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this user has depressive moods related to anxiety

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writing at 2am, listening to claire de lune, wishing my lover had fallen asleep beside me tonight.

characters - slowly updating for prompts/drabbles/oneshot requests

Brandon, hero of a story. English-Taiwanese. Dreamed of being a chef as a kid. He doesn’t know how to be vulnerable apart from when he breaks down. Makes amazing Ramen. Can’t ride bikes. Robert, villain of a story. American. Was always looking after his mother after his dad walked out and his mam died of cancer when he was 15 so he started acting up in school. -- Lina, just a girl in her first year of university. English. Wants to work in the Theatre. Sits alone wherever she goes. Likes writing and music. Wishes she could be happy. John, a boy in his last year of university. English. Doesn’t know what he wants to do with his life. Does a science course and works part time in a pub. Wishes he had someone to be vulnerable around. -- Elle, one of the main three. Oldest of the group. Does ice skating and has a driving license. Is doing her A-levels currently and mainly does sport. Mina, one of the main three. Youngest of the group. Muslim family. She wants to be a criminologist. Going into college to do Sociology. Has a broken leg. Paddy, one of the three. Irish immigrant. Owns a bike and has lots of posters of The Hollywood Vampires on his bedroom wall. Giles, a news presenter who time travelled and then got influenced into being an awful person. Knows a lot of things and works for the bad guys now. -- Otis, a fourty year old man who believes it his destiny to kill the “monster” just outside town, avid gambler, is usually drunk. Katharnie, a twenty year old girl who is considered to be an outsider, she believes in protecting the so called monster. n/a

writing prompts dialogue -  (romantic angst/sad romance) “I would give my life to keep you safe.” “Aren't we in a good mood today?” “Oh, I get it. You're trying to weasel your way out of having to practice.” “I screwed up. I know.” “I did a pregnancy test.” “The way you flirt is shameful.” “I’m ready to try again, if you are...?” “I’ll find her and bring her home, I promise.” “Try focusing on your life more than mine.” “You’re still single? Its been more than a year.” “I don’t like your new shampoo.” actions -  Person A tries getting Person B out of bed and knows the only way they will is by hugging them. They haven’t been together in months now, sometimes things occur and they hang out and usually crash at each others places. Person A gets into bed beside Person B and hugs them, but ends up falling asleep too. All their friends are round and its awkward for Person A and B to see each other again but as the night goes on they all loosen up by playing games and drinking whiskey. About two in the morning they decided to watch a movie. Person B’s best friend is laid out on the sofa and they are sitting near each other, but Person A is also on the sofa and when everyone starts getting tired Person A instinctively out of habit lays their head on Person B’s lap and Person B does nothing to correct them or stop them and just tangles their fingers into Person A’s hair.

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Brandon looked down at his spoon, just about to slurp the broth from his ramen when there was a thump. He looked up and whispered “What the fuck,” just under his breath. There was another thump but a bit more clearly now, it was coming from the door. With a loud sigh Brandon pushed his chair back, it scraped against the wooden floor and he looked down, seeing the scratches that he’d made in the past. He pushed the chair to the counter again and let his spoon clatter in his bowl. Walking towards the front door he checked his watch, it read 01:37. He clenched his jaw. Who the hell was knocking on his apartment door at this stupid time, his friends were in jail and his family were still out of town since he warned them not to come back yet. His hand reached forward and clasped around the handle, he forced it to open and it finally gave way with a long creak. Someone dropped in through the doorway, it took Brandon a minute to recognise them. They were covered in blood and seemed to have flour over them too. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his gun and pointed it at the man who was halfway through his door on the floor. “What the fuck are you doing here, Cardew?” He spat the mans last name out and stuck his leg between the door and the rest of his apartment. The man covered in blood looked up, his brown eyes looked tired. “Brandon...I didn’t know where else to go. There’s...someone else. Someone worse. Help me, please.”

You hear a knock at your door. When you open it, you find your archnemesis sprawled out just past the threshold, battered, bruised, and very clearly only hanging onto life by a thread. “Sorry. It’s just … I didn’t know where else to go” they mutter as you look down at them.

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i would do anything for women. if you are a woman and you ask me to do something i wont hesitate

choose one and i’ll write it with characters you choose for me!! i’ll post my characters shortly (or if you want me to write something before i tell you my characters just tell me and i’ll choose ones i think would go well!!)

so cute tender hurt comfort is nice and all, but

enemies to lovers hurt comfort.

"i'm fine."

"you are NOT fine."

"you're running a 103 degree fever and you think you're just going to go to work like everything's just peachy? you're absolutely unbelievable."

"you dumbass! you got stabbed and you didn't think to tell me? you got it infected, you worthless piece of shit!"

"if you fucking die, i will kill you."

"you're eating this soup if i have to force it down your throat."

"you probably think i care about you now. well, i don't. i don't give a shit what happens to you, actually." (proceeds to do everything possible to take care of said person they don't care about)

"you are not sleeping on my couch. get on the bed, asshole."

"i'm not your mother. take care of yourself." (they did not, in fact, let the sick person take care of themself)

"have i ever told you that spending five hours in freezing rain without a coat is stupid? no? well, it was fucking stupid, [insert name here]."

"you know, there's this magical thing called common sense. you've probably never heard of it, but normal people have it, and that's why they're careful while handling knives so that they don't drop one on their foot."

"lie down. that's not a request, that's an order."

"you're going to drink this if it's the last thing you do."

"take your own temperature, asshole. no. no, you're doing it wrong. oh my gosh, just let me do it."

"are you feeling alright?" (clears throat) "i mean, uh, you better not be fucking sick, you idiot."

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