#doctor harry styles

[harryistheonlyoneforme]

When are we getting the next part of Ruin??

right now actually 😁

Ruin (5)*

warnings: corruption, smut, sex toy use, squirting, soft dom h, aftercare

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a/n: sorry it's been so long, i really just did not have the motivation for this and it was hard to find a place to continue without just jumping into the full blown hanky panky

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A soft yawn leaves Harry’s lips as he sits up in bed, a hand coming up to rub at his eyes that are blurry with sleep. As soon as his vision clears up he's taking in his surroundings, confused for just a moment until he realizes where he is and remembers the events from yesterday. With the remembrance comes concern, as YN is not in bed with him and her ensuite bathroom is empty as far as he can see. So he gets out of the bed and begins his search for her, checking every room in the house before he makes it to the kitchen, and he doesn't find her there, either.

A look of confusion and a furrowed brow takes over his face as he begins to worry he's scared her off, deciding to peek out the living room window in search of her car. Just as he looks out, he slumps in relief as he sees her grabbing some Starbucks bags and cups out of the car before closing it and making her way back to the house. He can't help but notice her attire; a Rolling Stones t-shirt that she's cropped shorter herself, and some cute little athletic shorts that show off her ass. Most importantly, he can see the way her nipples are prominent through the material of the shirt, informing him that she'd gone braless.

His thoughts start to spiral immediately, picturing how she looks without the barrier of clothes between them, the sweet sounds she'd make if he were to play with her nipples. He's so lost in thought that he doesn't realize she's back in the house. Not until he hears the door close from the entryway, and he turns his head to see YN with the cutest look of conviction on her face as she tries to slip out of her tennis shoes with both of her hands full. He hurries over to her as he sees her struggling, grabbing the items from her hands, and she looks up at him with a sweet smile of appreciation before leaning up to press her lips to his.

Harry gladly returns the kiss and heads to the kitchen to sit everything down at her island, hopping onto a stool to wait for her to join him. He waits no more than a couple seconds before she's sliding into the one beside him and grabbing a coffee and one of the small bags with food inside of them. "I didn't know what you liked so I just grabbed some of the little egg bites, they're pretty good in my opinion. I used to have them sometimes until I started getting the spinach feta and egg white wrap," she rambles, and Harry thinks it's just the cutest thing, the way she gets all excited telling him her thought process.

"Well thank you, angel. I'm sure they're delicious, and that was very thoughtful of you," he makes sure to show his appreciation for her efforts and kindness, beginning to dig in as well. “Y’look so pretty, too,” he compliments her, popping one of the eggs into his mouth. The sentiment earns him the softest sweetest smile he’s ever seen, and she thanks him quietly before taking another sip of her coffee and following up with a bite of her wrap. He knows she’s getting shy on him so he doesn’t push it, and they finish up breakfast in comfortable silence, occasionally making small talk about the day they have planned.

Harry watches with a pout on his lips as her shoulders deflate when he says he has work today, and it takes everything in him not to call in for the day, but he knows he shouldn’t. So he does the next best thing; he takes YN into his arms and holds her there until he absolutely has to leave, and he even does that begrudgingly.

“Do you think you could come back over tonight? Spend another night with me?” YN breaks the silence in a peep against his chest, her muffled words making him chuckle. Nuzzling his face into her hair, he takes a deep breath before he responds.

“Yeah, I’ll come over tonight. Want me t'cook something for you?” he questions, laughing at her as she nods enthusiastically before leaning up to press her lips to his. He returns the kiss happily, and their little bubble is popped almost instantly as they realize he has to go.

They kiss goodbye and when he leaves YN heads into her office to begin working for the day, hoping the time goes by quickly until he returns.

~

Harry texts YN that he's on his way around 6 pm, and she practically squeals in excitement as she waits for him. When he arrives, they spend a while in the kitchen as he cooks her some salmon, potatoes, and asparagus, kisses stolen throughout the entire process. They eat while the food is still hot before moving into the living room to watch some TV, YN sat atop Harry's lap as they watch.

They end up watching a random movie for a bit, and said movie has a bit of a steamy scene in it. The characters on the screen before them start to get YN worked up, and neither of them really notice when she starts to squeeze her thighs together before trying to gain some friction by moving her hips onto his thigh. Not until her movements get more frantic and focused, whines of frustration leaving her when she realizes they're not in the best position for her stimulation.

So he decides to mess with her a bit, removing one of the hands that’d been wrapped around her and bringing it between her legs. He simply runs a finger over her thin shorts with the softest touch, feeling the way she’s getting wetter and starting to soak through them. Harry chuckles at her before he's using his other hand to pause the movie and speaking up.

“Do y’want to go upstairs? Gonna let me get you in bed?” he whispers, trying to keep himself composed as she starts to buck her hips up to meet his soft and teasing touch.

“Please,” she whines, turning her head in search for his lips, needing him as close as possible.

“Alright, sweet girl. Let’s get you upstairs. Have some new things for us to try,” he hums, easing them up before grabbing her hand and guiding her toward the bedroom. He helps her get her clothes off before telling her to hop on the bed while he grabs the new toys, but not before taking a moment to practically drool over how good she looks, just for him.

He’s rummaging through the bag for what he needs and she’s just looking over his shoulder curiously before something catches her eye.

“What’s this for?” she asks quietly, reaching into the bag and pulling out a small silver butt plug with a pretty pink stone on the end. She hears Harry chuckle next to her, gently grabbing her jaw to make her look at him.

“We won’t be needing that for a while, Bunny,” he responds, a soft smile on his face as he runs a thumb along her bottom lip. “That’s for when you’re more experienced and want to try new things,” he finishes, words careful and soft as to not hurt her feelings. She still pouts at his response, causing him to chuckle and brush a thumb over her lips to wipe it away.

“Why can’t we use it now? ‘s pretty,” she grumbles, examining the toy curiously.

“Because, I don’t want you t’get hurt. You don’t want that, do you?” he questions carefully, his eyebrows shooting up at the way she hesitates for a moment. The thought crosses his mind for a split second that his sweet girl wants him to hurt her before he’s shaking it off, deeming the idea as ridiculous.

“No,” she finally sighs. “Well what are we using today?”

He’s still a little lost from her moment of hesitation, but he clears his throat before he’s reaching for the bag and taking out the three things he needs for today; a vibrating wand, a small dildo, and some lube. He places the two toys in her hand for her to examine them, giving her room to back out if she’d like. When she doesn’t seem uncomfortable with them, he takes them from her to go clean them in her bathroom.

“Gonna go clean them, I’ll be right back,” he tells her, pressing his lips to hers for a moment, having to pull away with a chuckle when she tries to deepen it, whining into the kiss and squeezing her thighs together. She has the cutest pout on her face when he leaves.

Harry takes his time to thoroughly clean the toys, drying them off before he’s heading back into the room.

When he returns to the bedroom, he doesn’t expect to see YN lying down on the bed with a hand tucked between her thighs, rubbing away at her clit. Her eyes are closed and her free hand is over her mouth, as if she was trying to keep quiet so he didn’t know what she was doing. “Angel,” he chuckles, the name tearing a whine from her throat as she quickly pulls away and snaps her legs shut. “No, no. You can keep going,” he permits, placing the toys on the bed before sitting at the end, right where he can see all of her. It takes a bit of coaxing but she soon gets back into it, chasing her orgasm once more.

“Good girl, just like that,” he praises, watching as her fingers glide around her slick bud faster than before as she chases her peak. “Close already? Y’learning so fast, sweet girl,” he praises, a dimpled grin on his face as he watches her face contort. Her whines and whimpers have now turned into full blown moans as she brings herself closer and closer, but just as she’s about to fall over the edge it begins to fade away. The tight feeling deep inside of her belly starts to loosen, the heat going away.

“No, no, no,” she whimpers, her fingers unceasing on her slick bud as she tries to find the feeling again. Tears are now building on her waterline, her palms flying up to cover her eyes in frustration.

“Oh, poor thing,” Harry tuts, reaching up to thumb away the tears that have begun flowing down her face. “Jus’ leaking all over the place. Do y’really need me that bad?” his voice is teasing as he reaches between her legs and runs a finger through her sodden folds, a moan getting caught in her throat at the action.

“Please,” she’s begging him now, her hips chasing his hand as he pulls away. “No more teasing, please.”

“Why should I help you, sweet girl? You weren’t patient and didn’t wait for me to come back before you started making yourself feel good,” he tuts, acting as if he’s really upset with her.

“I’m sorry, I won’t do it again! It’s just…,” she trails off, her eyes anywhere but on him.

“Use your words, what is it?” he reminds her, placing a warm hand on her thigh.

“When you were cleaning the things I couldn’t help it anymore. Your arms and your back looked really good and you were super focused I couldn’t help it. I’m sorry,” she explains, and Harry feels even better than he did before, pretending to think about whether or not he’ll forgive her.

He sees the way she’s genuinely sorry for her actions, so he decides to stop messing with her. “Alright, I guess so. Let’s start with this one, hm?” he suggests, grabbing the wand and clicking it on. He plays around with the speeds for a few seconds before deciding on one and helping her get comfortable before using his body to keep her legs open and placing the toy on her clit. She gasps at the feeling, this toy being much more powerful than the bullet they’d used the night before. He keeps the toy there for a while, gauging her reactions.

She’s silent save for some moans and whines as she tries to get used to it, and he lets her get a feel for a few minutes before he’s checking in. “How are y’feeling? Talk to me,” he tells her, pressing down a bit harder with the toy to see if that changes anything. It definitely does, a loud cry falling from her lips followed by a small jerk of her legs.

“It’s so much, but it’s in a good way,” she explains, her voice shaky and high pitched as she tries to speak through the pleasure. “I feel it all the way in my tummy and it’s really wet down there too,” she finishes. Her words are even more breathless as her moans pick up, a telltale sign of her orgasm.

“Yeah? Do y’like your new toy? It’s making you feel really nice?” he coos, beginning to move the toy around the throbbing bud instead of staying stationary. The stimulation of all of the nerves sends her into a frenzy and her moans pick up before she’s trying to close her legs around the wand with a hoarse shout as her orgasm takes over.

“That’s it, darling. Cumming so well for me,” he praises, keeping the buzzing toy on her until she pushes him away from the overstimulation. Aftershocks wrack her body in small waves, her dripping hole just fluttering around nothing. “Was that good?” he teases as he watches her chest heave, a chuckle falling from his lips when she just whines and nods, thighs still pressed together tightly.

"Yes, it was really good," she breathes, trying to catch her breath again as well as the feeling in her lower half. "'m really shaky," she notes, a bit of concern lacing her words.

"I know, angel," he chuckles, beginning to massage the muscles in her legs so that they don't cramp up. "It's normal, don't worry. Are y'ready to call it a night?" he questions, fully ready to get her cleaned up and ready for bed, but she shakes her head. "No?"

"No. Want to try the other one before I sleep," she explains, sitting up on her elbows as a way to let him know she's well and ready to move forward. He's nodding at her confidence before grabbing the toy from its place on the bed as well as the lube he'd picked up.

“Do y’think you can pull your knees up and hold them there? Want it to feel really good for my best girl,” he grins, and she nods eagerly before doing as he asked, her already ruined cunt on full display for him. “Always such a good girl, don’t know what I did to deserve you,” he praises, watching as she turns her head away from him in embarrassment.

“Stop saying things like that,” she whines, but he doesn’t miss the way her cunt clenches around nothing at the praise.

“You have your legs spread for me to see all of this pretty pussy and you blush when I call you a good girl?” he chuckles. “You’re cute. But you’re even cuter when you do that little pout you do when you’re close,” he teases, causing her to playfully kick at him.

"Alright, I'll stop teasing," he promises before he's serious again. "Let me know if anything is too much or we need to stop. I won't be offended or anything, this is for you and only you," he tells her seriously, and she's agreeing with his words immediately.

Pouring some lube onto the toy, he rubs it in a bit before adding some onto her body as well for security, despite her not needing it. Then he's running the tip of it between her swollen folds, a small moan leaving YN's lips when it touches her sensitive clit. He repeats the action a few times to get her even wetter if possible, and then he's easing the toy inside her, keeping an eye out for her reactions.

She just quietly gasps as it breaches her hole, readjusting her grip on her legs as he slowly goes deeper and deeper. "How's that, baby?" he questions, hoping her slack jawed-ness is out of pleasure and not pain. "Talk to me, what are you feeling?"

YN struggles to find the words for a few seconds, but by the time she does the toy is now bottomed out inside of her, causing her to let out a loud guttural moan as she feels it pressed right up against her g-spot. "I'm so full," she explains, trying her best to keep her grip on her thighs when all she wants to do is rock her hips down against the toy that's inside of her. "'m so full but I want more, please move it."

And with that, Harry wastes no more time going slow, pulling it out until just the tip is inside of her before slamming it back in, all while gauging her reaction still. This unveils the loudest moan he's ever heard from her, and he sees one of her hands let go of her leg to aide him in pushing the toy in and out of her. So he picks up the pace, and when he feels like she can handle it, he brings his free hand up to begin quickly rubbing at her sensitive clit.

“Please, don’t stop. Feels so good,” she’s nearly screaming now, each word laced with a whiny undertone.

“Know you’re close, angel. You can let go for me. I’ve got you,” he coaxes, watching her eyes roll back into her head as both her stomach and pussy clench impossibly hard, not stopping the movement of his hand with the toy. A few moments later he sees and feels some clear liquid start to come out of her and onto his hand and even up his arm, making him nearly lose the grip on his toy.

But he doesn’t let go, he actually grips it even tighter before pushing it as deep as it will go, and that’s when YN stops breathing. He holds it there for a few seconds until she squeals and starts to tap at his hand, only then does he pull out. The moment the toy is completely out of her, the longest and most powerful stream by far squirts from her, a loud cry of ecstasy leaving her lips.

More of his arm is wet now, as well as some of his chest and her stomach from the intense stream that left her body. She is completely spent before him, her arms letting go of her shaking legs, causing them to lay out beside her, bent at the knees in a butterfly position. Harry notices that she’s practically passed out before him, and seeing her so absolutely spent from him just using toys on her, it completely ruins him and begins to ruin his boxers.

A painful whine leaves his lips as he finally frees himself from the confines of his boxers and begins to stroke himself. It takes all but four good strokes for him to let out a grunt of pleasure as he paints her messy cunt with his cum. His stomach is clenching and unclenching almost painfully as he empties his balls all over her pussy. Some spurts even land on her stomach and thighs, his strokes erratic.

When he’s finally done, he pulls his hand away from his now softened and aching cock with a wince, taking a moment to catch his breath before he’s climbing out of the bed and heading to the bathroom. Flipping the light on, he begins his search for the softest washcloth he can find, and when he does he runs it under the tap for a few moments. Once the warm water soaks the towel, wrings it out before making his way to his sleepy girl, still in the spot he left her in.

He’s very careful with cleaning her up, but still making sure none of their mess is left on her skin before he’s running to the kitchen to grab some water, gently waking her up. “Cmon, pretty girl. Up you get. Need to get some fluids in you,” he whispers, helping her sit up against the headboard.

She does so begrudgingly, a sleepy whine leaving her lips as he holds the cold water to it and helps her drink. Only able to finish about half, her head falls back against the headboard in exhaustion before she feels an arm grab beneath both of her legs and another on her back. Harry’s gently lifting her up so they can head to the guest room, not wanting her to sleep in the mess they’ve made of the bed.

YN is barely registering his actions, and her mind is still fuzzy as he tucks her in there with a sweet kiss on her forehead before slipping out to go clean up her bedroom. By the time he’s got everything all cleaned and returns to the guest room, YN is deep into her slumber, soft snores leaving her swollen lips. Turning the light off, Harry softly closes the door behind him before climbing into bed with her and taking her in his arms, falling asleep.

~

it’s literally been over a year i’m sorry

[larryfanficwriter98]

Chapter Twenty One

-Fake It Until You Make It Real-

"Okay I think we have the holidays finally organized." Harry said as he flopped back onto the sofa beside Louis.

"What's the final verdict then?" Louis asked having given up trying to organize everything three days ago.

"The twenty third my family is coming down to do Christmas then we will leave Christmas eve morning to spend the day with your family for your birthday. That night we will come back and have our Christmas eve gift exchange for the kids, do Father Christmas prep, then tuck them into bed. After that we will do any last-minute things, we need to do and have Christmas that morning. I'll will take Maddie to her mother's then we will have the rest of day to relax. New Year's Eve we are all heading to my family's home, your family is invited as well for the New Year's Eve party. Kid friendly until ten then the real fun begins. We'll stay there New Year's day then leave that night or the next morning depending on how we feel. Sound good?"

"I am very impressed. It won't be too much driving though, will it? London is four hours and Doncaster is one and a half."

"Nah we'll just make sure the tablets are charged for the car ride. It'll be fine I've taken the drive multiple times it goes by faster than you think."

"Okay. Are we finished Christmas shopping at least?"

"Well-"

"You are not buying a car."

"Then yes we're done." Louis looked over at Harry with narrowed eyes but he only grinned, "we got a lot of gifts for all of the kids and teenagers, our parents have gifts as well, so we just need to finish wrapping and figure out which gift Father Christmas got them and get it situated like are we wrapping it or are we putting a Santa Approved tag on it or what."

"I've done both I think the tag is more believable, but the wrapping is more fun for the kids, so it doesn't matter. Does Maddie still believe in Father Christmas?"

"She's questioning it but so far she believes it still. Mostly because everything she's asked for from Father Christmas has actually shown up here and not at her mothers. She's asked when she was younger if I was Father Christmas, I thought she was too young to not have that magic still, so I told her no. If she asks again, I'll probably tell her the truth away from Freddie. She's old enough to understand, I think. I didn't believe obviously so being able to give that to her is great."

"I couldn't imagine a Christmas as a kid without it." Louis said shaking his head.

"Our gifts were usually secondhand clothes, shoes, a nice new coat, or a few more extra food items. My first Christmas with a ton of presents was an eye opener."

"Is that why you don't have a limit for gifts?"

"Kind of and also because it's Christmas. The more things they get the more they give away which means the more we can donate. If Maddie gets two of something she donates one or she give two toys away instead of one. Her birthday she has like three to five gifts from me but Christmas she doesn't get limit. I understand why a lot of families do limit though, but I just never did it. The one time a year I can spoil her rotten? Hell yeah I'm doing it."

"Anything else we need to do for the holidays?" Louis asked shifting to lay his head on Harry's lap.

"No but we do have a check list of things we need to do for the wedding."

"Hit me with it."

"Prepare photo and video list?"

"Done and sent to the photographer."

"Finalize details with vendors?"

"Done copy of the email exchange was forwarded to you two days ago."

"Is that a jab?" Harry asked looking over at hit from his checklist on his planner specifically for the wedding.

"No of course not. Continue." Harry pinched his nipple but turned back to his planner with a huff.

"Rehearsal dinner invites/texts?"

"Done. We have a group chat for that."

"Two jabs. Final fitting?"

"I have had mine and your appointment is next week. It's in our shared calendar." Harry gave him a look but otherwise didn't comment.

"Seating chart? Are we doing that?"

"It's just family and close friends I don't think we need to."

"Marriage license?"

"We have it."

"Pick up wedding rings?"

"First week of January."

"Then that's it. For now." Harry said flipping his planner closed and setting it and the pen on the end table by the sofa.

"Thank God. We're having a bachelor party together, right?" Louis asked laying his head back against the cushion.

"Yes. Me, you, and our friends. I heard Zayn mention strippers but I'm pretty sure it's for them."

Louis shook his head already knowing Zayn and Liam were planning on getting strippers just for the hell of it.

"I'll strip for you." Harry said turning to him with a grin and an eyebrow wiggle

"One track mind. Do you even have stripping attire? I'm pretty sure I'd have seen it by now."

"Attire?! I don't know if I find this teacher talk sexy or not."

"You're wrong on so many levels Harold. My point remains I'm pretty sure I'd have seen some sort of outfit in the drawers by now if you had anything remotely sexy."

"I keep it well hidden I'll have you know. Give me five minutes and I'll put on some fishnet and leather."

"I prefer my strippers with lace actually."

"I have lace."

"I don't think that's what my mother meant when she said for us to finish any last-minute things we need to do while she took Freddie for the night."

"We're almost newlyweds surely she knows where the night will end up at with no kids in the house." Louis rolled his eyes grinning as he pushed himself to a sitting position, "Besides who wouldn't want all of this." Harry said waving his hand down himself making Louis laugh.

"Me now that you've done that. How much longer on my food mister?"

"I'll go check it." Harry groaned as he pushed himself to stand then head into the kitchen. Louis heard Harry move around in the other room and the smell had him standing to follow him only a few minutes later.

"It smells amazing, and I hope you're going to tell me it's ready to eat."

"More or less just needs a few finishing touches." He walked up behind Harry and wrapped his arms around his waist as he looked over his shoulder staring down at the delicious looking chicken that Harry was topping with something green.

"What are you topping it with?"

"Basil you uncultured swine."

"You know I could say so many mean and hurtful things to you, but I won't because I'm nice."

"Coming from someone who called a teacher an uneducated 'yes man' puppet...two days ago."

"He deserved it." Harry hummed amused as he turned to face Louis, "You're lucky you're cute."

"Only cute?"

"Sometimes you're rather dashing...but at the moment cute works." Harry grinned as he leaned in brushed his nose with Louis' before brushing their lips together.

"Sometimes I look at you I realize we only met three months ago, and it honestly shocks me."

"It's only been three months? No...it's been longer than that." Louis was sure that it has been longer than three months as he pulled away from Harry to do his own math, but he kept getting to the same number, "That's crazy." Louis said shocked that it has only been three months of knowing Harry.

"I know. I'm glad I'm not the only one that is completely floored by the revelation."

"I'd have used realization in that sentence."

"Well I used revelation it's the same thing Lewis."

"It is not Harold. Realization and Revelation are different. Realization is the act of figuring out or becoming aware while Revelation is the act or revealing or disclosing."

"Yes and I revealed to you that it was only three months."

"That is not- we're not doing this Harry." Louis said shaking his head, "I'm not arguing with someone who still writes like my son." Harry's jaw dropped before he laughed

"Emotional Abuse is a real thing Lewis."

"It's about to Physical if you keep it up." Louis said grinning as he leaned in to press a quick kiss to Harry's cheek. Harry scrunched his face at him before he leaned over and pressed a kiss against his lips.

"Anyway tonight is our last night alone together for quite sometime why not enjoy it with some wine and a movie and maybe I'll put on my lace afterwards. If you're nice to me." Louis grinned hitting Harry with the closest thing near him which happened to be a paper towel roll.

"I'll get you some plates." Louis stepped over to the cabinets and pulled down two large plates handing them over to Harry then he grabbed silverware and wine glasses as he asked, "So does this dish have a ridiculous name that is definitely made up or did you not name it?"

"It in fact does have a name it's called Marry Me Chicken."

"That is definitely made up."

"It is not. Google it."

"Oh, I will. I will google this recipe while you're stripping for me in your lace later."

"No phones allowed when I'm performing, I'm afraid."

"What a shame. I was going to record you too." Harry laughed as he threw a piece of potato at him that Louis expertly dodge.

"Come on let's go watch a movie grab the wine, will you?" Louis grabbed the wine that was on the counter then followed Harry to the basement where the larger TV was for game nights with the boys and movie night. The sofa down here was extra comfy as well with dozens of places to put a drink and plates at.

"What do we want to watch?"

"Anything except romance please. One more romantic holiday movie and I'm actually going to throw myself off the roof."

"So....Gremlins?"

"Gremlins?"

"You said not a romance and it's a classic."

"Fine, but only because I want to know why you consider this a Christmas classic."

"I have a very compelling argument that will convince you of it being a holiday classic by the end of the movie. Just wait and see."

Louis settled on the couch as Harry got the movie started then he settled in beside him. He pulled Louis' feet into his lap and made his legs into a table as the movie started.

"Alright first argument it's Christmas time-"

"Very observant Harold."

"Keep it up and we're having sex until that attitude is gone. Food be damned."

****

"So?" Harry asking two hours later as Louis finished laughing

"You've convinced me. Unfortunately."

"Told you I would." Louis shook his head as he grabbed their plates and empty wine glasses, "I can do that."

"So can I. Stay I'll only be a minute."

"Fine, but only because I'm too comfortable to protest." Louis headed up the stairs to the kitchen and made sure to put all the dishes into the dish washer after putting away what was left of the dinner. Once the dishwasher was started, he headed back down to find Harry laid out on the couch clicking through their options, so he made himself comfortable on top of Harry, laying his head on Harry's chest.

"What are you looking for?"

"Nothing in particular. I'm not tired at the moment, are you?"

"Not yet, how about we move this cuddle session to the bedroom and just relax in bed though."

"That means I have to get up though."

"I'll be naked."

"I am suddenly very motivated."

Louis laughed as he stood up and helped Harry off the couch. They turned everything off and double checked the locks as they went, the dogs following them straight up the stairs and to the bedroom. Bear laid on the loveseat in the bedroom while Gizmo tried to lay on the bed straight away which Louis stopped. They were allowed on the bed once he was asleep, no sooner.

"Sorry Gizzy." Harry whispered to the Great Dane as they undressed and climbed under the covers, "You're so mean to the poor thing."

"The poor can damn well wait for me to fall asleep before he plasters himself to my body." Louis grumbled as he cuddled into Harry's warm body, "Now put something on and hold me."

"Come here." Harry held him close as he put on a random show and turned the volume down. Harry snuggled down into the blankets and rubbed his hands over his body until they settled one around his shoulders and the other holding his ass.

"Seriously?"

"Hey, you knew what you were getting when you suggested naked cuddling. I get to hold the cheek without complaint. It's in the vows." Louis huffed as he snuggled in deeper breathing in his scent, "Comfy?"

"mmm."

"Warm?"

"Mmm."

"Sex?"

"No."

"It was worth a shot." Harry said chuckling as he kissed his forehead, "I've got you. Go to sleep."

"You're just so warm. I can't help myself."

"I'm glad I could be here as your heater. No where else I'd rather be."

********

Harry was woken up in the pitch-black room by a loud annoying buzzing coming from his bedside table. Groaning Harry reached out and answered the call praying that it wasn't the hospital.

"Hello?" Harry asked quietly as he rolled out of bed so he didn't wake Louis.

"Harry? Oh I'm sorry for calling. It's just Freddie had a bad dream and is demanding to go home so I compromised and asked if a phone call would work instead. Do you mind?"

"What? Oh no of course not. Put him on the phone I'll see what I can do." Harry headed to the closet as he heard Jay mumbling on the other line.

"Daddy Harry?"

"Hey kiddo. What's the matter?"

"I wanna come home."

"Yeah? Okay. Tell me what's wrong first won't you?"

"I had a bad dream and I just want to come home...Nana says she can't take me home right now, but can you come and get me? Please Daddy."

"Of course, I can baby. Put Nana on the phone okay?"

"Okay."

"I'm sure he'll fall back to sleep in no time don't worry about it Harry. Not my first bad dream I had to take care of." Jay said and Harry didn't doubt that she definitely had it covered, but Freddie had asked to come home and even if the hour and a half drive came out to be a waste Harry was still going to do it.

"It's not a problem Jay. I told Freddie I would come and get him no matter the time of night no matter the drive if he ever wanted to come home. I'll just slip my shoes on and I'll be on my way to get him."

"Oh, it's really not worth the drive Harry. I'm sure once we end the call he'll be asleep within minutes." Harry hesitated as he was pulling a pair of socks on but took a relaxing breath and continued on with his plan.

"I know you can take care of him and bad dreams without a problem, but Freddie is asking to come home which means he is clearly not uncomfortable at the moment there and even if the drive ends up with him staying there with you until morning, I will feel more comfortable coming and giving him the option. Freddie is expressing the want to leave and come home where he is more comfortable and as his parent it's my responsibility to do just that. So I am going to come to get him, tell him I'm on my way there and I'll be there in less than two hours." Harry ended the call quickly then left the closet and looked at Louis still fast asleep in bed. He walked over to the bedside table and hesitated. He wanted to just write a quick note to Louis, but Louis had already told him if it regarded the kids he wanted to be woken up. He stood there for a moment before he sighed and walked to Louis' side of the bed.

"Louis." Harry gently woke him with a light shake to his shoulder.

"What? You don't work go back to sleep." Louis grumbled, "Where are you going at...three in the morning? Your side piece's house? This is where it begins? It's not even a year in yet you home wrecker."

"If I was trying to sneak out I wouldn't have woken you up silly. Your mom called. Freddie had a bad dream and he wants to come home so I'm going to go get him." That woke him up far faster than breakfast in bed did which Harry was honestly a little surprised at. Louis was suddenly sitting up and rubbing the sleep from his face.

"What?"

"Freddie wants to come home after a bad dream."

"Okay...yeah...alright let's uh- let me find my shoes and-"

"You can stay here."

"No I'm coming with you." Harry grabbed Louis' slipper by the bed and handed them to him then also grabbed a pair of joggers and a sweater, "Thanks."

"I'll get the car ready." Giving Louis a quick kiss to his forehead Harry turned and left the bedroom with the keys in his hand.

It was less than ten minutes later when they were on the road to Louis' mothers. Louis had Freddie's favorite blanket, pillow, and Patches in the backseat with the heat on so they were warm. He also had a blanket for himself as he rode in the passenger seat on the phone with his mother who had called him a few minutes ago.

"No mom it doesn't matter he is asking to come home, so we are coming to pick him up- No- No mom I- I know he has had nightmares over there before, but he has never asked to come home before- NO- Okay you know what I'm ending this call. No I love you mom but this is a boundary I have had with my child for as long as he left my house. I told you multiple times if he ever wanted to come home I would get him no matter what. I love - Put Freddie on the phone. Hey squirt...yeah baby we're on our way...okay kid love you buh-bye sweetie." Louis ended the called with a deep breath then he promptly silenced it and looked at him, "I love her, I do and she is an amazing mother and grandmother but that woman I swear sometimes-"

"Don't. It's just a new parenting boundary that grandparents just don't understand. It's new and it's affecting her for the first time. She's bound to try to push the boundary."

"I know but why can't she just accept it. I remember asking to go home during sleepovers and when she didn't get me I felt so uncomfortable for the rest of the night and I could never fall back to sleep."

"She'll learn. The first time is always hard, but if he ever asks again it'll be easier you'll see."

The hour and a half drive went by faster than usual due to the empty streets and calming ride. They got to the house just shy of four thirty and was met with a wide awake Freddie all ready to leave. Harry gathered him in his arms and took him to the running vehicle his Louis talked with his mother for a few minutes. Jay came out and kissed Freddie goodbye then they were back on the road again getting home as the sun was beginning to rise and Freddie was fast asleep in the car. They laid him down in their bed and fell asleep cuddling him between them as a family.

[ihavedeclaredwaronthemoonxx]

god gives his toughest battles (obsessions with uk men) to his strongest soldiers (lesbian teenagers)

[whitemancumslut]

Save A Heart or Two…

Summary: Y/n is the newest doctor at Los Angeles Medical, where she recently received a job offer. Prior to starting her new job, she had a spent the night with Harry Styles, after a late night at a bar. That morning, she left him and never spoke to him again. 2 weeks later, her first day of work, she is surprised to discover that Harry is a doctor at her hospital. This unexpected twist adds an interesting dynamic to their professional relationship. Y/n must navigate working alongside someone with whom she shares a complicated history.

Content Warning: This story contains sexual and dark themes. Minors DNI. (18+) Co-Workers relationship, mentions cheating, drug use, alcohol consumption, intercourse, f/m masturbation, mentions of blood, wounds, medical terms used to best of knowledge!

[violetsandfluff]

Broken Ring

“They won’t have to cut it off, right?” you whimpered, feeling your lower lip tremble as you gazed forlornly at the glistening gem on your ring finger. Your doctor assured you that swelling in hands and feet was common during pregnancy, but it still shocked you when you couldn’t wiggle your ring past your knuckle.

You called Harry in a panic, explaining tearfully that the ring was stuck on your finger.

“I’ll be home in thirty,” he consoled you. “Put some ice on it ‘til I get back, okay? Don’t worry about it, lovie. It will all work out.”

You followed his instructions, icing your inflamed finger diligently until he got home. Paying such close attention to your ring brought you back to the day Harry had proposed to you.

The sunlight streaming through the trees overhead and the sound of the water lapping at the shore was permanently etched in your mind. Harry had been so young, only twenty years old at the time of his proposal. Now he was almost thirty, and proud to be expecting his first child.

“I didn’t expect you to be home so soon,” you sniffled as he walked into the kitchen, scooping you out of your chair and into his lap.

“Neither did the cops,” he joked. “Let’s see your little finger. Did the ice help?”

You removed the wad of ice and soaked washcloths from your hand only to find your finger more swollen and purple than you had left it.

“Ouch,” Harry said softly, tracing his finger over the bruised skin. “It’s hot to the touch, dove. Is it painful to touch?”

You shook your head slowly, a wave of tears threatening to spill out of your eyes and onto your cheeks.

“Try to twist it off,” he suggested. “Slowly, gently, like a Chinese finger trap.”

You tried to twist the ring off fruitlessly, every ounce of hope in your body dwindling. Harry’s face twisted in dismay as it became obvious that the ring wasn’t budging.

He tried oiling the skin, icing it more, and even wrapping it with dental floss, but nothing could help the ring over your swollen knuckle.

You had never dreamed that the ring you grew to love and treasure so much would meet its end at the mercy of a jewelry saw at urgent care. It was of utmost importance to you because of all of the memories it held. Now it was just a severed stone and band in the bottom of a clear Ziplock bag that you gripped as if your life depended on it.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Harry murmured into your hair as you clutched the accessory to your chest and leaned into him for solace. “I’ll buy you another ring, whichever one you want.”

“But…” you stuttered, “it’s not the same.”

“You can keep this forever,” Harry said. “We can get the diamond changed into a necklace or even put on a different band.”

“It feels like a broken promise,” you argued. “I’m never without my wedding ring.”

“All you need is right here,” Harry finalized, tapping your chest ever so slightly. “You’ve got every part of me right there, forever and always.”

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[atlafan]

Yes yes plz!! What about a holiday blurb of doctorry and patient y/n during the holidays? He is her doctor on Xmas or NYE 🧐 thoughts?

I sort of missed answering prompts???? Thanks for sending this in, I hope you like it! I ended up going with NYE

Warnings: mentions of blood, clumsiness, and smut!

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Y/N isn't normally one to complain. Any time she thinks to, "Kim, there are people that are dying", swarms through her head.

The night started off so promising. Y/N was headed to a friend's part for NYE. Her friend's apartment has a great view of the fireworks. She was also excited because her friend said a very cute guy that Y/N should definitely meet would be attending. Not that Y/N is shallow, but when her friend said the man in question was a doctor, well, Y/N got a little giddy.

She was all dressed up and ready to go. A sequin dress, dark tights, and heels accompanied with a bold red lipstick. She was feeling good. A few friends thought it would be fun to pregame before going to the party. Just a few shots with the girlies, nothing crazy. Y/N was nervous to meet the doctor, so she had no qualms with pregaming.

Except, on the way to the party, since she was a little tipsy, Y/N stripped and fell on the sidewalk. Why they didn't just take an Uber, she'll never know. Her friends laughed until they saw Y/N's face. Her lips busted open and it's bleeding, her tights ripped at her knees, and one of them was gushing blood. And on top of all that, one of her heels broke. Her friends scooped her up, ordered an Uber, and took her to the emergency room.

Her knees were stinging, her lip was throbbing, and she;s just noticing how scraped up her palms are. She's trying to keep cool in front of her friends. This is a huge delay in their plans, and she feels terrible that it's because of her. Not to mention, what if the cute doctor guy ends up talking to some other girl because Y/N is stuck at the hospital.

One of the nurses gave her a compress to keep against the knee that was heavily bleeding while one of her friends helped fill out some forms.

"Guys, go on ahead to the party," she told them, "I'll be fine."

"We're not leaving you, Y/N. It's not even 9PM, we have plenty of time to get to Francesca's." One of her friends said.

"Y/N Y/L/N?" A nurse says her name blandly, no urgency, just annoyance in her tone.

"That's me." Y/N says, and stands up. One of her friends is ready to go with her, but the nurse holds up her hand.

"Just the patient, unless you're family. We still have some COVID procedures here."

Y/N followed the nurse into a small room where she took her vitals. Y/N was still actively bleeding from her knee and lip, but the nurse didn't seem to care, or think it was that big of a deal.

"Alright, the doctor should be in shortly." The nurse and leaves the room before Y/N can ask any questions.

It takes ten minutes until she hears a knock on the door and the doctor comes in.

"Hi, sorry. I was halfway out the door when they asked me to stay, so I had to get back into my scrubs and..." The doctor looks at Y/N who is now sobbing. She's been silently crying for about five minutes, but now the floodgates are open. "You must be in a lot of pain." He sits on the stool and scoots over to her. "Let's take a look at that knee."

"I'm s-sorry." She cries. "I ruined my own night, my friends' night, and now yours." She hiccups, then hisses when the doctor takes the compress off her knee.

"You didn't ruin my night, don't worry." He gets up and puts some gloves on, then grabs the necessary items needed to clean the wound. "This'll sting a little. Feel free to grab my shoulder or something if you need something to hold onto."

"Do you think I'll need stitch-ow!" Out of instinct, she presses his chest with her foot and pushes him back. "What the hell?!"

"I told you it would sting." He looks down at his scrubs that now have a wet footprint on it. "Where are your shoes?"

"In the lobby with my friends. One of my heels broke, so I just walked without them. And that was more than a sting! That was, like, a bee sting, much worse than a regular sting."

"Your skin's probably just raw. What even happened, how did you get like this?"

"I tripped and fell. Ah!" This time she grabs onto his hair and tugs hard as he continues to clean up her knee.

The doctor takes a deep breath and removes Y/N's hand from his head. "I said you could grab my shoulder."

"It hurts!"

"I have to cut your stockings a bit so I can get a look at your entire knee." He scoots back, grabs scissors, then scoots back to her. "I hope you weren't attached to these."

"They're ruined anyways. Go on, cut away."

"So, what'd you trip on?"

"Myself." She groans. "We were leaving a pregame before heading to a party at my friend's apartment."

"Ah, been there." He stretches the material until it tares. He can see how swollen Y/N's knee is. "This swelled up like a cantaloupe, no wonder it hurts so much. Did you land right on the cap?"

"Yeah, and then I skidded." She wipes under her eyes and pouts. "I must look like a racoon."

"You don't." He looks up at her briefly. "You won't need stitches, but you need some skin glue and a bandage. I'll take care of this first, then we can take care of your lip. It looks like it's clotted, so you're not bleeding now."

"Okay." She sighs and slumps a little. "You never told me your name."

"Oh! Sorry." He squeezes the glue onto his gloved finger and puts it on the wound. "I'm Dr. Styles."

"Styles? Is...is your first name Harry?"

"Yeah." He's busy concentrating on closing her wound, so he doesn't see the horrified look on her face. He puts the bandage over it and presses it firmly.

"This wasn't how I was supposed to meet you." She slides her hands down her face.

"We were supposed to meet?" He looks up at her, confused.

"Yes, I'm Y/N Y/L/N...my friend, who's having the party I was going to, was supposed to set us up tonight."

"Your Francesca's friend Y/N?" He smiles. "That's crazy. I was on my way to the party when they told me to stay and help you. Guess it was fate, one way or another."

"I'm a mess..."

"You had an accident." He chuckles and stands up once her knee is secure. He grips her chin to get a better look at her lip. "Top lip's the one that's busted. You're swollen here too. I'll give you some ice in a bit."

"Does it need a stitch?"

"Nope, but I'll put some glue on it so it can heal a little faster. I'm gonna clean this up. It shouldn't hurt like your knee, but it'll still sting." He gets a cotton pad wet with some alcohol, "Now that I know we were technically supposed to be on a blind date tonight, feel free to tug at my hair all you want." He smirks, and Y/N's cheeks redden.

"Jesus!" She hisses as he cleans up her lip.

"You're kind of a baby." He dabs at her lip a few more times, then gets some glue onto his gloved finger. "What do you do for work?"

"I am a baby, I'll admit it. I have a very low tolerance for pain. I'm in IT, I work for that Norton company, the one that protects your computer from malware."

"Wow, that's a huge company. Good for you. Do you, like, code, or...?"

"Sort of. I basically figure out how hackers hack so I can build a stronger code that hackers can't hack."

"You know, while you were talking, I finished taking care of your lip. Guess you're someone that needs a distraction."

"Yeah, guess so. Um, thank you."

"You're welcome." He sits back down on the stool and just looks at her. "I have a sort of wild idea. You're pretty banged up and don't have shoes, and I'm honestly not a fan of huge parties. So, what if I take you home so you can change into something more comfortable, I'll order us some takeout, then we can go back to mine to watch the fireworks. I have a decent view, might even be better than Francesca's."

"I kicked you, screamed, and almost ripped your hair out, and you still want to spend the night together?"

"Y/N, I'm gonna be completely honest, if we weren't at my place of work, I'd lock the door and rip your tights open in a much more private area."

"Oh." Her heart starts racing. "Well, uh, considering that I won't be able to get on my knees tonight, I guess you'll have to."

Harry grins and stands up. "I'm gonna let the nurse know you're all set so you can check out. Wait for me out front in the lobby. I just need to change and grab my stuff. I'm parking in the hospital's garage."

"Alright."

Once Y/N is back with her friends, she tells them everything and lets them know they can leave and that she'll check in throughout the night.

Harry drives Y/N home in a comfortable silence. She was grateful Harry wasn't talking her ear off. She just wanted to focus on pressing the ice pack he gave her to her knee.

"I'd offer to go up with you, but I really want to make it to my place." He tells her.

"No worries. I won't be long. I'm just gonna grab a different pair of shoes and throw some sweats into a bag. I can just change when we get there."

"Works for me."

Y/N goes as quickly as she can to get up to her apartment, grab what she needs, and get back down to Harry's care. In reality, it was barely ten minutes.

Harry pulls up to his building about twenty minutes later, and hands his keys to the valet.

"Oh, so you're like, rich, rich." Y/N jokes.

"You live in a nice building too." Harry laughs. "I like knowing my car is safe in the building's garage, and it's so easy to hand the keys to the valet. "Our takeout will be brought up to my door. I got tons of different Chinese food. Does that work?"

"Chinese food is perfect."

They head into the elevator and ride up to Harry's floor. He leads her into his condo and gets her a glass of water.

"This is a great place." She tells him.

"Thanks, I like it a lot."

"And there's your view, your couch is in the perfect spot." Y/N goes over to it and sits down. Harry sits down next to her. He puts his arm around her shoulders.

"Is this okay?" He asks softly.

"Yeah." Her eyes flit to his lips. "How am I supposed to kiss you with my busted lip?"

"Your bottom lip isn't busted." He reaches with his free hand and presses his thumb into it. "Wanna give it a try?"

"Yes." She nods and lets her eyes flutter closed.

Harry's lips gently takes Y/N's bottom lip between them. The tip of his tongue swipes over it before giving it a little suck. He pulls back to look at her. "Okay?"

"Yeah, do it again." She slides her arms around his neck and pulls him close.

Y/N parts her lips and licks into Harry's mouth. He moans softly against her and grips her jaw. They both sink into it a little more, but Y/N whimpers and pulls back.

"This is so annoying." She frowns. "It hurts too much."

"How's your neck feel?"

"Fine, why?"

"Can I kiss you there?"

"Yes." She nods. "And I work from home, so you can leave marks."

"You get better by the second." He grinned and leaned forward to start kissing on her neck.

He licks up the side and nips at the spot just under her earlobe. Y/N slides her fingers into Harry's hair and moans as his teeth graze her skin.

"Can't handle an alcohol wipe to a wound, but you're panting like a dog from getting your neck bitten." He smirks. "Interesting."

"I'm a very complex person."

"I can see that." He looks down between them, then back up at her. "Can I go down on you?"

"What?!" She laughs. "Why, so you can do it for two seconds and pretend like you did me a huge favor just to get your dick wet?"

"Um, no, because I like it and I want to taste you and make you feel good."

"Be serious."

"I am." He puts his hand on her shoulder and lays her down. "Let me prove it."

"Be my guest." She opens her legs. "Rip them like you said you would have."

Harry rucks up the skirt of Y/N's dress and gets a grip on the crotch of her tights. He rips them easily and is delighted to see her bare cunt. He spits down onto it and puts his mouth on her, sucking his spit back in, then spitting it into her. He drags his tongue up her clit and swirls the tip of his tongue around it. He spreads her legs wider, pressing his large hands into her thighs. He moans as he sucks on her clit, and moans harder when he feels her fingers suddenly tugging at his roots.

He brings his tongue back down to her opening and licks inside, sucking on her entire pussy. Y/N moans and writhes under him, feeling squirmy and hot and good. His tongue curls up against her spongey front wall and he brings his thumb to her clit to rub on.

"Oh, shit." She gasps and arches her back. "Fuck, just like that, don't stop." Her head moves from side to side and her hips roll towards Harry's mouth. She tugs on his hair and pushes his face harder against her. He moans and chuckles lowly into her, eating her sloppily without a care in the world. "I'm getting close." She mewls. "Please, don't stop. Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, dddddohhhhhh my god!" She comes around his tongue in waves, grinding herself down against him.

Harry pulls back just a touch, licking and sucking over Y/N's folds, then brings himself to hover over her. He pecks her lips. His nose squishes to her and they both smile. The doorbell rings and they both sit up.

"That's the food." Harry says.

"Great. I bet it's piping hot."

"Definitely."

"So, it'll need time to cool down." She stands up with him. "Maybe we could continue this in your bedroom to pass the time?"

And that's how Y/N ended up missing the fireworks at Francesca's party. She missed them at Harry's as well, but that was only because he was fucking into her so deeply that he was able to give her a vaginal orgasm. 2024 is going to be a great year, she can feel it.

[musicforastylesrestaurant]

Their Beating Hearts. (on hold!)

doctor!harry x patient!reader.

all (y/n) ever heard growing up, was that when she’s an adult, she’s going to find her Prince Charming, there going to get married and that they are going to live happily ever after.

so when she met corey barlowe, she thought that this was her forever, but turns out, it wasn’t, and she was stuck with him until she had the guts to leave him…if she ever had the guts to.

after getting admitted to the hospital, that’s where she meets dr.harry styles, a clinical lead at the royal london hospital, where he treats her for her injuries and that’s where they both think there relationship will end.

that is until she keeps coming back, this time with a totally different injury, and that’s when he makes it his life’s mission to find out the issue and get answers out of her.

it’s also where a relationship blooms and where one runs dry.

authors note - this is my first series of the new year, and one i am so excited to write for all of you, it’s going to cover some dark topics, so if you don’t think you’ll be able to read this, then i recommend that you skip this altogether.

your mental health is better then reading a silly fan fiction. please remember that !!

⚠️ trigger warnings !! ⚠️

mentions of domestic abuse,

mentions of hospitals,

vulgar language,

sexual content,

mentions of suicidal thoughts.

if i have missed any warnings, then please let me know !!

chapter one. [ 27.01.2024. ]

in which, your a patient of doctor styles, and even though he’s supposed to be a professional, his attraction towards you blooms when he can’t seem to get you out of his head, but there’s a few problems that seem to be in his way.

chapter two. [02.03.2024.]

in which, your trying to live a normal life as much as you can, but when you bump into the handsome doctor again, and realise he’s got questions, questions that you can’t answer and thats when you realise just how much your longing for that perfect fairy tale ending.

[jediwizard]

Percy Jackson TV show is coming. All the Persassy memes are flooding back. Hunger games movie is gonna hit theaters. David Tennant is back for the 60th Anniversary special. A Loki show, mainly centralizing on Loki himself? A new Harry Potter TV show is in the works. 1989 Taylor's version, and she's extremely popular again. A new Maze Runner prequel book. We got a Supernatural prequel last year, and now there are rumors about a Supernatural sequel/s16. The Game of Thrones show, House of Dragons came out last year. Taylor and Harry reunion at the 2023 Grammys. Who the hell summoned 2014 tumblr?

[harryyskiwii]

Summary: You end up in hospital with suspected endometriosis and Harry is the doctor on hand to help you.

Pairing: Doctor!Harry x Reader

Word count: 2,988

A/N: this was a request from a follower who suffers with endometriosis, from researching this topic I've released what a horrible condition this is and I hope I've done it justice! Hope you enjoy. As always, feel free to send in any requests!

Ever since you were 14 years old, you had suffered terribly with your periods. It would start with pain in your lower back, then the sickness would hit, then the intense cramping and your periods would be so heavy you had to change tampons every 30-60 minutes.

Despite multiple visit to the doctors, everyone assured you it was normal. You knew it wasn't normal, your friends never suffered as badly on their periods, they never had to cancel pains because of pain and they weren't sick because of stomach cramping.

It wasn't just when you were on your period you would have these symptoms. The back ache, the cramps were part of your daily life for most days of the month. Taking painkillers twice a day had become normal for you.

No doctor had ever taken you seriously, always claiming “it’s not uncommon for women to have cramps on their period” which enraged you more and more each time a doctor told you this.

You weren’t stupid, of course women suffered from cramps with their periods but your cramps were unlike anything you had read was normal. Your periods were more than just heavy, you would pass out on the first day you were on because of the amount of blood loss.

Despite previously advocating for yourself and asking for further tests as you'd always suspected it was endometriosis but your doctor refused as there 'wasn't enough evidence of the disease', funnily enough, your doctor was an old man in his 60's.

Tonight was one of those nights where you were having a severe flareup. You were doubled over in bed with pain, you had thrown up 3 times and your flow was the heaviest its been in a long time. You had already taken 4 ibuprofen over the course of 4 hours and it wasn't touching the pain.

You moved into the bathroom where you were you were sick another 2 times and you started to feel dizzy and lightheaded. This usually never ended well when you felt like this. You knew this wasn't good so you called your friend, Sophie to ask her to grab you some anti-sickness tablets from the shops and to come over to help you.

When she arrived, she only had to look at you to realise it was serious this time. "Y/N, we need to get you to the hospital"

"No Sophie I'll be fine I promise" you let out a scream in pain but you were not going to the hospital for another doctor to tell you it was "just period pains again".

"Y/N you can barely look at me or stand up without screaming in pain"

"Sophie please" you winced in pain as another shooting pain went up your abdomen. It felt like it was on fire.

"I'm really worried about you, if you won't go for you, go for me. I'll drive you. What if it's something serious?"

Another wave of nausea and intense pain made you give in and nod to her in agreement. She helped you get up and changed into leggings and a sports bra and into the car.

The sickness had stopped thankfully but the pain felt like it was intensifying with every minute that passed, so much so you were now in tears as Sophie drove to the hospital.

When you arrived, it was an agonising 2 hour wait in A&E until a nurse called your name. She asked questions about your symptoms and you explained you suspected you had endometriosis. She did some basic tests, gave you some more pain medication and left to get the doctor.

When the doctor came, he repeated the same questions, did an examination and ultrasound of your stomach and ordered you some stronger medication. "Your stomach feels completely normal, your blood pressure is high but that's most likely due to the pain and your temperature is raised slightly as is your heart rate. I'll give you some morphine through an IV which should help reduce the pain and some paracetamol for the high temperature. I've ruled out appendicitis, gallstones and a stomach ulcer so I'm going to ask the Consultant Gynaecologist to come and examine you further as it does sound like you're experiencing symptoms of endometriosis"

Finally someone who understood, but apparently it was a busy Thursday night in Gynaecology as it was 3 hours before anyone from that department came to see you.

"Hi, I'm Harry Styles I'm the consultant Gynaecologist this evening, Y/n isn't it?" a doctor in navy blue scrubs with tattoos down his right arm said to you, as he walked through the door with a clipboard.

The first thing you noticed about him was how attractive he was, and his hair. It was dark brown and was clipped back with a black claw clip, he had a slight moustache but you could tell it had recently been trimmed as it looked almost too neat but it made him even hotter. This was not the time or the place to be looking for your next boyfriend, the pain in your abdomen reminded you why you were here in the first place.

"oh hi, yeah I'm y/n. Nice to meet you Dr Styles"

He grabbed a seat and brought it next to you and sat down on it, well, more like straddled on it which made you feel some kind of way. "Please, call me Harry. Nice to meet you y/n, I hear you're not doing too well. What's been going on?"

You told him all your symptoms and how long they had been going on for, to which he wrote some things down. He looked concerned as you went through them, raising an eyebrow at the more worrying signs like the fainting spells and extreme heavy periods.

"Why haven't they sent you for further tests? "he asked once you had finished giving him your history. He looked concerned which gave you hope that he might actually be willing to help you.

"My doctor says it's normal, I've tried to push for more tests but he says all women get cramps on their period"

He rolled his eyes before realising you had seen him do it "Sorry that's unprofessional of me, it’s just frustrating when healthcare professional dismiss issues like this, but don't worry Y/N, we'll get to the bottom of it for you" he smiled reassuringly at you.

He seemed genuine, kind and empathetic, something while previous doctors haven't been to you.

"Do you mind if I do a quick exam? I know you're in pain right now so I'll be as gentle as I can" he asked and you nodded. He got up and sanitised his hands before asking you to lift up your top to reveal your stomach.

You felt a little anxious as he rubbed his hands together to spread the sanitiser on his hands "Sorry my hands might be cold" he smiled warmly to you which revealed his perfect white teeth that made you blush a little.

“I’m just going to lightly press on a few areas, let me know if anywhere is worse than others”

You winced in pain a few times as he was doing the exam, him apologising each time.

After the exam, he sat back down "I'd like to do a laparoscopy as soon as we can, it's small operation to look inside your tummy to determine what's going on. It's keyhole surgery so you wont have a a large scare. An ultrasound doesn't always pick up endometriosis as it can develop behind organs so in order for me to give you an accurate diagnosis, this would be the best way. Does that sound okay?"

"Y-yes, I guess so. Do you think it is?"

"It could be, it would explain your symptoms but as I say, I can't know for sure without having a look internally. Don't worry it won’t take long, maybe 30-45 minutes. I’ll have a good look and then depending on what I find, we can discuss the outcome once you come round. Does that sound okay?”

“Yeah that’s fine” you replied, you didn’t have much else to say, you were too overwhelmed with the whole situation.

"Good, I'll go and speak to the team and get you up to theatre within the hour. Someone will be in to talk you through everything. I know things are moving fast but I want to get to the bottom of this for you tonight" he put a hand on yours to reassure you and smiled.

He stood up to leave the room. “Do you have any questions for me?”

“What if I do have it? What happens then?” You asked.

“So as I mentioned we’ll do what’s called an exploratory laparoscopy first which is just to see what’s going on. This doesn’t involve the removal of cells or anything, however if we confirm it is endo you have, then we’ll make a plan on the best way to move forward. That might involve surgery, it might not. It just depends on what I find” he smiled at you reassuringly.

“Okay, thanks. That’s all I think” you told him.

“No problem y/n, I’ll let the team know to get you prepped and I’ll see you in a bit” Harry told you as he stepped out the room.

Sophie was holding your hand for support. You were so nervous. You had never been put under before and you weren’t sure what to expect.

“What if something happens Soph, like what if there’s a complication or something?” You turned to her, immediately panicking about going under general anaesthesia.

“you’ll be fine y/n, they’ll look after you really well and I’ll be here when you wake up. The doctor said it wouldn’t take long. It’ll just be like taking a nap” she said trying to convince you that everything would be alright. Which it would be, you trusted Dr Styles, you were just overthinking everything.

Over the next hour, various nurses came in to help you get prepped for surgery. With every passing moment, your heart rate was increasing with anxiety and before you knew it, it was time for the surgery. You said goodbye to Sophie and she wished you luck.

You were wheeled through to the theatre where you just about shit yourself with all the medical staff and equipment.

“Hey y/n, how you doing?” You heard the familiar doctors voice from before behind you.

You looked round to see Dr Styles now with a scrub cap and gown on, but still looking attractive.

“I-I’m okay” was all you managed to get out due to nerves.

“I know it’s scary being in here with everything going on but we’ll take good care of you, I promise” he smiled to you and you believed him. Just being in his presence made you feel safe.

You nodded your head and he smiled “Dr Styles you’re needed over here” a nurse called on him.

He looked back at you “I’ll let the nurses look after you now, I’ll see you when you’re awake okay? Trust me, you’ll be absolutely fine”

He smiled reassuringly to you and dashed off to wherever he needed to go and you were left feeling anxious again. The nurses helped get you ready for surgery and before you knew it, you were being put to sleep.

*A few hours later*

“Hey sweetie, you’re all done. How are you feeling?” A nurse asked you as you were coming round from the anaesthesia.

In all honesty you felt like you had been hit by a bus. You felt exhausted, nauseous and you were in pain again, which you were sure was from the surgery.

“Let me get you some water” she said, noticing your pale complexion.

You looked over and seen your friend Sophie sitting by your bedside holding your hand, she smiled at you. “You okay?” She asked and you nodded in response.

The nurse who had introduced herself as Annie handed you some water and you took a sip of it, mainly to satisfy her. You just wanted to sleep.

“Everything went well, are you in any pain and I can give you some more painkillers?”

You nodded and she gave you more medication through your IV to help.

You sat up in bed, with the help of Annie and Sophie and you felt a little better.

“D-do I have it?” You asked the nurse sheepishly.

“I’ll let the surgeon know you’re awake and he can come talk to you” was all she said with a smile before leaving the room.

You turned to Sophie “What do you think that means? Have they told you anything?”

“No they haven’t said anything to me, she probably just wants you to hear it from the doctor himself”

A few minutes later, you heard a knock on the door and seen Dr Styles popping his head in.

“Hey, can I come in?” He asked and you nodded.

“How are you feeling?” He asked closing the door for privacy behind him. He grabbed a chair and sat beside your bed with some paperwork in his hands.

“I’m okay, a little sore and tired” you told him.

“Have you had anything to help with the pain and nausea?” He asked, sounding concerned as he picked up your chart and started flicking through it.

“Yeah they’ve given me medication” his face softened into a small smile.

“Good, it should kick in soon. It’s good that you’re awake now, see I told you you would be okay!” he joked and you laughed slightly.

“I’ll get straight to it as I know you’ll be eager to hear how things went. So overall it went very smoothly, as I mentioned it was exploratory keyhole surgery just for us to have a look and see what’s going on.

When I first went in, everything looked absolutely normal which I thought might be the case because your ultra sound was clear. However, when I went a little deeper it was apparent that the cells that cause endometriosis were present behind your bladder” he paused to let you take the information in.

“The good news is, the cells have only regionalised in that one area so it's only affected the one area. It does mean you officially have a diagnoses of endometriosis and it now allows us to deal with it. How do you feel about that?” he asked.

“I’m- I can’t believe it” you stuttered, not quite believing that after all these years, someone had finally listened to you.

“I understand it’s overwhelming when you’ve been dealing with this for a number of years, it’s good news in a way because it means now you have some answers” Harry said to you.

“Yeah it is, I’m so pleased. Thank you so much for listening to me”

“It’s no trouble at all, I’m just doing my job, I’m happy to help” he smiled before continuing on.

“So the next step is to map out a sort of treatment plan, there is no direct cure for endometriosis as you may already know but there are things we can do that can relieve the symptoms. What I would highly recommend in your case is to have surgery in which we go in and remove the deposits of endometriosis. This would mean a few days recovery in hospital with continuous follow up appointments with myself for a few months but I’m almost certain that this would be the best chance for relieving your symptoms. Everyone is different but the surgery should stop your periods from being so heavy, help with the cramping and the general feeling of being unwell during your period. You don’t have to answer now, I’ve got some leaflets here on the surgery which you can read over and have a think about if it’s something you want to go ahead with or not”

“I want to do it. I’ve read online about the surgery and I want to have it” you said, not even having to think about it.

“I thought you might say that” he laughed “I legally need to explain the procedure, risks/benefits etc to you but after that if you’re happy to go ahead with it then so am I, I really think it’s your best chance”

“Yeah I want to go ahead” you confirmed.

“Okay, let me run through everything with you and then we can get a bit of a plan put together” Harry then spent the next 15 minutes explaining the ins and out and the procedure and making sure you understood the risks associated with it.

Once he was finished, he gave you some leaflets “have a read over these as well, mainly so that my arse doesn’t get kicked by management for not giving you them” he winked to you as he laid them on your bed.

“I’ll be back in to check on you in the morning and if everything looks good, you’ll be able to go home. If you need anything at all, press this button and the nurses will be able to help you. You look like you need a nap so I’m gonna go and leave you in peace. I’ll see you later”

You laughed at his comment “Thank you so much for your help, it truly means so much to me” you thanked him once again.

He smiled and winked at you before leaving the room. You blushed and felt butterflies in your stomach. Sophie winked at you once he was gone "only you would come into hospital and make a doctor wink at you" she joked and you laughed.

You couldn’t believe you had been diagnosed with endometriosis after years of advocating for yourself. It took just one understanding doctor like Harry to listen to you and help you get the diagnosis you needed and it helped that was really wasn't bad looking either.

[gurugirl]

The Doctor & the Psychopath | A check-in*

Summary: You get a visit from someone you were not ever expecting to see again.

A/n: This is a check in to The Doctor & the Psychopath. If you want to understand this check-in you'll need to read the first one shot. BUT, you can read this as a standalone if you don't want to read the darker original one shot (this check-in isn't really that dark - but it's connected to the original so by default it is...). As always, read all warnings. And I'm sorry to all you who asked for this ages ago. I've neglected my lovers of the dark but here you are, a little something just for you. 2.7k words

Warning: Smut, violent cop interaction with mention of a gun, psychopath!harry x doctor!reader

Walking into your apartment feels so good after your long day. You’ve been having many long days since your incident with Harry Styles.

Somehow you got lucky when his brother-in-law never mentioned your indiscretion and you put in a request to send a new psychiatrist to take over. And that was that.

It had been the biggest mistake of your career. It could still come back to bite you somehow. You knew it would be quite hard to explain what had happened that day. You could say you’d been coerced and manipulated but then how do you explain everything else that went with it? His brother-in-law heard you moaning Harry’s name as you came around his cock, and all that led up to it… you knew better. You were still partially at fault and if you ever lost your license for what you’d done with a subject it would be warranted.

Pouring yourself a glass of red wine and linking your Bluetooth speaker to your playlist on your phone the stress begins to wash away.

You move your hips back and forth to the music as you walk into your living room. Setting your glass down on the coffee table you unzip the back of your skirt and shimmy out of it so that you're left in your panties and silk blouse. You put your arms overhead and stretch before going to flip on the light. You pad your way across the living room and the moment the light illuminates the room, you see something from your peripheral. Someone is in your home.

You turn slowly toward the offending intruder and your eyes widen and your heart races when you make eye contact with him. He's gotten into your home somehow. You've kept up with the case. He's still on house arrest at his sister's so you know he can't be here. He's breaking the rules.

"Harry. What are you doing here?" Your mouth goes dry. This man is dangerous and he's far stronger than you are.

Harry chuckles as he swings his leg to the ground so both of his feet are flat on the floor as he stays seated in your armchair, "Just coming to see you. I missed you and you haven't answered any of my calls since you ran out on me. Broke my heart." Harry spoke in nonchalance. Of course, you hadn't broken his heart. Harry was much too cold and unbothered to like someone enough to get his heart involved. He only loved himself.

"You shouldn't be here." You speak plainly. You are worried he's going to hurt you. You look down to his left foot and notice he's still wearing his house arrest bracelet.

Harry drops his gaze to where you're looking and he kicks his leg up before settling it back down again, "Oh yeah. They're probably trying to locate me now. I've been sentenced you know. It's official. I'm going to prison for being a cop abuser. Not because of any of the women, just because of the cop. If I hadn't touched Officer whatever-his-name-is then, I'd probably be off scot-free. Don't you think, Doctor?"

You shake your head and try to calm yourself. Harry had called you night and day for two weeks after you left and had another psychiatrist take over for you. The first time you answered was because you were curious about who was calling. If it was his brother-in-law or his sister and they were giving you a heads up that they were telling people about your indiscretions.

But when you heard Harry’s voice come through the receiver and the tone he used was casual, you hung up immediately.

“If you still have that on, that means they’re going to find you. Here,” you pointed toward the floor.

Harry pushed himself up and made three long strides toward you. You backed up and looked upward at him until you were bumped up against a cabinet. Harry put his hands on the wood frame of the cabinet near your head and caged you in with his body.

“S’okay. I just wanted to say goodbye to you. Was hoping you could give me a proper sendoff,” his smirk was quite frankly maddening. But he was hot. You swallowed down your thoughts and shook your head.

“How did you find out where I live?”

Harry dipped his face next to yours and bumped his nose to your temple, “Easy. You basically told me. And then I have your phone number so a google search with your number and your name gives me an address,” his proximity was once again making your head spin. He had something that was difficult to pinpoint but it was something that turned you on. You had clearly lost your mind.

“But how did you get in here?”

Harry moved one of his hands to the side of your neck, his knuckles brushing over your skin, “Also easy. Joe downstairs let me in. Told him I was your brother and I wanted to surprise you on your birthday. He was easy to convince so he got the spare key and let me right in.”

You scoffed. Goddamn Joe. He was the nicest doorman slash security guy but that was a problem when he was letting dangerous criminals into your apartment, “You shouldn’t be here, Harry.”

Harry’s soft knuckle on your neck turned into a palm wrapped around your neck, “There you go, calling me Harry. You know what that does to me. I let it slide the first time you said my name because I imagined you were in shock when you saw me here. But to say it again, when I’m this close to you? You want me. Don’t you?”

You closed your eyes. You tried not to imagine how nice he felt when he took you on his bed at his sister's house. You dreamt of his cock after and you hated yourself for it. It was dirty and it was wrong but it was all you could think of lately when you got off.

“That’s a yes if I’ve ever heard one,” Harry squeezed the sides of your neck and moved his face so his lips were covering yours. Your body reacted before your brain had a chance and you were slipping your hands into his hair as he licked into your mouth. Harry rutted his hips into yours and it caused the cabinet to rattle behind your back.

Harry suddenly stood up straight and moved his hand from the front of your neck to the back and then pushed you toward your bedroom. You complied. What else were you going to do?

“Get on the bed,” Harry ordered and you climbed up to your bed and sat on your bottom, waiting for his next move.

Harry took his pants off and then moved over your body, pushing you down to the mattress by your neck. He had his palm over your throat when he crushed your mouth with his. You were pushed up, further onto the bed, with Harry hovering.

When he backed away from the kiss he put his fingers into the slots of your shirt buttons and began to undo them, but he was struggling to get the first one done so you brought your hands up to help him. You didn’t know why. This was wrong.

With your shirt open and your bra-covered breasts exposed, Harry pulled the cups down from your boobs and pulled your tits out. He ran his tongue over the flesh and kept looking up at you but you could do nothing but moan and close your eyes. When he began to bite you a little you jerked your head up and pushed at him but he only went in harder, making you yelp, “H… Harry!”

Harry stopped his nibbling and lifted his mouth from your nipple and shook his head, “You do want this cock. Jesus, baby. It’s coming,” he smiled down at you as he dragged a hand down your body and into your panties, pushing his fingers into your crease. He started to slowly circle your clit and then he put his mouth back on your breasts, one by one. With his other hand, he held your left leg down and groaned when he finally felt you wetting his hand.

He brought his lips down until he was at your hips and then pulled the material of your panties away from your crotch. He dipped down and kissed the top of your mound and you gasped but spread your legs to give him room. You really were losing it. Harry groped your tits as his mouth softly kissed your pussy, but then he began to lick into you and, his lips came into contact with your clit.

“Oh god…” you moaned and bucked upward into his mouth. Harry laughed but didn’t stop what he was doing to your pussy.

He pushed himself up a little and moved his hands down to hold both of your thighs down as he looked at your center, “Didn’t get the chance to taste you last time. Want more? Or are you ready for my cock now, doctor? I don’t know that we have a lot of time left, me and you.”

You turned your head and looked at the clock and squeezed your eyes closed again. Fuck this was not how you imagined tonight going down. You pulled at his arm and opened your eyes, “Fuck me, Harry.”

You wanted to feel it one last time. Harry’s big cock dipping into you. You knew he was going to go in raw again and you panted when you saw him pull out his dick from his briefs. Long and hard and just as pretty as you remembered. Harry was pretty in general, though. Harry adjusted your legs and he put himself in between your thighs, dragging his cock through your pussy lips just before he rocked forward and pushed himself in through your vaginal muscle, opening you up for him. You groaned and watched Harry’s mouth drop open.

“Better than I remember. Fuck… that’s good isn’t it?” He spoke as he began to hasten his thrusts. Little by little reaching deeper inside. Harry’s cock was long enough that it took a minute for him to get fully sheathed in you, but when it happened, when he was slipping into the hilt, you keened and moaned Harry’s name into the room. That deep ache was brutal inside of your body but Harry wasn’t going to be going gently with your pussy, you knew that. You didn’t want it gentle anyway. Not with Harry at least. Gentle could come with another man, maybe someone who was nice and who could be a good boyfriend. But Harry was not nice and he’d never be your boyfriend or your lover. Just a crazy man with a big cock who wanted to fuck you until you were drooling and coming. That’s all he wanted and that’s all you wanted.

Harry’s body was a work of art. His muscles moved and worked himself into you, his thick muscled thighs flexing and pushing him deeper and deeper into you. Harry’s hips were smacking into yours with brute force. Pat-pat-pat the sound almost in time with the music playing from your blue tooth. Harry’s breathy gasps were nice to hear. It made him seem more human. Harry was just a human deriving pleasure from your body and his noises were evidence of how good he was feeling.

You panted softly and winced each time Harry rutted his cock as far up into you as it would go. It hurt. It was poking into your cervix and you could tell you were going to be sore for a couple of days after this. Which had you smiling for some reason.

Harry readjusted your body again until he had your knees pressed into your chest and he began pressing himself down hard into you.

“Ahh! Harry! Ohhh…” you yelped. You could feel him pushing and pulling into your walls as he pounded away. You closed your eyes and let your mouth hang open wide. It hurt but it felt just like what you needed. A good hard fucking with a big long cock. Probably something you’d never experience ever again. Most guys were too scared to go so hard, and certainly, most of them weren’t as hung as Harry.

“Jesus fuck that feels good…” Harry groaned as he rocked into you.

You couldn’t form words to speak. You had your mouth dropped open and could only breathe with each heavy thrust of his prick.

Suddenly your cell phone began to ring. You turned your head and Harry’s hand came down over your neck as he yanked your face back toward him, “Pay attention to me… and my cock… that can wait,” Harry panted his words.

Soon your phone stopped ringing and Harry only went in harder and deeper until you were shrieking and trembling under him as your orgasm started to take over.

“S’right… fucking come, doctor. Yess…” Harry threw his head back when his hips got out of rhythm as he started to come inside of you.

When you heard pounding at your door just as you were moaning Harry’s name with your pussy clenching over his thick cock, Harry groaned as he spurted into you, stilling his hips. More pounding at your door as you both heaved in your breaths and came down from your orgasms.

“Harry… I have to get that. I don’t want them breaking it down,” you spoke to him as he laid heavy over your chest.

Harry pushed himself off of you and pulled out of your pussy. He held your thighs apart as he dipped down and put his tongue flat along your pussy from your entrance upward and then he let go of you and put his trousers on, a closed-mouth smirk on his face. You were quick to jump from your bed and throw on your robe. You felt Harry’s come dripping down your thigh as you quickly made your way to your door. Harry slid his shirt on just as you opened up. Your cheeks were red and your mascara was running down your face. Your hair was messed and you were still breathing heavily. Harry looked similar. He was breathing hard, sweat beaded up along his brow, and his hair was messed up from how you’d run your hands through it over and over again.

“On the ground!” Two police officers burst into your apartment and aimed a gun at Harry. He put his hands up and silently dropped to his knees and then laid on his stomach as they surrounded him and cuffed his hands behind his back. He turned his head and looked at you, that smirk still on his face as they lifted him to his feet. A third cop approached you and pulled you aside, “Are you okay?”

You nodded and smoothed your robe down. You knew you looked disheveled. They probably imagined he attacked you.

One of the cops asked Harry something but Harry just stood up straight and kept his mouth closed.

“I asked you a question,” the cop said as he stepped in closer to intimidate Harry. Harry smirked, his mouth kept closed and he jerked his head, motioning for the cop to step in even closer. The moment the cop was an inch from him, Harry leaned in and pressed his mouth to the cop’s. You watched Harry open his mouth and stick his tongue out and the cop jumped back and then punched Harry in the face.

The cop spit onto your floor and then looked at Harry, who now had a bloody nose, “What the fuck was that you piece of shit?!”

Harry laughed and licked his lips before he spoke slowly and clearly, “That was my come. Tastes pretty good doesn’t it?”

The cop gagged and bent forward before looking back at Harry and lunging toward him but the other police officer grabbed the offended cop and held him back, “He’s lying to you! He’s just trying to get a rise out of you. Stop!”

The two cops escorted Harry out of your apartment but not before Harry turned back to you and winked, “I’ll see you around, doctor.”

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[harryistheonlyoneforme]

Do you still have the other parts of ruin?! My favorite ever!!!

yes the only reason i do is bc i was in the process of transferring it to wattpad LOL i’ll post the others a bit more spread out

Ruin(2)*

warnings: corruption, fingering, squirting

part one

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"Hello, YN, thank you for coming in again on such short notice. I believe I told you at our visit last week that there were some more things I needed to look into, correct?" he asks, snapping his gloves on in the same manner he'd done just five days ago.

"Yes, Harry. I'm honestly very nervous, but not as nervous as I was last time. Your methods of relaxation really helped me!" the sweet girl says excitedly, her heart hammering in her chest at the dazzling smile he gives her in return.

"That's great! Before we start, have there been any changes with your vagina since we last spoke?" he asks, picking up her chart. His eyes instantly shoot up to her when he hears a deep sigh.

"Yes, actually" she says, starting to fiddle with her fingers. He can hear the hesitation in her voice, instantly wanting to comfort the poor girl.

Placing the chart back onto the counter, he pats her knee gently. "It's okay, you can tell me. What's going on, honey?" he says sweetly, hoping nothing too serious is happening with her.

"Um, sometimes, when I'm just going about my day or when I think about our visit last week, for some reason I get....." she trails off, nervous to say any more.

"Hey, look at me. You have to tell me whatever is wrong so I can make it better, okay?" he coos, hoping she'll open up to him now. She nods and speaks once more.

"It gets kind of wet and tingly, like it did when you were helping me relax" she winces, fear shooting through her when his jaw drops. "Is that bad?" she panics, her heart rate speeding up.

Harry is quick to catch himself, closing his mouth and swallowing quickly. "No, no. Of course not" he rushes, going to sit down once more. "There's nothing wrong with that, completely normal, Love" he says, and she sighs in relief.

"Oh, thank goodness. Could I tell you something else, though?" she asks timidly, and he's quick to agree. "Whenever it happens, I end up rubbing the little button down there and I get that feeling deep in my tummy again, like when you did it, but afterwards I get extra wet so I have to go clean up or take a shower" she says, and Harry can feel his cock get impossibly harder at her words, trying not to moan out loud.

Clearing his throat, he asks her another question. "Do you feel better down there when you do it? When you rub your button?" he asks, his mouth practically watering as he awaits her answer.

"Yes, but it's not as good as when you did it for me" she says nonchalantly, and Harry is so close to pounding her right then and there until she passes out. Shaking his head, he rids himself of the lewd thoughts once more, adjusting his pants before sliding over to her in the chair.

"I'm sure you know the drill by now, love. Legs spread and in the stirrups, and I'll just take a quick peek. Is that okay?" he says, placing his hands on her knees. She nods and he hums, getting some lube and rubbing it on two fingers before lifting the towel to get a better view.

When he looks, though, he isn't expecting to see a bit of clear arousal all over her lower lips and dripping down to her asshole, a moan bubbling deep in his chest.

"Honey, why didn't you tell me you were wet down here when we were talking?" he asks, and she looks down abashedly.

"I was a little nervous, and to be honest, I wanted you to take care of it for me, if it's not too much to ask" she whispers, and Harry is floored.

"Of course, Love. I can do that for you" he says, and she starts to sigh in relief but it gets caught in her throat as he starts to rub on her clit with his lubricated fingers.

"Does that feel nice, Love?" he asks, adding a bit more pressure to the throbbing nub. He looks up to see her eyes squeezed shut, loving the sounds of her helpless whines leaving her parted lips.

"Okay, I'm gonna do something that'll feel even better" he says, before taking his middle finger and sliding it into her small hole before she has any time to object.

Her breath hitches and she's letting out a deep groan at the unfamiliar feeling. "Wow, that's different" she says, and he hums, sliding it out before pushing in just as deep as the first time.

"I know, honey. It'll get better soon" he says, stopping for a split second to sink his ring finger into the right hole as well. She's gasping in shock and then pleasure as he curls them up to her g-spot, petting gently.

"Yeah, I bet that feels nice" he says, speeding up slightly. "That's called your g-spot, honey. It's just like your button, but on the inside" he coos, going a bit harder. "The more you touch it, the more you get that burning deep in your tummy" he says.

"How will I reach it on my own?" she moans out, gripping the sides of the table. She opens her eyes and looks down when she hears a chuckle, seeing a dark look in Harry's eyes.

"Oh, baby. You're not ready for that" he coos.

"Just let me take care of it for now, and when you get home, just stick to playing with the little button between your legs, okay?" he says condescendingly. She nods obediently, her orgasm quickly approaching due to her inexperience.

"Harry, I feel it again, but it feels different" she moans, her hands tearing the parchment beneath her. Harry knows exactly what's going on, he's able to feel her g-spot swell beneath his fingertips until it's hard.

"That's okay, honey. When you feel like it's ready to explode, just let go. Don't hold back, okay?" he asks, and she nods before screaming out.

"I feel it! It's coming now!" she wails, her hole clenching down on him before she's going completely silent and her body is locking up as she squirts onto his fingers, liquid going down his arms and some getting onto his collared shirt beneath his lab coat.

"That's it, just like that honey" he coos the entire time she's coming, only stopping when she flinches from overstimulation. As she's twitching and trying to catch her breath, she doesn't see the smirk on Harry's face, or the fact that his gloved hand is in his mouth, sucking her arousal from his fingers.

~

[larryfanficwriter98]

Chapter Twenty-Two

Harry was awake and making breakfast before the sun was breaking the horizon the morning of the twenty-fourth. He made a full English breakfast with a side of cinnamon rolls because Louis had said he wanted cinnamon rolls a few days ago. It took enough time out of the morning that by the time he was finished it was reasonable time to wake the kids up considering they had to leave for Louis' families soon. After waking both kids up he sent them to wake up Louis while he finished setting out their outfits for today and making sure everything was packed in the Murano along with the kids' tablets, so they had them for the drive. He was just finishing setting the table with the food when Louis came down with Maddie and Freddie.

"If I'm good with your baby brother and sister, can I get a sister sooner?"

"I think a baby is the perfect birthday present Papa."

"Do you hear this, Harry? All morning they've been talking about a baby."

"Guys we have already told you there will be no baby for quite some time. Trust me I am doing everything to make sure of that. We do not need a pregnant Louis filled with hormones this Spring and Summer. Especially Summer."

"But Daddy I want a little sister." Maddie pouted

"And I wanted to sleep in with my fiancé, but alas kids and birthday boy has to eat, and we have to drive an hour to Doncaster on one of the busiest and most dangerous days of travel. So, sit down and eat up so we can get on the road." Harry said as he guided her to her chair then he pulled out Louis' seat and pressed a kiss to his lips, "Happy birthday."

"Thank you and we could have stopped somewhere on the way if you wanted to sleep in longer."

"For your first birthday here? With me? Absolutely not. I'm still in the spoiling you stage. It'll last for another fifty years I'm afraid. No take backs."

"Maybe twenty years you're almost fifty after all."

"I'm not even thirty you take that back."

"Closer to fifty than I am."

"Sit down and eat your food or else I'll make you drive. December is your attitude month I think."

"It's the cold and the holidays. Makes me stressed and that makes me cranky. The fact my birthday falls into that mess doesn't help."

"Well eat up then we'll get everyone ready, and we'll be on our way. You can sleep for the drive."

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Almost two hours later Harry was getting both kids into the back of the Murano making sure they were the safest they have ever been before. Not that he ever let them not be securely buckled, but this time he made sure to tighten the strap just that much tighter and made sure to check them at least three times before we closed and the door and made sure the security system was activated and the doors were locked. After that he headed to the driver door and got into the seat adjusting it discreetly. 

"I am not that short compared to you." Louis said with an eyeroll

"I have long legs." Harry defended, "Alright are we good to go? Anyone has to go potty before we leave?"

"They already did I made sure of it." Louis told him as he looked back at the kids, "We're good let's get there as quickly as possible."

"On that we agree."

The drive to Doncaster wasn't as terrible as they had been prepared for, but neither was it easier and they were thirty minutes later than expect.

"I hope my mother lost all embarrassing photos of me." Louis said as they pulled into the driveway of his childhood home, "I swear if she shows you the one of me completely naked."

"Nothing I haven't seen before Louis and trust me, it's grown since then."

"You did not."

"I did." Harry grinned as he leaned over the middle console and pressed his lips against Louis'.

"Hey LouLou?"

"Mm. Yes Maddison?" Louis asked turning to look back at her blushing as Harry chucked smugly beside him.

"What do I call your mom?"

"What do you mean?"

"Freddie calls her Nana, right? So, do I call her Nana too? Or should I call her Ms. Tomlinson?"

"Oh well her to start her last name isn't Tomlinson anymore its Deakin. My family is a bit more complicated than your dad's. But as far as a title for her you can call her Nana or Jay. Whichever you're comfortable with."

"Okay...and you're sure she wants me here?"

"Of course, she does. We all do. Come on I will show you where my mother hides the desserts just give her your biggest puppy eyes and she'll pretend she saw nothing all day."

"What kind of desserts?" She asked as Harry and Louis helped them out of their seats and back into their coats.

"My mom is makes all kinds, changes every year for each holiday however there is one kind that has been a constant since I was three."

"Let me guess something chocolate related?" Harry asked as he came over to their side carrying Freddie in his arms.

"Actually no. Peanut butter pie. Don't worry I won't make you eat it and if my mother tries, I'll protect you." Harry made a face at the mention of peanut butter which Louis has learned Harry hasn't bought a jar of in his life.

"What's peanut butter pie?" Maddie asked

"It's really yummy Maddie. You'll love it I always have two slices." Freddie told her, Louis took Maddie's hand and helped her to the house through the snow and ice on the sidewalk.

"Boobear! Happy Birthday!"

"With that greeting one would think I was five not twenty five." Louis said thought despite his words he hugged his mother and kissed her cheek. He could still feel some tension from last weekend when Freddie stayed only to come early, but he would ignore it for now. He stepped aside and looked to Harry as he collected the kids' coats and boots, "Maddison you remember my mom from Halloween?"

"Hi." Maddison greeted shyly as she sides stepped closer to Louis.

"Hello dear it's good to see you again especially for the holidays. Freddie why don't you take Maddison through the house? Show her all the toys around here yeah?"

"Okay Nana. Come on Maddie through here."

"I'll go get the gifts you stay inside." Harry told him

"I can come help it'll take too many trips-"

"I've got it you stay warm." Louis nodded watching as he left then he turned to his mother again, "how is everyone?"

"They're all excited to see you and Harry of course. How's the wedding planning going?"

"It's been great. We're done with everything by now all that is left is a fee last minute things such as rings and final fittings."

"I can't believe my baby is getting married."

"It was bound to happen one day you realize."

"Yes, but I expected a little bit more warning than just a few months and I expected to have met the boyfriend before he was a fiancé. It's still a little odd to me that you're doing this so quickly though after Halloween I understand why."

"All that matters is that I am very happy."

"Yes of course. Come on let's get you to see everyone." Louis followed his mother deeper into the house and grinned when he saw Maddie was already making herself at home with Lottie and the girls. Freddie was still in Louis' father's lap while his stepfather was holding Doris bouncing her lightly.

"See there he is!" Dan said quickly handing Doris over to Louis, "She heard your voice and was determined to go find her LouLou."

"Where's the husband?" Mark asked

"Fiancé and he's getting the presents. Made me stay inside."

"Probably learned you're a real ass when you're cold." Louis decided against commenting on the lie and instead turned his attention to Doris.

"Do you hear the lies they're talking about me? Can you believe that they have the audacity to say such things when they are completely false? It's wrong I tell you."

Louis' family Christmas was different every year. Some years they ate then played games then did presents, other years they did presents then games and then dinner. It was never the same. This year it was different for multiple reasons such as it being Christmas Eve instead of Christmas Day and Christmas Dinner was actually his Birthday dinner. This didn't bother Louis, it wasn't the first time his family had to switch things around for the holidays.

This year it was apparently Games first. Games included various things from snow angels in the yard to actual board games inside. It varied and changed and was usually up to the kids. Maddie and Freddie chose to be outside as soon as the choice became available. Louis however stayed inside, in the kitchen with a mug of hot chocolate as he watched Harry play and interact with the younger kids and his sisters.

"He seems like a good guy. Not that I ever thought you'd date a bad one with Freddie in the picture, but this one...he seems great." Mark said standing beside him

"Yeah, he is. He loves kids, loves Maddison. There's nothing he wouldn't do for her."

"Freddie obviously loves him." Louis nodded watching as Harry spun Freddie around before they fell into the large snow pile together, "He loves Freddie."

"I know."

"I'm not going to lie I was a worried when you told me you were getting married to a guy after only dating him for a year and he only meeting Freddie a handful of times. Then you told me you were moving in with him. I thought you had lost your mind. Then a little part of me thought you were settling down with a rich doctor for the rich part. Don't give me that look your mother slapped me three ways to Sunday when I mentioned it. I was worried about you, but I can see now that you two love each other and he is a wonderful stepfather for Freddie, and he is obviously going to treat you right. So, he has my approval, not that he needed it apparently you already have the venue."

"Will you guys let it go already. Yes, I am getting married in less than two months. Yes, the wedding was planned in four months. But it wasn't as if I was truly giving up something important. I don't care about a big wedding, actually Harry is the one who had his wedding planned out for every season since he was a child so really, he's the one sacrificing stuff not me. Besides if you met Maddison's mother, you'd encourage us to elope just to speed up the process."

"Your mother keeps bringing it up?"

"Repeatedly. Plus, last weekend Harry sort of put our foot down for the first time as a couple and towards her so...there's a bit of tension still. He wasn't rude by any means, he did the same thing I would have done and what I have told him I would want done in that scenario. Mom is used to arguing with me who caves in with her sometimes, Harry doesn't cave unless it's the kids. It's actually one of things I love about him, he has strong boundaries with Maddison and how he parents her and Freddie too. I may not understand some of his points, but I know he comes from a good place and the one issue we didn't agree on we solved pretty quickly all things considered."

"What was the issue?"

"Maddison came into our room and started asking about a future baby brother or sister which led to the dreaded 'where do babies come from' question. Harry answered in a medically correct way by talking about ovulation and eggs and sperm and he said sex but didn't actually explain what sex was just said the word. Anyway, I didn't agree with that, and we argued a little bit."

"She's how old?"

"Five turning Six. His reasoning is sound and again he didn't go into details and when she asking an inappropriate question, he told her it was inappropriate, and she moved on from it. It's a scary world these days for little girls...women in general. He needs to prepare her for that unfortunately. That includes letting her know a baby is made with a mommy and a daddy love each other very much. Not all babies are made with love after all."

"I can see both sides of the argument with that defense."

"Exactly. I think he can be a little less...doctorly...and maybe be more relaxed, but at the end of the day no one is perfect."

"You two will be great together, I hope there are more grandbabies soon."

"At least one more just not for a while. We want kids, a lot of kids, but we haven't decided how many yet and the only thing we know is that we don't want to try for about a year."

Forty-five minutes later everyone was inside and warmed up and what was supposed to be a family friendly game of Broadway Song Trivia turned into Harry and Louis teaming together and beating everyone.

"Okay new rule the Gays are not allowed to team up together when playing Broadway Trivia." Lottie said

"That's not fair." Louis argued

"Too bad. Pick someone other than my brother Harry." 

"Fine. I'm still keeping the card." Harry said grinning as he looking to Maddison who was playing with Freddie a few feet away, "Maddie sweetie come here."

"Wait-"

"No, you said someone other than your brother so I am. Can't argue now." Harry said as Maddison came over, Maddie I am going to say a word that goes to a song ready?"

"What song?"

"You have to guess it."

"Okay."

"The word is Betcha."

"Oh, it's Maybe."

"That's my girl. Okay off you go. Lottie, I believe it's your turn."

"I quit." Lottie said laughing as she stood up from the floor.

"So, do I. You two win." Mark said

"I thought we were very impressive." Louis said looking to Harry

"I was very impressed you got We Both Reached For The Gun."

"I knew it was Chicago. I just had to go through each song and compare them to what you said and how you said it. Great word choices by the way."

"Thank you. You too. Remind me to get us tickets to Rocky Horror Picture Show next October for London. We'll make it a weekend up there and stay at my parents. Make them babysit while we...go to a show."

"I am so glad you said October, I talked to this guy once who went to a smaller community production of Rocky Horror in April."

"Oh gross. Why."

"That was exactly what I thought. Stop talking to him literally that same night."

"As you should. He was probably a serial killer."

"Right."

"Oh my god you two are insane." Lottie said shaking her head, "You can't judge someone base on when they watch a musical."

"If you ever seen Rocky Horror Picture Show trust us you definitely can. When you're eighteen we'll take you to your first viewing." Louis told her, she gave him a look that told him she still thought he was completely crazy, but otherwise didn't comment.

Soon the kids became too excited for gifts to wait any longer so while his mother gathered Maddison's and Freddie's gifts to open Louis went about giving the girls and Ernie their gifts from him and Harry. Though mostly him as he was the one who went shopping in exchange of Harry overseeing the wrapping and bow making because Louis wasn't the best gift wrapper and he never made bows.

"We all know you definitely didn't do the wrapping." Lottie teased

"I will take it back."

"He's lying." Harry told her earning an elbow in the ribs. After the Christmas gifts that were being opened had been opened Louis was forced to endure his birthday presents.

"This one is from me." Maddie told him as she handed him a gift bag, "I made it all by myself in art class."

"You did?"

"Yeah, open it." Louis looked to Harry curious if he knew anything

"I know nothing. She refused to tell me or show me anything."

"Right. Well, that's because it's for me Harold not you." Louis told him as he pulled out the three sheets of rainbow tissue paper before he pulled out two photo frames decorated with yarn with a picture of Maddison in one frame and Freddie in another.

"Now you can have a picture of us on your school desk."

"I love it. I will definitely put theses up as soon as I return to work. These are beautiful Maddison thank you."

'"You're welcome. Happy Birthday."

"Thank you."

"I don't have handmade frames." Harry pouted as he grabbed them from Louis' lap to look at them.

"It's not your birthday Daddy. Take a chill pill." Louis' jaw dropped as he looked to Harry who looked shocked and highly amused.

"Well then. I guess I don't want one anyway." Harry said setting the frames in the bag

"Your turn Freddie." Maddie said turning to Freddie holding a bag in his hand that he gave to Louis.

"Happy Birthday Papa."

"Thank you, Freddie. It is the best birthday I've had already." Louis kissed his forehead as he took the bag and opened it pulling out the red tissue paper this time before he pulled out a white mug that had four persons painted on it.

"I painted it for you."

"You did I can see that, but how-"

"Daddy helped me."

"All I did was put it in the oven and take it out once it was cooled. Otherwise, it was all him." Harry explained

"This is my new favorite mug, and I shall be very careful with it. It's great thank you Freddie. These are both amazing gifts."

"You're welcome, Papa. Daddy's turn now, right?"

"Actually, I have two gifts for your papa, one of them is at home which is the main gift. However, this gift I found inside a store, and I had to buy it for you." Harry said grinning as he handed over a small box, "It's great and I know you will love it and use it every day."

"Oh no. I'm going to hate it aren't I?"

"Just read what your gift says." Harry was already laughing so Louis already knew it was going to be something stupidly funny and as he pulled out a travel mug and read the words, he was ashamed of himself when he laughed.

"You're a dick."

"I thought it was brilliant."

"Well tell us what it says Louis." His mother told him

"To quote Hamlet. Act 3 Scene 3 Line 87 'NO'." Louis read as he showed the mug to his family, "Harry has these weird doctor pun hoodies and sweaters and some shirts and so since I had to wear one of his hoodies and insulted them, he has made it his personal mission to find every pun related or just stupidly sayings regarding our professions to torment me with."

"Because they're hilarious."

"They are so lame."

"You wear them still."

"Doesn't mean I like them, Harold. I cannot believe you found a travel mug like this."

"It was the last one in the store. It was meant to be."

"Thrown away. It was meant to be thrown away." Despite his words Louis knew he was still going to use it and take it to work and clean it as soon as he got home like he did with his other travel mugs. He knew he was going to defend the mug to students and torment them with the saying until they leave his classroom at the end of each school year. Just like he did whenever he wore Harry's clothes with Doctor jokes on them.

*****

"Do I have to carry you into the house too?" Harry asked as he turned off the Murano inside the garage.

"As tempting as that sounds....no. I'll get Freddie."

"Oh, sure get the smaller one. You're lucky you're cute Mister Tomlinson."

"Uh huh." Harry went to go unlock the door leading inside the house and Louis heard him shut the alarm off before he was coming over to lift Maddison out of the car.

"Should be a straight shot there wasn't anything on the ground when we left." Harry told him

"I'll find something to trip over I assure you." Turns out that something ended up being the first step of the stairs, "Told you."

Once the kids were laid down, they headed back downstairs to finish their own things for Christmas morning such as pilling the presents under the tree and doing the stockings. When those were done, and they were getting ready for bed Harry gave him a square squishy thing with birthday wrapping paper on it.

"It's technically Christmas now, but this is your real birthday present."

"I loved the mug."

"I bought that after I bought this, and a mug isn't a gift. Unless it's from Freddie. Which I am jealous about just so we are clear. Open your gift."

"We all knew I was the favorite." Louis joked as he tore open the gift revealing it to be not only a heated blanket but a weighted heated blanket, "It's both? I didn't even know they made a both one."

"Neither did I until I found it. It does not go on the bed."

"Oh yes it does."

"You're over heated fiancé will literally die in his sleep."

"He can sleep on the floor then." Louis said before he set the blanket to the side and straddled Harry's lap pressing a kiss to his lips, "Thank you for your torture device."

"You're welcome. Happy Birthday and Merry Christmas."

"Best one yet."

"Alright you go ahead and get it on my bed I have to pee." Louis grinned as he climbed off of Harry and watched him go towards the bathroom. He did in fact set it up under the duvet then he got himself ready for bed by removing most of his clothing.

"You could have waited for me to come back to enjoy the show you jerk."

"It's two in the morning Harold. We are sleeping."

"Boo you whore."

"Did you quote Mean Girls at me again?"

"Yes."

"I can't believe I'm marrying you." Harry chuckled as they climbed into the bed together, Harry cuddling in close to him, "Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

[queercodedwizard]

Attention nerds

I am working on a presentation for powerpoint night with my friends. I am presenting on the funniest/wildest fandom controversies throughout all of history. Everything from angry letters to Arthur Conan Doyle's publishers when he killed off Sherlock Holmes to good old November 5th 2020 and any other crisis that arose among a group of people that really liked a particular story/person, even before the term fandom came around. I'm especially interested in historical drama, but anything up through the last decade is very welcome. If you happen to know of any particular examples of this, please share with me in the notes, and if possible provide sources. I would greatly appreciate it

[emmis15]

Bucky Barnes Jazz Bar ๋࣭ ⭑

―How did you know about this place? It's 19 years old― my hand was holding hers as she led me to a huge bar with a red sign.

Everyone was dressed elegantly, forming a long line around the place, each of them in suits or dresses, elegant shoes, and shiny jewelry, making me feel out of place as I was dressed in blue jeans, a black shirt, a dark blue blazer, and normal black shoes.

Cass looked beautiful, and for the occasion, she was so herself. She wore a long burgundy red top with a black knee-length skirt, burgundy boots, a long black leather coat, and her burgundy purse where she kept the keys to my bike and my few belongings as I didn't know where we were going.

―I have friends outside the superhero world, and my last name isn't just for death threats or kidnappings; it's also for jumping the line right now― she said with a simple smile, pulling out a white card with a golden number on it and handing it to the security guard with his arms crossed against his chest.

With a simple smile, she handed a white card with a golden number on it to the security guard, who then let us pass by moving aside the rope separating the entrance from the line. Her hand never let go of mine as she guided me through the environment of red armchairs, alcohol, tables, and a stage in front of all the seating areas.

―¿What can I help you with tonight?― a waitress approached us with her uniform and a black tray with small glasses of orange liquid with orange slices inside.

―Good evening, I'm Cassidy Stark, and I reserved a table in the upstairs area; if you could take us there, it would be excellent― she sounded so serious and kind at the same time.

A bit hypnotizing the way she interacted with others, using her privileged position to get things done, something I was used to seeing her do at the complex, albeit in a disheveled manner and always with laughter in her voice.

―Follow me, Miss Stark.

The woman started walking ahead of us, guiding the way from the ground floor, which was filled with people already sitting at tables in front of the stage, having drinks or food and patiently waiting with little chatter to avoid drowning out the smooth jazz that was playing by the live bands tonight. We stood in front of some stairs a few meters from the stage against the wall. These stairs had a ribbon like the one outside but this time with a white sign hanging from the burgundy velvet that read "VIP."

―The reservation was for table 3 next to the bay, ¿right?― she asked as she looked at something on a computer.

I didn't know anything, and I was more focused on seeing the place and its mysterious and reserved aesthetics. But as I looked around and tried to read the decorative signs hanging on the walls, I heard Cass's affirmative voice along with the clinking sound of metal.

―Let's go, Buck― she pulled my hand as she climbed the stairs, leaving the waitress behind to be just the two of us along with a few others upstairs.

We had the best view of the stage, and the lights above were closer, almost as if it weren't for the warm, red lights, we would be in the dark.

―It's a new and exclusive bar because of its mysterious nature and the few reservations it allows. People outside are waiting in case there's room inside, even to stand and be with the people listening to unknown Jazz bands, indie music actually but soft from the aesthetics of the place.

―¿Why did you do this?― I asked as I looked around.

―You need to go to places with people who aren't from your environment. It's called exposure therapy, and since you said you liked jazz, well― she gave me a small smile before we sat facing each other.

―¿So it's like a date?― I asked with a raised eyebrow.

―Something like that.

I chuckled a bit, shaking my head before turning to the candlelight in the middle of the table, casting a warm glow on Cass's face.

―¿Whiskey as usual?― she asked, taking her gaze off the menu to look at me.

―Something normal. You know I don't like those trendy drinks nowadays― I looked at her with a small smile.

―You should try something new in your drinks to know that there are more things than the harshness and pain of whiskey― she left the menu as we heard the voice of a man.

We turned to see the waiter, who was dressed like the girl before, holding a notebook and a pen.

―I'll have an espresso martini, and he'll have a whiskey The Macallan 1926, please― she sounded very firm but kind, giving him a smile.

―¿For food?

―I'll have spaghetti with bolognese ragout― she sounded so good speaking Italian that I didn't think about what I wanted to eat.

They both stared at me, waiting for my response, so I stared back at the guy, trying to compose myself.

―The same as her, thanks― I said in a deep voice.

He left, and I heard Cass's laughter faintly, to the point where I also laughed a bit with her.

―¿Do you even know what you ordered?― she asked incredulously, playing with the napkins.

―No, I'm somewhat scared it might be the worst thing I've ever tasted in my life. I really hope it's delicious― I said, feeling the live music starting to play.

It was calm with light drums and a marked rhythm, with a bit of electric guitar in the background along with a guy singing into the microphone artistically. The song seemed to be about a woman, or at least that's what I thought from the way "She" was repeated.

―It's a Bolognese pasta, but the meat is cooked with milk and white wine. The noodles are a bit thicker than usual, and it's served with grated cheese on the sides― she explained with a small smile.

―It doesn't sound so bad, but the idea of meat cooked in milk and wine sounds disgusting due to the combination.

She shrugged her shoulders, staring fixedly at the stage with attention, her right hand holding her chin with her elbow resting against the table, and her left hand playing lightly with the plants on the railing.

―Your drinks and your plates, and in 5 minutes, your food will be ready― the guy brought the white plates with food and the glasses with the wine bottle.

―Thank you― Cass said, getting comfortable, waiting and watching how they left our food.

The plate was white with clean edges, and the pasta in the middle with the sauce spread nicely, with the touch of cheese on the sides slightly raising the mountain with pieces of meat and tomato randomly placed.

―Enjoy.

He left, and my girlfriend took a photo of her plate along with the glass.

―I don't understand why you do that― I said as I took a sip of my drink.

―¿What?― she asked, putting her phone down near the railings and placing the napkin on her lap.

―The photo of your food. I don't understand why you take a picture of your food.

―Because it's pretty, and I want to take a picture of it. Besides, I like posting them in my stories because it looks nice and aesthetic― she began to eat her food lightly.

―I don't understand this modern era. In my times, photos were taken of people and landscapes.

I tried to mimic the way she ate and picked up the pasta from the plate.

She shook her head while laughing before looking back and listening to the music, her foot tapping a bit against my leg, marking the beat of the song.

We spent the night until around 2 am listening to the same guy with his band, drinking a bottle of red wine and finishing the food with a strange frozen dessert that had a chocolate brownie with a scoop of vanilla ice cream prepared with champagne according to the dessert menu.

―Thank you, have a good night― the waiter left after Cass swiped her black card.

―¿Shall we, Buck?― she asked, getting up carefully and with her jacket on, along with her bag.

―¿Are you okay?― I asked, standing up.

―Just a little dizzy― she gave me a small smile.

I took her hand carefully to help her down the stairs, seeing how, despite the time, the bar was still full of new people, and the line outside had the same number of people.

―¿Why are there still so many people?― I asked confused.

―The bar is open until 5 am― Cass replied as she brushed her hair out of her face, breathing in the fresh air.

We both walked to my bike slowly, enjoying the cool spring air with the few stars in the sky.

―Buck― Cass stopped us a few meters from the bike, her hand on her chest, looking at the ground.

I thought the worst; two months ago, her "heart" had suddenly stopped while she was chatting with the guys at dinner, and she was in intensive care until this week when she finally got rid of her tube and some pills to take and eat solid things, but we were all worried. I think if Cass were to shut down right now on the street, and knowing I only have 5 minutes to get her to the complex doctors, I wouldn't mind killing people in my way to the middle of the forest far from the city just to save her.

―¿What's wrong, Doll?― I asked worriedly, placing my hand on her shoulder.

Her head lifted to look at me with her eyes before throwing herself into my shoulders and kissing me forcefully, putting her hands on my left shoulder and on my hip, smiling in the middle of the kiss.

―Thank you for giving me a very nice night; I needed to forget about my life for a moment― she whispered on my lips.

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

Wonderful World

Harry is a psychiatrist who starts to see a young girl named Celeste. As time goes on he starts to find himself developing feelings for Celeste's mother, Diana. Despite his many accomplishments, once they come into his life he realizes that his life is a bit empty. But there is no way he can pursue the woman he wants, it's unethical and it could put his entire career in jeopardy.

Fic Casting & Mood Boards

Diana & Harry Homes Mood Boards

Warnings: Depression, bullying, grief, toxic family relationships (esp for Latam people), infidelity, forbidden romance, SMUT.

** - denotes smut & ^ - denotes angst

Part 1 - First Impressions

Part 2^ - Confessions

Part 3 - The Escape Room

Part 4^ - Endings & Beginnings

Part 5^ - 2 Steps Forward, 3 Steps Back

Part 6^ - Wonderful World

Part 7^ - "No More Secrets."

Part 8 ** - All Apologies

Part 9** - Blurred Lines

Part 10^ - The Happiest Place on Earth

Part 11^** - Epiphanies

Part 12** - The Nightcap

Part 13 - Dates

Part 14** - Love in the Air

Part 15^ - The Right Thing

Part 16^ - Summertime Sadness (and romance)

Part 17 - THE TALK

Part 18 - Liar, Liar 🎃

Part 19 - 3 Foot Maximum 🦃

Part 20** - A Little Family 🎄

Part 21 ^** - Out in the Open

*This story and the characterizations of those pictured as the story’s main characters are fictional work and in no way depict the actual behaviors/ideas/personalities of these people in real life.*

[medicinelarrie]

The thing that pisses me off the most about this Lime bike thing Harry has got going on right now?

Not the bikes

Not the stunts

Not even James Corden

Can he wear a fucking bicycle helmet?