— far too damaged

"we make up horrors to help us cope with the real ones." - stephen king peter brite. twenty-eight. author.

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Reblog and bold everything your muse has done!

broken a bone | gotten stitches | had a serious illness | had a near-death experience | killed someone | tried and failed to kill someone | invented something | been hungover | kissed someone | slow-danced | been in a long-term relationship | had sex | had sex and regretted it | had a one-night stand | had a threesome | experimented with their sexuality | had a kid | gotten married | gotten a divorce | self-harmed | traveled to another country | been in a play | received an inheritance | been in a car wreck | lost a loved one | been dumped | dumped someone | smoked | gotten high | been slipped something in their food/drink | won a contest | won an election | joined a sports team | gone skydiving | gone hunting | been in a band | had a job | been fired | been in a wedding party | owned a pet | seen a ghost | skipped class/work | learned an instrument | gotten a noticeable scar | sued someone | been robbed | been mugged | been kidnapped | been brainwashed/hypnotized | gone more than one day without eating | had a recurring nightmare | been bullied | bullied someone | seen someone die | attempted suicide | been tied/chained up ( sexually ???? ) | shot someone | stabbed someone | saved someone’s life | cheated on someone | been cheated on | had a stalker | been betrayed | been in a fight | been arrested | been to a funeral | had surgery | broken someone’s trust | gotten a piercing | gotten a tattoo | used a fake name | been tortured | been abused | been blackmailed | had an attempt on their life | gotten away with a crime | gone on a road trip | been in love

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LOGAN RIGBY:

“Well, like my mother used to say—” He shifted in his seat, leaning forward slightly. “-it’s all about the teasing and not about the pleasing.” He gave him a small, suggestive wink, meant to subvert his own woes towards humor, as he usually did. He was never one to talk about his problems—especially with how petty they were, in the larger picture—so openly, and despite how he might’ve trusted Peter not to judge him, it just wouldn’t feel right to expose his turmoil in broad daylight when he’s barely been honest with himself. “Well, it’s a murder of sorts, if you wanna look at it poetically. But… no, nothing like that.” A pause. “Also, you’re starting to creep me out, should I be the one worried about you?”

“Wise words. Can’t say I’d live by them though. I just aim to please.” Peter commented with a small smile, catching on how that was his friend’s attempt of steering his predicament to something that can only be taken lightly so as to lessen the weight on his shoulders. It was something that Peter would do every time his friends (or his therapist) would have the gall to take a step over the line of questions that should only be asked. At the sound of Logan’s question though, the blond put up his hands in mock defense. “Hey, my hands are clean. I’m just saying I probably won’t report you right away if it’s murder-- but only if you have a good reason. I figured that’s how friendships work, right?” 

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BERTIE HUMBLE:

Bertie looked up from where he had sat patiently waiting for his new friend to finish with his session without much bother. It was nice to take an hour out of his day to do nothing but sit and think, in all honesty. His phone had died after the first twenty minutes as he’d forgotten to charge it the previous evening so he had nothing but his mind to keep him company. Oh, and the occasional person who thought he was waiting for his own session because of the stutter in his words when he greeted them. He jumped to a stand when Peter suggested they leave and he hung his rucksack over his shoulder and followed. “H-how did it g-g-go?” he asked as they walked. 

“Shitty.” Came Peter’s automatic response, already expecting the question to be tossed his way. It was always the first thing his sister would ask him after every session and he meant it every time. “But my therapist burned some sweet incense so that was nice.” He added with a mildly impressed tone as he naturally took lead of where they’re heading next, knowing that Bertie will just let him. “He’s more tolerable than the last one. I just slept with my last therapist since he was apparently better at that than actually doing his job.” Though he only did that to shut the older man up and it unsurprisingly worked. Some people are just weak, Peter believed.

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ALEX MATTHEWS:

  “I know. I already got the lecture from my father” he replied as he took a sip of the coffee, “I don’t like apples, unless they are in desserts. You know you are a life saver right”

Peter clamped his mouth shut, realizing that he may have been nagging which wouldn’t be new. He did that a lot to his sister. “Yeah, well, I don’t think Prudence would forgive me if she finds out that I just let her favorite artist wallow in pain.”

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LIBBY RIGBY:

It was people such as himself that made Libby feel a little sick inside. She understood his apprehension if he’d come across scammers before, but she certainly wasn’t a scammer, and despised the fact that he thought that she might be. “E-Excuse me?” She sighed, shaking her head. “You know what– if you actually think I’d allow my work to host something that wasn’t legitimate then.. you can just walk away and pretend this didn’t happen. We’ve held events like these for three years, now.. but if you don’t want to see what it’s about then, I-I hope you have a good day.” She smiled, softly.

“Don’t blow a gasket now.” Peter looked down at her, unperturbed by how defensive she had suddenly gotten. This can’t be the first time someone expressed some form of suspicion of her work, can it? It seemed like it though in spite of having been doing this for three years. People must have been far too soft on her then. “I’m not saying I don’t want to see what it’s about. I just want to be reassured that my money isn’t just going to someone else’s pocket. No harm in that, yeah?”

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PHILIP VOGEL:

Slowly – as if any movement of the sort of agonizing (a total over dramatic reaction) – Philip raised the hot cup, placing the rim against his dry lips. With a slight rush of air to cool the surface, Lip took his first sip.

Coffee. It was a true blessing. A fuel that Philip loved to no limit. 

A satisfied sigh slipped out through his lips, eyes shutting at the caffeine running through his veins. “God, I needed that–” 

At the comment made by the friendly face, Philip’s eyes opened once more. His expression was neutral, knowing that Peter was in the right. However, when would Lip never drink himself to utter ruin? “…That sounds like a really sad weekend to me, man. Getting shitfaced is a good time. In the moment– that is.”

“You say that, yet not only am I the one who's feeling perfectly fine right now, I had a pretty productive weekend to boot.” His words weren’t entirely true. In spite of his advice to his friend, Peter didn’t exactly do much during the weekend. He didn’t get to write anything for the book that he was supposed to be working on and he didn’t drink the medications he was supposed to be taking. If anything, he just spent his weekend nursing his headache away and crying like a pathetic child in his room.

But nobody needed to know that.

He knew hiding his depression will end up being pointless soon enough though. Some of his friends have already pointed out the dark circles under his eyes and the significant weight loss he’s had for the past month. Just thinking about that made the blond backtrack his words.

“Okay, that was a lie. I didn’t really do much. My weekend was unbearably boring.”

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EZRA BLAKE:

Ezra sighed softly in relief, though in actuality he was more worried about revealing things about himself than pissing off Peter. “You mean I didn’t say nothin’ bout no girls?” he asked with a sheepish laugh, finally taking a few long sips from the cup of coffee. “What on my mind that got me drinking, huh? Just girls. I feel funny admitting that, like I know I ain’t seem like the type to get this messed up over girls but I guess I am, at least sometimes… anyways, I owe you one, mkay?” he said with a smile.

“I’m not surprised. That’s usually the reason why some of my friends drink as well.” Peter knew that he wasn’t the most ideal person to be talking to about women but maybe Ezra didn’t know that. It was never a topic of conversation between them after all. He found it a waste of time to be concerning oneself over relationships-- potential or not. Especially when every relationship will always find its demise sooner or later. “Wanna talk about it?” He offered anyway. Whatever problem Ezra was having, maybe it could spark a storyline for the author.

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FINN LEWIS:

“BatDaddy– Holy fuck,” Finn murmured for himself, shaking his head and tightening his eyes as he both tried to simultaneously forget and remember the night before, which only gave him an even worse headache. He couldn’t hold too much of a laugh when Peter gave him the description of the guy. “Well, what can I say, I’ve always liked them kind of older anyway,” he joked, though his voice sounded bitter and so did the laugh that came afterwards. He then reached blindly for his coffee and took a sip that burned his tongue, but ignored it. “Fuckin’ New York. Not even one month and it’s already messing up my reputation.”

“I don’t even know which part I should be fascinated by. The fact that it’s actually possible for you to go for someone who calls himself BatDaddy or how good of a liar I am. Either way, I’m impressed.” Peter isn’t really fascinated by the latter since he’s gotten the hang of lying a lot, but he definitely is surprised that his friend would go for a guy like the one he just described. He raised a brow at the thought of Finn going for older guys though, wondering just how old he’s implying here but then Peter figured it wasn’t his business to ask. At least not now when the guy was already having a hard time tolerating a hangover. 

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ADRIANNE THIMOTHY:

Adri noticed the strange behaviour but decided to both keep their interaction short as well as to not mention the inability to look at her. “Yeah,” she nodded her head and stood a little straighter, cupping her hand around the hot mug of coffee. Before she replied, the blonde took a small sip and sighed aloud. “It was for a part in an upcoming movie. I was supposed to be the drunk sister, funnily enough.”

“I could definitely see you as the face of alcohol intoxication.” Peter quipped with a short breath of a laugh. He recently had an offer of using one of his novels for another film adaptation and while he still hasn’t signed up for anything yet, maybe it could be of use for his companion. Unfortunately enough, he wouldn’t be able to promise her anything. “Well, are you interested in perhaps... taking part in a horror film?”

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CASEY MITCHELL:

He leaned forward, slightly, so he could take a better look at the other’s face, as it seemed that he was occupied with his thoughts— whatever they were. “You’re not listening,” he whined. “You usually like to listen when I tell you about Pablo, but now you’re not listening, and I’m thinking maybe something is wrong.” He paused, squinting at his friend. “Is there something wrong?”

Peter had already grown accustomed to the younger man’s whining but with the headache that he was having at that very moment, it was hard for him to stay patient. But still, the last thing he needed was to freak out on someone again. “Just a headache.” The blond finally responded after a pause. “Maybe if you talk any less for once, it’ll go away.” Shit. That was just supposed to stay in his mind. “Fuck, sorry. That was uncalled for."

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JASON GREY:

  “Excuse me can you please grab that paper before the wind blows it away” Jason asked a random stranger as he ran after one page of his reports that had gotten lose from his binder

Peter bent down to pick up the piece of paper, thinking that he should just might as well instead of pretending he didn’t hear the guy like he would usually do. “Here.” He handed the paper over. “It’s a bit wet though. Hopefully it isn’t something too important.”

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VERONICA SPENCER:

“My parents bought me this enormous canvas portrait to hang at my new place, but I’m not sure how I feel about it.” Veronica was staring down at her phone, looking down at the portrait and imagining where would be the best place to put it. “I feel like it would just take up way too much space… but they were so happy when they gave it to me…” Veronica’s voice trailed off as she turned her phone screen towards the person next to her, showing off the portrait. “What do you think?”

“It looks pretty cool to me.” Peter commented as he took a good look of the picture displayed on his friend’s phone. He had something similar back at home, though it was his sister who bought it and he really couldn’t say no to her without genuinely feeling bad. “You can hang it on the wall over your couch. That’s where my sister put up ours and she’s an exceptional self-proclaimed interior designer.”

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LOGAN RIGBY:

“I wanna think it’s worth it, but that’s probably not the best thing to say right now.” He lowered the cup back onto the saucer he’d taken it from, then leaned against the soft cushion of the booth. The sun was unfiltered in its blinding glory through the large glass windows, and he closed his eyes for a moment, allowing himself a couple of seconds in repose as he tipped his head back just slightly. The other male’s question had slowly brought him back to the conversation, though the answer escaped him. No, he knew why, he just didn’t think it would be something he’d be open to admitting out loud, as it was mostly just kept confined within the solace of his head. “It’s a long story.” He waved a hand to dismiss the thought, hoping Peter wouldn’t push any further because he wouldn’t know what to say then. “Let’s just leave it at me getting shitfaced on a weekday and having to suffer the consequences.”

To say that his friend’s answer disappointed him would be a great understatement. Peter could already tell that the guy was going through something way more crucial than just ‘a long story’ and this certainly caught his interest. For all he knew, it could be a rather peculiar obstacle that could spark a storyline for his new book. The blond was still in the midst of searching for an inspiration after all and while he’s met a lot of fascinating people, he needed something fresh and unprecedented. However, after eyeing Logan for another second or two, Peter knew that this wasn’t the right time to push. He will get that story soon enough though. “You sure know how to leave a guy intrigued.” He sighed anyway, not masking his disappointment as he took another sip from his drink. “It’s not like I’m in any place to judge you for whatever your reason is-- unless it has something to do with murder. That’s where I draw the line. Or maybe not.”

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EZRA BLAKE:

Ezra blinked for a while at the drink, alarmed for a moment when his vision seemed wonky til he realized his change in depth perception was actually because Peter had moved the cup closer. “O-Oh. Thank you kindly, Peter, I appreciate this,” he finally said before moving to just hold the cup in both his hands, sighing at the warmth. “I wasn’t… lookin’ for nothin’ in particular,” he laughed weakly, though he still felt bad for breaking his rule about drinking - to never drink when you’re sad. “Did I… say anything unnecessary to you?”

“Nothing that would piss me off.” Peter reassured him, finding it even hard to imagine Ezra saying anything that would remotely provoke him. Peter has always been the type to have quite the short temper and among all the people he knew, Ezra was the only exception when it came to actually witnessing this said temper of his. The guy has just never pushed any of his buttons yet. And hopefully it’ll stay that way. “What got you drinking anyway? Something on your mind?”

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AVA REYES:

“Thank you,” Ava said with a little smile as she peered down at the friend who had doubled over and seemed to be miserable. Ava shifted awkwardly as she eyed Peter for a moment. “Maybe I should go, I didn’t want to bother the both of you. I just noticed that he seemed in pain and ——” her shoulder feel momentarily as she glanced down, cheeks flushed. “Well, I hope that everything goes better with you and your friend. And that you both have a really good day.”

“You’re gonna leave me with this guy?” Peter jutted his thumb at his friend’s direction, a small amused smile gracing his lips. There was something endearing with the way the young woman shifted awkwardly-- she reminded him of a certain character in one of his books. “You’re not a bother at all anyway. I don’t think he’s gonna be talking to me anytime soon. Not until his hangover goes away. You can stay if you have nothing better to do.”