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All About Me Meme

The All About Me Meme

How To Play
1. Comment with your journal, listing fandom.
2. Others will comment with a "Me" prompt. If you can't decide here's the RNG to help.
3. Feel free to list and "Me"s that you're not comfortable with.
4. Tag others and make it all about you!

Scenarios

i. Comment with an “Amuse Me” to have your characters try to cheer one another up.
ii. Comment with a “Break Me” to have your characters in an angst ridden situation. [be it a break up, make up, fight, whatever hurts the best.]
iii. Comment with a “Call Me” to have one character asking for the other. [be it at the brink of death/in a battlefield/knocking on the front door wounded, feel free to specify.]
iv. Comment with a “Drink Me” to have your characters out for a drink together.
v. Comment with a “Enamor Me” to have your characters be fluffy and woo each other. [be it out of the blue/Valentines Day, feel free to specify.]
vi. Comment with a “Fight Me” to have your characters fighting with or against each other.
vii. Comment with a “Get Me” to have your character saving the other.
viii. Comment with a “Haunt Me” to have one character watching over the other. [be it as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]
ix. Comment with an “Invite Me” to have one character asking the other to join them. [be it for a date, a party or up for coffee, feel free to specify.]
x. Comment with a “Join Me” to have one character giving the other an offer. [be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity, feel free to specify.]
xi. Comment with a “Kill Me” to have one character kill the other.
xii. Comment with a “Love Me” to have a steamy smut thread between two characters.
xiii. Comment with a “Mourn Me” to have one character mourn the other character’s death.
xiv. Comment with a “Nurse Me” to have one character taking care of/healing the other.
xv. Comment with an “Offer Me” to have one character give the other a gift.
xvi. Comment with a “Paint Me” to have one character draw the picture of the other. [like one of your french girls~ be it painting them or drawing them, maybe offering a picture of them as a gift, feel free to specify.]
xvii. Comment with a “Quiet Me” to have one character try to calm the other down. [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]
xviii. Comment with a “Remember Me” to have one character try to get the other to remember them. [be it from an accident, meeting them after years apart, feel free to specify.]
xix. Comment with a "Seduce Me" to have one character try to seduce the other. [be it romantic seduction, manipulative or to join the dark side, feel free to specify.]
xx. Comment with a “Tell Me” to have one character confessing something to the other character. [be it a love confession, a secret, feel free to specify.]
xxi. Comment with an “Unbind Me” to have one character freeing the other. [be it freeing them from jail, from handcuffs, from a trap, from a curse, feel free to specify.]
xxii. Comment with a “Value Me” to have one character tell the other how they feel about them.
xxiii. Comment with a “Wed Me” to have the characters deal with the subject of weddings and marriage. [be it characters proposing to or marrying another or one being the mistress/mister, feel free to specify.]
xxiv. Comment with a “X Me” to come up with your own scenario. [try to be as specific as possible.]
xxv. Comment with a “Yahoo Me” to have your characters celebrating something. [be it a birthday, an anniversary or Arbor Day, feel free to specify.]
xxvi. Comment with a “Zip Me” to have one character help the other get dressed. Or undressed

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[Eight days later and Derek still has trouble finding peace because Stiles seems to spend his time sending a seemingly unending stream of text messages to him. When Stiles' thumbs get tired, Derek supposes, banging on the front door of his apartment until he gets sick of it is his next course of action.

And that's not counting the few voicemails he's got that he refuses to listen to because he's pretty sure they're all the same thing.

It's that eighth day that finally drives him to actually answer the door. His phone has been shut off since the day before and he actually got some sleep the previous night, but, no fail, the knocking that slowly turns to pounding comes at his door and he can't deal with it anymore. So, he makes his way over and opens it, his gaze landing on Stiles.]

Don't you have better things to do?

[Oh, hey, look at that. The door actually opened. And look, Derek wasn't dead.

He can blame the next bit on the fact that Derek had purposefully been avoiding his calls and his visits, leaving the teen to assume the worst in that he'd been roasted in his sleep and the pack of Alphas had come over to cook S'mores over his burning corpse before devouring it. Way to give him a panic attack, jerk.

The look he gives Derek is first surprise, then relief, then annoyance that leaks into anger.]

Maybe I should. Seems making sure that certain stubborn dick head werewolf Alphas are still alive is a giant waste of my time.

[This would be where he turns to stomp his way down the stairs, giving Derek his back. See that? That's what he thinks of you right now, Derek Fail.]

[Derek can't say he's all that surprised by Stiles' reaction to him because, after so many days and text messages, he figures Stiles has to be pretty irritated with him. He's not expecting that brief flash of relief on his face, but he doesn't get the chance to question anything before he's sighing and watching Stiles head toward the stairs.

And, for a split second, he thinks about just closing the door and letting him go, but he thinks better of it with a roll of his eyes.]

Stiles.

[Derek moves out of his apartment and follows after him, making no move to reach for him just yet.]

Come back.

Why, so you can continue to ignore me? I think you got the message across loud and clear, Derek.

[He heads down the stairs, cheeks pink with anger as he continues to head over to his jeep. He should have known better, really. Derek was a dick, plain and simple. It just made Stiles more of an idiot for thinking that some crappy leftovers and somewhere safe to sleep for a night might have actually made a difference in having him be seen as anything other than the token human.]

[He follows him all the way out of the building and over to his jeep, where he catches Stiles by the arm and pulls him around to face him, backing him up against the side of the vehicle to keep him from going anywhere. There's no slamming him against it. Just simply resting his hands on either side of Stiles so he's got nowhere to go.]

After all the shit you've given me about coming into your room and demanding things, I finally said I was gonna back off. Remember that? Because I don't think you do. I can't back off if you're coming to me now!

There's a difference between not threatening people and bossing them around like some damn dictator and dropping all communications and pulling a disappearing act. Especially after something like that flaming ring of death, Derek. Radio silence doesn't promote feelings of comfort and joy.

[It went to show how pissed he was that instead of cringing against the back of the jeep, he was leaning forward, invading Derek's space. He even went so far as to push at his chest with a hand.]

No, I told you I wasn't coming around. Did I ever text or call you before that? It was a given that it meant dropping communication. And you're not my keeper, Stiles. You don't need to check up on me or look out for me.

[Because Derek can take care of himself. And the movement toward him along with the push does nothing to move Derek back, instead just leaving them closer as he stubbornly remains in his spot.]

Too late, Derek. You can't close the door that easily. You started it when you started using me as some human Google machine. Then, oops, it's not convenient for you to have to have emotions or pretend you give a shit, so you just... god.

[He pushed again with both hands this time, glaring at the man in front of him.]

What the hell are you talking about? When did I ever act like I didn't give a shit?

[And, yeah, he's still not going anywhere. But he looks less irritated and more confused about what Stiles is talking about.]

All the time. Are you seriously asking me that? The only thing you care about is having a pack to up your mega Alpha powers. You don't care what happens to anyone outside of it, other than Scott, and that's only because you're trying to woo him into joining you. All the rest of us are just 'in the way'.

[Dammit Derek, move. Stiles braces his back against the jeep and starts really pushing at the chest in front of him.]

[Derek stares at Stiles in silence for a few moments then he abruptly pulls back, stepping away and letting his hands fall to his sides again.]

Fine. Go. I'll get back to not giving a shit.

[Hey Derek. Funny thing about momentum... Stiles wound up stepping into Derek at the sudden move back, face smushed against his chest before he pulled himself upright.]

Go back? Go back? You're kidding, right? If you gave a shit, you would have least sent a text to let someone know you weren't dead. We're on high alert, you dick. Not the best time for you to pull an Angel.

[He makes no move to stop Stiles from ending up against him, but he does catch his arms as if to make sure he doesn't fall before he's upright again. Then his hands drop once more and he turns to start walking back toward his building, talking over his shoulder.]

You know I'm not dead now, so go home.

I will. And see if I give a crap about your furry ass catching on fire again. [He jerked the door open and climbed in, angrily shoving the key in the ignition and starting it up with a roar.

He was angry. Angry at Derek. Angry at himself. Angry at everything. The Alpha should have just picked up the phone, or even sent back a text saying he wasn't dead. Then Stiles wouldn't have built himself up into a panic. Obviously this was Derek's fault.]

[Derek glances back at Stiles, watching him in his jeep for a second before he makes his way back into the building so he can head back up to his apartment.

If Stiles is so sure he doesn't give a shit, he's going to let him keep thinking it. Derek's not chasing him down and explaining anything when he knows Stiles isn't likely to actually listen to him anyway.]

[Stupid Derek with his stupid alone time and his stupid face. Stiles was still pissed by the time he pulled into his driveway, storming up the stairs and ignoring a question from his dad.

He slammed his door and threw himself down on his bed. It wasn't his fault. People died. People around here died a lot. People around him died a lot. Werewolf or not. Excuse him for giving a shit. If Derek wanted to stay all to himself, good. It was no skin off his nose. Maybe he'd get a good night's sleep for once.]

[There's no door slamming in Derek's apartment, but he does end up irritated and restless to the point that he actually decides to turn his phone back on. His lack of plans to text Stiles or go after him doesn't stop him from finally sitting down and reading through the bulk of messages he's been ignoring for a week.

Then he takes a seat on his bed to go through his voicemail and, if anything, he finds himself more irritated than before. Because if this is what he needs to do to make it obvious that he does give a shit, it's never happening. The calls and checking on people and being completely obvious that he cares all the time, that's just not the way Derek functions.]

[Stiles wouldn't expect Derek to be overly effusive or bring candy and presents to his 'friends' or even say he gave a shit. Just a few acknowledgements would go worlds to making Stiles, or anyone, feel like what they were doing mattered.

Even if was just to tell him to screw off, acknowledging Stiles or anyone checking up on him was all they were really asking for. This whole hostile approach like he'd done something wrong just because he wanted to make sure one of their group, as reluctant as he was to be one, was okay.]

[The thing is, what comes across as demanding and pushy and unappreciative to Stiles is what Derek thinks of as acknowledgement. If he didn't actually appreciate what Stiles does, how he works, then he wouldn't bother coming to him at all. But, whether he threatens Stiles or not, any attempt to get him to help with something comes across as using him now.

And the longer Derek sits and looks at the screen of his phone, the more annoyed he gets with himself as well. Without really thinking about it, a "sorry" ends up in the text input in his messages with Stiles and, after staring at it for half a minute, he hits the send button.]

[He was laid out on his stomach on his bed, wishing he had a picture of Derek's face so he could draw things on it, like mustaches and devil horns. And maybe whiskers.

The phone ringing in his pocket had him jerking his hips up, hand darting down to dig it out and pull it up to see -- oh. What? Did Derek seriously just text him an apology? He stared at his phone for a minute, fighting back the urge to tell him to go to hell.]

Okay.

[He wasn't going to let him off the hook completely.]

[That's a little better than he expects, but it's also enough to prevent him from texting again. There's not much he can say back to an 'okay' and Derek's not going out of his way to make conversation.

So, he shoves his phone in his pocket and pushes himself up to head out of his apartment and down to his car, figuring it's as good a time as any to get something to eat.]

[Stiles looks at his phone, not really expecting a reply but still disappointed when he didn't get one. Sighing, he brushed his hand through his hair and got up, going over to his desk to flip open his laptop.

He had homework to do and it might be a good distraction.]

[He ends up at a diner he's been to almost regularly since he got back because despite having a fridge and a place to make himself dinner, he's not very good about doing so.

Most of the way through his meal, though, he's half glancing at his phone, which ends up on the table beside his plate. And he finds himself disappointed that there's no text that follows - not even one to continue telling him off for being off the grid for a week.]

[He's gotten through an hour's worth of homework before he realizes that he's been not really paying any attention to anything that he's been reading. Whatever he thought he was learning has been erased by the fact that he was still annoyed at Derek.

No, he wasn't going to let him off with just a 'sorry'.]

Sorry for what?

Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf | OTA

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