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playing a super fun game of do i have a cold or is it ALLERGY SEASON ( :

💑 for Parrish and Stiles!

@altarofmyego sent the kissing emoji for a FIRST KISS between STILES and JORDAN

Jordan has a few quirks. He can’t look at cabbage leaves without squirming. The feel of bleach products under his nails makes him feel sick. He keeps a stash of sweets in his drawer for when kids get brought into the station so he can keep them at ease. Constant ticking noises still make him nervous ( and he goes absolutely ballistic every time Strauss sits clicking his pen around the station ). He’s got the world’s biggest weakness for raspberry jelly doughnuts. He doesn’t do dates.

Or, he USUALLY doesn’t. He’s making an exception.

Is it really even a date?

It’s pouring down with rain as he drives her home, heart in his mouth and he thinks maybe he’s screwed it up. The movie theater screen kept freezing and the heavens opened as soon as they left. Everything feels a little stunted when he pulls up outside her house. Outside his boss’ house, fingers twitching against the steering wheel as he tries to think about what to say. It’s never felt this hard, he thinks; he’s never not known what to say. But he cocks his head towards her nonetheless, struck by the raindrops casting freckle-like shadows over her face.

He wants to see her again. He knows that. He tries to tell her that, but he’s cut off; warmth on his cheeks from the pads of her fingers, heat on his lips from the breaths that separate hers. He’s shocked, first, but he eases, and it’s very weird and very new and he doesn’t quite know where to put his hands but HELL if he doesn’t want to spend the rest of the night here, like this.

No such luck. He fumbles to turn off his headlights and turns back to Stiles, right as a front door opens and… shit, his boss is stood in the opening in a dressing gown with his arms across his chest. Mortified doesn’t cover it, but what is there to lose? He leans back in for another - a shorter, sweeter kiss - squeezing her thigh before he leans back against the headrest with a laugh.

If he finds himself in Stilinski’s office on Monday? If he gets assigned exclusively noise complaints for the next six months?

It’s so worth it.

#altarofmyego #╳ ┊ ⌈ A N S W E R E D . ⌋ jordan.#╳ ┊ ⌈ YOU MADE ME FEEL AS THOUGH I WAS ENOUGH. ⌋ jordan & stiles. ( altarofmyego )

beeutifulmuses‌:

“ Alicia Spinnet, you are AWFUL! ” She doesn’t mean that, not really, and it’s evident in the smile on Hermione’s face as she shakes her head at her friend. “ Fine, FINE! I’ll wear the bloody face-paint, but if I get mocked by the first years again I’m going to HEX you. ” Again, she doesn’t MEAN that, not really.

The biggest grin spreads across her face, the brush in her hand twitching as she readies herself. ‘ TWENTY THREE ’ paints onto Hermione’s right cheek, a big ‘ S ’ on her left and Alicia dabs a few freckles of glitter onto the younger Gryffindors nose. ❝ I know it’s dumb and superstitious. But I appreciate it. ❞

❝ BESIDES —— you look great. ❞

#╳ ┊ ⌈ I N T E R A C T I O N S. ⌋ alicia.#beeutifulmuses #beeutifulmuses - hermione.#verse tag pending #tl tag pending #╳ ┊ ⌈ Q U E U E D . ⌋

“ LOOK ---- all I’m saying is I’ve never MISSED a penalty when you’ve worn the sparkly face- paint. PLEASE? It’s the final! Be a good sport. ”

#open hp rp #open harry potter rp #harry potter indie #alicia spinnett indie #╳ ┊ ⌈ O P E N S T A R T E R . ⌋#╳ ┊ ⌈ O P E N S T A R T E R . ⌋ alicia.#come play with us!!

♔ ( for Parrish from Stiles )

@altarofmyego STILES sent the CROWN to be caught wearing JORDAN’S clothes!

double shifts are the worst. he stumbles through the door, thirty eight hours after he walked out of it, hair a tousled mess and the bags under his eyes big enough that they could be designer. he knows he shouldn’t be mad. rogers is in the hospital, and peterson has his arm in a splint, but god he hates days like this.the jacket off his back doesn’t even make it to the coat-rack, tumbling to the floor and jordan is far too lazy to lift it back up. he toes off his shoes, the early morning, mid-winter darkness far too much for his mind to handle, fingers fumbling against the wall to find the door that leads to his bedroom. he gets there, eventually, falling down onto the mattress still fully clothed in his shirt and his pants.he has two days off now, and that’s… almost enough to make up for it.there’s a groan from the other side of the bed, and jordan rolls over with one eye open, waiting and waiting for it to focus. her scent fills his senses first and it warms him through, the silhouette blurring until he can see her properly. there’s a sweatshirt on her top half - HIS sweatshirt, with the hood up and the string pulled tight. he’s sure, in what he can make out, that a pair of his boxers reside on her lower, and there’s no doubt that she’s wearing his socks, too.( socks in bed ought to be criminal, but stiles can get away with it when she looks this good. )without even having to think, he envelops her with a hum, tangling legs together as her head rests on his chest. she’s asleep, and he’s fine with that; he doesn’t need words when he’s got a view like this.

#jordan is very... tired. always tired. alWAYS TIRED #altarofmyego #again. iconless. because i am trying TO DO THE THINGS #but i keep ending up watching teen wolf instead of iconing teen wolf #this is becoming a PROBLEM #also ilu #╳ ┊ ⌈ A N S W E R E D . ⌋ jordan.

i’m upset so you’re gonna be upset too.

in 4x11 when parrish is trying to save argent, the look on his face and the way he’s so determined not to let this man die makes my heart ACHE. at first, when argent says he has nothing left, there’s this tremble on his lips and there’s a look in his eyes that says he’s been here before. he’s tried to save people before and he hasn’t been able to save them. jordan has watched people die. he’s seen the life leave people’s eyes, watched the colour drain from their faces, the last drops of blood topple from their lips. there have been so many times where he’s tried to keep them fighting. to tell them to stay awake, and to help him help them, and it’s not worked. but as soon as argent says he’s too tired to get angry, everything changes because jordan gets angry too. he knows he can do this, and he needs to do this, and the fire that burns in his eyes says everything it needs to say. he’s not letting argent die. he still calls him sir, and he doesn’t break, but he keeps talking and talking and he makes argent angry himself because he knows he can do that. it hurts me in my chest and in my soul realising that jordan has 100% watched people die before, whether it’s from being a deputy or from being in the army, he’s watched people he LOVES die, watches STRANGERS fall apart right in front of him and I JUST I’m UPSET.

#╳ ┊ ⌈ H C / D . ⌋ jordan.#╳ ┊ ⌈ A B O U T . ⌋ jordan.#╳ ┊ ⌈ I N T E R A C T I O N S. ⌋ jordan. ╳ ┊ ⌈ M E T A / T H E O R I E S . ⌋ jordan.

⚾️ FOR STILES.

@altarofmyego sent the baseball for STILES getting a promise ring from JORDAN!

he wakes slowly, sunshine splitting through the blinds they put up together the night before. their first apartment. he slept like an angel, but all the DIY had a little to do with it. head hitting the pillow, he felt it take him over. sleep came in waves, and as soon as he got into just the right position, jordan was out like a light.

wrapped up in his girlfriend’s arms, jordan feels like air. he feels like the sun could rise from his chest, like coffee is already draining down his throat and birds sing in his ears. strands of her hair tickle his nose and the widest smile spreads over his lips, fingers stretching inside the case of his pillow.

something he’d arranged while she’d been in the shower last night.

he rocks her awake, kissing the plane of her shoulder, whispering gently against her skin. “ stiles – ” he utters, over and over until he feels her start to stir. she twists in his arms and she’s right there, dewy eyes and rosy cheeks a blinding sight even against the sun in the sky. he kisses her nose, then, and her forehead, and the space between, sterling silver twisting between his fingers as he lets her wake.

“ i love you, ” jordan reminds her, taking hold of her hand and slipping the ring over her knuckles, pressing another affectionate peck to the array of stones sparkling in the middle. diamonds, surrounding her birthstone, splitting light against the walls. inside, pressed against her skin, writes a single word. forever. “ and i’m always going to love you, okay? ”

jordan tries to curve promises wherever possible. in his line of work, it’s impossible to make promises and keep them. he can’t swear he’ll take her out for dinner, because someone will go down sick and he’ll end up working a double. he can’t promise they’ll spend a weekend away somewhere romantic because it’s just his luck that he’ll get shoved onto a course and everything falls apart.

but this is the one promise he can keep. he can promise to love her. loving stiles is the easiest thing he has ever done; loving her is red, and blue, and yellow. it’s bright, it burns hotter than any fire he’s ever caught. it’s calm, and it’s bold, and it’s right. loving stiles is primary, and jordan promises her – and he’ll promise her every day – that he will love her.

forever.

#??? is thus????? THE LONGEST THING I'VE WRITTEN IN MONTHS??? MAY???BE?????#altarofmyego #iconless bc i have no jordan icons yet bare with me bb #╳ ┊ ⌈ A N S W E R E D . ⌋ jordan.#╳ ┊ ⌈ YOUR YODA I WILL BE. ⌋ jordan & stiles.#loml tag

..... is draeden actually the otp to end all of the others???

#I FKN THINK SOOOOO #jesus i love these two babies #╳ ┊ ⌈ S H U T U P J O D I E . ⌋

sphinxmemesmusings

Send a Heart for a Specific Kiss!

Send ❤️ for a romantic kiss. Send 💝 for a plationic kiss. Send 💞 for a awkward kiss. Send 💓 for a heated kiss. Send 💟 for a delicate kiss. Send 💔 for a interrupted kiss. Send 💘 for a static shock kiss. Send 💗 for a repetitive lip peck kiss. Send 🖤 for a forced/harsh/firm kiss. Send 💚 for an eskimo kiss. Send 💙 for a spiderman kiss. Send 💜 for a quick kiss. Send 💛 for an air kiss. Send 💕for good night/morning kiss. Send ❣️ for a kiss to a specific spot. <insert location> Send 💑 for a first kiss. Send 😍 for a surprise kiss. Send 💋 for a random kiss. <receiver’s choice>

#╳ ┊ ⌈ M E M E S . ⌋#╳ ┊ ⌈ Q U E U E D . ⌋

final decision: braeden is now part of this blog

#╳ ┊ ⌈ S H U T U P J O D I E . ⌋#tag drop pending

baby parrish pushing stilinski out the way in 3/24 is everything i breathe for

#╳ ┊ ⌈ S H U T U P J O D I E . ⌋

sphinxmemesmusings

nonsexual acts of intimacy --- select from the following for my muse to respond to:

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes ♕ : Holding hands ♖ : Having their hair washed by your muse ♗ : Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap. ♘ : Cuddling in a blanket fort ♙ : Sharing a bed ♚ : Head scratches ♛ : Sharing a dessert ♜ : Shoulder rubs ♝ : Reading a book together ♞ : Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which) ♟ : Patching up a wound ♤ : Taking a bath together ♧ : Your muse playing with their hair ♡ : Accidentally falling asleep together ♢ : Forehead or cheek kisses ♠ : Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc. ♣ : Back scratches ♥ : Your muse crying about something ♦ : Slow dancing

#╳ ┊ ⌈ M E M E S . ⌋ specify muse.#╳ ┊ ⌈ Q U E U E D . ⌋

melamemea

reaction symbols . // meme .

send me a symbol for my muse to react to…

🌙… being asked to sleep over at your muse’s place.

⭐️… being asked on a date by your muse.

🔥 … receiving a hot, drunken smooch from your muse.

💥 … colliding with your muse somewhere (could be in school).

🌈 … your muse coming out of the closet to mine.

🌊 … seeing your muse in swim wear for the first time.

💦 … being splashed with water by your muse.

🍀 … winning an arcade game with your muse.

🌻 … having their back rubbed in sunscreen by your muse.

🌸 … being asked to prom by your muse.

🐾 … meeting your muse’s pet for the first time.

🍌 … feeling your muse’s boner press up against their back.

🍳 … walking in on your muse having made them breakfast.

🍑 … your muse groping their butt.

🍿 … your muse surprising them with a trip to the cinema.

🍒 … feeling your muse’s tongue on their neck.

🎤 … your muse singing bad/good (your choice) karaoke.

🎱 … your muse owning mine’s ass in pool.

⚾️ … your muse giving mine a promise ring/couple’s necklace.

🎡 … your muse taking mine to the local amusement park.

#╳ ┊ ⌈ M E M E S . ⌋ specify muse.

altarofmyego‌:

@ipsivolant

It had been almost six months since he had been home. Six months of her worrying almost every day to make sure he was still alive. It had been torture for her, nearly pacing the living room of their shared apartment in front of the phone.

And now that he was home, he was going out with his friends. Again. Usually, Stiles wouldn’t mind nor would she care but she hadn’t even really had a chance to sit and spend time with Jordan on her own since they left.

“So, I take it I’m on my own for dinner tonight? Even though you promised that you would at least try and spend some time with me before you have to leave me again.

It had been weird, being away from Stiles for so long. A few weeks apart, he could handle —— they’d done it many times, while Jordan went away on courses or to cover shifts in a different town. A few weeks, now, was normal, and while they’d called pretty much every night ( and his phone-bill had been through the roof, not that he’d tell his girlfriend that ), he’d hated being so far away.

Abroad had been hell.

Five and a half months, training. Non stop working and running around and drills. He’d hated every second. They’d been allowed out on the last few weekends, and the guys had forced him to go drinking, but Jordan hadn’t enjoyed himself. Ever the yes-man, since they’d been back everyone had developed an affinity for going out for drinks after work, and Jordan couldn’t say no. Physically, he COULDN’T.

He hadn’t even unpacked yet. Searching hands stopped their fishing through one of his many suitcases, hesitating before he stood and looked over to Stiles, sea-foam hued eyes soft and drawn back. ❝ It’s one drink, I promise - ❞ he tried, but as soon as the words met the air he knew how awful they sounded. ❝ I’m sorry —— it’s Clark’s birthday. I promised her I’d buy her a round, instead of a present. I’ll be back before seven. ❞

But there was that word, again. Promise. Like he’d promised Stiles he’d be around for her, to spend time with her. Next week he was working pretty much all day every day, and he knew his time with her would be short. Like he’d promised her the day before that they’d go for lunch, but he’d worked straight through his lunch break and forgotten to call her. Or on Monday, he’d promised to take her out on a REAL date, but... he hadn’t. ❝ I’m sorry, okay? ❞

#╳ ┊ ⌈ I N T E R A C T I O N S. ⌋ jordan.#alterofmyego #╳ ┊ ⌈ YOUR YODA I WILL BE. ⌋ jordan & stiles.#rest of tags pending lol #╳ ┊ ⌈ Q U E U E D . ⌋