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the last words meme

The Last Words Meme

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This is it. The final curtain. You're at the end of your life, and there's someone here you really, really need to say something to before you die.

(TRIGGER WARNING. This meme deals heavy with death and also possibly with strong violence or with suicide/depression. If you are not comfortable reading about that, please PLEASE do not proceed further.)

CAUSE OF DEATH
1 - Accidental. Nobody meant for this to happen, but it doesn't matter now. Due to negligance, arrogance or just plain bad luck, you've become gravely ill or injured and are now in your last moments. This covers all kinds of accidental deaths--strangulation, drowning, car accidents, unintentional beheadings, whatever you can think of.

2 - Murder. Somebody really didn't like you. Enough to kill you, it seems. You're now dead by someone else's hand. (Maybe even the person replying to you?) As with accidental death, this covers all types of intentional, malicious murder, regardless of method--so poisoning, stabbing, shooting, etc., all work here. Same with all the below options: any possible variation you can think of on it will work!

3 - Suicide. There is no hope for you, and no way out. You've reached the absolute bottom pits of despair, and the only recourse you have is to take your own life. Someone shows up to stop you... but they're too late to help you now.

4 - Terminal illness. You have cancer, or tuberculosis, or cholera back when people got cholera. The doctors have done everything they could and it wasn't enough. The only thing to do now is give your loved ones the bad news.

5 - Starvation. So thirsty. So hungry. Maybe you've been traveling in the desert for hours, or maybe you're just really poor. Whatever the reason, it doesn't matter, because you're slowly wasting away until you're nothing but skin and bones.

6 - Death in battle. You've died a hero's death, and gone out in a blaze of glory. Or maybe you were a coward who got shot for deserting? Either way, you're now a casualty of war. Will you be honored with a parade or scorned as a traitor to your country?

7 - Natural causes. You've lived a long, happy life, and now your story is at an end. In a warm bed, surrounded by your family and friends, you peacefully drift off. Just make sure that you've made a will somewhere, or at least use your deathbed to set the record straight. Otherwise, who knows what kind of squabbles might errupt after you leave this world?

TIME LEFT
1 - A few minutes. You're fading fast and you don't have much, well, any time left. Better tell the person with you that you love -- or despise -- them with your last breath, because you'll never have the chance otherwise.

2 - A few hours. You haven't got much time left. Is there someone you still need to kill? To kiss? Better do it quick. (Note: last kisses not recommended for people dying of highly contagious illnesses.)

3 - A few days. The doctors have given you the news, and it's not very good. You've only got a couple days left to live. You should start trying to make peace with people and saying your final goodbyes with the days you have left.

4 - A few weeks. Take that vacation you've always wanted to go on but never had the chance to. Go do that thing you've never thought you'd be any good at. You've got only weeks left to live. Don't waste them.

5 - A few months. While you aren't quite on death's doorstep yet, your lifespan has still dwindled considerably from what you probably thought it would be. How are you going to spend your last few months on Earth? Making the world a better place and telling your family you love them? Or raising as much hell as possible?

RELATIONSHIP
1 - Lovers. This is your husband, wife, boyfriend, girlfriend, mistress, whatever you call them they were the person you wanted to spend your life with. Too bad you don't have much of a life to spend with them anymore.

2 - Siblings. Your beloved little or older sibling is just standing there, watching you slowly waste away before their eyes. Can you say anything to comfort them? Note that it doesn't necessarily have to be interpreted literally; adopted siblings and friends so close they might as well be siblings work too.

3 - Parent and child. Nothing is worse than a parent having to bury their child... except, maybe, a young child now alone in the world after losing their parent. As with the sibling prompt, this can be expanded to include parental figures and people who are LIKE a father/mother to you as well as actual biological parents.

4 - Co-workers, teammates or classmates. You were fighting for the same side. Or you worked together in the same office for years. Or they sat behind you in biology all semester. However you met, how do your react when you find out someone who used to be a fixture in your life is going to die?

5 - Friends. You're the best of friends! You go everywhere together, know all each other's secrets, and are never seen apart. At least, you didn't use to be. Now one of you is dying and the other one is left alone in the world. Or maybe you're dying together. Wait, is that better or worse?

6 - Bitter enemies. You hate, hate, HATE this person. In fact, maybe you killed them. Or they killed you. Or maybe nobody killed anybody and they're just bitter that Mother Nature got to you before they did. Regardless, they want to confront you one last time before you bite it, if only to rub your nose in your imminent demise and their ability to outlive you.

HOW IT WORKS:
1. Using Random.org or a similar site, the first character to post rolls for their cause of death and how long they have left to live. They then post to the meme with their name, canon and the results of their roll. (For example: "Jane Doe | That One Series | 1 2" would mean Jane Doe from That One Series died of accidental causes and has a few hours left to live.)

2. Responding characters then roll for the relationship between the two of you. Optionally responding characters can also share your cause of death/time left to live or roll for their own, but that's not required. A living character caring for (or horribly mutilating) a dying one is fine, too.

3. Tell the person what you need to tell them before you bite it.

4. Have fun!

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[The shot had come out of no where, a resounding crack in the silence of the woods. Stiles and Isaac had been out here, wandering, just enjoying themselves--and there had only been a second when Isaac had indicated that something smelled wrong, before it all went to shit.

After the sound of the gun, Stiles for a moment thought no one had been shot. He let out a greatful laugh...only to see blood blossoming across Isaac's shirt.]

No--no no no...

[He ran over, wrapping an arm around the teen's waist, a hand moving to press against the wound.]

The sound of the shot is loud in his sensitive ears, making it harder to locate where it came from, where it hit. The smell of gunpowder also means he can't place the number of assailants. He waits for the next shot, knowing there's no way they'll only fire once, not if they missed.

And then Stiles is in front of him and the smell of panic far outweighs the stink of the firearm and Isaac takes a moment to look confused, hand coming up to rest against Stiles' shoulder.

"Wh--" A strangled noise of agony chokes off his question as fire explodes throughout his body and Isaac looks down, sees the blood and realisation dawns. There was no following shoot because their shot landed in the target.

And it hurts. God does it hurt and all strength leaves him and Isaac feels his legs give out from beneath him. "Stiles..." He gasps, gripping tightly into Stiles' shirt.

"It's going to be okay--" Stiles lowered to the ground as easily as he could, keeping Isaac half pulled into his lap. He was struggling to keep himself under control--there was so much blood.

"I'll call Deaton, you're going to be okay, okay?" He had to believe that; Isaac was everything to him...he was going to be okay, they would find the hunters, and kill them. It was the only thing that Stiles could repeat to himself, over and over in his head.

"Stiles... Stiles, it hurts. Fuck." Breathing felt like a chore, and every breath in made the pain spread further and he could feel his heart rate pick up as he begins to panic. "It's... Stiles... It's Wolf's Bane."

He was glad Stiles had faith, especially when Isaac's own was fading with every drop of blood that flowed from the wound; thick and almost black with the Monkshood poisoning. "Need to be quick Stiles. I can feel it spreading."

Stiles sent a text with slick with blood fingers, before tossing the phone away, gripping at Isaac again. He didn't know what to do--this wasn't like when his mother died. That had been slow, agonizing...this was quick, harsh, and even more painful, in some ways. Because this was a love he had chosen, not been born into.

"I don't know what to do..."

Stiles, the person who always had the answers, was at a loss now. "Don't leave me...please..."

He can't stop the way his claws unsheathe against Stiles' shoulder, breaking the skin only slightly, despite his attempts to keep from doing so. "We need... I don't... I don't know. The bullet. Stiles, you have to get the bullet out so I can start healing."

Stiles' words brings tears to Isaac's eyes and one of the little pricks creep out the corner of his eye and rolls down his cheek. "I don't want to."

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Stiles barely winces at the feeling of claws, trying his best to drag up Isaac. They were miles from his car--he didn't know if he could make it, but he would try.

"...Okay...we have to get out of here, though." He didn't have anything that he could get the bullet out with--Deaton would but--he just wasn't sure it would work.

Using a hand to wipe tears away, he shook his head. "Shut up, silly wolf. I know you don't. We're...I'm going to try." He just didn't want to let Isaac down. He didn't want to fail in saving him.

He can't stop the cry of pain when Stiles moves him and the way his wound pulls. His teeth -lengthened and sharp- dig into his lip hard enough to draw blood as he tries to stifle another scream.

"I don't... I don't think I can make it." But he'll try. Because he doesn't want to die. He's not ready to go yet. And he'll be damned if some hunter with a gun is going to be the reason he bleeds out in Stiles' arms on the forest floor without even trying to survive.

That is enough to have his determination set and his jaw clenches.

"Help me up, Stiles, please."

"I'm trying..." Isaac was taller and heavier than he was, making this awkward. But still, Stiles managed to sling an arm around his shoulder, pulling them both standing. Shakily, he started to walk, doing his best not to jostle the other man.

He felt this was futile--that there wasn't a way this would work, but he had to try. Letting his mate die like this...he wouldn't be able to live with himself, afterwards.

It hurts, god it hurts to fucking much, but Isaac manages to get his feet under him with Stiles' help. He tries to take enough of his own weight that they don't fall over with the first step -he's sure that'll be the fall that keeps him down if he does- but his legs shake and he wonders how well this plan is going to work.

Still, despite it being slow, they make progress. Enough so that he let's himself have a little hope that they'll get to Deaton in time.

"How much further?" His eyes were heavy and his body ached, the fire spreading further through him, reaching his limbs and he has to stop for a minute, doubling over to vomit black across the forest floor.

"No--no shit--"

Stiles nearly drops Isaac when he vomits the black blood, forcing himself to stay strong, despite everything in him shaking. "It's a mile--I'm..."

He let out a sad, weak, broken laugh. "I'm not a werewolf...I can't run like you guys can." He's just human; and because of that, he was going to fail at saving his mate. He was pathetic...the one thing he wanted to do the most, was the one thing he couldn't do.

Isaac coughs for a moment, only just here's Stiles telling him how much longer he has to go and he starts losing the faith he was trying to hold onto.

"It's okay, Stiles. It's alright. Maybe... Maybe Deaton will make it. Who--who'd you text?" He coughs again and manages a few more steps before his legs give out and he drops all his weight onto Stiles shoulders, crying out as the new, sudden movement tears at his stomach and pain flares violently outwards and filling every ounce of his being.

"I texted Deaton, and Scott, and Derek--" He can't handle the sudden weight, and they both go down. "I'm sorry--" Stiles was trying his hardest not to sob, now, quickly moving to get off Isaac, pulling his chest into his lap, keeping him elevated as much as he can.

Everything in him realized in that moment that he's failed. His mate is going to die, and he can't do a fucking thing about it. No amount of magic, or 'willing' him to be all right is going to work. "...I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..." He keeps repeating it, rocking Isaac slightly.

"And nothing?" He leans heavily against Stiles' chest, just focusing on his breathing, which was getting harder with the worse the pain got. He started choking on what he knew was more of the black blood as his body tried to heal itself despite the Wolf's Bane running through his system.

"Don't, Stiles. Don't. I'm sorry." He drops a hand down to rest on Stiles' thigh and squeezes gently, claws still out and pressing into the denim. "I... I can't get up again, Stiles. I'm not going anywhere."

"No..." Stiles choked back a sob, fingers sliding through Isaac's damp curls, shaking his head. "...If I had taken the bite, I could have carried you. I--" If he had been one of them, he wouldn't have been helpless, holding his partner as he slowly died.

"Don't be sorry. This is my fault." He leaned down, pressing lips to Isaac's, not caring how bad the black gunk tasted, the blood. He just needed to be close to him.

"Don't. You didn't want it. If you'd... if you'd been one of us, they'd have shot you too." He brought a hand up to touch Stiles' face, fingers barely brushing over his cheek bone, his lips.

He kissed back as best he could with what little energy he had. He wasn't sure how long had passed, but his toes had stopped tingling at least 15 minutes ago and he couldn't feel his fingers. That bothered him the most, that he couldn't feel the heat in Stiles' skin and he choked on a sob. "I can't feel my fingers, Stiles." And with that knowledge came fear and realisation that he wasn't leaving this forest alive. He wouldn't get to cause trouble with Erica, or chase down Jackson and Boyd in the forest as training. He wouldn't get to see the rare smiles that meant his Alpha was actually happy to have them around. He wouldn't be able to make sure Greenburg left Stiles alone.

He wouldn't be with Stiles. "I don't want to die."

"That might have been better..." Stiles smiled sadly, sniffling loudly as he reached up to hold Isaac's hand on his face, thumb sliding over the skin. It was cold--everything about him was shutting down.

He sat there with Isaac, holding him, speaking softly, rambling about nothing, just trying to provide the comfort he could, feeling utterly helpless." He never wanted this; he didn't understand what was wrong with him, that he was cursed to watch those he loved die.

"..I don't want you to die." Stiles smoothed a hand down his face, just trying to provide the warmth he could, even if it might not be felt. "What am I going to do without you?" It was a true, heartwrenching question. He didn't have any damn clue. He had no answers, no understanding. He didn't know if he could take this... "I just love you so much..." With everything he had; Isaac had to know that.

"No. No." There's a strong conviction in his voice, even if his voice is growing weak. Nothing about that idea would be better.

He takes a moment to focus on getting air into his lungs; struggling with the way they threaten to collapse under the effects of the poison in his system. He's sure most of his organs have already failed, shut down and given up. But he needs his lungs. Just for a little longer.

"Tell Jackson... tell Jackson it's his job to make sure Greenburg stays off your case. Tell him I'll haunt his ass if he doesn't. Because, let's face it, Scott's too much of a pussy to take on Greenburg." He tries to laugh, fails. "Remember that I love you. That it was always you. And that no matter what, that would never change. That's what you're going do." He nods weakly, black and red blood mingling as he coughs again and it curls under his jaw to run down his neck. "You're going to go to a big, fancy college and you're going to fall in love and have beautiful, geeky, annoying babies that'll wear leather jackets like the little badasses they are. And you're going to annoy Derek, and be Erica's Batman. You're going to play video games with Scott and pick on him for being a sap over Allison. And you're always going to remember me. But not like this. Remember me strong, remember me loving you. That's what you're going to do."

"Okay..." Stiles smiled weakly, nodding, not caring how the tears were pouring down his face, then. Shifting Isaac up slightly, so the werewolf could hear his heart, Stiles pressed lips against those curls he loved to play with, so much.

"I think I can do most of those things..." He couldn't promise; Stiles couldn't imagine loving anyone more than he loved Isaac--this was supposed to be their forever thing. They'd made plans...worked on them. Just because Isaac would be gone, didn't mean he'd give them up. It wasn't in Stilinski nature; they didn't just move on. "Just don't think the whole 'falling in love' thing works, when I'm already in love."

His fingers gripped at Isaac, holding him tightly, as if that would somehow just give them more time. If his sheer will could hold him together, just a bit longer.

Isaac grunts in pain when he's moved, but the sound of Stiles' heart beat under his ear is enough to help him relax almost straight away, turning his head to brush his nose against his shirt.

He shakes his head again. "Don't close your heart to love, Stiles. I don't want you to be with someone else. My gut rolls at the thought of someone else touching you. But I don't want you to be alone. You have too much love in you for that." And in the end that won out over the horror at the idea of someone else getting to have Stiles forever.

The more time the passed, the harder it got for Isaac to breathe and he knew, he just knew that he didn't have much longer. His heart rate was slowing and each breath was shallower.

"Promise me one last thing? Promise me you'll tell Derek thank you for me? Because, despite all the shit that has come with being a wolf, there's been good. And the best thing the bite brought me was you. So tell Derek, thank you for giving me that. I love you. Never forget that."

His eyes flutter and tears fall. He knows he doesn't have long, minutes maybe, but he needs to hear Stiles promise. Needs it more than he needs air in that moment.

In the silence, holding Isaac, he wasn't quiet; he was never quiet. Instead, he spoke softly, the little things he had always told the other teen. What he loved about the werewolf, the stupid stuff that sometimes annoyed him...Stiles just spilled out everything he had ever thought about them, quietly, carefully, reverently. If Isaac was going to die, he wanted the teen to know how much he was loved--how much Stiles had truly cared.

When Isaac spoke again, Stiles nodded. "Yeah--yeah I'll tell him. Promise." He smiled tightly, leaning down to kiss him again. "I won't forget. Trust me...I never do. Not a thing."

Isaac listened, eyes still closed, to all those words, saving them to a memory he would never get to look at again.

He knew the moment the poison reached his heart, knew it in the way it felt like heart burn but only a million times worse. He knew he only had seconds and he used the last of his strength to open his eyes, hoping they were blue, and worked to meet Stiles', wanting them to be the last thing he saw, so full of love. He wanted to see Stiles' smile and he worked to tell him so, choking on the words, barely able to do more than whisper. "Please... Smile for me. I... Want it to be the last thing. Please. I love you."

Isaac knew, he knew that as soon as he saw it, his heart would stop the way it always did in the light of that smile. And he knew that it would be the final time.

As much as it pained Stiles, he would give Isaac what he wanted. Fingers slipping to cup the back of his neck, he pressed their foreheads together, smiling as brightly as he could, even if it broke his heart.

"...love you too."

He knew when Isaac passed. The light fading out of his eyes, the final stillness to him, the lack of breath. That was when Stiles finally broke, gripping at the dead boy as if he was all he had, burying his head against his bloody chest, sobbing.

That was the way they found him, twenty minutes later, gripping at someone who could no longer grip back.

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