#original story masterlist

[telltalerites]

Original Story Masterlist

This is a comprehensive, ever-updating list of my current WIPs! Every WIP that has a solid enough concept/outline, that I could theoretically start writing immediately, goes here. WIPs that have only vague ideas will instead be found at my Casual Story Masterlist. These are organized by their priority levels as of the making of the post, but may not remain that way as I add new stories + shift my content priorities around! The highest priority WIP will remain above the cut, but the rest will always be beneath it!

If you're looking for the short stories that I have already written about the stories/characters listed here, you should try my [Short Story Masterlist link goes here].

The Divinations Trilogy (Book 1: Entrails of the Animals)

Kirsen is a young elf who doesn't really know how to function if she doesn't have a job- a purpose, to keep her busy. When she stumbles upon the Ironwatch, and an ages-old prophecy about ending the world with a magic as rare as it is powerful, it really does seem like she's found just that. But life in Usoara will never be quite so simple and there are life-shattering revelations just waiting to claw their way to freedom. If Kirsen isn't careful, attempting to save the world as she knows it may end up costing more than she is capable of giving.

POV: Kirsen, Lucida(Book 1)/ Jashe, Nova(Book 2)/ Isaac, Demi(Book 3)

Type: Trilogy

Character List: [Full list + bios on toyhouse]

Genre: High Fantasy

Blog Tag: “os: entrails of the animals"

Playlist: Entrails of the Animals Vibes

Shared Stories: Bound

Intended Medium: Written Novels

Priority Lvl: HIGHEST

Sideshow

All Fiona has ever wanted to do is blend into humanity as seamlessly as possible. There are hundreds of ways to learn about the many other humanoid species in their world- but humans were the first. They were the only ones, once upon a time, and no one has ever bothered to write something explaining the culture and ways of them. So, it looks like Fiona's going to have to do that one herself, if she wants to figure out just what it means to be human. A.K.A. The four most traumatized young adults you've ever seen end up teaching each other how to actually acknowledge their mental health and take care of themselves- with a few hang-ups along the way.

POV: Fiona (Main), Bronwyn, Sian, Danae (Arc Dependent)

Type: Standalone

Character List:  [Full list + bios on toyhouse]

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Romance

Blog Tag: “os: sideshow”

Playlist: Sideshow Vibes

Shared Stories: None Currently

Intended Medium: Visual Novel Game

Priority Lvl: HIGH

(NOTE: This is a collaboration between me and my girlfriend. I’ve written the script and am doing the coding of it currently, while she does the art! Softgoal for a playable demo is 2024)

Tales of the Lady Red

The Tyrant Queen's children flee the castle in the night, taking to a ship with the goal of making it as far away as possible. A notorious pirate ship, the Red Lady, interferes with that plan. Its Captain is someone with a hunger for the promise of infamy and the way to reach it presented to her on a silver platter; ransom the Queen's children back to her and disappear before the other shoe drops. The siblings were finally free of their mother's abuse...but are they prepared for the harsh life that awaits outside the castle walls?

POV: Cassandra, Angeles

Type: Duology

Character List:  [Full list + bios on toyhouse]

Genre: Coming-of-age, Low Fantasy

Blog Tag: “os: the lady red”

Playlist: Tales of the Lady Red Vibes

Shared Stories: [Redacted for spoiler reasons :)]

Intended Medium: Written Novels

Priority Lvl: MEDIUM

Cardinal Values

Plagued with horrible visions of their death every time they try to fall asleep, Jonas has set out on a quest to figure out who cursed them this way and how to fix it. Apparently, though, they aren't the only one getting cursed lately...and none of them can seem to remember who did it. Something around them isn't quite right- an invisible string that binds them together, a snare they must escape before it traps them for good.

POV: Jonas

Type: Standalone

Character List:  [Full list + bios on toyhouse]

Genre: Low Fantasy, Thriller/Comedy

Blog Tag: “os: cardinal values”

Playlist: Cardinal Values Vibes

Shared Stories: None Currently

Intended Medium: Ideally RPG game or Webcomic

Priority Lvl: MED-HIGH

(NOTE: I cannot for the life of me find a placeholder title I like, so the name + blog tag for this story might change soon and/or repeatedly)

They Sing of Fireflies

Firefly ran away from home to become a bounty hunter- what they didn't expect to discover was a deadly conspiracy to wipe out lycanthropy and vampirism, no matter how many innocent lives it takes to do so. Which is a bit much for a fifteen-year-old looking for their first taste of danger. But trying to put your past behind you has a funny way of backfiring sometimes and ignoring your future does not prevent it from bleeding out at your feet. When you keep ignoring it, even as the red trails behind you with every step, it's easy to pretend you will outrun the consequences...but your ancestors will sing of your avoidable mistakes.

POV: Firefly

Type: Duology

Character List:  [Full list + bios on toyhouse]

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Hopepunk

Blog Tag: “os: fireflies”

Playlist: They Sing of Fireflies Vibes

Shared Stories: Little Fang, The Nameless

Intended Medium: Written Novels or Graphic Novels

Priority Lvl: MEDIUM

Momentum

Something breaks the sound barrier, something tears through the walls of the universe, Ruska and Reece feel the vibrations of it despite their deafness. It makes their ears bleed...it makes adventure kick in their hearts- and they realize far too late that it has taken their parents. When it doesn't return, the twins set out to find the truth by themselves, if that's what it's going to take. But the thing about adventure is this; it bleeds into tribulation, which bleeds into obsession, which bleeds into martyrdom. And, as it turns out, when you saturate your every step with the blood of what you deemed worthy sacrifices...it is only a matter of time before the carnivores come sniffing out the trail that promises magic and power- for those hungry enough to bite the hand that feeds.

POV: Ruska, Reece

Type: Series

Character List:  [Full list + bios on toyhouse]

Genre: Low Fantasy, Hopepunk

Blog Tag: “os: momentum”

Playlist: Momentum Vibes

Shared Stories: Velocity

Intended Medium: Graphic Novel, RPG game or Written Novel

Priority Lvl: MEDIUM

Velocity

Russell grew up on stories of their parent and their auncle setting out on an epic quest as teenagers. This on its own wouldn't be a problem- they have plenty of adults around to keep them out of trouble. But when you have access to a holy being that can travel through dimensions? Well, it doesn’t take him very long to come up with an amazing adventure of his own; to finish what his family started.

POV: Russell(Main), Josephine(Undecided)

Type: Series

Character List:  [Full list + bios on toyhouse]

Genre: High Fantasy/Sci-fi Fantasy mix

Blog Tag: “os: velocity”

Playlist: Velocity Vibes

Shared Stories: Momentum

Intended Medium: Graphic Novel, RPG game or Written Novel

Priority Lvl: LOW-MED

Little Fang

The smoke billows into the sky, sickly and light against the night sky. The candlelight flashes across every groove of the blade, meant more to tear than it is to slice. The good dog does as he is told, but it aches and it aches and it aches and- do you hear how the animal cries into the night? Does it stop you in your tracks, despite how it sings in your veins? How long does it take you to realize that YOU are the monster under the bed?

Mikala loves his daughter more than anything in the world…but is that enough to keep her safe from the monsters that lurk in his past?

POV: Mikala

Type: Standalone

Character List:  [Full list + bios on toyhouse]

Genre: Gothic Fantasy, Low Fantasy

Blog Tag: “os: little fang”

Playlist: Little Fang Vibes

Shared Stories: They Sing Of Fireflies

Intended Medium: Written Novel

Priority Lvl: MEDIUM

Bound

The Blood Country wanted their perfect, mindless assassin back. They thought that luring her away from the makeshift family she had made in their absence and taking them out of the equation would leave her with no options other than to return to them. What they created, instead, was a monster who knows intimately just how to become their undoing. Ciileyn set out for a life where she need not ever raise a blade again...but sometimes you have to finish the war that someone else started.

How far would you go to avenge your family?

POV: Ciileyn

Type: Standalone

Character List:  [Full list + bios on toyhouse]

Genre: Grimdark, High Fantasy

Blog Tag: “os: bound”

Playlist: Bound Vibes

Shared Stories: EOTA

Intended Medium: Written Novel

Priority Lvl: LOW-MED

Handle With Care (Fragile)

These things come in threes; the life, the death and the in-between. The world is ending- and nobody has a clue. The people who do are keeping secrets from one another that could destroy all of their best efforts to stop it, but they've never been taught any different. All three of them are blissfully unaware that they're about one more preventable tragedy away from wigging out completely. Is it too late to forgive yourself and others for the things that you will never have the luxury of forgetting?

POV: Liona, Tanith, Marcilla (Dependent)

Type: Standalone

Character List:  [Full list + bios on toyhouse]

Genre: Idek man…Urban Fantasy?

Blog Tag: “os: handle with care”

Playlist: Handle With Care Vibes

Shared Stories: None Currently

Intended Medium: Visual Novel game(Ideally), Written Novel(Realistically)

Priority Lvl: LOW-MED

Nothing Stays Nameless

Corinne moved to the town of Hobbysfell with her parents for college, but things quickly take a turn for the...weird. Something sinister has taken hold of the town- and when Cori's parents start behaving like autopilot NPC versions of themselves, she realizes that isn't as simple as "isolated rural town strangeness". If she ever wants to get her family back, she's going to have to find the handful of other residents that seem to be unaffected and get to the bottom of things...before there are no more brainwashed-civilians left to save.

POV: Corinne

Type: Standalone

Character List:  [Full list + bios on toyhouse]

Genre: Supernatural Thriller, Urban Fantasy

Blog Tag: “os: nothing stays nameless”

Playlist: The Nameless Vibes

Shared Stories: They Sing Of Fireflies

Intended Medium: Written Novel

Priority Lvl: LOW

The Lotus Project (Placeholder?)

Is Chrysaor a prophet? A medium? A reincarnated elder God? Boy, would they sure like to know!

Is it too late to make up for the sins committed in lives that weren't yours? Is there a way to escape the enroaching jaws of fate when you've never seen anything else? Can you reconcile with the tragedies you couldn't outrun while they look you in the face? Will you ever be anything more than the pawn in someone else's fucked up game? The answer will never matter; the weapon is the wheel is the world.

POV: Chrysaor

Type: Standalone

Character List:  [Full list + bios on toyhouse]

Genre: Thriller/Comedy, High Fantasy, Mythpunk

Blog Tag: “os: the lotus project”

Playlist: The Lotus Project Vibes

Shared Stories: EOTA(Loosely)

Intended Medium: Who knows, man

Priority Lvl: LOW

Like A Stray Dog

Harmonia awakens in a clinic bed without a shred of memory- even the name "Harmonia" is something she came up with just so she'd have something to hold onto. The single instance she remembers is from the moment before this blackout: a scar-faced woman standing over her with a bloodied weapon. With her life effectively stolen from her(in more ways than one, considering she clung to life in a dazed stupor for two weeks before recovering enough to move at all), Harmonia sets out to find this woman- the person she knows in her heart to be responsible for all of this. She's going to get her answers, her LIFE back…even if she has to forcibly tear it from this woman once she finds her.

POV: Harmonia and/or Renee

Type: Standalone

Character List:  [Full list + character bios on TH]

Genre:  Low Fantasy

Blog Tag: “os: like a stray dog”

Playlist: Like A Stray Dog vibes

Shared Stories: Possibly TOTLR

Intended Medium: Written Novel

Priority Lvl: MEDIUM

Temporal Remedy

After awakening on a space station with no memories aside from her name, Remedy must make what she can out of this new life she has. Unfortunately, she doesn't feel like she was ever the type to sit back and let life sort itself out. When Remedy gets ahold of one of the station's infamous time-travel devices and uses it in a panic, to avoid being caught red-handed, it deposits her in what seems to be several decades earlier.

Which, coincidentally, happens to be the two week period where dozens of crewmembers began disappearing from the station without a trace...and nobody ever figured out what truly happened. So really, when presented with two exciting and enticing mysteries to discover, what did you expect the super nosy, headstrong idiot to do? NOT try and investigate them both at the same time?

POV: Remedy

Type: Standalone

Character List:  [Full list + bios on toyhouse]

Genre: Sci-fi, maybe Gothic Sci-fi?, Murder Mystery

Blog Tag: “os: temporal remedy”

Playlist: Temporal Remedy Vibes

Shared Stories: None Intended

Intended Medium: Written Novel

Priority Lvl: LOWEST

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[kelcemenow]

Touchdown Travis Kelce x Reader

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Endzone

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Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Playing With Fire Travis Kelce x Reader x Joe Burrow (request)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Win Or Lose Travis Kelce x Reader (request)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Your Voice Travis Kelce x Reader (request)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

As The Snow Falls Travis Kelce x Reader 

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

Drive Me Crazy Travis Kelce x Reader (request)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9

Return To Sender Travis Kelce x Reader (ongoing)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

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Anything Travis Kelce x Reader (request)

Personal Foul Travis Kelce x Reader (request)

Let’s Stay Together Travis Kelce x Reader (request)

Hey Daddy Travis Kelce x Reader (request)

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[damiansgoodgirll]

rhea ripley masterlist

love and thunder

it’s just me and you

hi barbie, hi ken

protector

you said you loved me

love you better

safe place

i care

he’s not worth your tears

new experiences

just tonight

5 minutes

too dramatic

a simple inconvenience

heartbeat

[starry-eyes-love]

Too Young to Die- Part 1

Masterlist

Part 1 of 3 part Mini Series

Pairing |  Massage Therapist Joel Miller x F!Reader with Autoimmune disease, no outbreak, AU (I changed up his timeline a bit).

Summary | You were referred to Dr. Joel Miller, a massage specialist, to help manage your joint and muscle pain with autoimmune disease.  What you didn’t know was that Joel was an insanely attractive man, and that you’d be coming undone underneath him before your first appointment was even over with. 

Series Warnings | 18+, Minors DNI, Smut!

Age gap (he’s 47, she’s 29), language, Smut (with a capital S, watch out!!), daddy reference, f!(fingering), squirting, female reader has autoimmune disease, Joel is a massage therapist, slight reference of medical stuff, reader verbalizes anxiety with treatment, fluffy Joel, soft Joel, sexy Joel, terms of endearment, Joel asks her out on a date at the end.

A/N:  This one is completely self-indulgent and has been sitting in my draft folder since before Christmas. I have autoimmune disease, and treatment hasn’t worked much for me in many areas, so I know some of the troubles and struggles that the reader here has. Not everyone who has autoimmune disease may experience these symptoms, concerns, or struggles. This will be only a three part mini series. Very smutty with story building throughout. Enjoy! 

Word Count:   9.1K (we’re establishing a story here)

Fuck you were wrecked, seconds away from crashing through, or into, a brick wall with an orgasm, you thought.  This felt different though, so much different than what you’ve ever experienced before. “Joel, fuck, pressure, it’s a lot of pressure and I’m, fuck, I’m, I’m-” “Come f’me sweetheart. Come on baby, fucking soak my fingers.”

Joel Miller sat in his office of his massage studio, looking over the referral paperwork that Dr. Samson, an autoimmune specialist, had sent him. A female patient was being referred to him for treatment of musculoskeletal pain and tenderness.

“Patient has reoccurring musculoskeletal tremors of unknown origin that come and go. Bilateral joint swelling seen in all extremities with positive inflammation noted in laboratory test results and X-rays. Arthritis and arthralgia positive in all joints. According to the patient, anti-inflammatory and arthritis medication only works slightly for pain. Recommended gentle massage therapy to see if joint lubrication and increased joint mobility is plausible, and if pain and muscle tremors will cease. Immediate referral requested.”

When Joel glanced at the bottom of the form a week ago, he had seen that the referral had come in three weeks prior. Now today, four weeks after the initial referral, he was finally able to see you for the first time.  When he had inquired with his secretary as to why it took so long before he saw you, she had said that there was a problem with your private healthcare insurance. Delaying treatment was never something that Joel Miller prided himself on. In fact, he was usually the opposite with trying to get his patients in for their first appointment within a week following their referral. Joel, having been a contractor in his previous life before becoming a massage therapist, knew the difficulties with treating joint and muscle pain. The goal was to never delay treatment as it would lead to widespread body inflammation. And once inflammation fully set into muscles and joints, it was harder for someone to find relief of their discomfort. 

You were Joel’s next scheduled patient to arrive in 20 minutes. As he waited for your arrival, he went back over your X-rays, lab test results, and dictation notes from your autoimmune specialist.  He had already reviewed it previously, but now he was refreshing himself on your in-depth history as he took some last minute notes of things that he wanted to ask you for this particular session. He had booked your first appointment with him to be about 2 hours, instead of the usual hour.  Joel always conducted very detailed exams with his patients. He was also very knowledgeable in understanding autoimmune patients, especially knowing that each person was unique. He wanted to tailor a program that was going to help you specifically.

Joel Miller wasn’t just your average run of the mill massage therapist, he had a specialty license in massage. He specialized in patients with pain, joint stiffness and swelling, inflammation, autoimmune disease, injuries, etc. People usually only came to him by doctor referral, which usually meant two things. First, he prided himself on taking his time to get to know his patients and how he could help ease their suffering and pain. And second, he typically charged more money for his services.  Most massage therapists would charge people a fee based on how long they performed their massage, Joel charged by the session.  The maximum time he would give a client with his hands was 1 hour, but he’d pencil in 1.5 hours of time with them just in case they felt pain.  Sometimes he’d have to stop and let patients breathe and relax for a minute before he started massaging their muscles again. Joel had a lot of training and education in the technique that was required, and many patients walked away from him stating that they felt a lot better.  By glancing at your history he didn’t think that you’d be a one time only patient.  He thinks that you would benefit from regular massages with him to help treat your inflammation and pain.

“Mr. Miller, your 10 AM appointment is here,” his secretary, Ashley, said.

“Thanks Ashley, I’ll be out in a minute. Please take her back to Room 5, and I’ll be along in a minute.” He replied, still studying the notes from your doctor and making notes for himself of the things that he wanted to focus on with you for your first appointment. 

When you had arrived at the address for your first massage, you felt a sickly feeling in your stomach.  Your doctor had reassured you that Mr. Miller would be the person to help you feel better. But just like all the other promises that your primary care provider gave you, and how none of them worked the way that you hoped, you were very skeptical at this new treatment option. Nothing helped you feel better, and you were beyond frustrated. It took you a bit to convince yourself this morning to come here, telling yourself that Dr. Miller was an expert at this, and that you should give him a try. What could hurt, you thought. Worst case scenario, it didn't do anything, which sadly was the norm for you these days. 

For the last several years, your body had been poked and prodded more times than you would care to admit. Each time there was a promise of a better understanding or discovery of why this was all happening. But with each test, came more conflicting and confusing results, and you were exhausted from it all. You have been giving more blood for the sake of medical testing than what you’d think was truly normal. As ridiculous as it sounded, you felt that if Dracula was actually a real being, that he would be impressed with the amount of blood that you've donated for the sake of medical science.

With shaky hands, you got out of your car, locked it, and then entered the facility. When you entered you noticed that the space was calm. There was pale muted colors that covered the walls, colors that often helped people relax. But it did nothing for your nerves. You were shaking and not wanting to do any of this anymore. You felt like you had a huge lump in your throat, and that you couldn't fully swallow. Of all the things that you had to be afraid of in this world, you were the most afraid of medical treatment. Yet, that was the one thing that you were blessed with in having to always do. ‘Thanks body for betraying me with autoimmune,’ you thought.

As you walked up to the registration window, you found the secretary typing away on her keyboard while looking at her computer screen. You tried to settle your nerves before opening your mouth, but you felt like you were drowning in a pool of despair. Anxiety was getting the better of you again, and you felt like you wanted to run away and hide from everything. But where could you go when autoimmune always seemed to follow you, especially with the pain that came along with it.

“Um, excuse me,” you said meekly, after standing at the window for a brief moment. 

The secretary continued to type away, not looking at you nor acknowledging your presence. You went to clear your voice again when she abruptly stopped and said, “what can I do for you hun?”

“I- uh, I have an appointment, with um, with Dr. Miller I think,” you said softly.

“Oh, hun it's just Mr. Miller, or Joel for short. He doesn't like being called Doctor. He always says he has a doctorate degree in massage, not in medicine. Yet they're kinda the same thing if you ask me.” The secretary said, shaking her head with a slight laugh. You stood there in silence, looking at her as she continued to ramble on. You were trying to listen to what she was saying, but all you could feel was your heart racing in your chest at the prospect of once again meeting a new person with the promise of helping you.

After listening to the woman who you thought was named Ashley ramble on for 15 minutes, as that was the name that you noticed on her name tag, you were finally sitting down in the general waiting area. You were slowly trying to calm down and relax while staring outside and watching the birds hunt for bugs in the grass. You didn't know how long you were waiting there, just staring outside, before you heard Ashley call your name again to take you back to Room 5.  You didn’t know what to expect when you entered the room, but what you saw shocked you.

The room was softly lit, with soft music playing in the background, music that you liked. You also heard running waterfalls, sounds that came from the little fountains scattered all around the room. There was also a hint of cinnamon and slight vanilla aroma in the air, your favorite scents that would usually calm you. You tried racking your brain as to how, by chance, these scents and sounds were present when Ashley said, “it was on your intake survey. Your favorite classical music, scents, and sounds. Joel's very thorough, focusing on relaxation as much as muscle and joint relief.”

You stood there shocked. You thought those questions were just asked of people to try to ease the tension of how you were going to let a stranger put their hands on you. You had no idea that your answers would actually be taken seriously. Usually doctors, when they’ve asked those questions, never really did anything with the answers. Well, Dr. Miller was definitely different. It was at this moment that you were grateful that someone actually listened to you. You just hoped that he would continue with the same dedication while speaking with you, and not ignore what you said like everyone else seemed to do. You were frustrated with the medical field.  You’d tell them something hurt, or something was happening and they only looked at your lab tests and X-rays and made decisions based on that, never actually listening to what you were truly telling them.  You had only been in the room for maybe 5 minutes when you heard a gentle knock on the door, and the entrance of who you only could have suggested was Dr. Miller.

“Good day, I'm Dr. Miller but you can call me Joel.” He said while holding out his hand for you to shake. You shook his hand, and as you did, you felt how rough his hands were. They were calloused and strong, very sturdy hands. Not something that you'd expect to see from a massage therapist. This intrigued you, as you've always loved a man with rough hands. 

After you introduced yourself, Joel walked over to the small desk in the room and sat down on the rolling stool. A typical doctor stool that you’ve seen countless times in exam rooms. He grabbed a piece of paper and then sat there for a moment writing a few notes, things that you thought were probably dealing with your medical file. After a moment he finally looked up at you and then asked with a slight Southern drawl, “How are y’feeling today?”

“I- I’m ok” you said meekly as you slowly looked over Joel. Joel was a gorgeous man, clearly in his later 40s with chocolate brown curly hair. He had a mustache and a slight beard by his jaw, one that had a slight sprinkling of gray in it. He also had glasses on his face with gentle eyes behind the glasses, ones that you could easily get lost in.  He was wearing a simple white t-shirt, framing his broad shoulders perfectly. He had a slight tan on his arms, and hands that once again you couldn't wait to touch you. By looking at him, you didn’t think that massage was the only thing that Joel has done in his life. Something told you that he had spent many years doing hard work with his hands. As you continued your exploration, you then noticed that he was wearing a nice pair of black pants that hugged his hips perfectly. As you continued, you saw that Dr. Miller was definitely someone who was a decent sized man in the bedroom, seeing the soft bulge in his pants as he sat down with his legs slightly spread on the stool by the desk.  You couldn’t help yourself but you stared at his package, wondering what it’d look like outside of the confines of his pants, and what it would feel like fully aroused inside of you. The longer you stared, the more you felt heat rise up the back of your neck. When you noticed the awkward moment of him looking at you, clearly having asked you a question that you didn't hear, you shook your head slightly, looking down fully at the floor while saying “sorry” out loud.

“It's ok darlin',” he said, giving you a small little smirk at the fact that he caught you checking him out.  You were hoping that he didn’t see what you were checking out the longest though.  You didn’t want to explain to your massage therapist that you were fantasizing about his package, and what types of moans or grunts he’d make while fucking your brains out. 

Joel continued to talk to you, explaining why you were here, and how his services could help you.  You were only half listening to him, embarrassed about how you had behaved previously. Joel was devilishly handsome, the type of guy that you were into. You were, however, internally scolding yourself at the importance of having proper social etiquette, and not eye fucking your massage therapist, which is what you were doing every time you looked at him.

As Joel continued to talk with you, he slowly moved around the room, grabbing different things off from the shelves. He instantly noticed your meek and shy attitude, even though he had caught you checking him out earlier. He had to admit, you were very cute, but Joel was a professional. He couldn’t allow himself the joys of thinking about you in a different sort of way.  Nevermind, that if he wasn’t your massage therapist, he would definitely want to explore those other possibilities with you. What he did notice though was how you turned inward at the mentions of pain, autoimmune disease, and how your doctor said you didn’t have much abilities to do activities that your peers could do.  You were 29, and he knew what the world did to 29 year olds who didn’t, or couldn’t, do the same things that their peers could. The world would ignore you. Joel, himself, remembered those days when he was 29 and worked construction when Sarah and Ellie, his daughters, were younger. All his friends went out partying after work, when he went home and raised a 10 year old and a 2 year old all on his own, Sarah and Ellie’s mom were already out of the picture. Joel was lost in his own head, remembering those earlier days, when all of a sudden he heard you speak up in an irritated tone.

“Mr. Miller, no disrespect, but I don’t think you understand what it’s like to not be able to do things that most 29 year olds can do.” You didn’t think he understood. So once again you found yourself trying to explain to a medical professional how much autoimmune has negatively impacted your life at such a young age, and how agitated you were at the fact that no one seemed to help you or listen to you. Joel, being the attentive man that he was, sat across from you on the stool and listened to every word that you had said.

Once you were finished, Joel took a deep inhale, then followed by a long exhale and then said “I am so sorry that people haven’t listened to you, or have taken you seriously about your concerns with your body. You’re right, I don’t know what it's like f’ya as I’m not you. But, I do know what it’s like to not be able to do everything a 29 year old can do. I may not have autoimmune, but I had different responsibilities that didn’t allow me the joys of doing everything that I wanted, including the joys of being with a beautiful woman like yourself at that age. That’s why I want to help you.” 

As soon as Joel called you beautiful, he saw your reaction. You started to blush on your cheeks from the compliment. You felt flattered by the older man that was in front of you. Meanwhile, Joel internally scolded himself at how his statement wasn't proper patient-doctor etiquette. Joel had vowed to himself that he wouldn't cross that line again, especially with you, no matter how drop dead gorgeous he thought you were.

Joel began to run a few tests with you, checking your reflexes and testing your mobility. You didn’t say anything else to him after his statement. You felt embarrassed by your actions and assumptions that he didn't care or understand, when you could clearly see that he did. The longer you looked at him, the more you could see that he was someone who truly did care about helping others. You silently wondered if his treatment would actually help.

“Dr. Miller?” you asked, wanting to scratch the itch of your curiosity in understanding the treatment that he was suggesting.

“Joel” he said as he pushed on your shoulder blades. When you winced he said “are you tender here?” as he pushed on the same spot again, but this time with a little less force.

“Yeah. I’m tender there, and everywhere,” you said with a hiss as he moved his hand down to your biceps.  “It’s tender inside every joint, and sometimes muscles. Winter’s in Minnesota aren’t too nice for people like me,” you said, head hanging low as a tear slipped down your cheeks.  

You felt Joel stop testing your joints and muscles, hands still on your arms when he placed his finger gently under your chin, slightly tilting your head up so you could look him in the eyes. After a moment he said, “Well, we’ll try to rectify that now won’t we. Massage is more than just relaxin’, it helps a lot of people in ways that can-”

“Can it cure me?” you said, interrupting him, with wide eyes. “Cause if it can cure me, I’ll do anything. But don’t tell me that it’ll work miracles. Don't get my hopes up and then have it fail. I-I can’t take it anymore with all of the disappointment” you said, closing your eyes to take a steadying breath as tears gathered at your waterline.  It has been a very long and exhausting road these past three years with your autoimmune journey. You found out early on that your body couldn’t tolerate medication, and nothing else seemed to work. 

“I can’t promise that it’ll do miracles by curin’ ya, but I can promise that I’ll try my best to make you feel better. How’s that?” Joel said with a tender voice, trying to soothe your emotional discomfort of years of failed treatments. Joel remembered reading the last line of your referral by Dr. Samson which had stated;

“No treatments have been successful. Patient has voiced wanting to stop trying autoimmune treatments, stating that she didn’t feel like it was working. Patient was informed that if she decided to fully stop taking immunosuppressant medications, that the end result would be major organ damage that could lead to death. Patient agreed to try one more treatment for pain, stating that if the treatment didn’t work, then she’d stop autoimmune treatments altogether and ‘let whatever happens, happen’.” 

‘Fuck,’ Joel had thought when he first read that last line in your medical file. Someone giving up, especially at such a young age, didn't sit well with him. Being 29, your entire world was still in front of you.  You had a lot more years and possibilities of life in front of you. Giving up wasn't something that Joel did, and the fact that you had voiced wanting to stop treatments to your doctor bothered him immensely. Truly, it wasn't necessarily the fact that you had wanted to stop treatments that upset him. It was your willingness to allow death to potentially consume you that truly got to him. You were too young to die.

20 minutes later, you were lying on your stomach with a sheet covering your lower half. You were completely naked, scolding yourself internally that you didn’t wear underware today with your pants. Joel was slowly massaging your back, trying to work out the knots that he felt in your muscles.  As his hands continued to work out the knots and tension, you felt an overwhelming sense of relief. His touch was not only skilled, but carried a reassurance that echoed through your body. You felt safe with him, safe in a way that you haven’t for a long time.  You felt like if you were near him, that he’d take all the bad in the world away for you. And if you were being honest, this comfort was something that you haven't felt in a very long time from anyone.

"You're doing great, darlin’," Joel whispered, sensing your vulnerability and turmoil you had been feeling. Joel could tell that you were working through something major in your head, just like most of his patients did. Most of the time he focused on trying to distract people from their internal thoughts, giving them a break when they were here.  But there was something about the silence between the two of you right now that he felt like you desperately needed.  Every time he’d open his mouth to ask you a question, he’d feel you tense up, and that was the last thing he wanted you to do.  So he slowly worked your sore muscles and joints, giving them the tenderness and affection that they needed, while allowing you to stay seated in silence. 

Throughout the session, Joel maintained an empathetic connection with you. He explained each technique when he’d switch it up, providing you with the most gentle sense of comfort. He’d tell you what he was going to do, if he moved down your body or up, giving you moments to breathe when he felt like it was too much. But most of all, he gave you that warmth and unawkward silence that you craved. He wanted you to just live and feel, to just be in the moment with him.

As Joel's tender touch continued, you felt a warmth spread throughout your body, slightly dissipating the pain that had lingered there for so long. His words became a comforting melody, echoing a promise to you of relief. “You’re doing so good f’me, gentle breaths in and out, there y’go.” He said, encouraging you to stay centered and remain in the moment. That was the key in pain relief, staying grounded and living within the moment. When we just allow our body to feel, and not force anything, we can find peace and calmness. These feelings of peace and calmness are what leads us to having pain relief.

As Joel moved down to your lower back, you let out a hiss in pain, followed by an “ouch that hurts.” 

“What hurts darlin’?” Joel said, slowing his deep strokes on your lower back, right above your tailbone area.  He doesn’t remember reading in your file that you had lower back pain, so this was something new that caught him a little off guard.

“Right there, low” you said, hissing again as he pressed his finger into the lower part of your back, on your left side, by your hip.

After you hissed a second time, Joel immediately stopped and walked around to the other side of the massage table. He gently pressed on your lower back and hip joint on the other side, saying, “how ‘bout over here, does this hurt?”

“No, not as bad,” you said. “It's my left side, god that hurts.” You said, as he reached over and lightly pressed on your left side once again.

“Ok, let’s try somethin’,'' Joel said, moving completely over to your left side now.  “I’m gonna hold up the blanket, where you still are covered, and I want you to flip completely on your back, okay?  I wanna see if your pain continues in a different position.”

You nodded your head and then gently felt the blankets pull off from you. Joel was completely looking away from you, giving you privacy as you turned to lay on your back instead of your stomach.  When you finally settled, you told him that you were ready. He then informed you that he was only going to uncover your left leg, to the mid thigh region.  As he did, he explained how he was going to test your leg's range of motion to see if it was your hip joint that had caused you pain. 

With only doing simple joint motions with your leg, Joel noticed that nothing was painful.  When he bent your knee, pointing your knee outwards towards the left, followed by gently lifting your leg higher, to open up your pelvis more, he didn’t see any outward signs of pain from you. 

“If I do this, does it hurt?” He said, placing a little weight on your leg.

As soon as your knee got about level with your pelvis you hissed again. Joel tried pushing down on your pelvic joint to determine where it hurt, but all you did was whimper.  The pain wasn’t coming from your joint, it was coming from someplace else deep inside of you.  When he returned your leg back down he said “I’m sorry darlin’, I can’t determine where your pain is coming from. Have you had it-”

“Just forget about it” you said, turning your head to the opposite side, closing your eyes as you felt the tears start to stream down your face.

“Hey, none of that, '' Joel said, gently turning your chin towards him so he could see your face in its entirety. “If somethin’ is hurting ya, I wanna hear about it. Help me out, where does it hurt?” When you didn’t respond right away he said, “does it hurt here” as he gently pressed on your hip bone. He watched you shake your head no.  “How about here?” He asked, moving slightly inward, towards the inside of your pelvic bone.

With a shaky breath you said, “no, but it hurts straight down, but lower and inward more.”

“Here” he said, moving down about halfway where your hip joint was, towards the inside of your pelvis.  You let out another shaky breath, closing your eyes as tears fell more from your cheeks, shaking your head no to him.  

It took Joel a second to figure it out. But when he did, he finally understood why you were crying. You were embarrassed about what was happening inside of your body. When he moved his hand down towards the lower left side quadrant of your abdomen, and gently pushed where your ovaries were, he asked, “does it hurt here darlin’?”  As soon as he applied a little bit of pressure to your left ovary area, you let out a stuttered breath, nodding your head up and down.

Joel flattened his hand on your tummy, where the sensation was, knowing what the culprit was. You were probably mid cycle and ovulating with an ovarian cyst. He didn’t remember you being pregnant, but he wanted to make sure that it wasn't an ectopic pregnancy before he ruled it as an ovarian problem.

“If I press over here, does it hurt?” Joel said, pressing on the other side in the lower abdomen. You had your eyes closed, tears lightly falling, shaking your head no.

“Ok, ok, darlin’. I know, I know. Deep breaths for me though, ok?” he said, as he watched tears stream down your face. He gave you a moment to collect yourself, before he asked his next question. 

“Is there any chance you could be pregnant?” He said, slowly stroking your tummy where a baby would be laying. He knew he shouldn’t, but somehow imagining you having a swollen tummy where a baby would lay was giving him fantasies that he didn’t even know existed. 

You let out a sarcastic laugh, saying, “no, it’s not that.”

Puzzled, Joel looked at you and said, “y’know, if an ectopic pregnancy happened, y’still could have a normal period. If there’s any chance that you could be pregnant, like having unprotected sex, or even if the condom broke, you probably should-”

“Joel, I haven’t had sex in 3 years,” you said, barely above a whisper. When you noticed the shocked look on his face you turned your head away from him adding, “guys really don’t want to have sex with a woman like me.”

“What’d y’mean, a woman like you?” He said, furrowing his brows at your odd phrasing. 

“A woman who’s sick with autoimmune, Joel.” You said, closing your eyes and trying to pull back the tears that were threatening to fall again. You didn't want to have this conversation, and you sure as hell didn't want to admit how the act of even having orgasms were difficult for you. There were just some autoimmune embarrassments that you wanted to keep to yourself, no matter how much it shattered your soul inside. You didn't feel like a beautiful, young, sexy, attractive woman that you knew all the other single 29 year old ladies felt. You felt like you couldn’t offer anything to the male race that wasn't medical tests, sickness, and heartache combined.

Immediately Joel felt irritation and anger at your careless comment of how men wouldn't find you attractive or want to be with you. Without dwelling on it, Joel did the one thing that he knew he shouldn't, he opened his mouth to speak more on the issue. He hoped he could get you to understand that not all men were like this, that he sure as hell wasn't like this.

“Darlin’, boys, not real men, are like that. A real man wouldn’t allow sickness to stop him from wantin’ a beautiful woman like yourself. A real man would enjoy making you feel good.  Real men, honey, not boys.” 

Once he said it, Joel knew that he shouldn’t have opened his mouth, especially with the look that you were giving him. You looked back at him, shocked, and taken aback by his forward statement. But he couldn’t just stand there and listen to you accuse men, like him, of not caring. He would do anything to be with a beautiful woman like yourself, whether or not you were sick with a permanent illness.

After your head caught up with Joel's statement on men, you just shook your head. You then gave him a genuine, honest to god, belly laugh. “Yeah, well, Mr. Miller, show me where a real man is who wouldn’t care about all of that.  Tell me who he is, because honestly, I haven’t found one single guy out there who’d be willing to have a real relationship with me because of this illness. And for the record, I can’t even get a guy to fuck me with no strings attached either. Not that I’d want that, cause I don’t do the casual sex thing, but still, you get it.” You said, snapping right back at him. 

It was Joel's turn this time to look shocked. He thought to himself, why the hell has no one treated you right? He could see that you were exhausted with your own body and with your own life. He could tell that you were exhausted at the reminder of what you didn't have, of what your autoimmune disease had taken from you. He wondered if you ever truly tried, or if you just gave up right away. The longer he looked at you, the more he realized that you had tried, but obviously you weren't successful.

As you sat there partially propped up onto your forearms, you felt the tears well up into your eyes once again as you watched Joel look at you. You were embarrassed at what you had said. At admitting how easy it was for everyone else in the world to have relationships, everyone except you. Hell your own family even disowned you after your diagnosis stating that it was “too hard for them to handle.” So you've been doing this on your own, all alone, for the past 3 years. Exhausted didn't even come close to describing the way that you felt. 

As you gently laid back down at this realization of loneliness once again, silently scolding yourself for opening your mouth, you accidentally hit the back of your head on the table, muttering “shit” under your breath. After a moment, you heard Joel let out another long sigh and then he gently grabbed your chin and said, “hey, look at me.”

When you looked into Joel’s eyes, he was staring back at you with concern and tenderness lacing his features. Joel saw your frustration and array of emotions, and he felt like it was important for him to take away all those insecurities by telling you that he wasn't like all those other boys you were with. With a slight smile, he gently cupped your cheek and said, “darlin’, a real man, like me, doesn’t fucking care if you’re sick or not. Men, like me honey, would take care of you regardless of the problems that you have. And honestly, it’s a damn shame that no one has ever taken their time with you, making sure your needs were met. If I was with you, I'd make damn sure you were enjoying it the entire time.” 

Joel then removed his hand and placed both hands on the side of the massage table, stepping back and exhaling through his mouth as he looked down at the ground.  He knew he needed to end this session right now. He's already stepped over far too many lines, and if he didn't watch it, he'd cross an even bigger one of showing you how a real man gave a beautiful woman pleasure.

You laid there watching the turmoil unfold on Joel's face. He wouldn't look up at you, kept staring down at the floor, shifting his weight back and forth on his feet periodically.  He had checked his watch several times, attempted to clear his throat once, and had quickly glanced out the window. You knew those signs, he was trying to find a nice way to end the session or end the conversation. The more you watched him, the more upset you got. 

After Joel stood there staring outside for a while, he finally cleared his throat again. “I- uh, I think Dr. Anderson can probably help you better, she’s very good with this type of stuff,” he said, waving his arm at you, but not looking at you. 

When he straightened up to walk away you closed your eyes and said in a soft voice, “Please, please, help me.” You wanted to keep your voice steady, but you found that it slightly cracked at the end, which made you internally scold yourself. You weren't a weak person by nature, you couldn't afford to be with a disease that was slowly destroying your organs and killing you from the inside out. But somehow you felt like you were weak, like you were just a shell of the person that you once were. At first, when you asked for his help, you didn't know what exactly you were asking for. But as the seconds ticked by, with him not answering, you realized that you were pleading for him to see you.

Without looking at you, Joel asked in a gentle tone, “what do y’need help with?” When he turned back around towards you, his eyes were closed, and he was taking several steadying breaths. He was trying to calm his nerves and to silence the war that was going on in his mind. His mind was screaming at him, reminding him that this was inappropriate patient-doctor conversation or relations. He knew he needed to stop. So it shocked him to hear himself say a little louder, “Darlin’, what do you need help with?”

You just stared up at him, searching his face to see if what you wanted to voice was okay for you to do. You wanted him, as a man, to find you attractive and to touch you. But how could you ask him to go against all of his code of ethics as a medical provider just to touch you like a husband would touch a wife, desperately and passionately.  You didn’t even know if he was married, or even in a relationship with someone else. 

As Joel opened his eyes, he looked down at you, and it was then that he knew what you wanted. You were looking at him the same way his ex-wife used to look at him from time to time. When she’d plead with him to fuck her, to silence all her insecurities in her head. He hasn't seen a woman look at him like that for almost 20 years, and it did something to him. It made his resolve crumble instantly where he said ‘fuck it' in his own head, and he gave in to his primal instinct of helping you as a man, not as your doctor.

“Baby, come on. I ain’t gonna ask y’again.  What is it that you need, honey? Tell me, and I'll do it.”

“Joel, please,” was all you could say, begging him with your eyes, trying to tell him what you wanted.

“No, now, come on. Y'gotta use your words for me. Be a good girl and tell Daddy what he can do to help you and make you feel better.”

As soon as Joel had said the word daddy, he instantly scolded himself. But when he saw your eyes glaze over with arousal at the name, he knew what you wanted. You lightly whimpered and started squeezing your thighs tight together. 

Joel felt dizzy for a moment as blood rushed fast to his cock at your whimper, his cock hardening to the point of being painful. But this wasn't about him. This was about you, about showing you that a real man, like him, could give you affection and attention like you so desperately needed. 

He walked towards you, gently placing his hand onto your thigh, lightly stroking it. He was trying to center you and help you communicate with him in what you wanted and needed. He knew all of this was wrong, but he couldn't help himself, especially when you begged him to touch you.

“Joel, please, touch me,” you said, while grabbing his hand and guiding it to below the blanket to where you were practically throbbing. 

“F-fuck,” Joel slightly moaned, closing his eyes at the feeling of you not wearing any underwear as he touched your slick velvet folds underneath the blanket with his hand. Your lips were slightly swollen, aroused, and desperately needing attention. You were making a mess on his table, slick pouring out of you from your needy little hole. You wanted Joel to help soothe the ache deep within you, to take your pain away.

Joel slowly moved his finger down to your center. Feeling your pussy spasm and clench around nothing. He rested his finger at your opening, not pushing his finger inside of you just yet, but slowly stroking it with feather-like touches. “Baby, we shouldn’t do this” he said, still slowly circling your opening, and not stopping or pushing his finger in. He needed to hear your verbal confession that you wanted this, that you wanted him. As Joel felt your hole clench a second time at nothing, he said, “baby, please, say somethin’.”

You moaned slightly while opening your hips up to allow him better access to you. “More” was the only audible thing that you could say at the moment. And that's when Joel’s resolve fully crumbled, and he pushed two fingers knuckle deep inside of you, stretching you perfectly around him.

“Fuck baby, that's tight. Ya squeezing my fingers in a goddamn vice.” He said, growling low, followed by a soft grunt.

You willed yourself to relax, to allow Joel in more. To allow him to get deeper within you, to where you knew that you needed him. To say his fingers were a stretch was an understatement. His fingers were longer and thicker than what you were used to. It was a comfortable stretch, but almost borderline on being painful. You've never been stretched out this much with just fingers alone. If you had to guess by his slow movements he was doing right now, you thought that Joel was a very experienced man, especially when he curled his fingers and found that spot deep within you that you've never found before. As soon as he hit it, your eyes rolled back in your head and you softly moaned “fuuuck.”

“There she is, right there huh, baby?” He said, angling his hand a bit more to get a little deeper as he started to stroke your g-spot with those perfected come hither movements. 

Joel was good at three things: First, he was a very hard worker. He had the perfect street smarts to own and operate two successful businesses in his lifetime. Second, he was an amazing father. Always listening and being there for his girls. And finally, he was an attentive lover. He listened, and found what worked for every woman that he’s ever been with. He knew how to fuck a woman just right, and how to bring her the most and best pleasure.  And that was something that he made sure you understood at the moment with his fingers.

As Joel continued to work his magic with his fingers, pushing them a little deeper inside of you, and picking up the pace in stroking you, you felt your walls spasm more. You let out a low moan, breathing starting to become erratic as the sensation of pleasure took over your body. You were right, you obviously hadn't had a good fuck for a long time, especially considering that you were not far from coming undone on just his fingers alone with no clit stimulation whatsoever. And if you could describe the feeling that you were feeling right now with his fingers moving inside of you, you would describe it as being ‘fucking fantastic.’

Joel found himself matching your small moan with a groan of his own, especially when he looked down and noticed your pussy was dripping all over him. He slowly started withdrawing his fingers, giving you time to adjust, before pushing them back in. It was obscene, the wet squelching noises that your beautiful cunt was making for him. You were biting your lip, eyes casted away from him. He gently grabbed your chin with his other hand, turning you towards him while saying “no darlin’, eyes right here. Ya keep ‘em on me, ok?” He said, as he slowly kept pushing his fingers in and out of you. He kept up the slow pace for a bit, working you up, not wanting to fully tip you over the edge just yet. He knew that you needed this, that you needed to enjoy the experience.

“Joel, it feels- fuck, it feels, it feels,” you were at a loss for words at the moment. You were struggling to keep your eyes on him right now, fighting them from wanting to roll back into your head at the sensation of pleasure.

“I know baby. Fuck, just listen to her, she needs this huh? Your pussy needs this, doesn’t she? This. Nice. Slow. Finger. Fuck, huh?” He said, slowing down more and thrusting harder with his fingers at every word he said, drawing out your pleasure more. The longer he fucked you slow with his fingers, the more your pussy gripped him hard, sucking him in, not wanting him to leave.  You were panting, starting to squirm, getting lost in the pleasure.  Joel wanted to tease you a little longer, but he figured you weren’t used to this kind of play.  Something he intended to do next time he had you alone, preferably in his bed with you begging for his cock. 

When Joel saw you start to match his thrusts with your own, he knew it was time for him to tip you over the edge. So Joel really started to finger fuck you you now, the way that he knew women liked. When he did that, you cried out at the stimulation and surprise of his actions.

“Shhh baby, it's alright,” he said, cooing at you to quiet you down. “Now, darlin’, you’re gonna be a good girl and come all over these fingers, ok? Then you're getting a full refund today. I don't charge money to finger fuck my clients.”

You nodded your head, trying to keep your eyes open as Joel massaged the inside of your velvety warm walls, getting closer to the edge.  Your toes were starting to curl, breathing was very erratic. You were getting very close to cumming.

“And lastly sweetheart,” he said, putting pressure down on your lower abdomen, and curling his fingers in a way that he knew would make your vision go blurry, while building a firm pressure sensation inside of your abdomen. “You must communicate with me with your words when something doesn't feel good, or if you want me to do something differently. You know your body better than me honey. I don't, so help me make you feel good. Okay?”

Fuck you were wrecked, seconds away from crashing through, or into, a brick wall with an orgasm, you thought.  This felt different though, so much different than what you’ve ever experienced before. “Joel, fuck, pressure, it’s a lot of pressure and I’m, fuck, I’m, I’m-”

“Come f’me sweetheart. Come on baby, fucking soak my fingers” Joel growled in your ear as the rubberband inside of you snapped hard. When it did, your cunt seized around his fingers as you felt the gush of fluid come out of you, he made you squirt for the first time. Your vision went white, ears ringing, legs shaking from the intensity of it all.  You’ve never come so hard ever in your life, and you couldn’t help the loud moan that escaped your lips around Joel’s hand that was now covering your mouth. He continued to fuck you through your orgasm, whispering “good fucking girl” with a strained voice as he watched you come undone. His own pupils were blown wide, eyes impossibly dark with lust, wanting nothing more than to bury his cock deep inside of you, to feel you spasm around him hard like this.  But that would have to happen at a later time.  Today was about you, about giving you something that you needed, attention from a man.  You were a beautiful woman, and you deserved to have a man take care of you in this way, and other ways too, even if you did have autoimmune disease. 

Joel continued to slowly work you through your high, pumping his fingers gently in and out of you. When you finally came back to Earth, he removed his soaked fingers from your cunt and then he slammed his lips hard against your mouth, kissing you fervently. You licked the seam of his lips, asking for access into his mouth, which he quickly granted. You two were wrestling your tongues together, each seeking dominance over the other. Joel has never been kissed like this, with so much passion that he hated pulling away from you mere moments later, gasping for breath as his heart raced out of control in his chest. 

“Fuck woman, no one’s ever kissed me like that,” he said, gasping for breath. Joel placed his forehead gently against yours, eyes closed, breathing you in as his heart rate slowed in his chest.

“Do you want me to take care of you?” you asked, laying your hand gently on his crotch, feeling him buck slightly into your touch beneath you.

“No baby, I wanna do this right, take ya out first, if y’don’t mind.”

“You don't have to if you don't want to, I mean-”

Joel snapped open his eyes and stood up looking at you, furrowing his brows. He then shook his head and said “don't”, and walked over to the sink in the corner of the room to wash his hands. You sat up, chewing on your lip, overthinking things once again. After a moment of silence you heard him speak when he shut the water off.

“I'm not some 20 year old punk ass boy who only cares about getting his own rocks off, darlin'. I don't do that sort of thing. Now, if you don't want to have dinner with me, then that's fine. But I'd really like to take y’out.”

“Like a date?” You asked, looking into his eyes hopeful.

“Yes baby, like a date.” He said, standing in front of you, holding a robe up for you to take to cover your naked body up.

“Yeah, but what happens when I- when we- when it's done? Or what happens if I can't because of this- because of autoimmune?” you say, motioning your hand up and down at your body. 

Joel took a big breath in, and then slowly let it out through his nose. He then cupped your face with both hands and said, “ok, I'm gonna stop you right there. First, I don't fuck on the first date, ok, so don't worry your pretty lil’ head about it. And second, I don't give a damn if we have to reschedule. I understand you have autoimmune disease, remember I've read your file.” Joel immediately winced at that reminder, of how he has crossed every line in the sand with his actions. He didn't know how he was going to explain to Dr. Samson that his treatment wouldn't work with you and that he was going to refer you to Dr. Anderson. It was going to cost him big time, he knew that. Dr. Linda Anderson wouldn't just drop it, she'd want an explanation. But Joel couldn't think about that right now, he'd deal with it and her later.

“But Joel it's-”

“Do you not want to go out to dinner with me?” He asked, the color draining from him face. Did he read you wrong? Were you just looking for a quick orgasm and nothing more? He rubbed his neck in embarrassment, thinking he completely fucked up at your signals once again. “You-uh, you don't have to say yes if you don't want to. I mean, if I read you wrong you can- uh, no pressure to say no.” He was internally scolding himself at this entire situation, of how much he's fucked up today. His ex-wife was right, he thought, he definitely doesn’t understand what women need nor want. Proof was here, right in front of him, with your reluctance to say yes to just dinner. 

Joel turned to walk out, mumbling “I'll give you some privacy to get dressed. I'll tell Ashley to give you a refund when I see her tomorrow, don’t worry, she’s already left for the day. And you can just forget about today if you want, if I made you feel uncomfortable. I’ll sorry, I just-”

“Stop, please,” you said, grabbing his arm. “Don't leave. Everyone does, everyone leaves me. I-I want you to stay with me right now, please.” 

Joel stopped and looked at you, seeing the gears in your head turning. After a moment he said, “please honey, ya gotta tell me what you're thinking. I can't-”

“I want to go out on a date with you Joel, it's just, don't have high expectations or hopes for me, ok? Men do, and then as they get to know me they- they get mad when I don't meet something that they wanted. I- this- it’s hard ok? It’s hard ‘cause I have a gorgeous man in front of me that I've been attracted to since the moment I saw him, and all I want is for him to see me. To really see me. And I- I don’t wanna fuck that all up where you hate me, or think I’m a failure and I- I should just really stop talking.” You said, laughing at yourself and blushing at the fact that you just spilled all of your insecurities in the air to a stranger. A very hot stranger, but a stranger nevertheless.

“Honey,” he said, grabbing your hand softly. “I want all that too and, if I'm being honest, I'm a little scared of a date too as it's been a long time since I've done this. The whole dating thing, it hasn’t been a priority of mine for a while. But I wanna do it f’you, with you. We can take it slow, we can figure it out together, ok? How does that sound?” Joel then leaned in and gave you a soft, delicate kiss on your lips, one that immediately calmed your nerves. 

“Ok, yes. Dinner would be great,” you said, a tad breathless after Joel pulled away from kissing you. You took a moment to compose yourself, to will the butterflies to calm down in your tummy at the thought of getting a chance to have a date with this man.

Joel watched the blush rise up in your cheeks, and if he was being honest, it flattered the hell out of him.  That a simple gentle kiss could get you all hot and bothered, where you were blushing for him. “Ok, good,” he said, smiling. “How about I pick you up around 6pm this Saturday?”

You nodded your head, and noticed that Joel furrowed his brows at the lack of your speaking to him again.  You quickly said, “Saturday would be perfect.” 

Joel stood there for a moment, glancing over your features, looking at you intently, making sure that you in fact truly wanted this.  Once he found what he was looking for, he stepped back and gave you a small smirk. 

“Ok, darlin’. Now for life's biggest, and most important question. What toppings do y’like on your Pizza?”  Joel decided to take you to his favorite pizza place on Saturday.  When he saw you smile, he knew that he picked a good choice.

“Well Miller,” you said, while giving him your best playful smirk. “You’re just going to have to take me out to find out.”

End of Part 1

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Sapphic Webtoon Masterlist

One day I thought that maybe it should exist a list with all the sapphic stories of webtoon since is so hard to find.

today I decided to make this list

you can also comment stories that are not listed here!

Sapphic = woman loving woman. although this name means any queer woman (e.g. lesbians, pansexuals, etc.), in this list will only have the ones where the main couple are two woman (or one is not a man).

Last updated: January 23th, 2024

please check up the reblogs to see when the last time was updated if you see this on a reblog!

Originals

Not So Shoujo Love Story (comedy, in progress)

Romance-super-fan Rei Chan is ready for her first boyfriend and she knows just who it'll be: the most handsome boy in school, Hansum Ochinchin. But her plans for the perfect love story are derailed when the most popular girl in class declares herself a rival….for Rei's heart?! This is the year her not so shoujo love story begins!

Nevermore (supernatural, in progress);

There is nothing definitive about life after death, except the involuntary enrollment at the mysterious Nevermore Academy. Now Lenore and Annabel Lee must begin their curriculum to recover the memories of their tragic demise. Between the Dean's macabre demeanor and the tell-tale dangers of Final Exams, both girls must learn to rely on one another and their newly acquired ghost forms, or Spectres, to not only graduate from the academy… but to earn a second chance at life.

Night Owls & Summer Skies (romance, completed);

Despite her tough exterior, seventeen year-old Emma Lane has never been the outdoorsy type. So when her mother unceremoniously dumps her at Camp Mapplewood for the summer, she’s determined to get kicked out fast. However, when she draws the attention of Vivian Black, a mysterious and gorgeous assistant counselor, she discovers that there may be more to this camp than mean girls and mosquitos. There might even be love.

Realta (fantasy, in progress);

When the world was new, the twelve star signs descended to bless humanity with magic according to their date of birth. Fourteen worthy people, called the “Realta,” were given a star from each Sign that allowed them to receive prophecies of the future called “horoscopes” and summon great power to defeat the Fae: beings that tormented humanity. However, much has changed since Elowen was a child. Magic is illegal, the Fae are getting stronger, and the Realta have been forgotten…until our Virgo meets a certain Capricorn.

Muted (supernatural, completed);

On the full moon of her 21st year, the young witch, Camille Severin, is expected to perform the traditional ritual to summon forth a winged demon for her families success and prosperity. But when the ritual goes wrong, it reveals the terrifying truths about herself and the secrets that threaten to tear her family apart.

Mage & Demon Queen (comedy, completed;

Adventurers seek to take the demon queen’s head, but a love-struck young female mage wishes to take her hand. Join us won’t you, for this bawdy tale of love and persistence set inside a real-life RPG.

REVEAL OUT! (romance, will return);

Eeden thought she'd missed out on life: her art career is a disaster, her landlord kicked her out, and worst of all, she's never even had a girlfriend! But life takes a turn when a chance encounter with an old crush sends her back in time. Now she's 18 again and starting college, with a chance to get everything right. Armed with a plan and a crush, Eeden knows exactly how to create the life full of joy she deserves: make it bold, make it beautiful, and most of all, make it gay!!

High Class Homos (comedy, in progress);

Princess Sapphia of Mytilene is not into princes. So, when her parents start putting the heat on her to get hitched, she enlists the help of her equally gay best friend, Prince August of Phthia. But will these two royals be able to pull off a convincing sham marriage? More importantly, will Sapphia ever land a date with the castle maids? Follow these high class homos as they navigate life, love, and (occasionally) their actual jobs.

Finding Wonderland (fantasy, completed);

In Wonderland, Alex is the Ace. When tasked with hunting down the nefarious Black Knave and his scourge of Nightmares, Alex begins to have visions of another world beyond: our world. In reality, Alex is a normal teen who has been placed in a dangerous simulation to draw out a scientist’s lost son. And time is quickly running out.

Aerial Magic (fantasy, completed);

The daily life of an apprentice witch.

Always Human (romance, completed);

This is a story about nanobots, genetic engineering, and two girls falling in love. No matter how technology changes us, we'll always be human.

Savior (fantasy, completed);

Wohn Ku is a vampire that needs human blood to survive. As a tenderhearted child, she led a tortured existence until a girl named Seyeon willingly became her steady blood source. Seyeon stood by Wohn throughout their school years, defending her from bullies. Fast forward to the present where they move in together ahead of their freshman year of college. Seyeon remains fiercely protective of her friend, but Wohn is ready for a fresh start. When a devoutly religious sophomore girl named Juyi showers her with kindness, Wohn emerges from her shell only to realize that Juyi had once been her father’s kidnapping victim, a potential blood source she had refused to bite. Juyi grows closer to Wohn without remembering the incident, fueling jealousy in Seyeon. Will Juyi prove to be a savior washing away Wohn’s guilt, or will she ruin a vampire’s dream of redemption?

CANVAS

My Dragon Girlfriend (romance/slice of life, in progress);

Christy is saved from a bad date by a dragon girl and introduced to world of magical creatures while falling in love with her savior.

Susuhara Is A Demon (slice of life/romance, in progress);

After a perfect girl encounters an infamous delinquent, her life is thrusted into a whirlwind of chaos! Strap in for a ride jam-packed with terribly embarrassing flirting techniques, kick-ass delinquents and existential dread by the buttload! Nothing could possibly go wrong in this perfectly imperfect love story.

Fatal Kiss (romance/supernatural, in progress);

What would you do if your crush was a monster?

The Pirate and The Princess (romance/historic, in progress);

Princess Kirianna has been raised for two purposes; marriage and succession. As a dutiful, intelligent, and optimistic girl, she came to terms with her fate long ago, and simply longs to be content. The last thing she expected was to be pulled into a life of piracy, by a woman in disguise who has a strange grudge against Kirianna's father, and a secret of her own to hide…. Captain is given male pronouns by me until her name drop in Chapter 10!

Eldritch Darling (supernatural/comedy, in progress);

What if we kissed and we were both girls? And one of us was an oblivious human and the other was a dark eldritch abomination creature from beyond the stars??

Deep Sea (romance/fantasy, in progress);

Atarah is convinced : she is not cut out to be a princess. And when her father tells her that the time has come for her to get married, the world of the young princess crumbles: her heart dreams of adventure, and not of an arranged marriage! It is therefore at the worst of times that Atarah meets Robin, a pirate with questionable morals and a tumultuous past. But where will this crazy encounter lead her heart?

The Siren's Light (romance/fantasy, in progress);

I was sinking, the darkness was slowly surrounding me. The depth of the sea was pulling me lower and lower, I could no longer see the moonlight that glowed from above. But, Who was this silver-haired beautiful creature with an alluring voice swimming towards me? "You are a beautiful one." Her voice was so clear and soothing. And before I knew it, She kissed me. Who was this creature you asked? A siren. A flirtatious, annoying siren that changed my life forever. Author: @roseyluv143 (wattpad)

In My Heart (romance/drama, in progress);

Sasaki Mari is a typical delinquent troublemaker whose only goal is to get a boyfriend, but due to her reputation as bully and low grades, all the boys reject her. Then she decides to change her style, and asks for help from the student with the best grades in the class.

My Devotion to You (romance/drama, in progress);

For the past five years, Catalina has spent all-nighters studying and acing exams to become number the one student and prove her place in the academy. Unfortunately, no matter how much she tried…she has been stuck as number two…all because of Valeria Graham. Valerie is tired and does not expect this year to be much different. She will maintain her Top Student title just like her family expects her to. It would be like any other year…right? And so, their final year begins.

My Cat is a Wizard (fantasy/romance, in progress);

Caitlyn is a just an ordinary, struggling student in her final year of university… Or so she thinks. After having her heart broken yet again, her cat suddenly becomes human. She must now juggle the difficulties of school, work, and all the twists and turns life keeps throwing at her: like her cat/roommate being a wizard. Can Cait still fall in love while magic slowly takes over her world?

Honey and Venom (romance/heartwarming; in progress);

An ancient Roman goddess is reunited with her priestess 2000 in the future, but she doesn't remember her! The closer they grow, the more secrets their shared past reveals, all while an ancient adversary lurks in the shadows.

Greta the Red Wolf (supernatural/action, in progress);

An injured wolf pup and an abandoned baby appear at the doorstep of a couple’s home near the woods. The couple decides to take them in, but little did they know that the wolf was actually a werewolf, and the baby a vampire! Despite their shocked human parents, Greta the werewolf and Vincent the vampire had a blissful upbringing. However, as Greta and Vincent grow older, their quiet, peaceful lives are threatened as they discover the secret world of witches, vampires, and werewolves.

RAINBOW! (slice of life/romance, in progress);

Overly imaginative teenager Boo Meadows has always escaped her daily grind by living with her head in the clouds-- for better or worse. But when she meets the girl of her daydreams, it may finally be time to face reality.

Winter Before Spring (drama/romance, in progress);

Hana has recently just fallen in love with her best friend, who just happens to be a girl. After a confrontation with her best friend, Hana accidentally blurts out and confesses her true feelings. Fearing that she would be rejected, her friend accepts her feelings graciously and they start dating. Is this a dream? Hana, overwhelmed with happiness as her wish came true- is suddenly struck down, her world crashing down as she finds out the nasty truth about her best friend.

The Hideout (romance/drama, hiatus);

Nadia is a 18 year old teenage girl that’s finishing high school and working part-time on her aunts coffee shop named “The Hideout” Nadia also happens to not be very lucky when it comes to the love department and that, mixed with overworking herself, has taken a toll on her quite heavily recently. Reading direction is left to right

The Grand Priestess (fantasy/action, hiatus);

Verashana, a powerful sorceress, delves into the past after an incident separates her from her lover, hoping to learn more about the tragedy that occurred. Her hidden memories resurface, and she unlocks a world that she didn't know she was a part of. Now, she must find out where it all started, and where it all went wrong.

Love, Lila (romance/drama, hiatus);

A one-sided love & rivalry between an aspiring ballerina and an artist. Irene comes from a strict and close-minded household which is against her pursuing a career in arts, as a result of her upbringing she became cold, insecure, and distrustful. Then she met Lila, a perfect girl who has everything and is everything Irene wishes to become. But as she gets to know Lila better, she discovers that her privileged upbringing actually hides a traumatic family secret.

Facing the Sun (sci-fi/drama, in progress);

Fear. Grief. Trauma. Guilt. Love, all seen through the eyes of a dysfunctional android prototype well past her estimated lifespan.

I LIKE MY BEST-FRIEND (drama, ongoing);

(since I'm on phone, I'm gonna put this one later)

Unleashed (romance, ongoing);

(since I'm on phone, I'm gonna put this one later)

Pick Me!! (romance, ongoing);

wip

Lotus and the Dandelion (fantasy, ongoing);

wip

The Greenhouse (drama, ongoing);

wip

I want to be your wife! (drama, completed);

wip

Warm Spring Rain (romance; ongoing);

wip

What's A Soulmate (heart-warming; ongoing);

wip

5 More Minutes (romance, ongoing);

wip

Slice of Life (heart-warming, ongoing);

wip

Our Secret (drama, ongoing);

wip

Don't Look at the Sky (fantasy, ongoing);

wip

Somebody to you (romance, ongoing);

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[harryssyndrome]

𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐌𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ:

"You said l've saved you so many times in so many ways, then let me save you one last time... let me love you like you've always wanted."

Ashley and Harry's friendship blossoms after they meet at a small coffee shop in London, curtesy of Harry's little niece. What begins as Harry helping the aspiring student singer to find her space in the music industry, turns into unspoken truth, hidden feelings and too many assumptions. With a rollercoaster of emotions, feelings and hate from the public, will Ashely and Harry have their happy ever after?

✧˖°📷 ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ .° ༘🎧

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏| 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮, 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐞𝐞𝐧?

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐 | 𝐀𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑 | 𝐈 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐖𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒 | 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈’𝐦 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞?

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓 | 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐡, 𝐨𝐡, 𝐨𝐡 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔 | 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐎𝐮𝐭

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕 | 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐧, 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐧

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖 | 𝐈 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐨. 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞.

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

A/N: I’m super excited for this story and I hope y’all love it as much as I do. Like and reblog the masterlist for updates. Catch early updates on Wattpad. Special thanks to @daisyblog for being my number one supporter and helping me with this project. Love you so much!🫶🏻

Also I wanna thank @thecuriousbeauty for encouraging me to get back into writing again!

Taglist is open! Let me know if you wanna be added through commenting below or dms. 💗🩵

Last updated on: November 6th, 2024 (IST)

Warning ⚠️ : mention of age-gap, mention of blood, hospitalization, accident, anxiety, self doubt, media being toxic, fake fans and haters.

[crispy-armpit]

♱ 𝕱𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝕲𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖉'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 ♱

Welcome to my church.

My name is Adam, otherwise known as Father Greed. I am God's first creation, or as you mortals call it, the first human.

I am a being that is neither man nor animal. I am both serpent and a child of God- the deceiver to have granted Eve the forbidden fruit.

Evil or not, I am merely a convoy. I guide you towards the crossroads of love and obsession, and you shall choose how the tale goes.

So, I must ask you...

Which path will you venture down?

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Yandere Rockstar (he/him)

General: a mysterious, world-renown superstar with a rough past. he writes his own songs and is the frontman of the band, Ares. he is an 'emotional omnivore'/overwhelmer, obsessive, masochist-sadist yandere.

Physical: 6'5/195 cm tall, tattooed & toned body, 6 ear piercings, 4 facial piercings, pair of nipple piercings, 5 genital piercings (yeah..), 9 inches

Part 1 Part 2

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Yandere Jock (he/him)

General: the star quarterback of your college's rugby team, the Panthers. he is extremely influential in the school & real world. he is an overprotective & clingy yandere.

Physical: 6'0/183 cm, shoulder-length hair when untied, slim-toned body with a few scars, 7 inches

One shot

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Yandere Sea God (he/she/they)

General: an ancient ocean deity whose origins are unknown. they are said to be the god of raging tides and safe travels, and have the ability to transform between any gender (prefers male form). they are under an ancient curse. they are a sadistic, possessive, self-indulgent, eliminator yandere.

Physical: 9'7/292 cm, very big muscle body, sparkly skin like a pearl, 18 inches (he has 2 of them..)

Oneshot

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Yandere Secret Agent (he/they)

General: a secret agent working for a mysterious government organisation specialising in supernatural threats. he is their most trusted employee. they are a cold-hearted, stalker, visceral yandere.

Physical: 5'10/178 cm, 1 facial piercing +1 tongue + 1 earing (there's a backstory i swear), slim-fit scarred body, 7.5 inches

Oneshot

Related Asks & Artworks

All

2k Special (Deimos & Liam Poly + art) reacting to y/n splitting watermelon with thighs ethnicities? chubby reader

Deimos

What he sounds like Carving your full name (art) Biting + head pats (art)

Liam

The morning after (art) Liam with a dominant reader (art) gyatt (art)

[baseballbitch116]

However Long It Takes Masterlist

Klaus Mikaelson x oc slowburn

Charlotte Fell has had a troubled life. Her mom is a close friend of Kelly Donovan - Matt’s mother - and wherever Kelly goes, Charlotte’s mother follows. So it was just her when she was turned into a vampire. Charlotte’s never really had anyone to count on other than herself or Matt. She’s never bonded much with anyone before - until her senior year - when she met the “Originals.” She found them intriguing and misunderstood - especially the hybrid. Something about his darkness just felt so… relatable. There was an undeniable tension between the two, something that Charlotte’s friends absolutely hated. Is Klaus really as dangerous as he puts on? Would he hurt her? Or is she in way over her head?

This fanfiction slow burn series will have approximately 20 chapters. Last updated 7/8/2024.

Do not repost or claim my work as your own. This story and Charlotte Fell belong to baseballbitch116 only.

Chapter One - Homecoming

Chapter Two - The Grill

Chapter Three - The Ball

Chapter Four - 1920's

Chapter Five - The Vampire Hunter

Chapter Six - I Dare You

Chapter Seven - The Pageant

Chapter Eight - Confrontations...

[daisyblog]

Show Me Love

A Harry Styles Story

Trigger warnings:  18+, anxiety, sexual content, strong language, emotional abuse, alcohol use, undiagnosed/struggling with learning difficulty. 

Summary: Harry and Evie meet at university, bond over their shared love for music and pop-rock bands.

Whilst Evie struggles with anxiety, loving herself and her difficult family dynamic, Harry lives with a calm, content and happy life surrounded by a loving family, everything she has ever dreamed of.

Evie doesn’t realise she’s looking for love until Harry shows her what love really is and she doesn’t have to be sorry for leaving and growing up.

Chapters: Chapter One: Evie

Chapter Two: Harry

Chapter Three: Evie

[piscespetals]

my writing

fluff = ❀ | angst = ☹ | smut = ❥

• the one where you have a night out with Sevika ❀, part two ❀

• the one where Sevika comforts you after a nightmare ❀

• the one where sevika is your coworker ❀❥

• a lazy sunday as sevika's wife ❀

• the one where sevika cheats ☹

• the one where sevika avoids you and you don't know why ☹❀

• the one where sevika becomes your roommate ❀ | part two ☹❀ | part three ☹❀ | part four ❀❥ | part five ❀☹

• the one where you question ellie's feelings | best friends to lovers ☹❥❀

[visionsofmagic]

kratos x reader, mimir x granddaughter!reader | part I of II.

| part II.   | masterlist

× summary: escaping from odin’s long prison days, y/n manages to take a visit to the tree where odin kept her grandfather, mimir but there is no one. mimir is gone and now, she seeks for him as she follows trials of red colored marked man and a child.

× requested by anon: Ahem. The world needs grandfather Mimir. While the Wisest of the living was alive, relatively young, and one with his body, he found a human child, warmed his heart and took this child for himself. Now Mimir has a granddaughter, a successor! But, problems began with the Old Fool... With Odin, and the girl had to be hidden. But it didn't work out. The Allfather has found already a young woman. And then Mimir was imprisoned in a tree... Then Kratos... Well, all that. And so, Mimir hangs out on Kratos' belt and is sad for his child. Thanks for attention. [comment section:] I'm glad you liked the idea, thank you! Oh, the ending, the details, everything as you want! I trust you :3  If the granddaughter survived and saw the head of her beloved grandfather on someone's belt, then I think she would be angry... Attacking and trying to kill Kratos is risky, but the granddaughter is not a coward either! =D [thanks for requesting! ^^]

× wc: 2.4k

× warnings & tags: fluff, angst, grandfather!mimir, granddaugther!reader, hostile behavior, cute atreus, events take place after kratos cut mimir’s head off and left freya’s home [gow 2018], reader is the goddess of spirits [original. didn’t take from mythology.], will have two parts, using she/her pronouns rather then ‘you’. enjoy! <3

  Tears falling from the eyes, deep sighs, a young woman standing in front of a tree, holding her own arms with shaking hands. The tree was standing there in a great silence. The weather was windy, making her hair move without her noticing, giving chills and calmness to her heart – to her soul.

Silence.

Maybe for the first time, silence wasn’t good for her. It was like a hurricane but in her heart because he was gone – Mimir was gone. Her significant grandfather, her only family she had was gone. She thought the last time she heard his playful and funny voice, making her giggle with his silly jokes, being the best grandfather out there. Now, she was thinking so many memories about him while looking at – blood.

Dried blood, falling from the tree to its thick branches, making brown, green and red mix.

Her eyes were looking at it, not giving any attention to the realm at all.

She was in pain. She had to be happy but no, she couldn’t because of finding the tree empty. She had to be happy. She escaped from Odin’s prison, taking advantage of his complex mind about the upcoming disaster; Ragnarok. She even cut her bond with the Asgard, finding the clues where he held Mimir, coming here to find her grandfather and make him reach his own freedom to. She even thought about their happy future together; Mimir talks about her mother, she makes him food to eat, being a family. These wishes seemed impossible now – too hard to reach because she didn’t know if her grandfather died or not – if Odin killed him or not. If he killed him – if Odin was the one behind all this – she would break the whole Asgard down to the grounds.

“I never thought I would be jealous of you.”

Rasping voice came from behind, making she rolling her eyes because of hearing the voice of Odin’s harbinger son, Baldur, his personal tracker who brings madness everywhere he goes. Of course Odin realized her escape, eventually; he was the All-Father for a reason. Therefore, knowing that he would give poison to her mind for manipulating, she began to calm herself down to have a clearer mind.

“And I never thought I would hear your disgusting voice again.”

Chuckling to her, Baldur opened his hands, “How I missed you!”

Rolling her eyes, she cleaned her dried tears, giving Baldur a hatred gaze, she picked up her personal weapons; arrows and a golden bow that hold magic on them, and a little knife which could kill a dragon thanks to curse it possessed.

Showing no fear, she stood up, standing right in front of the God who was immune to all damages, untouchable. She was the granddaughter of Mimir, the smartest man alive. Even Baldur knew his power and knowledge. She knew how every Aesir God and Goddess came to visit Mimir to seek wisdom. He thought her well. He thought her everything he knew, making her a strong and fearless one. She wasn’t afraid of anything, even Baldur, even Odin.

Knowing this well, Baldur just looked around like he wasn’t give a damn care about her presence, acting clearly to make his upcoming lie better in manipulating her. “Don’t act like you don’t want to learn where your precious grandfather is.”

“I didn’t say that. I just showing you the way you came.” She turned to other side, “I don’t need you.”

“But I do.” He said while approaching to her slowly. “Someone took his head. All-Father needs him back and well, you too. You don’t want anyone to hurt him, right? But clearly, he is already in the hands of an enemy.”

Listening him, she rolled her eyes, “And what happened to your ability on being the best tracker Odin had? Lost it already?”

Smirking, he said, “Being in prison didn’t teach you anything, clearly, or else, you would be thanking me right now for what I will tell.”

“And what is that?” Turning to him, she looked so – apathetic even if she held a great agony in her heart. But she couldn’t show any emotions, not to Baldur. Mimir told her how every God under the wings of Odin was untrustworthy, ready to take advantage of others’ weaknesses.

“A red marked man took him. He has a child with him. He is different.” Baldur said, sounding real. “Enemy of us.” Referring to her being an Aesir Goddess who held no sympathy for Odin or the Asgard, Baldur gave the information he had. That place – the Asgard was hell for her, nothing more and even if she knew Baldur was telling truth, she acted like she didn’t believe.

“Whatever.” Standing right on the edge of the mountain, she added before climbing her way down, “Just leave me alone Baldur. I am no longer a prisoner of All-Father, so, act like it.”

   Baldur was right. Mimir was there, in the belt of a man who had red marks on his huge and built pale body. He had a child with him; a little boy with orange colored hair and blue eyes. The boy had arrows and a bow while the bigger man, probably his father, had an axe. From where she stand, she could understand it was a leviathan axe. It had a great power as well as boy's bow. They were powerful, clearly. They were a threat for Baldur and of course they had to have some specific elements that make them strong.

While watching them traveling around the Midgard in a hidden way, she studied big man who had an axe. He was bad news but she didn't fear him even though he was looking so - powerful, like it would be the easiest thing to break her neck. However, he had to be good. Mimir was looking happy. He was chuckling at some comments that little boy made. Red marked one was in silence for the most of the time while little one kept talking and talking in a cute way.

She - She didn't expect this: Mimir being safe and sound, red marked man didn't hurt him at all. It looked like it was the quite opposite what Baldur told. Mimir looked - free.

However, that didn't explain why and how her grandfather standing on this man's belt, not having his other body parts except the head.

Feeling a sudden rage, she took her bow and arrows, finding a remarkable way to show her presence; higher point of the hill that the team were heading.

"Stop!" She shouted, holding her magical bow and one of her arrows right on the big man, ready to take a headshot at any moment. "Leave him."

Before red marked man who now had a confused expression while putting his hand in front of the boy, wanting to protect him could make a comment, Mimir talked, "Y/n?!" His voice was filled with surprise and excitement. "Brother, show me her."

With his wish, the man Mimir called as brother, a good sign, pulled his head from the belt, holding it on the air, making she and Mimir see each other's face.

"Grandpa!" She shouted in relief, tears are ready to appear on her now peaceful face. He was all right and he was looking at her happily. "I thought -" She tried to say, "I thought you were dead. I thought your soul was gone because of not having - ugh - your other halves."

Little boy chuckled at her silly comment, making the air calmer and more friendly.

The man who was holding Mimir's head was looking at her directly, waiting her to take her guard down. So, she did. She lowered her weapons directed to him slowly, giving him an apology look.

"I would hug you if I was, well, not a head now."

Jumping from the top she was on, approaching her grandfather, she made the man took a little defense. He wasn't trusting her yet. Understandable.

"Come here you old man." She put two kisses on Mimir's cheeks, giving him a smile. "Don't leave me ever again," She said, "Never."

"Oh my poor grand daughter," Mimir sounded sad too, feeling guilt about leaving her alone, in the hands of Odin. "I am so sorry. I will not allow him to hurt you again." He smiled sadly.

"Who you are talking about?" Little boy asked in curiosity.

She turned to him, "Odin. He - he put me in a prison after he made my grandfather imprisoned in a tree."

"Yes, we saved him from there! The witch - Freya helped us too! Do you know her?" Giving a lot information in such a short time made his father speak, warning him.

"Boi."

She turned to him, matching voice with a matching body type; deep, husky, and powerful. She thought how he could give piercing feeling to people with just his voice.

"Don't." She said, "He is just curious." Turning from the man's hazel colored eyes to little boy's blue ones. "Very understandable at the age of yours, little boy."

"Atreus," He said happily, "My name is Atreus."

Smiling to him, she gave her hand to him to greet, "And I am Y/n. Mimir's granddaughter."

As they shook their hands, his father made a 'hmm' notice that make her turn to him again, "And you?"

Before he could speak, Mimir said again, "Kratos. The son's father." Clearly, "She is on our side brother. She means no harm. Right sweetheart?"

Nodding to Mimir's comment, she said, "I am sorry to act hostile but when I see my grandfather's head shaking on your belt, I thought you took him as hostage."

He didn't say anything but when Atreus looked at his father, he finally spoke again. "Kratos."

Smiling you said, "Nice to meet you Kratos, and Atreus."

There was a silence, a peaceful but piercing one 'till Mimir spoke again, "Let's go and camp. There is lot to talk and I can say the boy is already hungry brother."

Turning to his son, Kratos nodded, pointing a direction to Atreus to follow, he began to walk as he put Mimir's head on his belt again. She didn't complain. She knew how there were just a few person who are trustable. He had to protect his son too.

Following them behind, she looked at her grandfather, pointing to Kratos, "Is he always like this?"

Mimir smirked, "Yes. From the time we have spent together, I can say he is always like this."

"I can hear you." Kratos said, annoyed but not quite hostile anymore.

"So," Atreus turned to her, walking backwards, "Are you a Goddess too? Are you from the Asgard? Mimir didn't told us he had a granddaughter."

She said before Kratos made a warning again, "I am an Aesir Goddess." After realizing Kratos' sudden disturbing expression, probably remembering his meetings with other Aesir Gods, she added, "But I am not on their side. That is why Odin put me in a prison. He didn't want me to help Mimir and other people who are against them."

"How did you escape?" This time it was Mimir who asked a question.

"Odin is so focused on something else than me. He left the prison for a week and I found a way out by doing some magic that are forbidden and hard to do. It took me 23 years to spell the magics correctly."

"23 years?!" Atreus spoke in disbelief, "How long did you stay in there?"

Thinking it for a second, she said, "It has to be 89 winters."

"Wow, that's," He tried to say, showing his sadness clearly. Sadness he felt because of the situation she was in. "That's a lot."

"Hmm." Kratos said, sounding empathetic.

Smiling to Atreus after turning from Kratos wide shoulders that looked magnificent, she said, "It's okay. I am free now as well as my grandfather. We will not let that happen ever again."

Nodding to her, Mimir said, "Now it's time to smell the freedom. Take a look around sweetheart. Finally, we can see the realms and their beauty. And I am thankful to this little boy and brother to set me free."

She added, "I am too." She turned to Kratos, "I am thankful."

"I did it for us. Not for him or you." Such a hostile personality.

"I can say this is not true at all." She said, "I can see kindness inside you and the boy now."

Kratos stopped, turning to her, making both Atreus and her to look at his bigger body. He finally spoke again, asking another question, "What Goddess are you?"

She smiled; finally, he took an interest in her. Out of a certain reason, this made her feel excitement. Kratos who was probably a God but from other realms now had curiosity about her.

"I am the Goddess of spirits. From the Asgard to all other realms, I can sense every spiritual things and their souls. I can even smell them." She turned to Atreus, then to Kratos. They all were listening in silence. "From the power I hold, I can say that you are two lost spirits who have no harm to others unless they hurt you." Taking a few steps to Kratos, closing the gap between them, she added, "You are trying to protect the boy, understandable behavior but you also don't mean to act all hostile. This is just the nature of yours which I can empathize. But you also should know that I mean no harm too. I am here for Mimir. I want to protect only family I have like you do. So," She gave him her smaller hand in a friendly manner, "Let's get along, shall we? Maybe," She smiled, looked at the boy again who was watching them curiously, then to Kratos, "Maybe we can be friends?"

Kratos looked at her hand, then, slowly, he took it. Shaking his powerful hand a little, she felt real warmness on her soul. She could see the future, a good one, together. The things she couldn't see was that how they will be more than friends. They will find peace and love with each other's lost and broken souls that will cure slowly thanks to other's company. They will be a family.

And with that, the new and long journey for their bond has started.

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Ashley and Rave burst into the cozy warmth of the coffee shop, both laughing breathlessly, their clothes damp from the sudden downpour outside. The smell of fresh coffee and the hum of quiet conversations welcomed them as they shook off the rain. The city outside was blurred by the droplets racing down the glass, but inside, the warmth of the café wrapped around them like a soft blanket.

"That was sooo worth getting drenched," Rave grinned, wiping her damp forehead with the back of her hand.

"I know right? The London Eye is magical," Ashley added, Ashley grinned, her cheeks flushed from the run. "Worth it though. I haven’t laughed like that in ages."

Ashley grinned, her eyes sparkling. "And that hilarious pod mate who couldn't stop taking selfies!”

“That type of guys are everywhere!”

They found a small table by the window, with raindrops dancing against the glass, blurring the view of the streets beyond. Settling into their chairs, they caught their breath, the excitement of the afternoon still lingering. Ashley dug into her soggy bag and rummaging through it pulled out a well-worn notebook, her song diary. “I just hope this didn't get ruined..." She flipped it open, checking the pages carefully.

"Is it okay?" Rave asked, leaning over the table.

Ashley smiled in relief. "Dry as a bone, thank god. I don’t know what I would’ve done if this journal had ruined." she said, flipping through the pages.

But as she did, Rave’s eyes caught on something tucked between the pages—a photo peeking out. With a knowing smirk, she reached over and gently tugged at the corner of the picture. “You carry him everywhere you go, huh?” she teased.

Ashley glanced down and saw the photo of Harry, her heart giving a little flutter. She nodded with a soft smile. "Guilty as charged. I need him to even think of ideas."

Shaking off the moment, she clicked her pen and began to jot down some new song ideas in the margins of the page. The rain outside became a soft, steady rhythm as they chatted idly.

Suddenly, the soft patter of tiny footsteps interrupted their conversation. A little girl, no older than three, came running up to their table with wide, curious eyes. Her blonde curls bounced with every step, and her small voice chimed like a bell.

"Hi! I'm Grace!" she announced proudly, staring up at Ashley with a beaming smile.

Ashley looked up, surprised by the tiny visitor standing at their table. She and Rave exchanged amused glances before Ashley responded, "Well, hello, Grace. I'm Ashley, and this is my friend Rave."

Grace giggled and pointed at the empty chair next to them. "Can I sit?"

Ashley chuckled, picking up the little girl and gently placing her in the chair. "Of course you can."

Grace immediately made herself comfortable, swinging her tiny legs as she engaged them in a childish, animated conversation about her favourite animals and the rain. In the midst of Grace's animated storytelling, her gaze landed on the photo lying beside Ashley's diary. Her face brightened even more, if that were possible. She pointed with wide eyes.

"Hey! You know my uncle?!"

Ashley blinked, confused for a moment, her mind racing. Uncle? But before she could piece it together, a familiar voice—one that made her heart race—came from behind them.

“Grace! There you are,” Harry’s voice, deep and warm, drifted over. Ashley froze, recognizing it instantly. She turned slowly as Harry approached the table, his eyes locking onto Grace first before flicking over to meet Ashley's. “You little troublemaker!” he said, scooping his niece up from the chair. "You had me worried! You trying to get me in trouble with your mom?" He tickled her, and Grace let out a shriek of laughter.

Ashley stared at him, her mind racing. She couldn’t believe her own eyes at the scene in front of her. It was the Harry Styles—his familiar smile, the playful gleam in his eyes. The photo of him was still on the table between them, and Ashley swallowed nervously. She gestured Rave with her eyes to hide the picture so that the already good moment doesn’t turn into a awkward one. Rave quickly grabbed the picture and placed it inside the diary.

"Sorry about that," Harry said with an apologetic grin, ruffling Grace’s curls. "She’s more social than I’ll ever be, even with people her own age."

Ashley smiled, trying to steady her breath. "Oh, she’s been a complete sweetheart! Trust me.”

Harry stood beside the table, still holding Grace in his arms, his eyes fixed on Ashley. There was something in the way she looked at him—familiar, comfortable—but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He cleared his throat, trying to bridge the gap of time between them.

“So, what have you been up to? You know, aside from making new friends with little rebels like Grace,” he asked with a light chuckle, nodding toward his niece, who was currently fiddling with a napkin on the table.

Ashley smiled, feeling the warmth of his attention. “Oh, you know, the usual... college, assignments. Just trying to balance everything,” she said, then hesitated for a second, her eyes flicking out the window to the rain-soaked streets. “And, uh… I sing part-time at this little place downtown.”

Harry raised an eyebrow, interest immediately piqued. “You’re singing? Like... professionally?”

Ashley gave a small laugh, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious. “Well, I don’t know if you’d call it professional. It’s just a gig at this local bar. Helps with the rent, you know?”

“Really?” Harry tilted his head, surprised. “I didn’t know that. How long have you been doing that?”

Ashley shrugged. “A few months, I guess. It’s tough, but I love it. Singing’s always been... everything to me. Even when I’m struggling, it’s kind of the one thing that keeps me going.”

Harry’s expression softened, and for a moment, he could see her in a new light—not just as the girl he’d met through his niece, but as someone who was quietly fighting her own battles in the background, chasing her dreams just as he had once done. There was something about her honesty, her vulnerability, that tugged at him.

Just as Harry was about to ask more, Grace’s small voice cut through their conversation. “Uncle Harry, look!” she giggled, reaching for Ashley’s diary on the table. “She has a picture of—”

Ashley’s eyes widened slightly, her heart skipping a beat. Before Harry could react, she quickly leaned forward and placed a finger playfully over Grace’s lips. “Shhh...,” she said in a conspiratorial whisper, grinning at the little girl. “That’s our little secret, okay?”

Grace giggled, nodding, her curls bouncing with the movement.

Harry glanced between the two of them, his brow furrowed slightly with curiosity, though he didn’t press the matter. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “What’s this about a picture?”

Ashley waved it off with a light laugh, trying to play it cool. “Oh, nothing. Grace is just being... well, Grace.”

But before Harry could probe any further, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and glanced at the screen, his expression shifting as he saw his sister’s name flash across it. “It’s Gemma. I should probably get Grace back to her before she sends out a search party.” Harry quips, says his sister’s name like the girls already knew her.

Ashley nodded, a mix of relief and disappointment settling in. “Of course, don’t let me keep you.”

Harry stood up straighter, adjusting Grace in his arms as he pocketed his phone. “But hey, I’d really like to see you again,” he said, his tone sincere, his eyes meeting hers with a warmth that made her heart skip. “Maybe... we could catch up properly sometime?”

Ashley smiled, her nerves fluttering unexpectedly. “I’d like that.”

Harry gave her one last glance, his gaze lingering on her longer than usual, as if he wanted to say something more but wasn’t quite sure how to. Instead, he simply nodded. “I’ll make sure of it.”

As he turned to leave, Grace wriggled in his arms, leaning toward Ashley with a wide smile. “Bye, Ashley!” she chirped.

Ashley leaned forward, her voice dropping to a whisper, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Remember, Grace—our little secret, okay?”

Grace giggled again, nodding furiously. “Okay! Secret!”

Harry glanced down at Grace, raising an eyebrow. “What secret?”

“Nothing,” Ashley and Grace said in unison, causing both women to burst into laughter.

Harry gave them both a bemused smile before shaking his head. “Alright, alright. I’ll leave you two to your secrets.”

With one final smile, Harry was about to walk out of the coffee shop, when Grace break lose from her uncle’s grasp and runs back to Ashley, “Oh my, little escapist!” chuckling to herself she bends down to wrap her arms around the little girl and gently kissing her forehead before releasing her, “I’ll see you soon okay? Don’t wanna keep your uncle waiting now, do we?” Grace nods her head swiftly before giving a soft peck on Ashley’s cheek and running off to Harry who watched the whole interaction with sweet smile never leaving his face. He grabbed his niece’s hand and stepped out of the coffee parlour, the bell above the door jingling softly as it closed behind him. Ashley watched him disappear into the rainy streets, her mind still buzzing from the unexpected encounter.

As she sat back in her chair, she found herself smiling. The feelings were resurfacing for Harry—something that had always drawn her in. And now, even after all this time, that feeling hadn’t faded. If anything, it was stronger.

Rave, who had been quietly observing the entire interaction, finally leaned in with a teasing grin. “Well, that was interesting.”

Ashley chuckled, shaking her head. “Yeah… interesting is one way to put it.”

“She really adores you.”

“Me too.”

A/N: The first chapter is up!! I’m so happy with how this one turned out! Like, comment and reblog are appreciated. DO NOT REPOST MY WORK I WILL FIND YOU. Please let me know what you think about the story so far and if you wanna be added to the tag-list so let me know in the comment section below or via DMs.

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