𝐓-𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝟐𝟑- 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧 (𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐀𝐔)

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Chapter 1: Therapy

How many times have you read the line, "their tongues battled for dominance" or "she stared into his deep green orbs."

Too many times, huh.

(Note how I didn't add a question mark at the end. This should well in all be considered a fact.)
We are fanfic readers after all.

Or how many times have you started a story where (Y/N) wakes up and turns her naturally curly hair into a messy bun?

Too fucking many.

Now, if I were to do that- I'd look like shit. Hasn't the author ever heard of dandruff? Or Black women's hair? It ain't that easy chief.
No siree.

If I had a dollar for every time I have ever come across fanfics like that, I'd be as rich as motherfucking Jeff Bezos.

But like still, fuck him.

Anyways, eat the rich.

But back to my point, there's so much left unsaid when it comes to fanfics. Our author does know that mixed, Asian, Hispanic, and Black women read their stories, right??

It just doesn't add up.

Now the reason why I'm writing this is because I'm at a group therapy session.

Chill...I'm not like in a psych ward or anything lmao, but it's a group therapy session for College students who struggle with maladaptive daydreaming. How did I get here you ask? Well I work at my school's office at Shiganshina University. I found out that through my job, my job is covered through this insurance thing and apparently, I can get therapy. So yay!!

Time to fix up all these daddy issues -am I right?

Anyways, our counselor (Mr. Moblit) wants us to journal down our thoughts and frustrations for the day. We meet every Tuesday and I think he's just giving us more than the 10 minutes he said he would. I mean, look at how much I've written so far? You'd be surprised to look back and see how much you've read of my trash. I hope Mr. Moblit doesn't read this, and if you are, hey Mr. Moblit! Don't mind me-just me writing my thoughts. I promise I'm not crazy tho lol this is just my personality. Anyways, stay hydrated!!

Where was I? Oh right, therapy. So yeah, I guess it does help. It doesn't mean I won't stop reading fanfics at like 2am or daydream about my fictional crushes here and there, it's just going to be about me controlling these "intrusive" thoughts as Mr. Moblit calls it.

Nothing intrusive about getting railed by my fictional crush, but go off I guess.

"Hey guys, I think I'll give you a minute to wrap this writing. Then we can share what we've written."

SHIT

FUCK

Literally the thing I hate most about group therapy sessions. Like do people really have to know what I've written?

"(Y/N?)" Mr. Moblit asks, startling you from behind. You jump, and place a dramatic hand over your heart. He offers you a polite, small smile.

"Can I see what you've written?"

"Gah! Hi Mr.Mob Boss, what's up bro?" You turn to see your therapist with a nervous smile. He catches that.

"How many times have I told you not to call me that."

You frown. "Mo litty?"

"No."