Nov 28, 2013
I want to do a big main verse holiday thread with all our main verse people but I know that will never happen. Too many players are MIA. :(
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I want to do a big main verse holiday thread with all our main verse people but I know that will never happen. Too many players are MIA. :(
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Bonding
Stiles packed up the bag- full of snacks and bottles, extra diapers, extra clothes in case those diapers failed in their duty- and left it by the door. The boys were bundled up and currently sitting on their play mat in the living room. All ready for a day out with their Aunt Laura and daddy.
"Laura!" he called upstairs, knowing full well she would here him. "We're ready if you are."
He moved in to grab the boys, groaning as he lifted both of them.
"Stop growing so much," he scolded them, frowning. An expression Dean managed to imitate perfectly. "Ha! That's your dad right there, growly and frowning. Growl, Dean. Go grrrrr."
There was aΒ low, grumbling noise that came out in answer and both boys looked shocked. Dean looked the most surprised even though he'd done it.
"There you go, good boy."
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1. Your character and my character have a baby together
"We - we what now?"
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[[ OPEN ]] || Derek & Somebody Else
How anybody could get Derek to Β Β Β Β Β 1) come over/go out; Β Β Β Β Β 2) stay still long enough to watch a movie; and/or Β Β Β Β Β 3) coax him into telling him/her his favorite beverage Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β is a mystery to me, even now. Keeping him tied down to one place for even longer than half an hour is a challenge; not because he physically can't stay still, but because his mind is constantly buzzing and humming at him.Β He's a lot like Stiles in that way. His mind never shuts off. Ever. There are constantly retired words and old phrases running through his head on a too-fast conveyor belt, which left him to wonder, at that moment, sitting on the sofa, how theΒ hellΒ he'd been talked into watching a not only a movie, but a kids movie, on a Friday night.
Derek reclined rather stiffly into the couch at his back, looking at the screen in front of him, listening to the introductory tune that played on repeat during the menu's display.Β "Don't forget my apple juice," he muttered to himself, leaning on the arm rest.Β Or my dignity.Β But he didn't add that part.
Ugh, I've been a bad mun. My brain switched to fic mode, and doing my drafts is a bit of a chore. It reflects on none of your guys that I haven't tagged back. I love you all. My muse just isn't agreeing for para right now. I swear I'll get to all my tags. Here's a list of who I owe. If you're not on it, Activity nommed it.
needtoprotect (x2)
archer-of-the-argents (x1)
makesagoodbatman (x1)
bigsisterhale (x1)
thetwistedargent (x1)
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Send me "β₯β₯" and I'll generate a number to see what you get.
"I can't believe you." He hisses, eyes narrowing as he stares her down. "Why didn't you tell me who you were? That's just-" He doesn't know why he does it, but reaches out anyways, slapping her firmly across the face. "You can't just do that!"