Why is my therapist so fucking attractive?
His face flushed red, "Uhm, pardon?"
Fuck, I said that out loud.
"Uh, sorry I didn't mean to say that." You literally wanted to fucking die.
"Oh, no, it's alright Y/n. Shall we carry on with today's session?"
And off you were, another session of dodging questions about your health, and pretending you didn't have the hots for your angel of a therapist.
"Y/n?... Y/n?" You snapped out of your thoughts and looked at him in semi confusion.
"You've been zoning out alot more recently, is everything alright?" He was so kind, but hes just doing his job.
I'm nothing more than a patient to him.
"Yeah I'm sorry, I just didn't get enough sleep last night is al-"
"You're lying." His tone changed completely, he sounded... angry?
Ohkay, angry picani? What the fuck?
"I- uh, what?" Okay fight or flight has officially kicked in.
"I'm tired of being nice with you, it's clearly not working. So here's what I know about you. You have severe social anxiety, your depression has only gotten worse in the past two months. You're borderline bipolar, and you refuse to talk about it because god forbid anyone actually want to help you! You need to realize that yeah, this is my job. Not to judge YOU, but your mind. So stop with the childish games and talk. Then maybe when I know you're done lying to me, we can go see that new movie this weekend. Now are you going to be honest with me, or are you going to continue sitting there with your jaw slacked?"
Wow that was attractive. Wait what?
"O-kay, I'll talk I guess." And thus the session was no longer one sided.
But jesus fuck I've got to piss him off more often.
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I had mini blip of inspiration. Maybe another one shot coming, not 100% sure rn.
Also, my step mom is giving birth so a sixth younger sibling sound fun.
✌🏻Deuces ✌🏻
