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violetsandfluff · 1 year

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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 · 4 months

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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.

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musicforastylesrestaurant · 3 months

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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.

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harryyskiwii · 9 months

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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.

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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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emmis15 · 21 days

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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.

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yeehawbrothers · 5 months

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Request Prompts <3

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Please read my request rules here before requesting.

Obviously these aren't required for requests, but I think it's fun to use them.

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Feel free to mix and match, change wording, or anything of the like!

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Angst prompts:

"Leave. Leave right now."

"Can you just fuck off already?"

"I can't do this anymore. Not with you."

"Pack your shit and go. Get the hell out of my sight"

"You ruined everything."

"I'm going to leave now, before I say something I regret later."

"This wouldn't even be a problem if you didn't make one out of it"

"You were supposed to be my safe place. But all you've brought me is pain. How great is that?"

"If you hate me so much, kill me. Kill me already. It's not like I've got much to live for anyways."

"They told me not to trust you, but I didn't listen."

"You...why did it have to be you?!"

"You lied to me! Over and over again!"

"Hey...Hey...stay with me."

"Oh my...what did they do to you?"

"It's okay, its just me."

"I didn't know where else to go."

Fluff prompts:

"Flea markets don't carry fleas you know?"

"Are you serious? Your getting blood all over my carpet!"

"I am not wearing a dress/tie!"

"It's a Texas thing"

"Not everyone is out to get you. Stop thinking that shit. It's getting annoying."

"What are we?" "A mess."

“I just woke up can you give me a minute before you start being weird.”

“It’s literally two am, shut up.”

"Let me be a mom for a second and tuck you in."

"If you can't sleep...we could have sex?"

"If you don't shut up, I'm going to punch you."

"Please put your penis away."

"Why are you on the table?" - "Better view of my life." - "Where's the spider?" - "By the door."

"Shut up and get in the closet."

"Listen, I don't mind cuddling. But if you wake me up again I'll whoop your ass."

"I'm an insomniac, this is normal."

"Listen...I didn't know it was illegal."

"Stop messing with your IV."

"I'm pretty sure this place in haunted."

"Hold my hand you asshole"

"Did...Did you just bark at that guy?"

"Awww yay what a nice reunion! Now come fucking help me"

"We are not picking up the free chair" - "Why not!!?" - "Because that shit is 100% haunted."

"Why are you so mean to me?" - "You cannot take the child home."

"I love you so much I'm gonna bite you."

Song prompts:

If you want me to write a story based on a song, send me the link in the request. Please keep in mind, like with anything, I'm not going to force myself to write something if I'm not feeling it.

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In Another Universe

Chapter 24

The end of scarlet witch

When America closes the portal you shed a few tears, lifting yourself of the ground to the table you kneel on it. the building starts shake “what now” she asks as they stand Infront of you.

“I opened the Darkhold. I have to close it. No one will ever be tempted by the Darkhold Again” you said

Sam node at you “well then you close it then we all leave”

“Sam” cas call him.

Sam shakes his head looking at you “that’s suicidal, she can’t scarify herself”.

You glance at America and node at her as she opens the portal, klaus and dean drag Sam to through the portal, before the portal can close, they see you breakdown the pillars that hold the temple up and huge rubbles starts to fall down.

Sam thrash around in klaus and deans hold he goes rigid as the large stone fall up on you. The whole temple collapses.

A red glow cover the whole place and Wong walk out the place to see everything in place as if the battle happened. Suddenly cas appears with bonnie along with them they gasp at them, seeing them klaus speed to the front to see all his family as well the mystic falls gang alive looking around puzzled, his knees buckle as red mist cover him as well feeling his vampiric part of him coming back.

“Were we dead?” Kol asks his brother

Klaus look up to them “oh brother you have no idea” he rushes to them, the mikaelsons brother embrace bonnie rush out the as well running to her friends embracing her friends.

Inside cas and earth 838 cas look at each other with a tilted head “your me from another universe and your human as well”

“Yes correct” other cas node before turning to America “could you sent me back my home?”

America nodes and open a portal other cas walk inside turning back to them “it was good to see you again. Sam and dean.” He nodes at them

Dean look at Sam who was blue, he slowly walks outside to the front of the temple he sighs in relief when he sees the others alive.

Sam, dean and cas watch them as they talk among them. Dean glance at Sam “it was her decision sam, you can’t beat yourself up for that”

Cas sigh at that “I’ll take it that she sacrificed herself”

“You were right, she was just like us” dean adds ‘don’t worry sam it’s going to okey”

“I’m fine. It’s just sad that even in the end she only had herself to comfort her” sam state. “But she made everything right at the end”

“Guys what happened to y/n” bonnie ask them

Sam shook his head “No”.

Bonnie inside hurt a little at that she heard klaus saying you died she just sam or dean to say, and now hearing from sam lips part of her sad yet there was little peace knowing that you died. After thanking everyone America had gone back to her universe. Finally, everything seems to be going back to normal as it can be, after all lots of warriors were died during the battle hopefully earth 838 also able to overcome the loss of their superheroes.

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eviesaurusrex · 2 years

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How is doctor!y/n doing? I miss them :((. Do you think it took some time for her to fully open up again to harry since she went through so much during the few months without him?? What did that look like and how does harry cope with the fact that she has new parts of herself that he doesn't know about and had to learn about them? Like her new habits and things like that?

it's definitely a process, and while she knows the clinical side of traumatic injury, she's never had to deal with it so personally, so it's a learning curve for both of them

she's very guarded at first, which harry understands, and at first they're kind of just like roommates—living together and just kind of coexisting

and of course harry gets it, but he's also lost a lot of time with her, and he just misses her and wants to hold her and sleep in the same bed and go back to the way things were before their lives were turned completely upsidedown, but he doesn't know how to close the distance between them

and then one night they're having dinner and sitting across from each other at his huge dining table, and she just blurts, “did you sleep with her?” bc that's the only thing she's been able to think about since she's been with him again. and she tells him, “i understand if you did, but i just need to know.”

and harry feels like an idiot bc of course that's why she's distant. and he goes over to her and just reassures her that he didn't, and at first she isn't sure if he's sparing her feelings or not and he's just like, “i've never lied to you before, have i?” and she shakes her head.

“well, there was that one time when you told me you thought i looked sexy in my scrubs—”

“and i wasn't lying then either. put em on right now and i'll go absolutely crazy.”

and she's relieved bc he remembered such a small and technically insignificant memory and that means a lot to her. and she feels bad for projecting all her worries onto him and that she wishes they could just pick up where they left off, but—

“you said you'd wait forever for me, angel. what makes you think i won't do the same for you?”

and that's what gets her bc he really is her harry, and sometimes she has a hard time believing it. and when he tells her “my head was confused, but my heart wasn't,” she just melts into a puddle of tears.

and harry's there to catch her and hold her, and he was telling the truth, but he's ecstatic when she asks, “can i sleep in your room tonight?” bc she'd been sleeping in the guest room whenever she stayed over, which was actually a lot despite all their current issues.

“of course. i’d love nothing more,” he says, then proceeds to carry her to bed. and now he wants to cry bc she's clinging to him so hard and he just knows that if he got up to to go to the bathroom or something, she'd wake up.

so he just lays with her, near tears bc he's put his angel through so much, but she's still here, still trying.

after that, things are a little easier and start to go back to the way they were. and a few months later when she's in her scrubs bc she came straight from the hospital to have dinner at his place, he's so in awe of her he just kinda blurts, “i'm gonna marry you one day,” which makes her choke on her wine. and she's like, “what did you just say?”

but he's like, “you heard me. gonna make you my wife, and you're just going to have to live with that.”

and she laughs bc her baby is a fool, but he's a fool for her and she loves him. but since she's still kinda in shock from his confession she just says, “is it the scrubs?”

and harry can tell what she's trying to do bc he knows her so well, so he's like, “it's definitely the scrubs,” even though they both know it's not and he meant what he said.

and after a long time of holding onto a ring and waiting for her (and himself honestly) to forgive his mother for the small hand she played in all this, he finally does propose. and it's obviously at the hospital at the ER bc he and the nurses have had this plan for months but they just needed word from harry to put it in action.

and happily ever after. no more trauma for these two.

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Can you please do #31, #49 and #22 with doctor!harry?

𓄹𓈒 22 - sleepy cuddles + 31 - taking care of lover while they’re sick + 49 - playing with lover’s hair

“I can’t believe you got sick.” Y/N murmured as she ran her fingers through Harry’s soft hair, “You’re a doctor. Not getting sick is practically your thing.” She continued on and Harry laughed a little, snuggling into her further.

“I know.” Harry mumbled and Y/N hummed, twirling a couple hairs around her finger. She then pressed her hand to his forehead to check if it was any less hot than before, which it wasn’t, and Y/N frowned a little as she continued stroking his hair. He had been in bed all day and thankfully she was there to take care of him.

“Are you feeling any better at least?” She asked softly and Harry shook his head.

“Do you need anything?” She asked and Harry shook his head once more, putting his arm around her.

“Just stay here with me. And play with my hair.” He said softly and Y/N chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of his head. She ran her hand through his soft curls, her nails scratching his scalp lightly which made him relax.

“I’ll be here, okay?”

“Mhm.”

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Odette (AU)

Synopsis: One where Harry has a massive crush on a Royalty.

More of my work | Part 2

When Harry chose to become a vet, cats were the main reason why.

The man loves cats with his whole heart. He's always had cats growing up, even he have two cats at home and so does his mother and sister. He even chose to specialise in feline behaviour and health. He moved all the way to Eroda to pursue his further education and settle there.

Just when he got off from the Intensive care unit and about to head to have his break. Someone came rushing through the doors of ER.

With a ginormous cat. A white Maincoon cat to be exact who looked to be in a pretty bad condition already.

"Dr. Styles," Mariam called Harry as she was followed by the owner of the cat.

"Yeah, take him to check up table." Harry rushed. "Can I know what happened to your cat?" He already got to checking the cat's ribs and bones.

"Her, her name is Odette and she, she accidentally ate Lilies from the back garden today. It wasn't that long ago but about three hours, and, and she have puked about two time by now." The owner sounded frantic and stuttered through her explaination.

That pissed Harry off. It was one his pet peeves that pet owners still keep the toxic plants at their home. Even after being well aware that they have a living creature living with them. He just opted to sigh and continued to look at Odette. Her eyes were closed as she tried to breath as much as she could. He asked one of the nurses to get the oxygen ready for her.

"Is she going to be okay?" He heard yet another frantic question. This time it was much more lower toned and shaky, that's when he dared to look up at the girl and he almost fell down to the ground.

It was none other than Princess of Eroda, YN herself.

She had tears running down her cheeks which she wiped off everytime with her sweater paw which was of her plain grey oversized hoodie. Her hair left messy and free like she ran all the way to the hospital from palace herself.

And she did, he just couldn't believe it.

"Your highness," he bowed in courtesy. "We'll help her feel better soon."

YN just nodded and let him do his thing.

YN ran all for ten minutes from Palace to the ER just because the palace doctors were taking too long to get there. Odette was getting worse and worse with her breathing.

Harry spent rest of his break looking after Odette, she was already doing a little well as medications started working soon on her. Though he thought it would be better if she stayed the night at the hospital so they can keep an eye on her.

"Is, is she okay?" Princess YN approached him as he got out of the room where Odette was.

"She is going a little better," be explained, "but we'll have to keep her here for the night just so we're sure she is okay."

"Mhmm, okay," she nodded. "Can I please see her?"

"Sure," he guided the way to Odette.

The royals of Eroda are known be Cat lovers. They have at least ten cats of their own. Especially the King and Queen.

Harry was just nervous because one, he had to take care of a royal patient. And two, he had the biggest crush on Princess YN since have known about her. She is the oldest child of the family and direct heir to the crown of Eroda. Very smart and genius, currently holding two masters in business and studying for her PhD. Harry is more swooned by her everytime.

Also, she was the more humble one from the royal family after the King himself.

It was all behind the scenes that no one knew how much Princess YN struggled with Anxiety and fear public speaking and it was going to be her job after her dad decides to pass on his royal title.

Odette has been with YN since she was 16. They are really best friends and they travel together. Odette has also been a ESA for YN.

Mental health was something which was talked about more freely in Eroda than any other place on the planet. But YN chose to keep her struggles to herself. It did not felt safe for her to share such a vulnerable part of her life. Having anxiety attacks is not something she wants to be a part of entertainment for the public all around the world.

It broke her heart to see Odette like that, just if she could have been a little more careful today walking around the back garden. She wouldn't have to be here at all.

"Hey," she whispered to her cat who is like her actually child, "it's okay, you're doing so well." Harry's heart warmed up when the cat blinked her eyes slowly as if to tell her mum that she's okay, "you'll just have stay here for the night, I'll come and get you this morning yeah?" She placed a kiss on her head.

"Thank you for taking care of her." YN turned to Harry.

He hitched seeing her stand so close to him. God his legs are super close to turning into jelly!

"That's my job your highness." He smiled, trying hard not to freak out and fangirl. "If you don't mind me asking, aren't available for the palace?" He asked.

"They are, but, uhhhh, the got a little late to get to palace." She explained, "so I brought her here. I'm pretty sure you'll look after her the best way."

"That we will," he nodded. "We'll call you up tomorrow morning to fill you in on her progress. You can relax now."

"Uhh... Yeah," YN nodded, "I, ummm, she, she is my ESA and I, I am pretty attached to her so if, if I could stay here for sometime... Would, would that be okay?" YN stuttered through her request.

"Sure but I'm afraid I can't let you be in here as it may affect other animals too," Harry explained.

"Oh sure, I'll, I'll be in the waiting room." YN rushed.

"I'll show you the way, your highness." Harry gestured her to walk first.

"Please, please— uhhh, you don't have to be courteous. Please?" She told him earning a soft smile from him.

"If you don't mind me asking, none of us know you struggle with mental health issues, is there anything we need to be worried about? It's for Odette we'll need to make sure she hasn't gotten into something or ate something more harmful which might affect her health." Harry briefly explain.

That made YN abruptly stop in her tracks and Harry almost bumped into her. Harry knew he fucked up real bad. What if she took is as if he meant to say she can't take care of Odette when that's not true at all.

"I, I am sorry. I, I didn't mean to come out like that." He was quick to apologise.

"No, she's always with me. I had to work so I couldn't take her with me. And, and she likes to wonder around in the back garden. And those gosh darn lilies." Even her frustration seemed graceful to Harry.

God he's deep in! Urgh!

"It happens, you can wait here and please feel to let us know what we can do for you." Harry showed her the waiting room.

"Thank you," YN smiled. Harry nodded and went over to the coffee machine to get him and Princess YN some coffee. Whilst he was busy dispensing coffee into two separate use and throw cups he noticed from the corner his eye her bodyguard, Daren.

Now Harry knows alot of about Darren, he's watched all of YN interviews and even has magazines she is on. He's a true fan boy of her. Darren has been there for YN more than her father, The King himself was, she always praised her bodyguard in her interviews and public appearances. When she couldn't, she found her way to do so.

Darren was asking YN to ho back to the Palace but she was stubborn and wanted for Odette. So he waited for her by the door of waiting room to keep an eye on her safety.

"Your highness," Harry said offering her the cup of Coffee. She looked at him flustered.

"Oh, thank you." YN took the offered cup of warm goodness.

Harry was a little intimidated by Darren, he's a buffed guy doesn't matter if he's in his mid 50s. He's taller than him and stood right at the door.

"Don't worry he won't hurt you," YN chirped.

"Oh no, I, I forgot something." He acted to look for his phone. Which was right there, peeking out of his scrubs pocket. YN didn't bother to point out what he was looking for instead opted to sip on her coffee.

Typical royal behaviour, Harry thought.

But he noticed her look at his phone and tey and hold her smile back. He felt blood rush up to fave and warm his skin as he noticed.

"I take care of Odette myself," YN spoke catching Harry of guard but he stood on his place to listen to whatever she have to say, "she goes with me everywhere you know, we travel together. I just couldn't really take her with me to meeting with parliament. I, I just hate myself for leaving her alone."

"Hey come on, it's not your fault." Harry cooed, "it's alright, you're a human too. We make mistakes. I promise you she's fine and well. You can take her home by evening, yeah?" It broke his heart to see her eyes brimmed with tears.

He's just used to see her happy and sunshine smile everywhere. She looked very vulnerable which was enough to tell Harry that Odette, her cat means so much to her. Plus it was a public knowledge that the King wasn't doing well and he wants to pass down the crown to his eldest daughter. There is a lot of pressure on her already. She's only 20, she doesn't need that much of a pressure. Pressure to run entire country with his growing economy.

"Thank you, Dr. Styles." YN nodded sniffling to hold her tears back.

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Luckily Odette was doing all fine within two hours of her being at the hospital. She was back to her bubbly and cuddly self. Giving Harry all her snuggles as he checked her one last time.

"You are very pretty!" He said to the cat scratching behind her ears which made her pur loudly, "oh you like scritches, don't you darling." He gave her a few kisses before he took her back out to her owner.

"Hello baby," YN cooed seeing her kitty who like a dog immediately went upto her for more scritches and snuggles. "Thank you so much Dr. Harry for taking care of her.

"It was my pleasure your highness," he smiled.

Odette was the biggest house cat, Main coon, she couldn't fit into a cat carrier so YN had to put up a leash on her. Harry was surprised to see how patient the feline was.

"Please call me YN, I don't mind." She correct him, a sheepish smile on her gorgeously pretty face made his heart flutter as he shook hands with her.

"YN," he repeated.

She smiled at him one last time before she had to leave.

Letting out a sigh, Harry went back to work again. He heard a gossip going around among his colleagues as he worked his way checking on the Intensive Care patients. There was a little bird he was checking on now when Mariam came upto him with the gossip.

"Dude, she donated our hospital a a fucking five hundred thousand dollars!" She whispered yelled.

"What the— what?" Harry was taken back.

"Yeah!" Marian shook her head, "plus she paid for all the bills for her kitty, the head will be coming to see you soon. Sit your ass down in your office." She shoved him out.

"Why?" Harry asked.

"Just do what I say!"

"Okay, I hope he doesn't fire me!" Harry was being shoved out of the ICU. He made his way to his office and like Marian said the head headed to his office too.

He was nervous as they sat down to have this important conversation.

"Harry, I know you love to work here and you've been here since day one of your residency. You've the heart of this hospital." Dr. Sean started his speech, "I'm so happy to see one of my own student succeed in their life. And I couldn't be happier to break this news to you myself that you've been offered to be Royal vet."

"Thank you so much Dr. Sean but, I can't really leave this hospital. I love working here." Harry felt guilty to turn down this huge of an offer. It was also a huge thing to add to his resume. But he loves working here so much he can't think of working anywhere else.

"You don't have to stop working here," Sean continued, "this is just another thing you do. Princess YN herself have made a request to get this offer to you from her. You'll be granted leaves whenever you have to go visit the Palace and do routine check up of the cats there every month."

"Every month!?" Harry was shocked.

"Yes, apparently royals are way too cautious about their cats and their diets are strictly maintained." Sean explained, "it is a huge offer Harry, think about it. It will be an extra source of income to you."

"I, I will think about it." He stuttered.

YN herself made this offer to him!

God he's going to die from how much his heart palpitating.

He's gonna have to take up this offer. He doesn't want to miss hanging out with YN even if that means for bare couple of minutes and meet Odette of course!

Yeah, he'd definitely take up the offer for Odette and Odette only!

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