was done. He watched as a bright yellow splatter appeared on Scott's chest as the werewolf yelped.

"Dammit! I'm hit," Scott called and started laughing, looking around.

Parrish listened to the others scamper around and slunk back down the hill. He knew Scott had seen him, hoped Scott would come join him at the bottom. Paintball had been a great idea, he thought as he waited.