Bet on It

by Jodie Slaughter

To me because, bitch, we did it!

best dedication ever

All things considered, the frozen dinner section of the Piggly Wiggly was one of the better public places to have a panic attack.

yo how’d tf did my diary get published into a book

Her regular, everyday anxiety about being a public nuisance would probably override the attack she was having and send her scrambling.

“Well, we’ve got seven minutes until they lock down the store. You mind if I stay right here with you until then?”

I'm a bitch under anxiety attacks and I would've punched him but damn if this isn't the sweetest thing

Yes, she minded a stranger seeing her like this. But no, she didn’t want him to walk away. She felt overwhelmed by his presence and desperately lonely at the same time.

Such an accurate description of anxiety feelings

As a general rule, she preferred to know someone a little longer before she had a panic attack in front of them. That way there was already an established repartee when it inevitably came time for her to downplay the moment and pretend it was no big deal.

Feel this fr

now—broader, bulkier, and less attached to his own shadow. Therapy and Zoloft had reduced his number of panic attacks by a whole hell of

Pop those pills hoe, Zoloft was my first anxiety med

Blue Bell French Vanilla,

I'm not saying sexually attracted to food, but if i was, it would be to Blue Bell Vanilla ice cream js

He’d always been drawn to women who were less than forthcoming with their entire personalities. He liked to be the one to draw hidden shit out of people, loved it when they trusted him enough to open up and let him see everything they kept shut away. His therapist said it probably had something to do with elevated empathy in response to his childhood trauma.

Me

“Generalized anxiety disorder.”

That’s what I have!!! Twinsiez

She’d gotten new nails. Pretty and pink and marbled, and he immediately thought about what they would look like clutching at his back or wrapped around his …

Someone lmk if guys actually think like this

I’ll be there to watch the Saints get their asses beat to hell and back by September.”

Watch it white boy. I'm from New Orleans

She was more the type to yearn so much for something to no end that it just became a part of her personality.

me with Pedro Pascal

“Can I help you up?” he asked, his voice rough. “I don’t want to just put my hands all over you without—”

Hot

the insistent whispers in her head telling her that she wasn’t worth knowing was exhausting.

Anxiety be loud af

Aja didn’t believe anyone aside from her family could ever care about her enough to view her as anything other than a burden.

Ouch this hit hard for me

His thumb dragged up the gusset,

Pardon??? A gusset??? Sounds like a medieval torture tool lol

“I. Just. Had. Sex.”

and it felt so good (lonely island (you better know this))

Did you do it in your place? Is he still there? Put him on!”

This is me af

I rode his dick right there in the back seat.”

Bingo hall parking lots are the place to be apparently

The anxiety stuck around too long for his liking. It followed him to work, to the bar, it even slept right next to him every night.

This hit home hard (woah BARS (not really))

Heads bobbing, hips swaying, faces grinning, she and Jade made a fucking meal of the song.

Imma start using that phrase

“I’ve always had pretty intense emotions.”

Must be a cancer (like me lolz)

“I can’t help it. I find most parts of you sexy. The toes come with the territory.”

Not a foot fetish. Get outta here Quentin Taratino

Walker moved on to her right foot, immediately going to the arch, digging in hard enough to make her moan involuntarily. His eyes were sharp when they cut to her. “Uhm, sorry.…” Her face heated.

I WOULD DIE OF EMBARRASSMENT

The Piggly Wiggly was packed out the ass with people.

10/10 phrase

His dick grew thick against his thigh, dripping like it knew what was about to happen before his brain did.

Dude your dick melting or sumfin?

“Does it count if we don’t actually have sex?” He moved to rub his face against her soft jaw. “Not in the most traditional sense, at least.”

This some religious high school couple shit like “nor leave room for the holy spirit, let’s dry hump instead so we can get a hall pass to heaven”

“If I had my way, I’d live between your thighs.”

Like a yeast infection

the thought of his tongue on her pussy overrode everything else.

hot

She pulled up her shirt a little, right under her breasts so she could get to the button on her shirt. He took his time, taking in the stretch marks on her plush belly and the way her thick waist looked in contrast to her hips.

I may be high rn but like shouldn’t that last word be shorts and not shirt (last word in first sentence)?

He blew warm air against her clit, watching as it pulsed.

My man legit puffing air on her clįt????? Sir you polishing it or something???? No need to huff your stanky breath on my labïá

“Peaches aren’t for staring at, Walker. They’re for eating.”

AHHHHH

“Unless you want somebody to come in here and see you spread out like Sunday dinner, you’ve got to hush.”

“Spread out like Sunday dinner”☠️☠️☠️

her wrists, trying to crack her fingers every few moments. He could feel her leg bouncing underneath the table.

This is what I do when I’m anxious too 🫨

“N69—either way up.”

YES FINALLY THEYRE GONNA FCK AGAIN!!! And this is the winning number hell ya🫨🫨

Not just to the back of her head, but completely. If she was going to do this, she couldn’t afford to let herself harp on a potential negative outcome. It wouldn’t happen overnight, she’d have to work on it, but it was necessary. It would require faith on her part. The belief that everything would work out because they would make sure it did, together. That their love was enough, not because it could conquer everything, but because the strength of it would make them strong enough to handle all that came with being who they were. And she wanted it.

Love this. I know I’m gonna struggle with this whenever I decide to commit to a stupid man