#vincent rhodes x oc

[super-unpredictable98]

Can you do Vincent being jealous of Lydia's past crush, now friend and blabbering some things in front of him that genuinely embarasses her , probably something that she told him about her past feelings or past incident and then the extra exaggeration?

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The Skeleton in Ramona's Closet | The Road Within AU

Pairing: Ramona x Vincent (OC - Exposure Therapy’ Verse)

Word Count: 1,8 k

Warning: Strong language, mental illness stuff

a/n: Thank you so much for your request, that was the first I got to work on, I'll be working on the other ones over the weeks. It says Lydia, but I imagine it was meant to be Mona, the pair I created for Vincent. I hope you like it anyway <3

(Masterlist)

"Do you think he'll like me?" Ramona asked for the millionth time. 

The week before Vincent had told her his father was coming to visit. He knew she wasn't a big fan of surprises and bringing it up on the day of would only stress her out, especially after all the things he had told her about his dad. It was safe to say she was sure the man wouldn't like her and was scared of him from the get-go.

"Of course, he's been a lot nicer lately, ever since he- fuck fuck divorced Monica. And what's there not to like about you? FAT WHORE."

"See?"

"You're not a fat whore! You know that was a tic, I'm sorry."

"I know, what I mean is that you're tics are off the charts! Means you're nervous, means you're scared, means he'll hate me!"

"You know I have a few CUNT days when I'm worse. It's just fucking Tuorette's."

Okay, that part was true, but this time Vincent was actually nervous. It would be the first time introducing a girlfriend to his dad like that. When he met Marie back in the day, they were all running away from him and it was completely different. Now if anything went wrong he would blame himself til the end of his life.

"I can hear your tics all the way from my room, can you tone it down?" Alex stood at the top of the stairs, watching as Vince contorted with spasms. 

"Sorry, I'll just dial my- cunt! My Tourette's down pressing the button up my asshole!" Vince growled.

While it wasn't so apparent, Ramona was just as perturbed. She wasn't able to eat that morning, she felt queasy and she felt her heart beating on the tips of her fingers. She was fighting with all of her willpower not to give into a panic attack or shut down completely, she couldn't just hide in her room while Mr. Rhodes came all this way to visit.

"Hey, let's breathe together, okay?" Mona took her boyfriend's hands and calmly guided him while trying to calm herself down as well. 

"Think about it, it can't be any worse than when I met your mom..." Vincent joked.

That was true, Mona's mom was still traumatized after walking in on them doing it in the shower. Every time she came to visit, Vanessa would knock very loud on the door before walking into any room and even before coming out of them. Initially, she despised Vincent, but after seeing how he managed to bring out the best in her daughter, she ended up coming to terms with their relationship.

Before any of them could say anything else, the doorbell rang. The sound made Vincent tic again and Mona shiver. Alex disappeared back into the guest room to finish cleaning it for Mr. Rhodes. 

"Just breathe and try to relax the most you can," Vincent nodded before opening the door, saying it both to Mona and to himself. "FUCK! CUNT!"

"Always so sweet," Robert taunted. "Hi, Vince."

"Hi, Dad," he looked down, trying to hide his twitching. After all this time and after making amends, he was still embarrassed to tic in front of his father. "Come in, this is Ramona, my-slut whore! My girlfriend."

"Hey, Mr. Rhodes," she waved timidly, trying very hard to look him in the eye and failing miserably. "Vince told me you work with politics, I played Evita Peron in a musical once."

"Oh... That's- interesting, like that movie with Madonna?" Robert asked.

"Yes actually, but Patti LuPone did a much better job with it on Broadway... It's nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too, Ramona. Can I shake your hand?"

"Yeah, of course!" She excitedly held out her hand. "I'm not very good at eye contact, but my handshakes are a transcendent experience I've been told."

Robert chuckled, he already liked this one way better than Marie, but he definitely wasn't going to say that. He remembered how crushed his son was when she left and the last thing he wanted was to bring back those memories and trigger another string of violent tics.

"Happy to be back at the madhouse," he joked.

"Madhouse?" Mona repeated, slightly confused about what he meant.

"Yeah, you know... Cause you all have mental illness and disorders and stuff."

"Dad, I don't think that's very politically correct," Vince smacked himself across the face. His girlfriend was very sensitive, he knew that comment would hurt her, even if she didn't say anything. She was a horrible liar, but that never stopped her from trying to hide her feelings when something got under her skin.

"It's fine," Ramona nodded.

"Hello, Mr. Rhodes!" Alex waved from the second floor. "Your room is ready, I just cleaned it up."

"Oh, I'll get settled. How about some ice cream then? You do eat ice cream, right Ramona?" Robert asked.

"Yeah, my autism doesn't stop me from eating ice cream," she laughed. 

Next to Mr. Rhodes, Vincent's tics were so much more violent, almost like he was always on edge, which in turn made Ramona feel on edge and anxious as well. 

When they eventually arrived at the ice cream shop, Robert asked what they would both want to spare them the embarrassment of ordering. The couple was in charge of getting them a table. 

"Does he always do this? He tries to stop you from doing things?" Ramona asked. 

"Yeah... fuck cunt! He's a little embarrassed I think," Vincent murmured in between tics. 

As if the day couldn't get any more awkward, Ramona saw the last face she ever wanted to see leaving the shop. She prayed he wouldn't recognize her, but that would've been too good to be true. 

"Ramona? Ramona Wilson!" A tall guy with a dirty blonde wolf cut approached their table and Vincent started twitching even more. "You look so different!" 

"I- I know... it's been a while, Matt," she mumbled, avoiding his eyes at all costs. 

"Matt? The Matt you told me about?" Vincent whispered. 

"Yeah... this is my boyfriend, Vincent. Vince, this is my friend Matt." It was true, they were friends back in high school, they were drama club colleagues and played romantic interests several times. Of course, along the way, Ramona ended up catching feelings, but never had the nerve to make a move. 

She crushed on this boy for years until she eventually graduated and moved on, but he was an important part of understanding herself and what she liked. That's why she told Vincent the whole story. 

"Nice to meet you!" Matt shook his hand, Vince flipping him off with the other hand. 

"Sorry, I have- fuck! I have tourettes," he explained. 

"Oh, that's alright. Don't worry about it." The most irritating thing to him was how nice this guy was, he was so sweet and probably would've been a way better boyfriend for Ramona if she ever took a chance on him. He hated feeling so inferior, he hated feeling like he wasn't enough...

"Ramona kept the underwear you left at her house under her pillow!" Vincent blurted out. He didn't mean to, but he couldn't help it and that only made him more sure that he was a horrible partner. 

"What?" Matt laughed, thinking he was joking. 

"It wasn't under my pillow! It was behind my headboard!" Ramona groaned, not realizing she was just confirming the information. 

Matt's eyes grew and he blushed furiously. Everyone in that conversation wanted to disappear or die or both. "You did? Did you have a crush on me or something?" 

"Y-yeah... I used to, but I never said anything because you were too unattainable and eventually I just forgot and-" Ramona hid her face behind her hands. "I'm so sorry." 

"Hey, no, it's okay. I guess it's better than if you did some sort of cloning ritual with it, right?" Matt joked. "I'm glad you are happy, you really deserve it." 

"Thanks, it means a lot." 

"Sorry, you sick fuck!" Vincent shouted and punched the table. 

"It's cool, it was a nice ego boost, I guess. Ramona used to be the hottest girl in class," Matt admitted. 

"Used to..." those words felt like a pile of bricks to her. 

"Cause she's fat now!" Vincent said and covered his mouth, shaking his head with the most horrified look. "I didn't mean it..." 

"I think she still looks gorgeous. You're a very lucky guy," Matt said sincerely. Ramona felt like he didn't mean it, even if he did, but she nodded anyway. 

"Thank you," she mumbled.

"I'll see you two around, I'm late for work. Have a good day!" Matt waved before he left. 

Vincent was nearly crying when his father brought back their orders. Ramona was just in shock, she couldn't even speak. 

"What the hell happened? Somebody died?" Rober asked. 

"Yes, my dignity," Ramona grumbled. 

"I'm so so sorry, Mona. I love you so much, I hope you know that. I swear on my life!" Vincent cried, the tears finally escaping his eyes. 

"What did you do?" His father asked.

"I had a tic and accidentally told Mona's old crush a secret she trusted me with... then I said something about her weight." 

"Jesus, why don't you kill her dog for a trifecta?" 

"No, it's okay. I know he didn't mean it," Ramona said despite being very sad.

Unable to face any of them, Vincent ran away, Robert was deeply embarrassed and felt for this poor girl having to deal with it. 

"I'll get him, just wait here and-"

"No, it's okay, I know where he is," Ramona took their paper cups and left the store. 

Just as she imagined, Vincent was at the beach, sitting on top of his hands to stop himself from moving and crying as he watched the sea come and go. 

"Hey, you forgot your ice cream," Ramona called, sitting down next to him. "Do you need me to feed you?"

"Stop, don't be nice to me, I don't deserve it," he sniffled. 

"Vince, don't say that. Of course you deserve it, you deserve the world and I'm not angry, I know you couldn't help it."

"Doesn't matter... I- fuck I hurt you anyway."

"What hurts me is seeing you like this. I love you, you're the only one that matters. Who cares what Matt thinks? You're a way better kisser anyway," she joked. 

"Really?" Vincent laughed while he tried to stop crying. 

"Really, no comparison!"

And watching that girl console his kid better than he ever could, Robert took a step back to go into the house again. They would be fine on their own... he trusted Ramona and for the first time in a while, he felt relaxed knowing Vincent was being cared for.

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Welcome to all new Library Patrons!

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I write for nearly all of Rob’s characters both Y/N and OCs (I’ve got about six, including three generations of women).  I also write a variety of sexualities and genders too.  I level from the mundane and sweet to the incredibly saucy and spicy.  Those are specially designated with a double asterisk**  

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Do You Wanna Touch Me There?

Bad Reputation

Cherrybomb

I also write for Nathan Young.  This is my fem!reader collection containing some spice, some fluff, and loads of sexiness:

Like A Prayer

The Dog Days Are Over

The Dog Days are Done

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I Think We’re Alone Now

Two Pina Coladas

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She Wants Revenge

Everything He Wants

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Next Time, Lock the Door | Vincent Rhodes x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k a/n: I ended up combining three different prompts. Takes place directly after Get Warm. Prompts: To make one muse watch the other masturbate + Vincent smut in general but also mayhaps getting caught + I wish you would write a fic where Vincent and reader/oc take things to the next level. Requested by: @badsext & Anonymous

It had only been a couple days since Vincent had spent the night with you, warming up after getting caught in the rain and ending up in your bed.

Your cheeks warmed as you found yourself thinking about it again, unable to get the event from your mind no matter how you tried. Even during your therapy session that morning Dr. Rose had noticed how distracted you were. It seemed the only way to get Vincent out of your head was to see him.

Having the rest of the afternoon free, you decided to surprise him.

When you got to his and Alex’s room, you could hear the faint sound of Bach playing within and you tapped softly on the door. When there was no response you tried the handle, finding it unlocked.

Shutting the door quietly behind you, you slipped your shoes off, per Alex’s rules, when another sound, half masked by the classical music caught your ears. Making your way further, into the room you soon found the source of the sound.

Laid back on his bed, one arm draped over his face, you found Vincent, pants undone and cock in hand, your name on his lips and you felt your face flood with heat. Watching for a moment, the way his hand pumped over his length and the way he squirmed atop the bed, you bit your lip, arousal swiftly pooling between your legs at the sight of him pleasuring himself, clearly thinking of you as he did so.

“Oh, [y/n]...”

“Would you like some help with that?”

With a startled cry at your words, Vincent’s eyes flew open and he hastily yanked the sheets up in an attempt to cover himself as he swore loudly, ticcing in his surprise.

“[y/n]?” he asked once he realized it was only you standing there and he collapsed back with a sigh, still twitching slightly.

“I’m sorry V, I didn’t mean to startle you,” you exclaimed ruefully, lowering yourself to the edge of his bed. “I wanted to surprise you, and the door was unlocked…”

“I knew I was forgetting something…” Vincent muttered, shaking his head before peering sheepishly up at you through the springy curls that had fallen into his eyes. “I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“I’m not,” you admitted, your gaze traveling down his body. “I couldn’t stop thinking about the other night, and it looks like you couldn’t either.”

The unmistakable flush suffusing his face was your answer. Slowly pulling the sheet back, you wet your lips as you reached down to stroke him. Gently gripping his length, his cock twitched eagerly at your touch and a choked moan left Vincent’s lips.

“Does that feel good?” you asked, your own lips curling at each desperate sound you pulled from him.

“Yes!” Vincent gasped, forcing his eyes open to look up at you. “Fuck me faster! FUCK!  FUCKING CUNT!” he ticced abruptly, his body tensing and jerking.

Not giving him enough time for embarrassment to take hold, you leaned in to kiss him, capturing his lips. “My cunt, is that what you want?” you whispered with a smirk, relishing the way his green eyes widened, his mouth falling open with a silent groan.

Clearing his throat, he nodded and you stood, unbuttoning your jeans to let them fall to the floor with your panties before you straddled him, pulling the sheet up around you to cover your bodies somewhat.

“Are you ready?” you breathed, rolling your hips to grind against him.

“Mhmm,” Vincent hummed, slowly running his hands up your thighs and over your hips.

“Feel good?” you asked, watching his expression.

“Yes!” he gasped, his chest heaving.

Smiling, you reached between you, gently guiding him to your folds, slowly easing onto him, letting him fill you inch by inch til you’d sheathed him completely. “Oh, [y/n],” Vincent moaned, his mouth falling open as you moved, slowly rolling your hips with him inside you, grinding lazily against his pelvis.

“You’re so-you’re so beautiful,” he whispered and you grinned, pulling your shirt over your head so he could see more of you, guiding his hands to your breasts. You loved that you never felt the need to hide when he looked at you.

“So are you,” you murmured, a soft moan escaping your lips. “Are you nervous?” you asked, noticing the way he tensed every so often, a focused look crossing his face.

“A little…” Vincent admitted sheepishly.

“We just did this the other night,” you gently pointed out.

“I know,” he said, glancing down, his hands tightening on your waist.

“V, talk to me,” you murmured, pausing to lay down atop him, pushing a stray curl from his forehead. “I don’t wanna… mess this up,” he admitted quietly, swallowing, his eyes darting away.

“What do you mean?” you asked, tracing the slope of his nose with the tip of your finger.

“I don’t wanna ruin th’moment if I tic,” he answered with a sigh.

“One, even if you were to tic, you wouldn’t ruin anything,” you assured him, kissing his neck in between words. “And two, you didn’t have any trouble the other night. The more you tense up and worry about it, the more likely you are to tic,” you soothed. “So, just relax and focus on me.”

Vincent’s eyes roamed your face as he took a deep breath. “I can do that.”

“Good,” you purred, kissing him deeply as you began to move again and soon he was lost in you, guiding your hips eagerly as he writhed beneath you, his anxiety falling away with each desperate moan.

“I’m close, V,” you gasped. “I want you on top,” you admitted and you rolled off him to switch places, Vincent sliding between your legs almost confidently, surprising you with the power behind his thrusts.

He didn’t speak much, but his eyes never left your face, those emerald pools you could get lost in, each soft moan and whimper, soothing. It had never been so easy to lose yourself in something.

Though he’d seemed to gain more confidence, he was gentle, kissing you tenderly in between deep groans of bliss, your own pleasure rolling through you with each movement. “V, I’m close, please don’t stop,” you begged with a gasp, your climax hovering just out of reach.

The focused look on Vincent’s face made it obvious he was desperately holding on so you could finish before him. “Oh God, yes, right there!” you cried, your voice more of a whine, but Vincent obeyed, and soon your body was tensing, warm pleasure sweeping over you, everything else falling away.

Before you could encourage him to come, Vincent gave one last shuddering thrust before his face dropped to your shoulder, pressing into the crook of your neck as he emptied himself inside you. Breathing together, you wrapped your arms around him, playing with the curls at the nape of his neck and he fully relaxed atop you.

“Oh my God! Oh my God!” The high pitched sound of Alex’s frantic voice in the doorway pulled you to your senses and Vincent’s head jerked up, yanking the sheet up higher. “Did you just--? Are you still--? Oh God!” he cried disgustedly, grabbing the door handle to wrench the door open behind him, compulsively opening and closing it several times before pulling it open all the way and stepping back outside.

“Alex--!”

“Next time, lock the bloody door!” Alex cried before Vincent could apologize. “Ugh, the secretions! You’re gunna hafta clean everything!” you heard him exclaim through the door.

By the time you were alone again the pair of you dissolved into laughter at being caught in such a compromising position, the entire situation absurd, shaking against each other with mirth until you were laughed out, Vincent stilling atop you before sitting up.

“Can I tell you something?” he asked, sobering, his eyes not quite meeting yours as you sat up as well, worry tickling your gut.

“Of course, anything,” you murmured, resting your hand on Vincent’s arm.

“The first time I… slept with someone, I… I told her I loved her… and she didn’t… feel the same way,” he explained with a sigh. “And the first time we… you know… it was such a spur of the moment thing, I didn’t have time to be nervous, but this time…” he trailed off, shaking his head.

“That’s why you were afraid of ruining the moment,” you finished for him and he nodded. “Oh, V,” you sighed, wrapping your arms around him. “You don’t have to say anything until you’re ready.”

“But I want to,” he insisted quietly. “I like you, [y/n]. I like spending time with you. I like how you make me feel…” he huffed a heavy sigh. “I’m terrified of saying what I wanna say and scaring you off--”

“I love you too, Vincent,” you cut in, taking him by surprise and his head snapped up, his eyes seeking yours. “I feel the same way,” you assured him, threading your fingers with his and bringing his hand to your lips.

Before you knew it, his mouth was on yours, his free hand slipping behind your head as he kissed you hesitantly. “I love you so much,” he repeated, and you let go of his hand to slip your arms around him, holding him tightly.

A sharp rapping in threes came at the door, followed by Alex’s impatient voice. “Are you two almost done in there? I have to use the loo and I am not using the public toilets!”

“We better get dressed,” Vincent mumbled, though he couldn’t seem to wipe the dazed smile from his face.

“Yeah, probably,” you agreed, your own cheeks burning from grinning so widely. Sliding off the bed, you reached for your discarded clothes and quickly dressed. “Come find me later, okay?” you murmured, stealing a kiss as Vincent stood to pull up his pants.

You could feel his eyes on you as you stepped into your shoes and opened the door. “Hi Alex,” you greeted, still grinning giddily as you slipped past him.

“What was that about?” he exclaimed, turning to Vincent who was busy making his bed.

“Nothing,” he answered still smiling himself.

Rolling his eyes in exasperation, Alex shut himself in the bathroom, grumbling under his breath.

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List of Love Stories, Valentines Day 2021 drabbles

Hello my lovely fellow Sheefans!

Here is where I will be posting the results from my little Love Stories Valentine’s Day event!  I hope you enjoy, and if you like my stuff please consider a reblog! Thank you!

Note: Asterisks denote smut.

*light smut | **pretty smutty | ***very smutty

Klaus Hargreeves (TUA)

The End Justifies the Means*** Klaus x Reader Klaus surprises reader with a steamy hike in Brazil. Fun smut!

Magic Dance** Klaus x Reader Klaus can’t sleep and hassles reader for a little relaxation, which she delivers in spades.

Billy Delaney (Me and Mrs Jones)

Morning Melodies*** Billy x Reader Billy and reader have some fun involving a piano. Smutty, romantic fluff.

Sean Falco (Bad Samaritan)

Sleet Happens** Sean x Aev Swift Sean and Aev warm up after a mishap in bad weather.  Check out the series this is based on, A New Beginning, and here is more about Aev!

Luke (Cherrybomb)

Pyrotechnics** Luke x Reader An intense conversation takes a passionate turn. TW: talk of death and addiction, mild angst but a lot of smut with a fluffy finish.

Nathan Young (Misfits)

Smoke Rings*** Nathan Young x Lydia Bellamy. This sexy little drabble is about Nathan and Lydia from the Hard Candy series. Lydia is Simon’s little sister who had purchased a time travel pass from Seth several years in the future so she could go be with Nathan and stop him from meeting Marnie. If you’re not into OCs, just use your imagination and pretend it’s you, lol. TW: smut and Nathan being his usual gross self.

Zoom Goes the Dynamite** Nathan Young x Fem!Reader Reader needs a little extra help getting to the finish line during lockdown. Smut with some fluff.

Vincent Rhodes (The Road Within)

POP! Goes the Prosecco Vincent x Reader Vincent tries to help reader with her migraine but best laid plans often go awry. TW: this is really fluffy but there is a portrayal of a neurodivergence that I hopefully treated with sensitivity. We all love Vincent.

Simon Lewis (The Mortal Instruments)

The Smell of Fear Simon x Reader Reader escapes a sticky situation with Simon’s assistance.

#event #robert sheehan character fics #love stories event

[super-unpredictable98]

Exposure Therapy | The Road Within AU

Chapter 5: Getting to 7-Eleven

Warning: Strong language, depiction of mental illness (including tics), smut

(Exposure Therapy Masterlist)

"Good morning, sweetheart," Vincent came into the room holding a tray with a full breakfast: toast with Nutella, eggs, pancakes, berries, juice.

"Hey, baby," I stretched with a smile. "What's all that for?"

"Well, since you're going back tomorrow, I just thought FUCKING WHORE that I would plan a special day for us."

"Shit, is it tomorrow?" my heart felt heavy as soon as those words left his mouth.

"Dr. Rose said eight weeks, so I'm afraid so... Ha!" Vincent shoved his finger in the Nutella and spread it on my lips.

"Oh, God..." I laughed, licking it up.

"I'm so sorry, honey," he chuckled.

I decided to challenge myself and take a sip of the juice, I have never been a fan of drinks with solid bits, it freaks me out, but it didn't seem so bad with Vincent holding my hand and looking at me with those sweet eyes.

"Wow! Straight for the juice? I didn't expect that!" he cheered. "Do you like it?"

"I'm not crazy about the pulp, but it tastes good."

"I'll take it," he kissed the back of my hand, taking a handful of berries from the bowl. "So, can you guess what we're doing today?"

"Does it require a condom? Or two? Or three?" I suggestively licked my spoon.

"That'll have to wait until after our romantic dinner tonight, today I'm teaching you how to swim," he grinned.

"You really think I can do it?"

"I'm sure you can."

"How did you learn how to swim anyway? What if you tick while you're underwater and drown?" I teased.

"Ableist much?"

"Yeah, sorry, I didn't mean-"

"I'm just kidding, sweetheart," he kissed my forehead. "When I focus on something, I don't get as many tics. You know that right? When we're doing stuff I almost never have them."

I didn't wanna go back to the clinic, or my mom's house. Somewhere along the way I simply forgot I wasn't there to stay, I started sleeping with Vincent in his room, we all divided the chores equally... That became my home in such a short period of time, I didn't want this to change, God knows how horrible I am with changes.

Turns out Dr. Rose was right, that's exactly what I needed to improve my life skills. I was able to get over countless fears, learn to manage my anxiety, and interact with people better, no medication or therapy would have the same results.

Maybe our brain just fixes itself sometimes, if we're given the opportunity and the right environment. I didn't wanna go back to the place I was before, what if my brain goes back to being broken again?

"You're thinking so loud, I can hear it from here," Vincent teased as we walked to the beach. "What's wrong?"

"I don't wanna leave."

"And I don't want you to, but it's for your own good. You're gonna get better and then we can finally be together for good," he flinched and hit his own forehead.

"What if when I go back you fall in love with someone else? What if you forget about me?"

"That's impossible, don't be A FUCKING IDIOT!"

"I'll try not to..."

"You know that was a tic, stop that," he laughed, even though his tics were progressively getting worse, maybe he was nervous about me leaving.

"I know, I'm just messing with you," I took my shirt off once we reached the sand, I was kinda tired of only wearing mom's 'slimming one-pieces' so I got myself a bikini, like the ones I used to wear back in high school, when things weren't as bad.

"Oh my God! When did you get this?" he gaped at me. I chose a black bikini with orange flames all over it.

"I bought it yesterday while we were at the mall, do you like it?" I covered my stomach, scared of his response even though he had seen me naked plenty of times and he seemed to like it.

"I love it! You look so beautiful!"

"You really think so?"

"Fat-bottomed girls you make the rocking world go round."

"Vincent!"

"Sorry! You do make my world go round," he murmured, wrapping his arms around my middle. "Are you ready?"

"Yeah, but don't let go of me, okay?"

"Don't worry," he took my hand firmly, whistling and jerking. "I won't."

Of course I was terrified, but being with Vince gave me some weird courage I didn't even know I had. I didn't have time to worry about the things I was scared of when he was holding my hand, and even if something bad did happen, I knew he was there to save the day.

"For someone who was afraid of the ocean, you seem to like it," he watched as I let the water swallow me, swaying me with the slow movement of the tide.

"Only when I'm with you."

"I must be really lucky then, I get to see you like this."

That was probably one of the sweetest things I've ever heard, I looked up at him for a moment before pressing my lips to his. The fact that he thought he was the lucky one still left me completely dumbfounded. His hands slid down to my ass and he flinched, too excited to stop himself.

"Uh, swimming," he pulled back breathlessly, trying not to get too distracted.

"But what we were doing was so much better," I tried reaching for him again.

"I know, but we'll have plenty of time for that when we're back home, we can- fuck!" he yelped and I laughed. "That's not what I was gonna say, I was gonna say take a shower together."

"Same thing..."

"Well, shower sounds more romantic," he blushed. "Then we can make out until dinner time and have a special candlelit picnic. I want your last night to be perfect."

"Okay, maybe I can wait a little longer, but not too long."

"That's okay, you'll be swimming in no time," he lowered me to my back by surprise. I was startled and my heart was racing, but it did feel good to be in his arms like that. "See? You're already floating."

"Just because you're holding me."

"If I let go you'll keep floating, I'm just holding you so the tide doesn't take you away. Can you kick for me?"

"Like this?" I moved my legs up and down like a mermaid.

"Kinda, alternate your legs, that's what's gonna make you move," he explained. "Keeping your lungs full of air will make it harder for you to sink... Mona's a fucking dickhead!"

I smiled at him, and he rolled his eyes, I could get used to being called a dickhead by him for the rest of my life... I started kicking as he said, it was harder than it seemed, but I managed to do it anyway.

"Don't let go, okay?"

"Don't worry, babe, I'm right here. Let's turn around, okay? So you'll be on your stomach."

"Yeah, I think I can do that, how do I-"

"VINCENT! RAMONA!" Alex's thick British accent got our attention, he was standing on the sand (something I never imagined he would do) and trying to avoid the waves. "Come back home!"

"What? Why?" Vince asked with a frown.

"Your mother is here, Mona," Alex looked down, he seemed almost disappointed.

I nearly drowned, but Vincent held me. I felt like I was gonna be sick, our plans of swimming, fooling around, having our special dinner, cuddling before bed... It was all ruined because my mom decided to show up.

Typical of her, by the way. My mom wasn't a bad person at all, but she could be overbearing and sometimes borderline abusive without even realizing it. She treated me like I was 3, she thought I was still a little girl with a child mentality, I don't think she'll ever see me differently.

"I thought she was only supposed to come tomorrow," Vince managed to say through a chain of whistles and insults. I imagine he wasn't expecting to meet his girlfriend's mom at that moment, of course he was nervous.

"She was, but I should've known, Vanessa never fails to make me feel re- stupid."

"Does she know we're together?" he asked as we neared the house.

"Not really..."

"Ramona!" she hopped off her car and took me in her arms. "You're wearing a bikini? But I bought you those swimsuits, they fit you better."

"To hide her fat pussy," Vincent blurted out and covered his mouth immediately.

"Excuse me?" mom gave him a nasty look.

"I'm sorry, I'm Vincent Rhodes," he put his hand out. "You fucking cunty whore! I have Tourette's, I don't mean it."

"Tourette's?" she grimaced.

"Yeah, it means he has tics," I rolled my eyes as I explained. "He does and says things he has no control over."

"Oh, I see," she shook his hand. "I'm Vanessa, it's nice to meet you," she said slowly as if he couldn't understand her otherwise.

"Nice to meet you too... COCKBLOCK cockblock," he shook his head as he said it.

"Vanessa, would you like some tea while they shower and get dressed?" Alex offered. "Just take your shoes off before coming inside, please."

"Yeah, thank you, young man," she squished my cheeks once again and slapped my stomach before following him inside. She would always do that to warn me, so I could suck it in.

"Wow, your mom is..." Vince mumbled.

"I know, she thinks I'm brain dead or something. I'm sorry, I'm so embarrassed."

"Hey, it's okay, we'll take our shower together and you'll feel better, Alex can distract her for a little bit," he draped one arm around me. "Don't let that ruin our day."

I looked at him, he still had that gorgeous smile on, how could I be upset when he was smiling at me like that? We ran inside and climbed the stairs in a hurry to get to the bathroom.

"You're so dirty," I whispered, giggling as he turned the water on.

"Me?" he howled like a wolf and grinned. "I'm not the one asking for sex since I woke up."

"It's not my fault if you got me addicted," I teased while taking my bikini off to join him.

I was barely able to wash myself before Vincent had me pinned against the wall, kissing my neck as the warm water kissed our skin, his erection pressed against my thigh, and he relaxed. He didn't twitch, or flinch, or yelp, he just kissed me and touched me everywhere I wanted to get touched.

"I love you, Mona," he breathed before our lips crashed, causing fireworks inside of me.

"I love you too," I gasped softly as he filled me, holding my wrists above my head while hiking my thigh around his waist with the other hand.

"You like that? Is this good?"

"This is perfect," I sighed, allowing myself to forget all that drama, my mom, the clinic, our problems, everything just faded away. All I knew was the warmth of the water, the sound of the shower running, and the pleasure of Vincent making love to me.

"You look so sexy like this," he groaned, leaning closer to me until our foreheads were touching. I usually hated looking people in the eye, but his eyes were the most beautiful shade of green I've ever seen, it was impossible not to look at them. "I can't wait to make you mine for good."

"I'm already yours, Vince," I moaned quietly.

"You promise? Promise you're mine and you'll wait for me?"

"I've waited until now, what's a few more months? Will you wait for me?"

"As long as I have to, forever if you ask."

"I'm getting close, Vince."

"Me too, go ahead," he finally let my arms down and I held him close as we came nearly at the same time. "See? I told you I would make it perfect for you, I'm gonna-"

"Ramona!" my mom's voice echoed around the bathroom and Alex came right behind, trying to stop her from getting to the door, but it was too late.

"Jesus, mom! Can't you fucking knock?" I snapped, I was so tired of her treating me like I was a child, of making me scared to create connections with people, she made me afraid of living, I would never forgive her for that. I know her intentions were not bad, but if you raise a little bird making it believe it can't fly, or that flying is too dangerous, it never will.

"Oh, Lord," Alex turned around, disgusted with the view.

"What is happening here?" mom folded her arms, tapping her foot angrily.

"Cock and ball torture," Vincent squealed and I nearly lost it, even now I'm not sure if that was a tic or just him trying to make me laugh.

"Can you get the fuck away, please? And wait outside? We're coming out."

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself with a towel, I didn't even have the nerve to look my boyfriend in the eye. I should've known something like this was gonna happen, I shouldn't have said yes to him, knowing how things are and will always be for me.

"Hey, are you okay, baby?" he came up behind me.

"No, she ruined my day, she's embarrassing me in front of you, she's taking me back to that clinic, I don't wanna go," my voice cracked and I couldn't hold back my tears.

"I know," he held me against his chest. "Don't worry about me, I embarrass myself all the time, I know it's not your fault. And we'll be back together in no time. Soon I'm gonna graduate, get a proper job, and you can go back to acting."

"Do you really believe that?"

"Why not? You're really talented, I'm almost done with school, we can move in together for real, you'll get to meet my dad and his wife, we can get a dog," Vince mused. "I've always wanted a dog."

"Are you sure you love me? Even with my mom and all the shit that comes with loving me?"

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

"Why don't you wait for me in your room? I'll deal with my mom and I'll be there in a second to say goodbye."

"We won't be saying goodbye, we'll be saying see you later," he kissed me gently on the cheek. "Are you sure you wanna do this on your own?"

"Yeah, I have to."

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"Let's go, Ramona, back to the clinic, this was clearly a horrible idea," mom was packing up my stuff in the guest room. "Actually I'm checking you out of the clinic, I should be the one taking care of you. Dr. Rose doesn't know what she's doing, she doesn't know you."

"Mom! Can you stop for a second and listen to me?"

"Listen to what?"

"That I'm happy! That for the first time in my life I don't feel like a weirdo, I feel like I belong, I feel loved."

"You're basically a child, what are you doing with that man?"

"I'm not a child, I'm a woman! I'm autistic, that's not the same as being a child. I am different from other people, so is Vincent, so is Alex, so is everyone! I changed my meds, I feel better physically and mentally, I have a purpose, I'm not anxious all the time, I'm happy. With my boyfriend."

"Boyfri- Honey, that's dangerous, how can you trust him? How do you know he's not gonna hurt you?"

"I don't, but so far he has done nothing to hurt me, he makes me feel good about myself and he makes me a better person. One day he might hurt me and it'll suck, but that won't erase all the good he did to me before. I love him, mom, please be happy for me."

"Does he really make you happy?"

"More than anything."

"Go say goodbye to him, we'll talk on the way back."

I quietly got dressed and went looking for Vincent. He was sitting on his bed, waiting like I asked, both hands caught between his knees, the way his face lit up when he saw me, brought tears to my eyes.

"I forgot how to sleep without you," I sat on his lap, resting my head on his shoulder.

"You won't have to, I wanna give you this," he handed me his blue windbreaker. "If you put it on before bed, you can feel like I'm there."

"Are you sure?"

"It won't fit! Yeah, this way you know I'm thinking about you," he sobbed quietly. "I wish I didn't hurt your feelings with my tics."

"You don't, I know it's not you."

"Are you leaving already? Do you need help fuck packing?"

"My mom already did it," I took a deep breath, trying to memorize the way he smells. "I have to go."

"Don't worry, okay? I'll be there as soon as possible to pick you up, and I promise we'll never have to be apart again. Unless you want to."

"Why would I want that? I love you."

"I love you too, don't forget to eat," he said without thinking as we made our way to the door.

"I won't."

"Don't cry, it'll be over before you know it," Alex gave me a hug, something he almost never does, so I guess that really meant something.

"Goodb- I'll see you soon," I held Vincent one last time, pressing my lips to his with all the love I had in my heart.

"See you soon, sweetie."

The sun was setting as my mom drove off, I felt like part of me was staying behind, something I couldn't reach or make sense of. I only stopped crying to sleep, and thank God I did... When I finally fell asleep, I was able to meet Vincent again.

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"Dr. Rose, you can't tell me the treatment worked if my daughter is significantly worse," mom argued as we sat on the couch, in her office.

"Well, it seems to me like the only thing making Ramona depressed over the last month and a half is being away from Vincent. I checked with the boys, seems like when she was there she was eating properly, exercising, engaging with others socially, facing challenges she would never be able to face here, she only used her SOS medication once. That is a significant improvement," Dr. Rose explained.

"I can't see any," mom looked at me, worried.

"We have great results with exposure therapy, Ms. Wilson," she continued. "What we didn't count on is that she would get involved with Vincent, but from what both of them reported to me, they have a very healthy relationship. Even though she misses him, which is inevitable, they are young and in love, she's still much better now than she was when she checked in. Her anxiety episodes are getting less frequent, she's managing her emotions, her boyfriend also experienced improvements in his condition, she's looking into going back to work, she's doing great. I don't see any reason to keep her here anymore."

"She has to stay until she's cured."

"If that was really the case, she would have to stay here for the rest of her life. Autism has no cure, neither does generalized anxiety disorder, and that's not what we're interested in. What we're aiming for is giving Ramona the best quality of life she can possibly have. That's what we'll have with therapy, which she will keep doing, and medication, which she will keep taking. Staying in a clinic will only make her miserable right now, she doesn't need it. Ramona won't ever be like 'everyone else', she won't ever get rid of her symptoms completely, but at the point where she is right now, she can live a happy life on her own."

"Ramona, do you really think you're ready to check out?" mom turned to me.

"Yeah, I'm completely sure."

"Fine then, I'm taking you home."

"No," I huffed a laugh. "I'm not leaving with you."

"Hey, Dr. Rose?" Vincent knocked before opening the door. "Can I- cunt! Can I come in?"

"Vince!" I jumped and ran into his arms, he reciprocated my enthusiasm, kissing me everywhere he could reach.

"Mona, I missed you so much!"

"Not more than I missed you."

"Is everything okay? Why did Dr. Rose call?"

"Because Ramona is checking out today," she grinned. "And I thought you might want to be here."

"Checking out? FUCK!" he twitched violently and held me close. "That's amazing! We can be together for good now?"

"You're not coming with me?" mom took my hand.

"No, I'm sorry," I sighed. "I think it's time I go to 7-Eleven for once. You know where I am, you can visit whenever you want, you can call, I'll be okay."

"I love you, baby," she kissed the back of my hands with tears in her eyes, I couldn't tell if she was sad or proud.

"I love you too, mom," I mumbled as I signed my own discharge papers.

"So? Let's go home? Alex is waiting in the car, we have a looong road ahead of us."

"Yeah, let's go home."

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[super-unpredictable98]

Exposure Therapy | The Road Within AU

Chapter 4: The Unexpected Visitor

Warning: Strong language, depiction of mental illness (including tics and mention of eating disorder), smut

(Exposure Therapy Masterlist)

The weeks that followed that little... Encounter were like a dream. Vincent and I were happy, Alex was happy for us, I adjusted my medication so I wouldn't feel nauseous anymore, and started exercising, every day Vince and I would go for a run or a bike ride.

I started to notice I had less and less time for my intrusive thoughts, even though they were still there, I barely had the energy to acknowledge them. My anxiety had never been so under control, for once I started to feel like a normal person. More than that, a happy normal person.

"Hey, I wanna try something," Vincent flashed me a mischievous smile.

"What?" I giggled, snuggling closer to him.

"I want you to sit on my face."

"Vincent Rhodes!" I hid my blushing cheeks against his bare chest.

"What? I thought it would be- fuck hot."

"I would smother you with my thighs, Vince," I shook my head, it was a stupid idea, right?

"No, I can take it!"

"I'm too big for that."

"No, you are not! I want you to."

I don't know how I let him convince me, but I'm thankful that I did. After some more making out, we decided to give it a try. I got down on my knees with his face between my legs and looked down to make sure he was still okay with it.

"Are you sure about that?"

"Mona, you're fine! Now give it to me... Slut!"

"Was that a tic or are you just talking dirty?"

He laughed, pulling me down by the hips. He had given me head a couple of times before, it was pretty good, he wasn't very experienced and it took a little while for me to get there, but he was eager and very giving.

I threw my head back as I felt his tongue working its magic against my feverish skin, his grip on my hips only tightened and he slapped my thighs enthusiastically while taking my clit between his lips. I had gotten used to keeping quiet not to bother Alex, but I have to admit, this time was a little harder than usual.

It felt amazing to ride his face like that, it made me feel like maybe all the insecurities and all that doubt were entirely in my head. He wasn't being smothered, he was enjoying it, I could see judging by his rapidly hardening cock in front of me.

Not wasting any time, I slid my hand under his underwear and started stroking his length teasingly, slowly, swiping my thumb over the tip just the way he likes it.

I felt a little threatened knowing he had sex with Marie, she was probably way more skilled than I was, but every time this thought crossed my head I tried to focus on his sexy moans and grunts, the sounds he makes when I touch him.

Vincent was bucking his hips, wanting me to go faster, but something about being in control was very exciting to me. I gave his cock a tentative squeeze and he hissed against my cunt, never stopping what he was doing. I ran my fingers over his pubes, which I particularly think is very sexy, before taking hold of his boner again.

"You want me to jerk you off, Vince?" I drawled.

He hummed in response, squeezing my thighs enough to leave a mark. This silent response filled me with pride and I decided to give him what he wanted. While my hand went up and down swiftly, his tongue kept a steady pace, building that familiar surge of pleasure in my stomach.

"Don't stop, Vince, I'm getting close..." I gasped, quickening my movements. "Oh, please, it feels so good! You're so good!"

My entire body shivered with the intensity of the orgasm that took over me and I could barely keep from falling on my back, but I was determined to help him finish as well. I kept going, my other hand reaching for his balls, I wasn't sure if that would feel good, but I thought it was worth a try.

"Oh yeah! Keep doing that," he panted.

I closed my eyes and let his guttural sounds fill my mind, I never thought I could make someone feel this way, it was incredible. It didn't take long for him to come as well, blowing his load all over my hands.

"Good boy," I teased with a wink.

"Wait let me get you some toilet paper or something, I'll be right back."

Vincent pulled his underwear up and ran to the bathroom, I mused at my cum covered hand. I always thought I would find sperm gross, but turns out it's kinda hot to get covered in it.

"Thank you," I took the paper from his hand and started to wipe my arm, but an idea crossed my mind.

I licked one of my fingers, just to see what it would taste like. If I'm being honest, it wasn't the best thing I ever tried, but it wasn't horrible. Maybe next time he could finish in my mouth, maybe I could even swallow it, I bet he would like that...

"Mona, what are you doing?" he laughed.

"I just wanted to try it, it's alright."

"Did you like it? Fucking whore! Sitting on my face, I mean."

"Yeah, it was pretty good, it felt like-"

I got cut off by my stomach rumbling angrily and Vincent smiled, he was over the moon with the fact that my medication didn't make me sick anymore, he loved to feed me for some odd reason.

"Someone's hungry," he kissed my shoulder gently. "How about some- CUNT."

"Not my favorite..."

"I meant to say how about some waffles?"

"Sounds good," I agreed.

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"You look so cute when the sun hits you that way," Vincent pulled me into his lap on the couch.

"You look cute anytime," I mumbled before kissing his wanting lips.

"Wow, I really thought it would be a good idea to set you guys up, but this is just disgusting," Alex mock-sneered.

"You should find yourself someone," Vince taunted.

We could be a bit much at times, a little all over each other, hands roaming bodies, kisses, and cuddles. We were very affectionate, and I liked that. It seemed to calm down his ticks, and it made me feel beautiful and cherished.

"I love you," he murmured against my lips.

"I love you more..."

"What the actual fuck?" an unknown voice made us pull away like we were caught doing something wrong even though we weren't.

"Marie!" Vincent nearly shouted. "Fuck! Fuck! What are you doing here?"

In the middle of the living room there was a girl. She was short, very short, her hair was a mess from bleaching it too much, she was really beautiful, but worryingly thin. She was holding a backpack with one hand and a bunch of keys with the other.

"Shit..." Alex muttered under his breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Why does she always choose the worst moments?"

"Marie, it's so nice to meet you," I got up offered my hand for her to shake. She looked up at me, as the top of her head hit my shoulder at best, and purposefully ignored my greeting.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Ramona, I'm here for the exposure therapy? Dr. Rose sent me because I have autism and anxiet-"

"So I see you've already replaced me," she looked past me and at Vince, who was twitching like crazy and making the weirdest sounds. "With a fat chick... Very nice."

Hearing those words broke all the confidence I've been building over the last few weeks. I stared at her for a second with my eyes full of tears, she stared back at me, amused with the damage she'd done. I simply turned back and ran away, wishing that I never set foot in that house.

"Don't talk to her like that, you walking skeleton!" I heard Alex yell on my way up.

Maybe my mom was right, I am not ready for the real world. I am not ready to have people look at me and be blatantly cruel just because I was showing my love for someone and they didn't like the way I look. Why would she say something like that?

I picked up my ukelele and squeezed myself in the corner where my bed connected to the wall, my tears didn't stop, so maybe it would help to let that shit out:

"I know a girl

full of confidence.

Yes, whenever she's full,

she's a confident girl.

She'll have your piece of pie

Then inhale another ten

There's a thin girl inside her

with twelve of her friends."

The tears kept coming, my voice was shaky, but I didn't mind. I just wanted to feel that sting, maybe feeling it would make me finally get it together and stop eating a bunch of shit, so I can actually one day look like the girl I once was, a girl who deserved Vincent.

"Plain Jane fat ass

Hungry for love, she's a sensitive soul

Plain Jane fat ass

Keeping society so ill at

ease and loving her role."

"Mona..." Vincent was standing by the door with a look I couldn't quite decipher.

"Go away!" I held a pillow tightly against my chest.

"But I love y-"

"Why?"

"Because I do, because- fucking fat weirdo!" he covered his mouth immediately. "No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that! I love you, please don't shut me out."

"Why do you always have to call me names when I'm sad?" I thought out loud.

"It fucking sucks, but usually when I tic, the things I say are the things I least wanna say at that moment. The only tic that ever helped me was when I said I love you."

"She's right, I'm fat!"

"You know I don't agree with-"

"I'm sure not fucking skinny!"

"No you aren't," he sat by me. "And I love that about you. I love to hold you and I think you're sexy. I like your curves, I like your thighs, I like your cute stomach... You're so beautiful! Marie was jealous, I told you, she can be pretty toxic sometimes. She says nasty things, but she doesn't mean it."

"She did mean it, I know because she wanted to see me hurt."

"That song you were singing," Vincent took my hands. "None of that is true, I want you to feel pretty, you don't need me for that, you just are. No matter what Marie or anyone says. Your weight has nothing to do with it."

"What does she want here? She left because she chose to!"

"She came to pick up some stuff she left behind, she's not gonna stay or anything."

"I think I should go back to the old medicine."

"And have you feel sick all day? No fucking way! You're doing so great, I'm so proud of you," he tapped his chest rhythmically.

"What if this whole thing is a mistake, us dating and stuff?"

"Baby," he tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. "Do you love me?"

"I do, but-"

"There it is! If we love each other, how could it be a mistake?"

"Because you're Colin Bridgerton and I'm Penelope Featherington."

"What?" Vince grimaced with a laugh.

"It's this book series I've read, he's handsome and kind, she's a pathetic undesirable loser. She has a good heart, but nobody cares."

"You're not a loser, and you're definitely not undesirable," he chuckled. "You haven't had an anxiety attack in almost a month, I've been having fewer tics. I feel more relaxed, sometimes I even forget I have this fucking illness. We are good for each other, we bring out the best parts, we make each other happy."

"What if I never go back to my original weight? You saw the pictures, I used to look so much better. What if I do go back and I have too much loose skin and stretch marks?"

"Fucking cunt!" he screeched. "If you never go back that's fine, if you do, that's fine too. I'm not with you despite your appearance, I'm with you because of your appearance, and all the rest. I think you're hot!"

"You swear you're not mocking me?" I stuck up my pinky.

"On anything you want," he locked out fingers together. "I would never mock my girlfriend."

"Girlfriend?" I was dumbfounded, he had never used that word before.

"Yeah, unless you don't want me to call you my- HORNY DRAG QUEEN girlfriend."

"It would be an honor to be your horny drag queen girlfriend," I joked and he blushed with a smile.

"Do I get to kiss you now?"

"I'll allow it..."

Vincent leaned in and pulled me closer, pressing his lips to mine passionately. Yeah, I guess I am lovable after all.

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"Shut up, Marie!" Alex was still bickering with her when Vincent and I came downstairs to leave for our daily run. "You're just being mean because you can't stand that your own choices led you here!"

"No, maybe you can ask her to donate me a few pounds, she clearly has more than enough to spare!" Marie shoved her clothes angrily into her backpack.

"I think you look great as it is," I caught her by surprise, she obviously didn't see me standing there.

"Look, I'm not gonna-"

"I don't wanna fight you," I shook my head. "I don't wanna do the stupid 'girls fighting for a man' thing. That's not me. And you'll never see me bringing you down because of your looks. Happy people don't feel the need to tear others down."

"I can't fucking believe this," she looked at me with a smile, but somehow it looked so mean.

"You're insecure, I understand that. I am too sometimes and it's tempting to look down on someone to make yourself feel better, but you don't need that," I walked towards her, Alex watched the scene agape. "I hope you can get better, Marie, I really do. You deserve to be happy."

"Come on," Vincent offered me his hand. "Let's go, honey."

When we left the house I was finally able to breathe again. God, that was hard! Especially not crying while I said those things, I never knew I had it in me.

"Wow," I tightened my ponytail. "That was a workout on its own."

"You were great in there, I guess you earned yourself another orgasm when we get back," he whispered in a way that made it seem like it was almost a threat. "But for now... Last one to get to the beach has to cook dinner!"

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Exposure Therapy (The Road Within AU)

Chapter 1: Out of the Nest

Warning: Strong language, depiction of mental illness (including tics)

(Exposure Therapy Masterlist)

When I hopped off the bus, the smell of the sea immediately attacked me, but in a good way, this smell has always been comforting to me, ever since I was a little kid.

It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining, I felt great for once, that must've been the first time in months. Being near the beach always made me feel better.

After checking once more the address written by Dr. Rose on a napkin, I took a deep breath and prayed she didn't accidentally write down the wrong number. I could always ask for directions, but... I wouldn't have the guts to talk to a random person.

Luckily, the place I was looking for wasn't far from the station, a little over ten minutes walking. I just hoped with all my might that once I got there I didn't embarrass myself. If I knocked on that door and it was the wrong one, I would probably throw myself in the ocean, become a mermaid, and never come back.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Ramona. Nice to meet you, I'm Ramona," I mumbled to myself all the way there.

It took me about fifteen minutes to muster the courage to knock, once I did, I immediately regretted it, thinking I would just look stupid standing there. Maybe this whole thing was a terrible idea. Maybe I was supposed to be at the clinic and mom was right, I can't live on my own, I can't even cook my own food or talk on the phone without having an anxiety attack...

"Hi," A tall young man answered the door, forcing me to come back from my daymares.

He had this beautiful curly hair and eyes of the purest green, his eyebrows were the thing that caught my attention though, the eyebrows and the adam's apple, probably his most recognizable traits. He twitched slightly from time to time, something I would eventually get used to and not even notice anymore.

"Hello, are you Vincent Rhodes?" I had to close my eyes to talk, I was caught off guard by how beautiful he was.

"Yeah, that's me..."

"It's so nice to meet you!" I tried to say exactly what I had rehearsed. "I'm-I'm Ramona Wilson, Dr. Rose mentioned I would come? God, I'm so terrible at this... Why can't I talk like a normal fucking person?"

"Don't worry HA! Fucking weirdo whore," he spasmed. "Sorry, I don't mean that, I have-"

"Tourette's, I know."

"It's not exactly easy to hide, is it?"

"Not really, but I already knew."

"Please, come in."

"Thanks..."

As I walked in I noticed the house was awfully clean, which I was very grateful for, since I've always been a bit of a germophobe due to the generalized anxiety disorder that leads to hypochondria. I dropped my bag by the door and put some hand sanitizer on the floor to clean the bottom of my shoes, as I always do when I enter someone's house.

"So, Dr. Rose mentioned," he cut himself off with a loud whistle and smacked himself on the head a few times, something about that situation was triggering a string of tics. "This is like a... Exposure therapy thing?"

"Well, you and your friends are sort of a legend back in Desert Bridge, what you did was just amazing," I smiled. "So Dr. Rose thought it would be a good idea for me to spend some time with you and maybe learn how to take care of myself like a normal person. She said as long as I was in the clinic and not experiencing the real world, I wouldn't be truly independent."

"See, you say that a lot... Normal. No one's normal, especially not us," he laughed.

"Vince? Who was it at the door?"

"You must be Alex," I was able to forget about that sickly feeling in my stomach for a moment. "Ramona, Ramona Wilson."

"She's the girl Dr. Rose told us about."

"Oh! The autistic one!"

"Don't be... Fuck! Don't be rude," Vincent twitched more violently this time, but by now I was so used to it, I barely realized.

"It's fine," I shook my head. "I'm the autistic one, comes with a free side of anxiety disorder and irrational fear of diseases, which is the main reason why my mom sent me there, but that's about it."

"Well, nice to meet you..."

Before Alex could finish, Vincent's phone started ringing, he picked it up and blinked a couple times frantically.

"Hello?" he mumbled into the phone and turned to Alex with a smirk. "Oh, hi! Yeah, she's here, she's okay. Don't worry, tell her mom she's gonna... Fucking cunt she's gonna call. Alright, I'll let her know, bye."

"Shit, what does my mom want?" I grunted.

"She's just worried, she wants to know if you got here okay," Vincent grinned and I had to look away. His smile was too perfect, if I looked at him, I felt like I might break.

"You're not bringing those shoes inside, are you?" Alex asked staring at my sneakers.

"I never do," I assured. "I hate to walk with outside shoes in the house, sit with outside clothes in the bed... It's just too messy."

"Wow, someone who actually gives a shit about hygiene, how wonderful! Yeah, you can stay as long as you want," he gave me a nod.

"So, when do I get to meet Marie?" I looked around.

"Oh," Vincent waved his arms. "She left, a few months ago."

"I'm sorry, I really didn't know..." I wanted to die, how the fuck could I be so stupid?

"It's fine, really," he probably noticed how distressed that made me. "We're still friends, no hard feelings. Lying cunt!"

"Don't worry, Ramona, his tics are going a little crazy right now," Alex looked back at him, he was flipping us off. "I don't know why... I'll show you your room."

"Can I get you something to eat?" Vincent asked. "You must be hungry."

"Do you have any crackers?"

"Yeah, but I don't think that's a very filling meal..."

"I get very bothered with textures, I can't eat a lot of things, so I just have a few safe options. I usually go for crackers, Kraft mac and cheese, bananas, or frozen DiGiorno pizza, but only if it's plain or four cheese."

"I'll check if we have- you fucking freak, I'll check if we have any of that."

"Thanks," I sighed relieved.

"I didn't mean that, by the way, but I guess you know..." he muttered, blushing furiously, on the way to the kitchen.

Alex guided me to an empty room with a couch that doubled as a bed. It was quite nice, looked more like the combination of an office and a guest room.

"That's where our parents stay when they come to visit or something," he explained. "Make yourself at home, just... Keep everything tidy."

"Yeah, no worries," opened my bag to grab my inside flip-flops, the only thing I wear to walk around the house.

We could faintly hear Vincent ticking in the kitchen and I hid my mouth as I tried not to laugh. It was kind of endearing in a way.

"I don't know what is wrong with him today, his tics have been a lot more controlled this last year, but it seems like he's on a roll..."

"Maybe it's me," I panicked. "Do you think I did something wrong?"

"Nah, you didn't do anything wrong. He does get like that when he's nervous, but it's not your fault."

"Oh my... Maybe I should go back to the clinic, I don't wanna cause any disturbance, I would feel horrible."

"You're not, we are happy to help you. Really, do not worry, Ramona."

"Thank you, Alex."

As he left, I got my inside clothes to change for dinner. I should probably call my mom... Not that I wanted to talk to her, but the last thing I needed was for her to call one of them and make me look like a fucking child like she always does.

"Ramona? Hey, how are you?" she asked, her voice had a weird tone to it, I didn't know if she was nervous or excited.

"I'm great, so far no anxiety attacks, well... I did need some Klonopin on the bus, but nothing unmanageable."

"How are they?"

"They are nice, I feel like I'm a huge inconvenience, but they told me I'm not."

"Well, if you need to go back to the clinic or if you need me to pick you up just text me, you hear me? If you can't manage or..."

"Mom, I'm just mentally ill, not a 3-year-old."

"You're right..." I could feel she didn't actually believe I would be able to stay. "But if you need anything just let me know. You've never been on your own before."

"I'm not exactly on my own."

"Okay, okay," she sighed. "Don't forget your meds, Ramona, the antidepressant, and the OCD one after lunch, alright?"

"I have been taking them for months, I know when to take them. By the way, would you please call Dr. Rose to tell her I need a new OCD pill? This one makes me sick to my stomach and I lose all my appetite."

"That's good, you gained all that weight after your grandpa died, maybe this will help you lose it."

"Mom! You can't be serious! You think the best way for me to lose weight is to stop eating?"

"Well, if you really want me to call her..."

"I'll call her myself, don't worry."

"You never talk on the phone, Ramona."

"I know, but this is exposure therapy, maybe I should start now."

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As I walked to the kitchen after changing into my inside clothes, a plain tank top and some shorts, Vincent was taking the pizza out of the oven. When he turned around and found me there he nearly jumped and dropped everything.

"Big fat milkers holy fuck!"

"Um... Thank you?" I chuckled.

"I'm sorry- no I'm not. I am."

"It's fine, really," I sat down by the table. "Nice of you to notice."

He laughed at my comment and I couldn't believe that happened, someone actually liked a joke that I made! I spent most of my life scared to joke around, because every time I tried to throw in a funny remark, everyone would just stare at me and make me feel like the dumbest person on Earth.

"I didn't have plain, so I picked the pepperoni off of this one, is that ok?"

"Yeah, that's what I usually do... Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," he sat down in front of me, grabbing a slice for himself.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"What? No, why?"

"Alex told me your tics are way more manageable now, but when I arrived you had a fit."

"Oh, that? It happens sometimes, it's not your fault..."

"Okay," I tried to believe his words.

"Have you called your mom?"

"Yeah, she doesn't think I'm gonna make it."

"What do you mean by that?"

"She doesn't think I can live without her or outside of the clinic, that I'm some sort of incapable child."

"I know what you mean... Once my dad told me I couldn't even get to 7-Eleven by myself, but here I am."

"That's why I think Dr. Rose sent me here."

"Maybe she sent you here to- SUCK MY COCK," Vincent thumped his chest a couple times.

"I don't think she would send me here to do that..."

"You're really funny, you know that?" he smiled once again, and once again I had to look away to avoid feeling overwhelmed. "I was gonna say maybe she sent you here to have a taste of the real world."

"Wait, hold on," I stopped him, confused. "You really think I'm funny?"

"Yeah, why? I'm not supposed to?"

"Nobody thinks I'm funny. Actually, I spent most of my life hearing that I'm very unfunny."

"A lot of people get offended by my tics, even when they know I have Tourette's, but you take it so lightly. Then you say something funny, suddenly I'm not embarrassed anymore."

"You shouldn't be embarrassed for something you can't control."

"Well, it's kinda hard when you scream 'I have a bomb' in the middle of an airport..."

"How did you get out of this one?" I barely noticed that I was now eating with my hands, something I normally never would've done.

"I have this," he reached into his pocket and showed me a little card from the Tourette Association of America. "Thank God..."

"Oh, that's neat. When I was in elementary and middle school, my mom made me wear this stupid tag around my neck with her contact info and shit. Needless to say that only caused more bullying."

"Don't get me started on the bullying! I had to drop out of high school, it was impossible for me to be in class, and teenagers being the assholes they are didn't help. They were constantly trying to trigger me, repeating my tics, laughing..."

"Well, I'm glad you got better," I finally gathered the strength to look into his eyes. "Maybe you could finish high school."

"I do online school, but I still have a long way to go. You saw me earlier, it was madness."

"Have you noticed, Vincent?"

"Noticed what?" he looked at me puzzled.

"You haven't ticked at all ever since you told me to suck your cock."

"Oh my God... That's true!" he grinned. "I guess I didn't! And I thought I was the one supposed to help you here."

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Exposure Therapy (The Road Within AU)

Chapter 3: Many More Kisses

Warning: Strong language, depiction of mental illness (including tics), smut

(Exposure Therapy Masterlist)

"I'm sorry," Vincent shook his head violently, pulling back. "I didn't think, I just..."

"Why are you apologizing?"

"I didn't ask permission, I got carried away and I forgot."

"Why did you do that?"

"I just... I... CUNT!"

"Maybe we should go home."

"No, wait, Mona, I didn't wanna scare you, I..."

Without thinking about it, I ran away. I felt like he was mocking me, like that one time in middle school when I was at a party and a boy asked me to dance. I said yes, we twirled around the room until I noticed his friends laughing in the corner and filming us with their phones. Turns out he lost a bet and had to dance with the weird chick.

I didn't even bother picking up my stuff, I headed straight to the house. Once I arrived, I took a long shower to get that dirty sand and ocean water off of me. It was a terrible idea to go to the beach in the first place and all the anxiety that I avoided while I was there, was starting to catch up.

"Ramona? Mona?" Alex knocked when he saw me leaving the bathroom and going into my room crying. "Can I come in?"

"Is Vince there?"

"No."

"Then yes."

Alex walked in and sat by my side, looking at me with a look I hate. It's usually the one my mom gives me when she says 'I'm worried about you' so I assumed it's a preoccupied expression.

"Did something happen?"

"Yeah, I ruined everything, as always."

"How?"

"By existing, by being this person I am, by looking the way I do. It was supposed to be a nice moment, but it was just cruel."

"What did he do, Mona? Why are you angry at Vincent?"

"He kissed me," I shook my head as a response to that thought.

"And you didn't want it?"

"I did, but I know a guy like Vince is never gonna fall for a girl like me."

"What's wrong with you?"

"I'm a freak! I say weird shit, I stim when I'm nervous, I can't eat most foods because the texture makes me sick, I can't do normal things everyone does because I'm too scared of disease, and to top it all off... I gained 60 pounds over the last year."

"Well, if he kissed you that means he likes the way you look. Vince really isn't the type to toy with people's feelings."

"There was something he said, it was a tic but... It really hurt my feelings."

"Oh, Mona," he chuckled. "You should know by now the tics are like a separate entity, can't believe what he says when he's doing that. Sometimes he calls me very offensive slurs, I know it takes some getting used to, but it doesn't mean anything."

"Why would he kiss me if there's no chance in hell he would ever fall in love with me?"

"How do you know that? There's nothing wrong with you! We all have our problems, I also am too scared of germs to do most things the regular way, but I find a way that works for me, and you will too, that's why you're here."

"What if I never get better?"

"Trust me, you will. I used to be way worse than you, in every single way, I couldn't even drive over a pothole without having to stop and check if I just killed someone."

"I don't drive," I laughed, imagining that scene.

"Then we will teach you. When I first started the treatment, I would never imagine setting foot on a beach, you just did that, that was huge!"

"I guess it was..."

"And do you really think Vincent doesn't feel insecure about his Tourette's? He feels like an outcast just as much as we do. You know, it's good for him to like someone who isn't a narcissistic attention whore for once."

"Oh, don't say that, that's mean."

"Well, if you really wanna know, she was very manipulative. Mental illness isn't an excuse to be an asshole, I had to learn that the hard way."

"Even if there was a chance of anything happening, now there isn't. He freaked out, I freaked out and ran away. He probably thinks I hate him... Why do I always have to act like a 12-year-old? Why can't I have social skills like every other human being?"

"In my experience, the best way to build social skills is to socially interact with people."

"What do I do now?"

"Mona?" Vincent's fragile voice came through the door. "Are you in there?"

Alex quirked an eyebrow at me and shrugged.

"Only you can decide," he mumbled. "I better go."

As he left the room, I saw Vince waiting by the door, looking down, hitting his head with the heel of his hands.

"Come in," I nearly whispered.

"Hi," he joined me. "I showered already, you don't need to worry."

"Well, thanks..." I backed off away from him, hugging my knees.

"Can we talk?"

"Aren't we doing that already?"

Vincent tried not to laugh, even though I didn't mean to be funny. He waited for the tics to stop before finally speaking up:

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too, I shouldn't have done that, running I mean."

"It's totally okay that you don't like me that way, I shouldn't have pushed... We're such good friends, and now I blew it."

"Wait, what?" I grimaced.

"I like you, I think you're cute and funny, and I like talking to you," he cut himself off with a whistle. "But I don't wanna make things- fuck weird. I probably should've told you before I just kissed you."

"You like me?"

"I thought we had a moment and I just couldn't help it..."

"You like me?" I repeated in disbelief.

"What's wrong with that?"

No one has ever liked me before. I think my quirks and limitations tend to push everyone away, that's why I never made friends, that's why I never had a boyfriend. I'm just an unlovable person at the end of the day.

"Did Dr. Rose ask you to do this?"

"What? No! Even if she did I would never do it!" Vincent yelped.

"I was beautiful, you know? I didn't have these ugly dark circles, my skin was clear and I didn't even need makeup, I was thin. If we met two years ago, before things got really bad, you could've liked me, and I would've felt like I deserved you, but now I don't think you can. Not now that I'm broken, undesirable, and ugly. You're perfect, what do you want to do with me? Why are you doing this? to me?"

"Mona," he breathed. "I don't think you are any of those things, I never did. I don't know how you looked like before, but I know you are beautiful now, and I know that you know that deep inside. I like you a lot... I wanna fuck you against the wall," he twitched abruptly. "That was uncalled for."

"Oh my God," I cackled, finally loosening up and moving closer to him.

"As you can see, I'm great at flirting. Very subtle," he blushed and looked away.

"Nobody ever flirted with me ever, and every single kiss I ever had was on stage, so... I don't really mind."

"You know, guys probably flirted with you in the past and you just didn't pick up on it."

"I am bad at social cues, but I think I would know."

"Did you notice me flirting with you ever since you arrived?" he smirked.

And that's when it hit me, maybe he was right! I am horrible at reading people. Is it possible that I'm not as repulsive as I think I am?

"Not at all, but I just assumed a guy like you wouldn't flirt with a girl like me."

"A guy like me? A lanky mentally ill mess who's only now graduating high school online?"

"No... A handsome, kind, interesting, funny, charming guy who could essentially get anyone he wanted."

"Oh," he raised his eyebrows surprised. "so you- cock sucking slut. So you like me back?"

"Aham..." I got on my knees and kissed his cheek slowly.

"FUCKING WHORE," he pushed nearly hit his head on the wall. "FUCK OFF, CUNT!"

"You don't really mean that, do you?"

"No, please don't fuck off," he giggled. "I want you close."

"Good, I want you close as well," I brushed my lips against his, softly.

His lips captured mine, taking his time so I wouldn't be startled. He lowered me to the bed, still in that tender kiss. It felt so different from being on stage, it felt like flying. When he slid his tongue in, I was taken by surprise, usually I would never want someone else's tongue in my mouth, but now... It was almost like I needed it.

"Maybe we should cool down a bit," he pulled back, panting.

"Why?"

"I don't wanna... Scare you or make you uncomfortable by going too far."

"Okay," I felt sligthly disappointed for some reason I couldn't understand.

"Is something wrong, Mona?" Vincent frowned, watching my face change. Sometimes I forget I was the one who couldn't quite read people's facial expressions, but they could read mine.

"I... What if I want you to go too far?"

"Oh, that would be okay, if you wanted to," the way he swallowed, heavily, making his adam's apple bob gently, made me hyptnotized. "But don't feel pressured, it's cool if you're not ready."

"I am, I wanna do it," something inside of me made me sure. "I just haven't done it before."

"That's alright, I'm not that experienced either. I'll go slow," he kissed the curve of my neck. "And if you wanna stop, just ask and I will."

His hand slid up my shirt and my breath got caught in my throat, my eyes shut tight and he backed off immediately.

"Can we turn off the lights first?" I asked.

"Why?"

"Just- I don't want you to see me."

"I could if it makes you feel better, but I would like to see you," he mumbled.

I didn't know what to think, I wanted this more than I've ever wanted anything in my life, why was I letting a simple insecurity get in the way?

My mom kept telling me I should watch it, I obviously wanna go back to the way I used to be before, but should I just stop being happy while I don't get there? It's not like I became a repulsive monster... Vincent didn't seem to care, why did I?

"Maybe a lamp?" I hoped he would be happy with compromising. "Let's go easy on the behavioral exercises."

"I'm fine with that," he smirked as he turned on the lamp next to the bed.

"Cool," I took off my shirt and Vincent stared at me for a moment, making me question every decision I've made over the last five minutes. Why won't he say something? Do I look that hideous?

"You're so- fuck fuck," he jerked. "So sexy."

"Am I?"

"Very," his gaze lingered on my chest. "Can you wait just two seconds? I just need to get a condom, it will be super fast, don't move."

Vince ran out of the room and I couldn't help but laugh when I heard Alex yelling at him for running in the house. In less than a minute, he was back, trying to catch his breath

"Sorry I took so long."

"You didn't take... Oh, it was a joke wasn't it?"

He nodded, getting on top of me again. When his hand went between my legs, I had to cover my mouth not to scream.

"Is this okay?" he checked.

"Yeah, it just feels weird."

"Weird good or weird bad?"

"Weird wonderful."

"Good, if you wanna stop, or if there's something you want me to do, just let me know."

I sighed as his fingers circled my clit. I was a little scared to lose my virginity, I think everyone is at least a little bit, but that was one of those moments when desire is bigger than fear.

"I wanna feel you..." I begged.

For once, Vincent seemed to forget about all the tics and my rituals, he was completely focused on that moment, relaxed. He seemed to be enjoying it as well, which was a little weird to me, I was under the impression that men only enjoy themselves when they're properly fucking someone.

"I wanna make you feel so good," he freed me from the rest of my clothes leaving me totally naked, I didn't like this feeling at first, but the way he looked at me made me feel better.

Okay, I'm sure that's not what my mom or Dr. Rose had in mind when they sent me to California for that little exposure therapy, but I have to say... This whole thing was helping a lot more than any medication ever did, so I guess it's a win, right?

Vince watched me attentively as his fingers worked their magic, he carefully slid one inside of me and I gasped softly. That was such an odd feeling, I thought I would hate it, but I didn't, It felt kinda nice.

"Keep going," I exhaled shakily. "Please, and kiss me."

He smiled, nodding softly as he claimed my lips, moving slowly and enjoying every second our bodies were touching each other. I could feel his stiffness against my thigh and when I glanced down, he was rock hard.

"Wow..." I mused, not realizing that I was staring. "Is that because of me?"

"You're really wet, that's sexy," he mumbled.

"Can I touch you?"

He silently agreed and I reached between us, stroking his cock a few times. I had a total of zero experience, so I didn't expect it to feel good, but he shuddered, letting out a breathy moan.

"Oh, I want you, Mona. So bad."

"I'm ready," I took a long, deep breath.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I wanna do it."

Vincent quickly grabbed the condom and fumbled a bit with it before managing to put it on. When he finally did it, he held me close, kissing all over my chest as our bodies slowly connected. He moved so carefully, giving me time to stop him if I wanted.

At first, it wasn't really comfortable. I felt a little pinch and whimpered, but after some getting used to, I started to like it. I involuntarily started to move my hips to meet his thrusts, and get some friction.

My body was totally relaxed and I nearly closed my eyes, but I didn't want to. I wanted to look at Vince, watch him quietly cry out my name, his beautiful curls moving around beautifully as he moved more and more eagerly.

Of course I've had orgasms before, I'm not frigid, but this felt much more intense. I tried to keep it down, but it was nearly impossible as that overwhelming pleasure drowned me, it was almost ethereal, magical.

I came undone and my brain became a hazy mess until one thought popped in there: what if you get pregnant? Yeah, you're wearing a condom, but what if? What if the condom has a micro fissure, just enough for a single sperm to pass through? What if Vincent put it on wrong?

"Vince," I called.

"Yes, baby?" he slowed down a bit.

"Can you pull out? I'll help you finish."

"But I'm wearing a con-"

"I know, but would you mind?"

"No, it's alright."

He did exactly as I asked and I didn't even stop to think before wrapping my lips around his cock, taking as much as possible in my mouth. He grunted and he clenched his fists as he came.

"I'm sorry about that, I just had an intrusive thought about getting pregnant and..." I tried to cover my body with the sheet and noticed a tiny red spot, which freaked me out even more. "JESUS CHRIST! I fucked everything up!"

"Hey," Vincent whistled and slapped his own face, clearly disturbed by my reaction. "Don't worry, it's not your fault, it's just a little blood, I'll take care of it."

"Was that good for you at least?"

"Yeah, it was amazing," he pulled me into his arms. "Your mouth feels like heaven."

"Next time I'll keep it together."

"It's alright... Wait! Next time?" his eyes lit up.

"Yeah, unless you don't want to," I pulled back, a little scared.

"I do, of course I do!" he kissed the top of my head. "Did you come? Was it good for you?"

"You can say so... It was perfect."

"Then there's nothing to worry about."

I smiled up at him, he smiled back, stroking my arm soothingly.

"Cunt sandwich in a bag!" he barked, making me fight a grin. "Ha! I love you!"

My mouth dropped and my eyes widened, that was a tic, right? It had to be. Vincent covered his eyes in frustration.

"Was that a...?"

"Yeah," he muttered. "I'm sorry, I-"

"So you don't mean it?"

"Well, I do, but I don't wanna freak you out. We haven't met that long ago and it's literally our first time. In my experience, it's not good to say that to a girl after the first time."

"You do mean it?"

"I do," he admitted.

"I love you too," I leaned back against his chest with a sigh.

Tag List: @elliethesuperfruitlover @firstpersonnarrator @spanishmossmagnolia @a-ghoulish-tale @seanfalco @badsext

#the road within vincent #the road within fanfic #the road within #vincent rhodes x oc #vincent rhodes #fanfic #robert sheehan character fic #robert sheehan fanfic

[super-unpredictable98]

Exposure Therapy (The Road Within AU)

Chapter 2: Not So Normal

Warning: Strong language, depiction of mental illness (including tics), mention of death and disordered eating.

(Exposure Therapy Masterlist)

"FUCKING CUNT WHORE!" Vincent's shout made me go from half asleep to very much awake.

"Good morning to you too," I joked as I came down the stairs.

"Hey, Ramona," he twitched violently spluttered while drinking some juice. By now I was so used to the twitching and the spasms that I barely noticed them at all.

The last couple of days I've been trying to gather the courage to ask him to use my nickname. My full name reminds me of my mom, but I didn't wanna seem nasty.

"You can call me Mona, I'm not a huge fan of my name."

"Alright, Mona, are you hungry?"

"Not really, this fucking medication," I nearly gagged just thinking about it. "It makes me feel sick all day, plus my antidepressant has tiny little spheres inside the capsule and every time I swallow I hear this horrible rattling noise in my throat that just makes me... Argh! I'll eat at dinner."

"Dinner?" Vince furrowed his brows as he pushed his chin up with the heel of his hand.

"Apparently this OCD pill is also a good appetite suppressant. I gained some weight after... Some stuff happened back home."

"Oh, no, that can't be good, you should talk to Dr. Rose about it... Not eating isn't good for you, believe me," his expression darkened completely. I'm not usually the best at reading people's faces, but even I saw that change.

"I will, I'm just trying to gather the nerve to talk on the phone."

"You don't talk on the phone?"

"Not really, when I used to sing I could use the excuse that I couldn't strain my voice, but now I just have to admit it's because of my anxiety."

"I could help you if you want, I could call and then you explain to her," he shut his eyes abruptly. "Fuck off, weird cunt- I'm sorry..."

I knew he didn't mean it, but part of me started to think that maybe that's how he felt. Everyone else certainly did.

He was very nice, but he probably thought I was crazy and who could blame him? I did just say that the rattling of my medication in my throat makes me lose my mind.

"Where's Alex?" I tried to push those thoughts away.

"He went grocery shopping, he doesn't trust me to do it. He likes to check the expiration date himself and make sure every container is in pristine condition."

"I understand his worries, I need to check the date at least twice before eating, but you seem pretty trustworthy."

"Thanks," Vince chuckled. "Are you sure you don't wanna eat anything? Do you like eggs?"

"Only scrambled, I tolerate cheese or onions, never both."

"I guess it's your lucky day," he lowered his eyes to the half-eaten scrambled eggs with cheese on the plate. "I don't mind sharing."

I tried to fight a grin as Vincent handed me his fork. Usually I don't do this, I don't eat with someone else's fork or drink from someone else's cup. This sounds absolutely disgusting and it would send me into a terrible anxiety attack, but not this time.

It felt like an act of intimacy when I took a bite, that piece of metal had touched his lips, his beautiful, plump... NO! Why do I do this to myself?

Fuck, I hate being the way I am, someone gives me the slightest bit of attention and I'm already head over heels! But it did feel pretty good to use his fork, maybe I should face that as a behavioral exercise instead, I'm confronting my germophobia.

"Did you like it?" Vincent asked before making a pop noise with his palm against his mouth.

I simply hummed in response, not realizing that the fork was still in my mouth, resting on my tongue. He nodded in encouragement with a smile.

"Do you want some more?"

"Oh!" I pulled the fork out. "Yeah, I guess..."

I took another bite and tried to fight that nausea the medication was causing, that moment was too good to be ruined. Even if it was only happening in my head.

"Great, just a little bit more, baby steps."

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"Or even worse he could be very nice, have lovely eyes, and make me laugh, come out of hiding. What do I do with that? Oh, God, what if when he sees me I like him and he knows it? What if he opens up a door and I can't close it? What happens then? If when he holds me, my heart is set in motion-"

"That is so pretty," Vincent stood by the door as I played the ukelele.

"Oh, shit!" I almost had a heart attack when I realized he's been listening. "Thanks."

"Sorry, I didn't wanna scare you, I just finished my online school stuff and I heard you singing..."

"It's alright," I shook my head, avoiding looking into his eyes.

"What's the name of that FUCK song?"

"It's When He Sees Me, from Waitress."

"Can you continue?"

Very hesitantly I got my ukelele back in position and restarted from where I stopped. I was beyond embarrassed, but I didn't want him to think I stopped because of him or because I was singing about him, or because I don't know the rest.

"If when he holds me, my heart is set in motion. I'm not prepared for that, I'm scared of breaking open, but still I can't help from hoping to find someone to talk to... Who likes the way I am. Someone who when he sees me, wants to again."

"That was beautiful, Mona," I couldn't tell if he was being honest or if he was mocking me.

"Thank you," I chose to believe he was being honest, even though if he wasn't I would end up looking stupid.

"I wanted to ask..." he started ticking more violently. "Would you wanna- cunt, go to the beach with me?"

My eyes probably grew wide trying to process the question. Vincent was traditionally attractive, yeah, he was probably insecure about his tics, but he could get any girl he wanted, why would he be asking me?

UNLESS... He was asking me as a friend and I'm being stupid again. Damn it, I had to answer quickly before he realizes I thought it was a date, before he gives up, before he thinks I hate him!

"Yes," I nearly whispered.

"C-cool, why don't you get ready and meet me downstairs?"

"Sure," I grimaced, already regretting accepting the invitation.

I'm pale as can be, so the sun would probably burn me. I can't swim, so that would be awkward. Beaches are disgusting, all that sand sticking to my skin... Not to mention how the sea is filthy and basically filled with disease.

Of course there was also the issue of the swimsuit... My mom had bought me a couple of new ones, since the old ones don't fit anymore. They were all one-piece, all black, one with little stars and moons and the other with small aliens. She said Black is slimming.

I grabbed a beach dress, a towel, and my sunscreen. It was almost five, so the sun was not that dangerous anymore, but I would probably need to reapply anyway. So I went downstairs and Vince was anxiously waiting by the door.

"Are you ready?" he smiled.

"Where are you two going?" Alex came in holding two huge bags of groceries.

"To the beach," I muttered.

"Oh," he seemed surprised? Admired? Upset? I wasn't sure. "Have fun then."

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"Is this spot good for you?" Vincent asked.

"Yeah, it's fine."

It wasn't fine, it was a bit too close to the water and if we stayed long enough the tide would get to us and I would have an anxiety attack, but I wasn't gonna tell him that. The whole point of this exposure therapy was to make me uncomfortable, so I could get comfortable in the future, right?

I sat down on the blanket he brought, he quickly joined me while a particularly bad string of tics took over him.

"CUNT CUNT FUCK!" Some people around us were staring, but I didn't really mind.

"Looks like these assholes have never seen a person with Tourette's before."

"They probably haven't," he laughed. "It's not that common."

"Well, fuck them for staring," I felt truly bad that this is what he has to go through every time he goes out in public.

"Yeah, but you have anxiety and I just..."

"I don't care about that, I used to do theater, I'm used to being watched."

"Used to? Why don't you do it anymore?" he was finally starting to calm down.

"My grandpa died, he was an actor. He was the only father figure I ever had. Now that he's gone it doesn't feel right being on stage anymore and I ended up getting fat anyway, so it doesn't really matter."

"Ha, landwhale," he squealed. "Sorry."

"It's fine," I tugged at the sleeves of my dress to cover my arms a bit more and folded them in front of my stomach. It was just a tic, but somehow that one really hurt.

"That wasn't a tic!" he shouted and covered his mouth immediately, mortified. "Yes it was, it was a tic!"

"Did you just tic saying that wasn't a tic?"

"Yeah, that's a dangerous one... I'm so sorry."

"Don't worry, Vincent."

"No, I really am, I-"

"You didn't mean it," I covered my eyes before any tears could come out, I didn't want to make him feel bad about it.

"Yeah," he frowned. "I get how you feel, you know? My mom died a couple of years ago, she was my best friend. It sucks, I know, but don't you think your grandpa would be proud of seeing you carrying his legacy or something?"

"Maybe," I cursed the second I said yes to that stupid beach date. "But I need to find the strength to step on stage without crying first."

"You know, I really am sorry about what I said."

"Why are you still talking about it?"

"I can see you got upset," I looked at him, his curls danced in the wind, covering his eyes a little bit, he looked more beautiful than ever.

"Nah, I'm fine," I looked the other way once again.

"Hey," Vince brought my gaze back to him with his hand on my cheek. "I didn't mean it."

"I know, trust me, I know..."

"You're beautiful, Mona! Don't ever think that you need to be a certain size to look good, that is a deadly path."

"You're saying that because you're worried I'll go down the same road as Marie?"

"Well, it's really painful to watch someone you like going through that..."

"Do you still like her?"

"FUCKING BITCH," he screamed and whistled right after. "As a friend, but just that."

"I'm sorry for asking, I probably shouldn't."

"It's fine," he stared into the horizon. "She needs someone who can take care of her, I can't do that. I can take care of a girl like a normal boyfriend would, but I can't have the responsibility of her entire life on my back. She is a nice person, but can be very toxic sometimes, it's like she doesn't want people to love her."

"Why did you say yes to Dr. Rose if you don't wanna care for people?" I don't think I've ever felt so inadequate in my entire life. If that was a date, that was probably the worst first date in history... But it wasn't.

"You don't need to be taken care of, you just need someone who listens to you and is willing to understand the way you feel."

"But earlier-"

"Earlier you were having a hard time, but when I handed you the fork, you didn't fight it. I didn't have to insist for you to eat or else you might die. I know you think you're an inconvenience to us, but you're not," contradicting his words, he flipped me off, but I just laughed.

"I just have this constant feeling that even though people might like me, they would like me more if I was different, neurotypical."

"Do you like me?"

"Yeah," I admitted before my brain could stop me.

"Would you like me more if I didn't tic?" he raised his eyebrows.

"No, of course not," I scoffed, what sort of question was that?

"There's your answer," he shrugged. "Do you wanna go for a swim?"

"I can't swim."

"That's fine, we'll stay in the shallow, and if you're scared I'll hold your hand. If anything happens, I'll pull you back."

"Don't you think the sea is a little too dirty?" I chuckled.

"I don't know, but what I do know is that ever since I moved here I've been in there hundreds of times and nothing bad ever happened. You can always shower when you get home," Vincent ripped his shirt off and offered me his hand. "Wanna give it a try?"

I didn't wanna go in, I didn't wanna take my dress off, but I did wanna hold his hand and he did look very nice with his shirt off.

Sometimes, there are these wonderful moments in which your desire to do something is stronger than your fear. Like that one time when someone got sick at the stage door of the Winter Garden Theater, but I really wanted an autograph from Leslie Kritzner on my Playbill.

Those are the moments when you realize your real strength, when you finally realize you can and you will take that opportunity to be happy. I timidly shed my dress and took his hand. The surprised (or was it admired?) look he gave me was probably the best part, I don't think he expected it to work.

"If anything happens to me, I'll haunt you forever," I joked.

"You have my permission, but I think the worst that can happen is you having a great time."

I honestly couldn't believe that was my life. I was actually running towards the sea under the beautiful pink-orange sunset in California, holding hands with this cute guy (given he didn't like me that way, it's still nice to dream), and I didn't even need Lexotan for this one.

As soon as my feet touched the water, I thought I was gonna gag, but I felt great.

"See? Alive and well," Vincent smacked his own chest a few times. "How do you feel?"

"Alive and well!" I shouted.

"Isn't it amazing?"

"Yes!"

Every time the waves hit my legs, I felt like I was gonna fall, but I never did. Most of the things in my life were like this, a little voice in my head always telling me what would go wrong, but none of those things ever actually happened. It was just a voice, no face, no power, no nothing.

My fantasy was broken, though, when I tripped over an unexpected bump in the sand. Hearing my desperate yelp, Vincent placed his other hand on my back to stabilize me, holding me firmly.

We stared at each other for a little while, my heart was about to jump out my mouth and I had to look away, but just as my eyes found something else to stare at, he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine.

Tag List: @elliethesuperfruitlover @firstpersonnarrator @spanishmossmagnolia @a-ghoulish-tale @seanfalco @badsext

#the road within #the road within vincent #the road within fanfic #vincent rhodes x oc #vincent rhodes #fanfic #robert sheehan character fic #robert sheehan fanfic

[super-unpredictable98]

Exposure Therapy Masterlist

Summary: Medication and therapy, is that always the answer? Ramona is about to find out a taste of freedom might just be the treatment she needs, and facing your biggest fears is always easier when you are not alone.

Chapter 1: Out of the Nest

Chapter 2: Not So Normal

Chapter 3: Many More Kisses

Chapter 4: The Unexpected Visitor

Chapter 5: Getting to 7-Eleven

**

Exposure Therapy' verse drabbles and one shots:

- The Skeleton in Ramona's Closet

#the road within #the road within fanfic #the road within vincent #vincent rhodes #vincent rhodes x oc #fanfic #multichapter #exposure therapy

[seanfalco]

thirsty thursday headcanon masterlist.

General Headcanons:

Nathan | Sean | Luke | Klaus | Billy | Duncan | Nikolai | Ivan | Roland | Valdo

Rob characters & their sex styles: A Venn diagram

Lingerie preferences for partner (Nathan Young)

Dom! HC’s (Klaus, Sean, Vincent, Luba, & Darren)

NSFW Alphabet HC’s - [ list link ]

Nathan Young [ complete ]

Sean Falco [ complete ]

Duncan Taylor [ complete ]

Luke (Cherrybomb) [ complete ]

Klaus Hargreeves: A, D, K, L, S, U, W, Y

Vincent Rhodes: B, C, D, F, H, J, M, O, P, V, X

Nikolai (Song of Sway Lake): A, T, V, D, K, U, W, M, N, O, B, J, L, S, Y, Z

Billy Delaney: E, L, O, U, A, G, M, V

Luba (Mute): C, H, J, K, M, S, U

Ivan Mccormick: B, F, K, Q, W, Z

Win Lewis (oc): I, N, W

Bullet Point Fics:

Sexy Snowed-in Sleepover (Sean Falco)

Trapped in an Elevator (Duncan Taylor)

Teaching Nathan How to Go Down on You (Nathan Young)

Choosing Billy (Billy Delaney)

Embarrassed About Your Kinks (Luba)

#masterlist #robert sheehan character fic #headcanons #thirsty thursday headcanons #nathan young #klaus hargreeves #sean falco #duncan taylor #luke (cherrybomb) #vincent rhodes #nikolai (song of sway lake) #billy delaney #luba (mute) #ivan mccormick #oc: win lewis

[seanfalco]

Klaus Hargreeves | The Umbrella Academy

Nathan Young | Misfits

Sean Falco | Bad Samaritan

Darren Treacy | Love/Hate

Luke | Cherrybomb

Duncan Taylor | Geostorm

Luba | Mute

Billy Delaney | Me and Mrs Jones

Vincent Rhodes | The Road Within

    ↳ Under the Moonlight*      ↳ An Alibi*      ↳ Shibari* (Kinktober 2022)

    ↳ Afterparty*      ↳ You Know What They Say About Guitarists*      ↳ Not Getting Off That Easy*

   ↳ The Regular

   ↳ An Excuse

    ↳ Compromised*

   ↳ Are you Flirting with Me?     ↳ Good Morning     ↳ A Monthly Occurrence*

    ↳ Want* (Modern!AU)  [ hiatus ]

Headcanons |  Sweet // Spicy* Kinktober | 2020* // 2022* Joz’s Sheehan Filmography Tierlist

The Witcher

    ↳ Valdryn Masterlist [ Valdo Marx x Aevryn Swift (oc) ]

Updated: 05/27/23

#robert sheehan #robert sheehan character fic #nathan young #nathan young x reader #klaus hargreeves #klaus hargreeves x reader #sean falco #sean falco x reader #darren treacy #darren treacy x reader #luba x reader #simon lewis x reader #duncan taylor x reader #billy delaney #billy delaney x reader #nikolai (song of sway lake) #luke (cherrybomb) #housekeeping #ivan mccormick #nikolai x reader #luke (cherrybomb) x reader #ivan mccormick x reader #jaskier #jaskier x reader #valdo marx #valdo marx x reader #masterlist #joz.fics

[seanfalco]

Positivity Fic Recs

Yesterday I asked people to tell me what some of their favourite fics of mine were, today I’m gunna be posting some of my favourite fics by other writers and spreading some positivity to help counteract the hate that has been going around lately. 💖💖💖

@imagine-you — Mel’s Klaus fics were what inspired me to start writing for him as well, which led to writing for Robert’s other roles. Without her I probably wouldn’t be sharing my fics with you today.

Look Alive, Sunshine (Klaus Hargreeves x Reader/Danger Days crossover)

More Than Just a Dream series (Klaus Hargreeves x Reader)

@the-novel-on-the-left — Shye’s been with me since pretty much the beginning when I was writing for The Witcher & Valdo Marx & then I was lucky enough that she followed me further into Robert Sheehan Hell.

Parties (Valdo Marx x Reader) - written for my birthday!

Break My Heart Right series (Luba x Reader)

Fake Dating: Rehab Visit (Klaus Hargreeves x Reader)

@super-unpredictable98 — Flor is another one who writes for all of Rob’s characters and I’m in love with her oc, Lydia, who I have been having a blast rp-ing with 💖

Irresistible Trouble (Spiller x Reader)

@bisexualnathanyoung — Ry’s Nathan is always spot on and I love their oc, Mel and how real she feels. I’m also lucky enough to be able to have collaberated with them on our Misfits ot3 verse.

Community Blowback (Nathan Young x oc)

@seancekitsch — Bonnie’s portrayal of Klaus is so perfect and I love how wonderfully flawed he is. Plus she depicts addiction and mental illness in such an accurate and respectful way.

Prize Buck series (Klaus Hargreeves x Reader)

@robertsheehanownsmyass — Shay is another wonderful writer that provides content for our smaller roles & I’m super excited to see what else she has in store for us from her Valentine’s event.

Champagne Buzz (Nathan Young x Reader)

Mo Shíorghrá (Darren Treacy x Reader)

Pop! Goes the Prosecco (Vincent Rhodes x Reader)

@elliethesuperfruitlover — A ray of sunshine and positivity and one of the biggest cheerleaders in this fandom. Her Luba fics are always spicy and sweet.

Walk with a Limp(ay) (Luba x Reader)

@badsext — Another writer whose Nathan fics I really enjoy and a super sweet person as well!

A Comedy of Errors (Nathan Young x Reader)

Masquerade (Nathan Young x Reader)

There are many other talented writers in this fandom and I haven’t been the best at reading fic lately, so if you have any others to recognize, link them in the comments! We’re here to support each other and lift each other up, not tear each other down. And I for one am so thankful for all the wonderful friends I’ve made and for all the support of my fellow writers. I love you all. 💖💛

#joz talks #fic recs #robert sheehan #robert sheehan character fics

[miss-kittys-magical-library]

The Library Is Open For Requests

I'll be linking some prompts below. The general rules/does and don'ts (Thanks @seanfalco!) will also be attached as well.

The Library Staff would like to hopefully grow their readership in 2021 beyond just the few of you. Feeling challenged and continuing to keep those creative juices flowing would be a wonderful start to hopefully a better year for is all

Will Accept Prompts For:

** denotes new characters

Nathan Young (Misfits)

Darren Treacy (Love/Hate)

Klaus Hargreeves (TUA)

Billy Delaney (Me. & Mrs. Jones)

Luba (Mute)

Sean Falco (Bad Samaritan)

Luke (Cherrybomb)

Leon (Moonwalkers)

Roland (Three Summers)

Jack (The Messenger)

Vladek (Fortitude)

Cormac Mcnamara (Foreign Exchange)

Nikolai (Song of Sway Lake)

Vincent Rhodes (The Road Within)

Spiller (The Borrowers)**

Ivan Mccormick (Killing Bono)**

Archie Eden (Demons Never Die)**

Simon Lewis (Mortal Instruments: City of Bones)**

Prompt Lists:

List One

NSFW Prompt List 

Rules of the Library (Thank you @Seanfalco for these too.  Pretty similar to what the Library is willing to or not willing to do. Tweaked them to fit us)

1. Requests are considered.

I will usually make a post when requests are open 

I am not obligated to fill every request that I receive.

I write what inspires me at the time, they will be fulfilled as the muse hits in no specific order

If I find myself uncomfortable, I probably won’t be handling that request

I prefer sentence starters when receiving request, though sometimes super specific is ok if it is a gift.  But dont abuse that idea of a gift

Also please don’t spam requests. 

I write fem!reader or fem!OC.  It’s just what I’m most comfortable with.

To request anonymously do so through “Ask the Library Staff” and with your open Tumblr through the submissions and “Open Requests”

2. I don’t have a strict update schedule.

I work full time.  I try to write whenever I can.  I just wrote for two consecutive weeks straight and right now Im a bit burnt out.  Im attempted to finish two WIPs as well as challenge myself

I usually post whenever I finish.  It could be morning, afternoon or even middle of the evening.  I will reblog and have specific tags such as “Klaus x request” or “Darren x request” etc.

3. Things I won’t write:

canon x canon or slash – I only write x reader or x oc, I don’t mind including fem slash or threesomes with two male characters and a female character or two females and a male.  Im not above including ace representation

noncon – Im an assault survivor.  I just won’t do it.  I need to be better about mentioning protection

real person fic/rpf

Five smut - even aged up

incest- I know theyre fictional.  I know theyre adopted.  I just won’t do it.

coming out fics - it’s delicate

if you’re unsure if there’s a topic I will or won’t write, feel free to ask

A Caveat: I am not opposed to mixing my OCs with other characters at your request, nor do I have an issue mixing Robert’s characters with one another.  Even, dare I say, sexually.  To me that isn’t incest or twincest it’s.. more like masturbation LOL  

4. On headcanons:

When I post headcanons, I don’t mind if you reblog them, please do! If you want to brainstorm ideas you can ALWAYS message the Librarian or my other account Miss Kittys Magic Portal and we can share ideas or feelings :)

5. Tag List:

if you would like to be added to my taglist just send me a message or an ask and specify which types of fics you’d like to be tagged in (if its a specific series, or character, or fandom)

6. My Personal Tumblr Ask Box is always open if you want to chat, about Robert, his characters, anything!  I also have anonymous turned on, so please don’t be shy!  It makes my day to interact with y'all.  For here please use it (Open or anon) to request or answer or respond to Thirsty Thursday 

#robert sheehan #robert sheehan character fic #prompts #requests

[seanfalco]

sfw headcanon masterlist.

General HC’s—

Cuddles (Klaus, Nathan, Sean, Vincent)

Klaus & sleeping

New Year’s Eve Kisses (Klaus, Nathan, Sean, Duncan)

Random Sean HCs

Soft Sean Aftercare HCs

Taking Care of While Sick: Nathan | Nikolai

SFW Alphabet HC’s - [ list link ]

Klaus Hargreeves: A, C, H, K, L, S, T, U

Nathan Young: B, C, L, M, N, O, P, S, T, V, X

Sean Falco: I, L, N, T, W, Y, Z

Vincent Rhodes: A, B, C, E, H, K, P, S, T, U, X, Z

Luke (Cherrybomb): A, B, H, K, L, G, N, P, W

Ivan Mccormick: A, R, T, V

Luba: A, H, T

Darren Treacy : A, R, T

Win Hargreeves (OC): I, N, W

#headcanons #klaus hargreeves #nathan young #sean falco #vincent rhodes #duncan taylor #luba (mute) #billy delaney #luke (cherrybomb) #nikolai (song of sway lake) #robert sheehan characters #robert sheehan #ivan mccormick #masterlist #oc: win hargreeves