Therapy Stories

Rob49 & Dess Dior Fanfiction Destiny thought divorcing Rob meant finally closing the door on a love that had already cost them both too much. With two children to raise, a growing beauty business, and a new life to build, moving forward was supposed to be the easy part. But Rob has never been easy to leave behind. As co-parenting, family, therapy, and unfinished feelings continue pulling them together. Destiny must decide whether their marriage deserves a second chance-or whether some loves are better left in the past. Meanwhile, friendships, new romances, career moves, hidden business dealings, and Jaelen Williams-the wealthy, complicated man who entered Destiny's life after Rob-begin intertwining in ways none of them expected.

Newt is gone. Or at least, that's what everyone believes.But death isn't quite the end for him. Somewhere beyond the world he knew, Newt wakes up to a place he never expected and a chance at something he thought he'd lost forever. Peace. A purpose. Maybe even love.But after everything he's been through, can Newt really allow himself to be happy? All Maze Runner characters belong to the amazing James Dashner!!! Best Rankings: 1 in cutestuff 1 in thomassangster 1 in themazerunnerfanfic 4 in newtxoc 5 in newtfanfic 7 in dead 20 in themazerunner

"I didn't do it" he says, the metal cuffs hitting the table, his eyes masked over with practiced ease. "That's what they all say" "I. Didn't. Do. It." His jaw tightens as he breaks down his words like he's talking at a toddler. Louis smiles slightly. "Ready for some questions?" Harry only nods. Louis' smirk never leaves his face. or Harry is a world known criminal. Louis is the best detective in the LAPD. When Harry gets detained for a crime he says he "didn't do," Louis works on his case, but he can't help be see behind Harry's mask. What happens if Louis suddenly feels weird stuff in his heart when he speaks to Harry? Will the criminal feel the same or freak about a detective feeling these feelings? Find out in 'prisoner' (That was really bad. Just read it it's good I promise!) {Larry Stylinson} Weekly updates!(no promises)

Some stories don't begin with love-they begin with ruin. A shattered boy who learned to survive by being pretty. A girl they all overlooked... except the one who needed her most. And the man waiting in the dark, holding the door to freedom... or something far more dangerous. This isn't a fairytale. This is a reckoning. In a place where silence was holy, he learned to flirt his way out of pain and bleed glitter to survive. But when his dove came-curious, full of softness and strength-he tasted something like hope. Freedom would always wear her face. But what happens after the break? When obsession masquerades as devotion? When pretty things turn sharp? Because he knows his love is a little too Crazy, a little too wild, too consuming. And maybe she was never meant for the kind of craving that lives in his shadow. And yet... he can't let go. Not of her. Not of the man who sees his darkest corners and doesn't flinch. Three lives. Tangled pasts. One story drenched in trauma, obsession, and a love that might just burn everything down to be born.

⚠️ WARNING: Highly relatable content ahead. ⚠️ We have all written some truly terrible poetry atleast once in our life. I have written too many of them. An Ode to Bad Poetry is a collection of awkward metaphors, forced rhymes, and chaotic late-night thoughts usually hidden deep in the notes app. It is the song you fixed with poor vocabulary, the conversation about heartbreaks and moving on you had with your friend and the existential crisis that visits you every Tuesday. It is the place where I expressed my most vulnerable thoughts instead of going to therapy and everyday delusions of a non-existent love life. Think of this book as a chaotic group chat with your best friend who isn't afraid to say the absolute wrong thing. Because honestly? Sometimes "bad" poetry is the most real art there is.

This book is a raw, reflective journey through fear, self awareness, faith, and healing. Told through quiet moments, spontaneous drives, music, and inner dialogue, it explores what it means to sit with discomfort instead of fighting it and to slowly learn self compassion. Blending personal experience with spirituality, autism, and mental health, the author reflects on how fear can shift from a burden to a guide, and how presence, honesty, and small perspective changes can lead to meaningful growth. This is not a story of perfection or instant healing, but of learning to move forward gently, imperfectly, and with faith.

"All statues move in the dark" Midoriya hopes to become a hero alone. He cannot trust anyone, not his teacher not his "friends", not his mother. He is desperate to become a hero with no one. Izuku struggles to realize that not all people are the same and that no one can get any ware alone. In this story some events occur differently than they do in the show and in this fic all of the UA staff knows about one for all. This story begins when Izuku is 4 years old and then there is a time skip. Trigger warning blood injuries accidental self-harm, abuse disassociating, talks of suicide, drunkenness, and cursing. Warnings will show up on certain chapters and will be shown on the top of the first page please if any of these may affect you in any way read something else. Enjoy.

Nothing is particularly wrong with Liz's life. She has a stable job, a comfortable apartment, and a routine that works. Every morning she wakes up, goes to work, finishes what needs to be done, and comes home to do it all again the next day. From the outside, she seems fine. But sometimes, on quiet nights, Liz finds herself staring at old photographs and wondering about a stranger she used to know. A girl who laughed too loudly. A girl who cried without shame. A girl who believed that if she loved deeply enough, life would eventually work itself out. Liz can barely recognize her anymore. Two years after a relationship that changed her in ways she still doesn't fully understand, she finds herself sitting across from a psychologist, trying to answer a question she never expected to ask: What happened to the person I used to be? What begins as an attempt to understand her emotional numbness slowly turns into something far more difficult. As old memories resurface and long-buried wounds begin to reveal themselves, Liz is forced to confront a possibility she has spent years avoiding. Maybe the thing she's grieving isn't the woman she lost. Maybe she's grieving the girl who slowly disappeared while trying to survive everything that came after. Because sometimes the greatest loss is not losing someone. Sometimes, it is losing yourself. And learning to live with the fact that you miss who you used to be.

"If I can only be perfect, I would be enough!" All her life, Vivien wanted to be a perfect princess her auntie, the Queen could be proud of. But all of those dreams shattered when her royal cousins conspired to frame her in a scandal, causing the netizens naming her as Princess Evil, and the parliament banished her into a faraway country called the Philippines. Now she was forced to attend a prestigious school for the rich and elite while disguised as a poor, stupid, and ugly transfer student. But instead of fitting in as previously planned, she attracted the interest of elite bullies called the Socialite Clevers, especially Dale, a famous traceur, skyscraper's climber and rumored gangster who is smart and cute; Cody, a popular charming senior who is not what he seems to be. Vain as she is however, Vivien won't allow anyone to look down at her. How could she deal with all of these bullies ganging up at her? Will their suspicions urge them to know her real identity? As if all this are not enough, she still had to deal with the issues of her heart when she missed Jacques, her first love and a Prince she left back home. In this hilarious tale of a vain princess turning into ugly duckling, dive into Vivien's world of royalty and celebrity, as she tries to fit herself into a society that dictates the standard of beauty, relevance and power...

Jax Faulkner built his reputation the hard way-on the ice with brutal hits, and off it with a temper no one wants to test. Fans call him reckless. Coaches call him a liability. But they don't know the truth. They don't know what it took for him to get here. Hockey is the only thing he's ever trusted-the only thing that's never let him down. Now, after years of clawing his way up, he's finally becoming the player everyone said he couldn't be. The star. The one worth betting on. And he's about to lose it all. Bad decisions. Worse instincts. And a refusal to let anyone get close enough to hurt him again are putting everything he's worked for on the line. Because for Jax, pushing people away has always been safer than letting them in. Until walking away isn't an option anymore. Now he has a choice: keep protecting himself... or risk everything for something that might break him.

Three years after losing her parents, eighteen-year-old Aster is struggling to find her place in a world that has never felt particularly kind to her. With Isla and Dawn-the twins who have known her all her life-by her side, Aster has found ways to cope. Some healthier than others. Then, during another alcohol-fuelled night out, she meets Danielle. She's charming, intriguing, and somehow makes Aster want to let someone new in. But their meeting wasn't an accident. Danielle already knows exactly who Aster is.

Annie Cresta and Finnick Odair are trying to navigate through their romantic relationship, but the Quarter Quell approaches and the two of them are thrown again into the Arena. Until Panem is free, they will never be allowed to love each other freely. Both Finnick and Annie are determined to see the Capitol burn to ashes, for the sake of the people, and for the sake of their love as well. - a rewriting of an x reader fanfic, retracing the volume two and three of the franchise -

The first rule was simple: never break the contract. The second was never ask what happens if you do." > "I thought I was signing away my freedom. I didn't realize I was signing away my future." "Who are you to decide the fate of my life? Who gives you the authority to act as a judge, jury, or executioner? "Walking away fast paced towards the front door I feel a tight tug on my arm turning me around now facing the man I sold my soul too. He spoke "when you signed the damn contract". Now, his mouth is on mine, and our tongues now colliding. Picking me up and wrapping my legs around his torso while squeezing my ass. "Harvey leading us up to his bedroom and shutting the door behind us leaving the world outside just the way it is.

For Dominika Wiśniewska, changing schools was meant to be yet another painful exercise in invisibility. Wrapped in a shell of shyness, plagued by social anxiety, and with her nose constantly buried in a book, she longs for only one thing: the kind of great, pure love found in literature-a love that can weather any storm. Her plan was simple: sit in the corner and pretend not to exist. Everything falls apart, however, when the teacher points to an empty seat next to Damian Sarnecki. I should point out right away that English is my second language, so it is very likely that there will be some errors.

Dla Dominiki Wiśniewskiej zmiana szkoły miała być kolejną bolesną próbą niewidzialności. Otulona skorupą nieśmiałości, z lękiem społecznym i nosem wiecznie zakopanym w książce, tęskni tylko za jednym: wielką, czystą miłością z kart literatury - taką, która przetrwa każdą burzę. Plan był prosty: usiąść w kącie i udawać, że nie istnieje. Wszystko się wali, gdy nauczyciel pokazuje jej puste miejsce obok Damiana Sarneckiego.

The last man on earth and without cybernetic enhancements explains to his robotic therapist why he does not escape a planet that cannot support his life, nor upgrade and adjust to adjust to the new standard.

Veronica Bennett is three months away from thirty, raising three children, building a business, going to therapy, and trying to convince herself she isn't bothered by the one thing she still doesn't have: the kind of love that stays. Dating has given her chemistry, confusion, late-night texts, almost-relationships, and men who know how to make her feel wanted without ever making her feel chosen. Veronica knows her patterns now. Therapy made sure of that. The problem is that knowing better and choosing better are two completely different things. Then she meets Malcolm Ellis, a father of two with a full life of his own. He doesn't sweep in to rescue her or promise her forever. He simply listens. Remembers. Shows up. And little by little, Veronica begins experiencing the one thing she has spent years wondering if she would ever have. Someone who sees her. But being seen means allowing someone close enough to discover all the pieces she normally keeps hidden. And Veronica may soon learn that finding real love isn't the hardest part. Believing she deserves to receive it is.

"Sir, it's not healthy of you to do that." "But it feels so good though..." "That is what an average alcoholic would say when asked to stop drinking, please respectfully get your shit together." ────୨ৎ──── Being a therapist is not for the weak minded, and sure as hell a lot more difficult when having sessions with literal world leaders. At least you're getting paid? ────୨ৎ──── Warnings⚠︎: ❥Countryhumans, yes there's mentions of OLD COUNTRIES ❥Half chatfic ❥Crackfic ❥Silly fluffy, maybe some angst but not too heavy.

This short story, follows an Austronaut, who gives humanity one final message before his long good night!

Middle school izuku snaps and tries to kill himself by jumping but is saved by afo and the league of villains so he joins them or sum while to the outside world he has been announced dead and katsuki fell into deep depression until one day the reunite in a not the best situation for katsuki. Time line is in middle school, toga, and dabi are alr in the league There might be errors cus english is not my first language and some characters may be mischaracterized Tw suicide chap 1 - "the 'end'" 1775 words chap 2 - "awakening pt 1" 2100 words (2217 including note) Im trying to make each chapter 1500 to 2500 words so i dont know how many chaoters will be there but im aiming for not more than a 100 lmao Also ima try to post a new chapter every few days/ once every week but with school starting in less than a week when im writing this i dont know if ill be able to post a 2000 word chapter every week but well see how my school schedule will look like Another thing is that im writing this on two diff devices so some sentences will look a bit different but i dont think yall will notice... COVER ART IS MINE!!!