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ANGST MEME


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

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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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[Reid didn't want him to be sick, either, but when he felt Balfour's forehead, well. He couldn't deny that he was warm.]

You feel warm. I should probably get you some aspirin or something.

No. Sleep is good right now. Just sleep.

_{[Balfour strokes Reid's hair gently as he nuzzles close. Like he's trying to comfort him.]}

You have a fever though. You should take some aspirin just in case. Otherwise you could be worse in the morning.

[See, the thing was, Reid was stubborn. He was stubborn and he wanted to do what was best for Balfour. It wouldn't be a hassle or anything, even.]

Sleeeep.

_{[Balfour shifts and drapes himself over Reid, wincing as he presses on bruises as he does so. But no, Reid, you're not going to get any aspirin. Nope.]}

Balfour.

[He almost laughed a little, because Balfour seemed intent to keep him from getting up. But this was serious.]

So help me, if you wake up sick tomorrow because you didn't let me get you aspirin, and then you get me sick.

[He was trying to sound stern, when he really wasn't upset at all, just concerned.]

Sleep.

_{[Balfour pats Reid's hip and nuzzles into his chest.]}

I don't want you to move.

I'm not the one who's got a fever.

[He retorted, jabbing Balfour lightly in the side-aiming for any of the bruises.]

I could've got you some aspirin and been back in bed by now.

_{[Oh, asshole move, Reid. Even that light jab makes him tear up. God, that hurts. Fine. Fine. Fine. He flops off of you and turns his back on you, huffing and tense. Owww.

That rib? It might be cracked.]}

[Ah, geez. He didn't mean to cause that much pain, he really didn't. And now he could tell that he did something wrong and he felt bad about it.

Sitting up, he rubbed Balfour's back gently, comfortingly. He was still going to get him aspirin though. It might help with things other than his fever, too.]

Did I hurt you?

No.

_{[See, Reid, he could be an ass too. He doesn't move into the hand, nor turn to look at him. He keeps his eyes closed and body rigid.]}

I'm sorry.

[He really was. And you were missing his puppy dog eyes, Balfour. He sighed, resting his hand on Balfour's shoulder.]

I just don't want you to get sick, alright? I didn't mean to hurt you.

[This was the second time he'd fucked things up today. Maybe he should just...stop...and try to sleep. But he was worried about Balfour.]

_{[Well you're not going to get the puppy eyes. Balfour's sort of mad at you right now.]}

I'm fine. Just go to sleep.

_{[His voice is cold, blank, emotionless. And he's not going to stop tensing up under your hand, Reid, so you're probably better off just...giving up.]}

[If this was Pogue or Tyler or anyone else, Reid would tell him to stop being a little bitch about things. But that wouldn't help anything at all. Because Balfour wasn't anyone else. Why couldn't he just accept that Reid was worried about him and let Reid do something though?]

Like I can fucking sleep.

[Muttered to himself as he got up. What was he doing? Going into the kitchen for a glass of water and a couple of aspirin of course. Then he came back and put them down on the table on Balfour's side of the bed. There. They were there if he decided he wanted them. Then Reid got back into bed, curling up on his side facing away from Balfour.]

_{[Balfour did not move or speak when Reid got up. Clearly the other male didn't understand why Balfour was fucking pissed, but honestly, right now Balfour really didn't want to talk to him--about it or anything else. He was furious. Reid had jabbed him with intent to hurt, and that was worse than the fact that he'd jabbed a cracked rib at all.

So he just laid there, even when Reid laid back down, quiet and still for ten or fifteen minutes before he finally got up and just left the room.

Sorry, Reid, but Balfour's taking the couch tonight. Be glad he didn't send you out to the couch.]}

[No, he didn't get it. Because it was something he would do to the other boys all the time. It was his way of saying hey, you're hurt remember? Let me remind you. Yeah. So, let me help you. He kept forgetting though, that whatever he had with the others, he didn't exactly have with Balfour. They hadn't grown up together, they didn't know each other inside and out.

And you know what? If given the choice, he would have gladly taken the couch. Because when Balfour left, Reid just curled up on himself more than he had been before. He didn't like all of the empty space-he never had. He wasn't used to sleeping alone. He just. Hugged a pillow to his chest and buried his face into it, feeling miserable.]

_{[Balfour just stayed on the couch for the rest of the night, face buried in the back of the couch, ribs and bruises and cuts twinging and throbbing. He didn't want to take the pain medicine because he wasn't used to it, because he was afraid of what it would do, but he was afraid to tell Reid that, too. So he just laid there, in pain, not getting any rest, until the sun came up.

Still, he didn't move.]}

[Things would be so much easier if they would just talk about shit. And Reid wasn't the only one to blame here, because he'd been doing plenty of talking. Which was part of what had gotten him in trouble.

When morning came, he hadn't slept very well. He spent most of the night tossing and turning and ended up with a horrible crick in his neck and shoulders. It was still way early for him when he dragged himself out of bed, but he figured if he was awake, why bother staying in bed. He didn't bother to put on a shirt, just slouched out into the kitchen in a pair of sweatpants.

In the kitchen where he proceeded to bang things around noisily because fuck being quiet. He was in a bad mood and he'd slept bad and he didn't even know what he was making so much noise for because it wasn't like he could cook or anything. He was probably just going to have a strudel or a poptart or something.

It was probably just to show his displeasure for everything in general, right now.]

_{[The banging did its job: irritated the hell out of Balfour. He sat up, still angry from the night before.]}

Are you quite done?

_{[And he walked in, removing the pan or whatever the hell Reid was banging from his general area and tossing it on the stove, grabbing eggs.

Hey, look, he's making breakfast for you. But only so you'll shut the hell up.]}

No.

[Yes. Yes, he was. He was just sulking, shooting angry little looks in Balfour's direction.]

I can get myself breakfast, you know. Aren't you sick or something anyway?

[But he wasn't moving to make himself breakfast, like he claimed he could. No, he was moving to slouch down into a chair at the kitchen table, crossing his arms over his chest.]

_{[He ignored Reid and continued making breakfast, and yeah, so what he had a fever. He wasn't sneezing or snotting, so it didn't really matter.

It's only once the eggs are done--he only made one serving, not really being hungry--and being placed in front of Reid that he speaks.]}

You hurt me.

_{[That's why he's pissed.]}

I asked you if I did. You said no. [But he'd known the no was a yes all along, hadn't he?]

I didn't mean to. Wasn't what I was trying to do. You had a fucking fever and you wouldn't let me help.

[Said with a bit of a glare, but it was fleeting, as he turned his gaze down the tabletop instead.]

That is exactly what you meant to do, or you wouldn't have jabbed me so hard.

_{[And see, that's what's upsetting him. That Reid meant to hurt him, if even a little. Balfour returned the glare, but once Reid dropped his, he turned and walked off, going to get changed. He had to go to work.]}

Oh come on, I didn't do it that hard.

[No, no they were not done talking, Reid was getting up to follow him now. he wasn't even interested in breakfast right now. He was too upset to just sit there and eat.]

If I'd really meant to hurt you, you would have known. But why the fuck would I want to really hurt you?

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I don't know.

_{[He rounded on Reid.]}

Honestly, I don't know why you would want to. Fact remains you did. I just wanted to sleep last night.

_{[And he hadn't slept at all. Wow, could it even be more obvious?]}

I wanted to sleep too. I wanted you to take some goddamn aspirin for your fever and just sleep, but no. You couldn't do that.

Jesus fuck. If I can't protect you, then the least I want to do is help if you get sick.

[And instead he'd spent all night tossing and turning, upset with himself, upset with Balfour-with everything, but mostly himself.]