( angst meme)

[optipesimism]

ANGST MEME


Sometimes we all want to play some angst and see just how far our characters can and will fall.

- Post your characters, name and series in the subject along with any preferences.
- Go to random.org and roll.
- Play!


1. just depressed.
Things are tough, you're feeling worn out, or whatever the case, you're depressed. You need help or someone else thinks you do anyway.

2. abandoned.
You were left behind by everyone you hold dear and now you're forced to see how well they've adjusted, how happy they all are while you're screaming inside.

3. sick.
Cold, flu, or something even worse, all you can do is lay back and let someone take care of you.

4. fight.
You've been fighting nonstop with the other person and it just keep escalating.

5. break up.
You're being broken up with and they won't reconsider... Damn.

6. separated.
For some reason, you've been separated from the other person for a long time.

7. kidnapped.
You've been held captive for how long now? Maybe they've been torturing you even, using your blood to write ransom notes, threatening to cut off fingers to send next, etc. Rescue is on the way though, right?

8. beaten up.
Just because someone didn't like you or maybe they wanted something you had, whatever the case is, you're coming home sporting some nasty wounds and bruises.

9. jealousy.
You just have this undeniable jealousy suddenly and you need to let it out.

10. cheated on.
This goes beyond just suspicion and you have full on proof of what your lover has done. How do you handle it?

11. apathetic.
You're not sad, you're not happy, you just... don't feel much anymore. The sparkle of life has gone right out of you and you're just going through the motions now.

12. addicted.
Drugs, alcohol, whatever your drug of choice is, you can't fight the draw and you can't draw yourself out of the hole, but the other person is going to try.

13. bad romance.
You know this isn't good for either of you, but you can't stop now.

14. fear.
Nightmares, the feeling someone is following you, etc. You can't shake the feeling.

15. insanity.
You're seeing things and hearing them, waking up only to realize you've done things you don't remember or you're in a place you weren't before. You're losing it and you don't know what to do.

16. guilt.
It's eating you up inside and you have to tell someone about it now. You want to be punished and you won't take no for an answer.

17. loss
You've lost something dear to you.

18. wild card.
Combine some options or make your own!

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[teenyoda]

He'd had bad dreams before anything supernatural had ever been more than an inkling or something he played out via his MMORPG times. The problem with that was that sometimes he had the same dreams only they had different elements now. Darker, more primeval fears that crept out from his ancestral memories; the fear of the dark, of the things that thrived in it mingled with the fear of loss, of pain and grief.

Lately, his mother hadn't died in her hospital bed in his dreams. She'd been dragged out, kicking and screaming and torn to pieces in front of him. Red eyes, blue eyes, gold eyes, all peering at him from the shadows as she screamed and bled and died.

He hated those dreams. He'd woken himself from one that night with a scream barely on his lips, soaked in sweat with his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't stay in bed. Not right then. Quietly so as not to wake his dad, he got dressed and headed out to his jeep, rolling it out onto the street before starting it up and driving away from his house and the nightmares it held.

Stiles wasn't paying attention to where he was going, just knowing he had to drive, to run from something he couldn't get away from. He was idling at a red light when he looked over and saw Isaac on the street, seemingly walking somewhere. At quarter after one in the morning.

Debating on if he should or not, he quickly checked to make sure there weren't any cars around before he cut across the lane and pulled up alongside his classmate. "Hey. What're you doing out here?"

Oh Stiles!! *huggles him*

[came2win]

The thing about living with his Alpha, especially an Alpha like Derek, is that he always had to be on, always had to be strong, ready for anything and never show weakness, unless he wanted to get extra training on turning weakness into fighting fuel or having Derek baby him from afar and shoot him concerned looks during training when no one else would notice. It was annoying.

It made it hard having a 'roommate' like Derek, because when he needed to talk about something sensitive, he needed to find someone else. Someone that wouldn't pick on him (Erica)or wave it off as no big deal (Boyd) or half listen (Scott). He wasn't really close to anyone else, so instead of talking, he just needed to clear his head, and being cooped up in his plain boring room wasn't cutting it.

Iasaac got out of his bed and padded over, pulling on jeans and his lacrosse hoodie and quietly entering the main part of his and Derek's place, not that he really needed to be quiet, he knew Derek would be awake listening from the moment he pushed his comforter back. "Going for a walk..." he murmurs, knowing that the Alpha would be able to hear him before slipping out of the residence and heading down the street, letting the cool air calm and ease his mind.

He checked his watch, a little after 1 am, 1 year after his father had been murdered. How time flies when you are constantly trying to survive from Hunters and other supernatural creatures. He sighed stuffing his hands in the pouch pocket of his hoodie and headed in the general direction of the graveyard, subconsciously.

Isaac almost jumped out of his skin, so much for having supernatural sensitive hearing, "Jesus! Stiles?" Isaac says, heart pounding from his classmate startling him. "Just out, couldn't sleep, what are you doing out this late?" He says, letting a little bit of concern enter his voice, despite his whole badassness that he has been trying to pull off, which he really should stop, he's practically a puppy, really.

(gives Isaac a quick hug and scurries away)

[teenyoda]

"Out. Couldn't sleep." See that, Isaac? That was Stiles giving you back your crappy answer. Or, half an answer, really. He looked down the street Isaac was walking along, then back the way he must have come from; Derek's place. "Where are you going? Need a lift?"

Maybe driving Isaac somewhere would distract his brain from the loop it had been on. Maybe he could get it off that track and think about something else. It was better than driving around and possibly winding up across the border and having to sell his jeep because he ran out of gas for a donkey. He would never be able to cross back over the border on a donkey. Donkey's scared him, as did all animals bigger than he was.

Pulling himself out of that train of thought, he gestured to the seat, waiting for Isaac's answer.

(blushes and ignores the butterflies.)

[came2win]

Isaac catches on to Stiles' answer and just gives him an unimpressed look. Half an answer? You want half an answer you'll get half an answer Stiles. "Don't know where I'm going." He says walking over to the passenger side of the jeep and leans his arms on the bottom of the open window and look at him.

"Your car is a mess." He says looking at the floor, not that his car would be any different, if he had one.

"Where are you going anyway?" he asked looking back up at the human.

=)

[teenyoda]

"It's a mess because my passengers don't respect the rules." He had a little plastic bag that was supposed to be for garbage. No one but him used it. Maybe if he got a florescent pink one...

He shrugged at Isaac's question, nodding up ahead. "Wherever. Don't really have a destination." Other than 'not at home in bed with nightmares'. That was as far as he'd gotten in terms of figuring out where he wanted to go.

"You coming or not?"

[came2win]

"You have rules for passengers in your car?" He asked, giving him a raised eyebrow. "You should enforce them a bit more then..." he adds, because why the heel not. He stays standing by the door of the jeep, debating whether or not to go with him.

In the end he nods and pulls open the door and slides into the passenger seat, picking up an empty bottle from the seat, and goes to put it in the make shift trash bag, before stopping and letting it fall to the floor of the jeep instead, giving Stiles a playful smile.

[teenyoda]

"Yeah, you try telling Derek what to do." He did. Regularly. Stupid werewolf never listened to him anyway.

He saw Isaac picking up the bottle, thinking maybe this might not be all that bad. The careful smile turned into a scowl as he purposefully dropped it. This is why no one likes you, Isaac. Stiles put the jeep into gear and pulled away from the curb. "Where are you going?"

[came2win]

"Pfft." Isaac scoffed... "He'd break my arm...again." he says picking up the bottle and putting it in the bag, when he saw Stiles scowl. He wasn't that mean.

"Nowhere." He says quickly. "Wherever you were going is good with me..." he says avoiding eye contact and looking out of the window onto the dark street.

[teenyoda]

"Why does he do that? Doesn't he get it's a little beyond caring nurturer and creeping into abusive asshole territory?"

He made it to the next corner, then took a left, still with no destination in mind. "Right. Two guys going nowhere in a jeep at one thirty in the morning. That's not a recipe for disaster." The bottle being placed in the bag was a little mollifying.

[came2win]

"Just think of it as Derek's way of saying he loves us...and that he's the Alpha." He chuckles slightly, leaning back and letting the hum of the jeep calm him a bit. "Anything we do seems to turn into a disaster, I'm surprised your Dad hasn't locked us all up." He half jokes.

He takes a deep breath through his nose and picks up on a scent that he is familiar with, but seems sort of out of place. He looks over at Stiles and gives him a curious look. "Stiles? Why are you driving all alone late at night?"

[teenyoda]

"He wants to. Me especially. I think he'd sleep better at night knowing I was in a small cage, unable to hurt myself or others." Or kidnap the sons of any lawyers. You know, the little things.

He shot Isaac a quick look before looking back at the road. "Told you. I couldn't sleep. Why does it matter? You're getting a free ride."

[came2win]

Isaac rolled his eyes at the mention of the other wolf that left the pack, no, the idiot evil creature that terrorized the town. "We should have killed him when we had the chance, then that whole lawyer thing would have been avoided...or you know, you and Scott join our pack...." he adds with a small amount of snark.

"I didn't ask for a ride...you're hiding something..." he says turning sideways in his seat and looks at Stiles with an expectant look.

[teenyoda]

"Whatever Peter thought when he was an Alpha, it's not true. Scott's my friend. I'm not part of his pack. I'm not part of any pack. I'm just... me. Just human."

He ignores the look as best as he can, taking the next right. "No idea what you're talking about."

[came2win]

"Say that all you want, but you know you're pack. If you weren't, you think Derek would let a random human remain alive after knowing about werewolves?" He points out, shifting in his seat, getting more comfortable.

"Yes you do." He says rolling his eyes. "I know when you lie Stiles...your heartbeat is giving you all away. Tell me whats up."

[teenyoda]

"Yeah, I think he would. As long as they weren't hunters. It's not like he can run around killing everyone that knows about werewolves. He's not the wolf police."

He was going to just ignore that, heading through the green light ahead of them. "Sorry. No idea what you're talking about."

[came2win]

Isaac rolls his eyes. Of course Stiles would believe that. "Whatever you say..." he sighs, still waiting on Stiles to answer his question.

Isaac huffs in aggravation. "I'm trying to help you...why are you refusing?"

[teenyoda]

"Because I don't need help. Why are you being so cagey about where you were going?" Don't think he didn't notice, Isaac. He was the king of misdirection and changing the subject.

[came2win]

"Because it was nothing...it doesn't matter, I'm not going anymore." He says after a brief pause. He avoids any eye contact that the rambling teen may try to get. He doesn't talk about his Dad to anyone, he just keeps it all to himself.

[teenyoda]

"Fine. Then you're not going anywhere and I'm just out driving." Two can play at that game, Isaac.

Which left him with wondering where they were going. "Hey, wanna get a cone from the McD's drive thru?"

[came2win]

Hes not going to reapond to that Stikes, hes just going to be a stubborn boy.

"Sure...if the cone is replaced with a burger." Hey, he's a werewolf, he likes his meat. "There's one around the corner on 4th."

[teenyoda]

He turned in the direction Isaac mentioned, heading towards 4th and the 24hr drive thru.

Pulling up, he placed an order for a quarter pounder with cheese, fries, a drink, and an ice cream cone, turning to Isaac to see what he wanted.

[came2win]

"Two double cheeseburgers. No Pickles." He says still
A little unamused at Stiles for not opening up to him when he is offering, but he knows he's being hypocritical.

[teenyoda]

Stiles places the order, then pulls up ahead to pay.

He's not always closemouthed and he generally can talk about his feelings and thoughts, but he's still somewhat cagey with Isaac. He's not sure about him and the last thing he wants to do is spill his guts over something he could get laughed at.

[came2win]

"I can get it." He says leaning forward and pulling his wallet out of his back pocket and pulling out the pack credit card.

"Well Derek can get it." He chuckled reaching over Stiles to give the bored looking cashier the card. He took the card back once the payment was processed and replaced his wallet. He was silent while they drove up to next window and then he just did it. He blurted out.

"My Dad was Murdered a year ago tonight."

[teenyoda]

He'd been about to dig his own wallet out when the card was slipped under his nose. He hadn't expected that, but... okay. When Isaac got his card back, Stiles pulled up to the next window to wait for their food.

Then he got the blurted confession. He looked over at Isaac, hands paused in their drumming on the wheel. Oh. "So where were you going? Home?"