Lander oneshots 🫶🫶

work through this 🛋️

Type:
⛈️-HEAVY angst
🌧️- TRIGGERS:, mentions of suicide and death etc
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An auburn haired male in his earlytwenties woke up and sighed ,his alarm sending high pitched buzzes into the room. He got up,grumpily and opened up his wardrobe, sifting through what to wear,he found some of Zanders in his side ,he was always jokingly nagging at him to stick to his side, and his frown,that had been plastered on for a few days now,curled into a weak smile.

The yellow eyed boy got changed and went into the kitchen of his and his boyfriends apartment they shared for university .
He poured some water into the kettle. He put the kettle on and grabbed two mugs,put a teabag in one and two scoops of coffee in the other. He made the coffee and tea and added the desired sugar and Milk and left the coffee on the table,presumably waiting for a certain someone to pick it up.

Luke made his way to the seti,which wasn't far from the kitchen as it was an open plan ,small apartment, and popped the Tv on,leaving what was on, 'the breakfast show' as he wasn't paying much attention to it,he just drank his tea and stared out the window,he just wanted the television on for background noise.

After finishing his coffee , he checked the time and it read "9:37" , he contemplated leaving just yet,as he had to do something at around 12,but if he went now,he could get some food shopping done,as the fridge needed filling,and wanted to look in the new music shop down the road,though,he didn't really seem up to that for today , and in general some other errands. He debated for a bit deciding to leave it till ten o' clock so he would have as much time just sitting waiting.

After hitting ten o clock Luke put his shoes on, locked the door to the apartment and exited the complex, he considered walking ,but he'd have a few bags ,so got in the car and drove to the shops.

The sounds of beeps and bags being opened could be heard as the cashier scanned items at a rapid pace like the others around her.
After she was done she politely said, "that's £40.57 please, cash or card my lovely?"
"Card please", Luke said before tapping his card on the reader,it read and he grabbed his two bags and headed back to the car.
After he put them in the boot of the car,he checked the time, 11:47
He'll start heading to the place now.
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The yellow eyed boy sat down in a chair while waiting for the receptionist to call his name. He  picked at his lip, anxious and impatient of waiting, the waiting room was boring and only had a few magazines and stuff for kids to play with if they were here,they should get some more entertainment.
"Uh.. Mr L...Peterson?" A orange eyed male said,struggling to say his surname called out. Luke looked up and walked to the counter.
"Down that corridor to the last left door, dr windhurst will be there" he smiled. Luke thanked him and walked to the door. He knocked and heard a fairly high,soft voice say, "come in!"
Luke opened the door and a lady a bit older than him,early thirties/late twenties with dusty pink eyes and straight black hair welcomed him in and invited him to sit down on the sofa opposite her. The room had a strange set of comfort attached to it, with comfortable cozy seating and pillows, and semi modern decorations such as twisty candles, and plants.
"Hi Luke! I'm dr windhurst, but you can call me Jennifer" she smiled and shook Luke's hand.
"Hi" Luke smiled , sitting down across from her in her cream armchair.

"So" she started, getting up and grabbing a pale pink folder from a folder organiser from her desk at the end of the room, which was full of other pastel folders, and opening it "I understand one of my clients recommended here,Mr Everett, correct?" She spoke,picking out a piece of paper,most likely the form he had to fill in earlier that week or so.
Luke nodded,weakly smiling.
Miss windhurst returned the smile & carried on. "Good good, Sean is a lovely man,one of my oldest paying clients, since he was about , 17! but!" She said,her voice going high at the but, "we aren't here to talk about him,this is about you" she smiled, took a sip of her coffee and poured the auburn haired man a glass of water and placed it on a coaster and asked the question that Luke had been trying to avoid for the last month :

"What brings you to therapy,Luke?"

Luke looked down and and started to pick his nails as he felt tears form in his eyes. "Umm...well" he spoke,his voice cracking.

"It's ok,take your time,we are in here to work with you, at your pace,ok?
Luke took a deep shaky breath,as rubbed his eyes before speaking words he hadn't yet said.

"My..my boyfriend, he killed himself, a month ago..and I've been struggling to find a reason to be happy for myself, and not others."

Unlike everyone else who has known, she didn't get shocked, didn't give him a pity full "oh" or pat on the back, all she did was knowfully nod, and said. "I see, I admire you for coming to therapy so early on in the grieving stage, this way,we can work through the stages you experience earlier,and find different and most importantly , healthy methods of coping earlier on."
Luke took a sip of the water and nodded,taking in what she had just said.
" now", she said,grabbing her clipboard and pen from the side of her armrest. "Let's begin"

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997 words!
Now I know this one was VERY heavy and dull, but.i hope you guys liked  it,as it was different for me to write and I like to branch out but if this doesn't trigger anyone I can always take it down
I hope you are all doing ok and I love you all
I hope you have a. Good day/night