The "Take Care" Meme

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The "Take Care" Meme
a shipping meme

Life is hard. You can go through rough patches and over bumps, and sometimes it feels as though you're definitely worse for the wear, both physically and mentally. It's nice to have someone - someone more than a friend - there for you in those times...even if you don't think you want them or deserve them. But they're here, and they'll take care of you.

How to Play:
* This is a shipping meme for more tender, soft moments, but a little more serious than your usual "fluff." It's for people who've been broken down by their experience and those who wish to heal them.
* Comment with your character/your preferences. You may also want to specify whether your character will be the one "cared for" or the one doing the "caring" + pertinent information, but for most effectiveness, it's best to be open to both.
* Comment around.


Prompts
1. Know You've Been Hurt By Someone Else: There are scars left on their heart from a past relationship or fling, and you have to let them know you're not the same way.
2. Can Tell By the Way You Carry Yourself: The person you have feelings for is one of those "cold stone wall" types who pushes people away. Can you get past that?
3. I've Asked About You: You've only heard bad things about this person, but you don't believe it.
4. What's a Life with No Fun: Lighten up a bit! You'd do anything to bring a smile to their face.
5. Please Don't Be So Ashamed: You have a big, BIG secret you don't want the other person to find out about, because surely they wouldn't want to even be near you if they did.
6. I've Had Mine, You've Had Yours: You've both had problems, and it could help to compare wounds so they can begin to heal.
7. Those Lies Heal: Protecting your loved one is more important that the truth, isn't it? It's a lie, but there are good intentions here.
8. You Can't Sleep: Because of past trauma, you're having a sleepless night. Luckily, this time you have somebody to help you and give you some comfort.
9. You Cry Still: The obligatory "seeing your significant other/love cry over something and wanting to make them stop at any cost" option.
10. All Get a Little Taste: Your loved one is sick or injured - literally this time - and you're looking out for them and trying to get them better.
11. You Just Don't Know: Either through magic, torture, or blunt trauma to the head, your special person can't remember you! It's up to you to get them to remember what was between you two by showing all the ways you cared for each other.
12. I Give Her Space: Part of being a careful lover is knowing when you need to leave them alone.
13. Tryna Run from That: Uh-oh, you don't want to fall in love, because you've been there, done that! Maybe there's still time to escape from this...or maybe it's too late.
14. I Will Care for You: After a particularly rough day, you're need a little TLC. Your loved one is going to do everything for you - a bath, food, the works.
15. All the Baggage Just Ain't as Heavy: You know it will take a while for this person to mend psychologically and spiritually, and you're willing to wait.
16. Change the Pace: And the smut option. Show you care through sex.
17. We'll Just Go Slow: You're going to take things one step at a time. No need to rush and define things. Just enjoy each other's company and the healing it brings.
18. We All Have Our Nights: Your lover, because of their past experience, is having a complete breakdown. You have to bring them back from the edge.
19. You Don't Say You Love Me: You both know how you feel, but one of you is having problems saying the four letter word. That's okay, though. Your lover understands.
20. To Save You: After months or years, you've both worked on the problems and old scars and you might just be ready to start something resembling a normal love.
21. CHOOSE SOMETHING ELSE

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[teenyoda]

"Come on, Scott. You can't sit in your man cave and mope for all eternity. I don't even know if werewolves can starve. What if it makes you get the munchies on the next full moon and you wind up eating Bambi? Or me? I'd like to take both of those scenarios off the table. So let's go out. There's a ton of movies that just came out. You have to want to see one of them." He knew Scott was down in the dumps and there was no way he was letting the one little flicker of sunshine in his overcast existence get extinguished.

[exercise]

Scott doesn't want to go out and about. He really doesn't want to do anything other than stay in his room and mope about for a bit - until he forgets what he was upset over in the first place. That's what happens when he goes through his rare cases of depressing - he just holes up and ignores people and then feels really bad about it a few days later.

But, Stiles was trying, and even depressed Scott couldn't really ignore that.

"What's playing?"

[teenyoda]

That there was even a minor interest taken in what might be playing was a better sign than a stuck out lip and puppy eyes. "Um, crap. Let's check." He pulled out his phone and looked up playing movies.

No on the romantic one. No on the one with 'omg feels', no on the one that had subtitles. "There's one with explosions. And another one with explosions and aliens. Oh, and here's one with pirates. And explosions."

[exercise]

"Isn't there anything... nicer?"

Because he's not mad, not upset, not angry. He's just sad and lonely, and kind of wants something that could actually make him feel better instead of just fulfilling his manly desires. But that would probably be a chick flick which is Not Okay for these two to watch. And probably cry over.

"On second thought, explosions and aliens sounds good."

[teenyoda]

Don't do that to him, Scott. You promised you'd never make him go to a movie he might cry over in public. You pinky swore.

He brightened up at the suggestion, checking the time. "Okay, good. Great. We've got about an hour and a half until it starts, so do you want to get some eats first? My treat~." He was pulling out all the stops to get his friend out of the funk he was in. Yes, he'd even pay for it. That's how much he loved you, Scott.

[exercise]

He will never take you to one again, Stiles.

Scott rolls himself over on his bed, so his back is pressed against the cushion now. He knows he should be over this - that it's not helping anyone to miss Allison like he is - but he can't help it. He's sad, he's lonely, and he's grumpy too. His patience is a little bit short today, unfortunately. "I'm not hungry, Stiles."

[teenyoda]

"That's not what mister tummy tum says." He pointed at Scott's stomach, listening to the gurgle that was loud enough he could have heard it outside. "When was the last time you ate? Or, you know, bathed? Because you stink, man. Go have a shower."

[exercise]

There's a groan. Stiles, sometimes you're insufferable.

"I don't know. Awhile ago." To both his questions. He knew he stunk - not only because his werewolf nose stung every time he inhaled - but because his mom was trying to drop "subtle" hints ("Hey, Scotty, I bought some new shampoo! You know, you should tell me if you like it."). Showering would probably be a smart choice, but that means moving, and moving means no thanks. "All right. Don't break anything."

... But yeah, if he's going out he should at least put that much effort into it. Scott drags himself out of bed, tugging off his shirt as he heads into the bathroom and starts up the shower.

[teenyoda]

"Use soap. Like, actually use it and don't just get in a staring match with it," he called out, moving over to Scott's drawers to pick out something clean for his friend to wear. Clean and not stinky, those were pretty much the requirements. Oh, hey, look, a plaid shirt. That would go good with jeans.

Stiles laid out the outfit he'd picked on the bed, then kept an eye on the time. He could drive them to the theater in about fifteen or twenty minutes, but they'd need to get something to eat first and get their tickets. It was doable as long as Scott didn't try to drown himself.

[exercise]

Tastefully ignoring the comment, and getting on to the shower right away. Scott steps in and - wow he really hasn't showered for a long time - starts going through the regular routine, shampoo, soap, and that's basically it. He's a simple man, what can he say?

He's out soon enough, towel wrapped around his waist, smelling like a box of roses or something else that's good and not gross. Scott sees the clothes laid out and - actually manages to smile, just a bit.

"Dude, you picked out my clothes? That's adorable."

[teenyoda]

Stiles folds his arms over his chest, trying to not feel like he'd been given a compliment. "Shut up. Just... get dressed."

Because he cared, Scott. He wanted you to look good and wear clothes and he might have picked the underwear that sort of matched the shirt but shut up, that was totally by accident.

[exercise]

Well, since there was totally a lot of thought put into it, Scott will go ahead a put on the clothes he chose - changing in his room under the assumption that Stiles will turn around during the nakedness. He's up and dressed soon enough, picking up his towel to throw into the dirty clothes basket in his room. With a clap, he turns to face Stiles once again.

"All right. Food, your treat."

He wants lobster and steak.

[teenyoda]

Stiles doesn't want to see your nakedness, Scott. It reminds him of all the things he doesn't have. Like definition. Or muscles, period.

"Right. Burgers and fries." Because no, Scott. He doesn't have that kind of money. What do you think he is? A male escort? He can't afford lobster and steak, otherwise he would have tried to buy a certain someone's affections a long time ago.