bakerstreet | ( angst meme)

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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It shouldn't bug him. It really, really shouldn't. He should be used to it. He'd seen Lydia make out with Jackson more times than was mentally healthy for him. So why was the thought of Erica sleeping in the same building as three other guys making him see red? Did she climb into bed with any of them? Did they all sleep together in one large puppy pile? Did they run their hands up bared legs?

It shouldn't bug him, but it did.

He was at school, at his locker, grabbing his Chem book for the next class. Boyd walked by and gave him a smile. Or was it a smirk? Was it a 'I get to sleep with a mostly naked (if not completely naked) Erica and you don't' smirk? Was it a smirk that stated that he currently had Erica's scent on his hands in some werewolfy scent-marking thing? Glaring at Boyd, he slammed his locker. Then punched it.

Then tried not to make the whimpering noises that were threatening to erupt because ow!

Not that Stiles would know it, but more often than not, she curled up in the one broken down-looking chair that was right against the side of the subway car. It wasn't much, wasn't very comfortable at all, but it was better than sleeping on the floor. They were pack, and that justified a certain level of closeness, but it didn't mean she crawled in with the first warm body she could.

In the past, she'd curled against Isaac for warmth because the boy practically radiated heat, but no more than that.

She smiled at Boyd as he passed across the hall - and then promptly furrowed her brows when she heard Stiles punch his locker. (Actually, since she hadn't actually seen him do it, she was a bit surprised to see him holding his hand and looking like he was trying not to cry.) She crossed the distance, leaned against the locker next to him, arching a single brow.

"What the hell did you just do?"

He looked at her, then tucked his hand behind his back. The scraped knuckle and the evidence of further bruising wasn't something that needed to be advertised. "Nothing." Such a lie and even though he knew she'd be able to hear it, he needed to say it. He needed to pretend like she didn't have that much control over him. Lydia was bad enough, but this instant rage over the thought of any of them touching Erica...

It was too much. He needed to really prioritize his life and stop himself from falling for girls that he couldn't have. "Shouldn't you be in class?" His voice was pained and his hand throbbed and he just wanted to go in the boys room and curl up in a stall and pretend, for a second, that he wasn't an idiot.

Stiles, you aren't fooling anyone. Erica just ends up reaching behind him to gently take hold of his injured hand, peering at it with a small frown creasing her forehead as her brows furrow. "This doesn't look like nothing, Stiles," she says - and it sounds almost reprimanding, the way her voice dips a little lower.

She looks back up at him, brown eyes reflecting his own, curious. "Yeah, but you should be too, and since we're both here you might as well tell me why you just tried to put a dent in your locker."

It was one of the few times she'd touched him without backing it up with a threat or pain. As much as he wanted to take his hand out of hers to hide the mark, it was an excuse to stay close to her and he was just desperate enough to take it.

He shrugged at the question, looking down at his hand before meeting her eyes. "I was adjusting it." Oh, look at that, another lie.

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god i'm sorry for the delay, life was stupid yesterday.

Not a problem. Life has stupid days.