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the "take care" meme

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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[Reggie leaned into his touch with a soft sniffle, slender hand reaching up to take it. It made her feel better to know he felt the same way.]

So what's going to happen?

[Her admitting how she felt meant that she was willing to commit to it, to them, to him. The Derrickson Women take that commitment seriously.]

[his heart pounds, mouth dry.] I don't know.

[His weight is suddenly heavy on her shoulders] There's something very...very wrong with me. I don't know what to do about that.

[It surprised her, for him to suddenly be leaning on her and slips her arms up around his shoulders and is content to just hold him for a second before her brain starts ticking away at any options they might have.]

It's gotta be like a virus or something, right? Something maybe.. the government or someone can..

[She breaks off, realizing that it would be putting him in a lab. They'd dissect him. She wishes she could just snap her fingers and make everything the way it was supposed to be.]

[His mouth twitches, almost smiling.] "Sorry, I'm a creature that's not supposed to exist and what can you do to help me get better?"

[His hand finds hers and he begins to rub her palm with his thumb, holding her fingers. He's warm]

.....It's a relief to have you know.

I just.. [She focuses her eyes on their hands and his motion, feeling all sorts of things.

It was shocking but she was a fixer. If there was a problem her first instinct is to try and make it better. She doesn't know how she feels about it, about the Wendigo but how she felt about Paul was different.]

I'm happy you told me.

[He is about to say something else, some words of love, some words of keeping her safe some promise that things would get better except then, there in her arms he feels them.

The old woman in the house down from hers, hearts, sounds, smells. Humanity. He's there. He can sense all of them.

His throat hurts and there's a loud growl from his stomach. He clings to her.]

You have to lock me up.

[She's confused, obviously, by his sudden cling and the tone in his voice and she pushes him back softly.]

What do you mean? Why?

[This wasn't supposed to be how it went. There was supposed to be happiness and that warm feeling that spread and romance... and there's not. She's scared.]

[His stomach growls and he pushes her away from him. His face is twisted in the dark, misshappen.]

...Regina please!

[She gasped, wide eyed as the force from his push shoves her back against the window pane and her hand covers her mouth as she sees him start changing.]

Where, Paul? Where? All I've got is a wood shed.

[There's panic hinting in under a steadily growing fear, a heavy rock in her stomach as her legs draw closer to her instinctively.]

...That'll do. That'll -[He clenches again] Go. I just - I just need it for a minute. That's it. Just a minute.

[Reggie can't help but skit him as she runs away, out the door and quickly down the stairs. The kitchen was her destination and she shuffled though a drawer until she found a set of keys.

The back screen door bangs as she moves through it, tears slowly creeping down her face and when she grabbed the padlock, there was a quiver in her hand that she tried to ignore.]

[Paul? Who's Paul? Paul is...a voice. a voice that the Wendigo wants quiet. If it weren't for the voice's mate it would be gone. The woman would be devoured.

But it was his mate and the Wendigo had to admit she was required. For now.

But Paul is gone. A shadow is in his place, the sound of something heavy skirting the stairs, out...following her down the stairs into the forest.

She might catch a glimpse of something, a young furred thing slumped over, moving half gorilla half human through the grass to the tool shed.

If she looks.

If she doesn't look the door will shut on it's own and Paul's voice will be heard, soft and sad.]

Lock the door.

[Reggie glances, enough to get a rough idea, not enough to solidify her image of him.

The shed door shuts and she locks it back. She stumbles backwards a few step and stands there, dumbly.

What had just happened?

It takes her a couple of minutes before she shakily asked.]

Paul?

[deep silence.

There's a thud, something heavy being dragged across the wooden floor. Five minutes. Then ten.]

....I'm sorry Regina...

[She stood there for the first three minutes or so before giving in and sitting down. Her arms wrapped around her knees and she laid her head down, looking off into the forest, tears drying on her cheeks as she spaces out into her thoughts.

She thought about them sitting on the porch out in the rain, or the night that he first cooked for her and her reminiscing brought fresh silent tears.

When his voice broke the silence, she couldn't find it in herself to say anything back. It's ok? It wasn't ok. She didn't know how to cope so she chose silence.]

I just wanted to measure up to my father. [His voice remained soft.] I just wanted to do right. I never knew I only...

It would have been better if I had died. Instead of my friends.

[dramatics aside.]

...It's so free though. Out there. The sights, the sounds. There's peace there but I can't leave you.

....I can't. [Something rumbled behind the door, dee and angry.]...I love you.

[It hurt. Everything hurt. Her eyes, her heart, her ass....

His death remark makes her reflect back on the day they met. The day he saved her life. He was a white knight, broken leg or not. If it wasn't for him, she'd be dead.]

This sucks.

[She pushes up off the ground and hugs herself.]

I-

Just... give me a minute.

[She turns and walks away, back into the house. She needed some time.]

...Regina?

[He stops.] Reggie?...Reg-

[In her shed he drags himself, thudding against the door.] Regina? Regina!

[She stopped at the back door as she heard him call out to her. She's not cruel.]

I'll be back for you Paul, I promise.

[The same words she said at the hospital.]

[Come back now! Is what he wants to say. but he doesn't. Instead the grief and anger- he could tell, she was sad - instead it made him cry.

The wendigo did not cry, it did not feel anything. His sobs turned into a howl of anger and rage as something large SLAMMED against the door to the woodshed.]

[Measured careful steps bring her back into the yard, stopping a few inches from the door. She had decided and if he couldn't spare her the time to work through it, then she will box it away, pull up her boot straps and stop sniveling.]

I promised.

[The sobbing dwindles over the span of five to ten minutes.]

...I'm hungry.

[She leans against the door, facing the house, soundless. Reggie used the lack of conversation as a haven in her thoughts. She has to remember that this isn't easy on him either.

Because he didn't know.

When he finally spoke, she pushed off the shed and walked back into the house. It wasn't thirty seconds later that she's already heading back out to him, slender fingers steadily tearing at plastic of some kind.

The key is brought out and the lock is popped, the door swinging wide. In her hand was a steak and it was raw. She was a little pale, but she was there.

And she refused to be afraid of him.]

[No!

There's a scuffling towards the back of the thing, hiding in the shadows while the creature snarls]

Get out! Get out!

[He's mostly hidden. Mostly. There's just a low crouching shape in the darkness - much bigger then a man.]

Get out!

[With a sad look, she drops the steak in and shuts the door again. Was this how it was going to be?

Regina guarded against the way that made her feel as the sound of the lock reengaging stuck in her mind.

There was no reason for that sound to be as loud and dreary as it was and she couldn't do anything but turn around and lean back onto the door.]

Government is our best bet.

[Her voice was tight and rough but still strong.]

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