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HARRY X STYLIST!Y/N INSTAGRAM BLURB

MASTERLIST | PATREON

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yourinstagram mrs. styles (me) looking like a proud mom.

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harryfan6 I AM CRYING AND THROWING UP

harryfan10 knowing anne took this photo of y/n makes me 🥲

harrystyles Forever my pretty girl.

yourinstagram i love you sue!

harryfan8 A LITERAL POWER COUPLE

harryfan11 everyone’s mom and dad 💕

pillowpersonpp Truly the most gorgeous woman on earth xx

harryfan4 y/n is the most supportive wife ever

kidharpoon How many bracelets did you get from fans?

yourinstagram my left and right arm is covered! don’t be jealous! 🤭

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harryflorals “My wife and daughter are here tonight so let’s give them a round of applause. Let them know how loved they are.” HARRY ON STAGE TONIGHT TALKING ABOUT Y/N AND JULIET!

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harryfan18 he’s forever a family man 😭

harryfan14 JULIET MY FAVORITE NEPO BABY

harryfan16 she is going to get us the one direction reunion we all need

harryfan20 this is so cute omg

harryfan13 juliet needs a sister or brother…or something

harryfan19 harry deserves another child!!!

harryfan11 him being down bad for y/n needs to be studied 🙏

harryfan17 i’m getting hysterical over this

harryfan21 you can tell harry loves his family so much, i’m sobbing

harryfan23 I NEED HIM BADDDD

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stylesdaily Y/N AND JULIET OUT IN LONDON THIS MORNING!

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harryfan28 BEST MOM AND DAUGHTER DO

harryfan29 i just know juliet has that post concert depression

harryfan25 YOU ARE SO 😭😭

harryfan30 the life i need

harryfan22 okay but imagine being harry styles’ daughter…

harryfan33 juliet is our style icon

harryfan36 they are slaying

harryfan31 going to have myself reborn at the next styles child

harryfan34 the realest thing anyone has said 💯

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harrystyles Love On Tour. London ll. June, 2023.

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harryfan41 THE PHOTO OF Y/N??? I’M GOING INSANEEE

harryfan48 why is this so adorable 😭

yourinstagram i love you forever!

harrystyles I love you for infinity!

harryfan40 losing my shit over this

harryfan46 they are never breaking up, that’s just the truth 😩

mitchrowland My wine buddy 🍷🍷

harryfan49 need a man to me obsessed with me like this

anthonypham Two of the best people ever

harryfan42 not getting over this anytime soon

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yourinstagram can’t believe i’m spending the rest of my life with my best friend

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harryfan52 crying over the caption

harryfan58 Y/N AND HARRY BESTIES!!! YUPPP

harrystyles I love every moment with you.

yourinstagram don’t make me cry

harryfan51 LMAOO ME

harryfan55 harry and y/n’s love is so goddamn strong 😭

gemmastyles So sweet ❤️❤️ I love you three

harryfan53 julet wearing old merch is so real

pillowpersonpp Your story is truly a fairytale!

harryfan59 y/n wins at life officially

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tim is the ceo of wayne ent. and therefore makes the most money in the relationship and i just know bernard "obessed with shitty wattpad fics" dowd, laughs every time he sends tim off to work. just laughing to himself in the kitchen saying, "i married the billionaire ceo?!"

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A/N: grr

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When a certain someone — specifically a blond male, showed up to Sukuna’s door that next morning holding a wad of cash in his hand, Sukuna wanted nothing more than to sock him in the jaw. But he contained himself, saying, “Keep that shit for yourself. I don’t want it.”

“Oh? You backing out now, Captain?”

“. . .You’re one sick fuck, Zen’in.” He snatched the money out of the younger’s hands, before slamming his door shut.

Pride is a terrible, terrible thing, and Ryomen Sukuna was full of it.

“Oh, my God, girl! I feel like we moved on a little too quickly. Pause: He—you—you guys KISSED? Stop, don’t—don’t play with me right now. I can’t even get a guy to let me cheat off of him on a final, but you kissed someone on the FIRST date. Let me say that again, FIRST date?! As in the first EVER date you two have been on together.”

If you were counting — which you weren’t, this would have been the seventy-ninth time you giggled out loud this evening. You and Nobara were sitting — no, standing, actually, with you leaning forward with your elbows on the counter, and the brunette doing likewise. You decided — well, you were forced — to fill her in on all that happened the day before. You had just gotten off of your shift, and, obviously, were still in your uniform, but Nobara insisted you tell her anyway. She wouldn’t and “couldn’t” wait until you got back to your apartment.

“Yes, Nobs, for the hundredth time. We kissed and even added a little bit of tongue and then he walked me back to my apartment and we fucked all night.”

The look on her face was absolutely priceless, her jaw dropped to the floor and even broke through the tiles and went further beneath the surface. Just kidding; because that’s not possible, but her expression was even more funny after you said, “I’m just messing with you, girl. I have some self-worth left, believe it or not, and I wouldn’t sleep with someone after the first date.”

“Funny how you decided to deny only that part.”

“. . .”

“Don’t—don’t tell me the rest was true. Oh, my God! STOP! I was only kidding; but you—you actually added tongue? What the fuck? And, you just decided to not call me right after? Wow.” Nobara crossed her arms and stuck her nose in the air for only a few seconds before she went back to gripping your shoulders and shaking your body. “You are such a freak, my God.”

“He also walked me to my door, y’know. No need to focus on only those parts.” You tried to bring her focus onto that, because you found that part the most adorable.

Truth was, the only reason you didn’t immediately call Nobara that night was because you spent the last few hours of that night screaming into your pillow like a schoolgirl and reminiscing on all that happened.

“You know,” you started, turning to face the man behind you, “you didn’t have to walk me all the way to my door, right? I could’ve just gone by myself.” 

You had insisted and insisted to Sukuna that you would be fine, and that the other residents of the building were friendly and cordial, but Sukuna ignored every one of your pleas and walked right next to you anyway. From the parking lot, to the elevators, and down the hallway, Sukuna never left your side, and actually, was surprisingly nice company. You two talked on the way about how good or bad the food at the game was, how hot and humid it was, how annoying the older gentleman beside your seats was, you two talked plenty enough.

“I know. I wanted to.” Sukuna stopped to lean against the wall beside your apartment, crossing his arms as you pulled out your keys.

“Hey, so, I had a lot of fun today. I guess baseball isn’t as boring as I thought it was,” you laughed, scratching the back of your neck. “Thanks for inviting me.” You had tried to tell him on the car ride to your place, but you chickened out.

Sukuna snorted, “No problem; my pleasure, actually. And, I had a lot of fun, too. I think I enjoyed today more than I would if Yuuji was there instead of you. So thank you for coming.”

“Oh, please. Don’t lie; he’s literally your brother. Besides, Yuuji’s not even here to defend himself. Kinda rude, if I say so myself.”

“I’m not lying, though, really. I enjoyed today. I can’t even remember the last time I was able to leave the house for anything fun and actually, sincerely, enjoy it.” Sukuna moved his head as he spoke, as if in a way to accentuate his point. You found that completely and utterly adorable. Just the thought of you being part of making his day alone made you blush, and you looked away sheepishly.

“I’m glad you had a nice time, Sukuna. And thank you, again, for today.” You caught Sukuna by surprise — beyond surprise, actually — when you cupped his face in your hands and brought your lips to his cheek for a chaste kiss. Mwah! The sound was audible through the night. And it was the sound which replayed over and over in Sukuna’s mind as he lay completely awake for hours past midnight in bed. The only thing he dreamt of — when he eventually fell asleep, that is — was you. You.

Now that he thought of it, there were no words to describe you. No words to describe your beauty, though, ethereal did come close. No words to describe the smile which you gave him when you two passed each other on campus. No words to describe how friendly and comforting the melody of your voice sounded to him; if you were a siren, and he, a pirate, Sukuna would dive headfirst into the water. No words to describe how drunk, how dizzy, how pathetic you made Sukuna, even with mere eye contact. But, there was a word to describe Sukuna.

It’s quite simple, actually.

Sukuna was whipped. Absolutely enamored of you. But. . . Very unfortunate he only noticed now. And, it was such, such a shame that he was also full of pride.

“Okay, that’s so romantic, though! I can’t believe it. My friend is gonna get with the love of her life, and I don’t even know how to turn the stove on. Oh, my God. My friend’s getting with the love of her life. OH, MY GOD!” That was not even close to the last time you would hear Nobara say “Oh, my God” that night.

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“You wouldn’t happen to . . . y’know . . . have plans . . . this weekend?”

You didn’t know why Sukuna kept on pausing, but you knew it was oddly suspicious.

“And if I did?”

“Then, I wouldn’t ask you to . . . help me . . . with some . . . math.”

“Sukuna, are you okay? You sound like you’re being held at gunpoint.” You crossed your arms, failing to stifle a giggle. You really couldn’t fathom why he was acting so strange. Sukuna couldn’t, either. 

Ever since the day you both went to that baseball game together, Sukuna’s been different, to say the least. And yeah, maybe after kissing someone for the first time changes your behavior towards them, but still, it was strange. 

He wasn’t as cocky when going over his daily feats at basketball practice; he wasn’t as blunt and insulting to freshmans whom you two came across while on campus; he wasn’t as teasing or sharp with his remarks as he usually was; he wasn’t as assertive and casual whilst slinging an arm ‘round your shoulder. He wasn’t him. Then again, Sukuna also didn’t know why he was acting this way.

“I’m . . . fine. I’m fine.”

“Okay. . . Anyways, I am free. So yeah, I can. My place or yours?”

“Ah, you don’t have a lot of good alcohol,” Sukuna tapped his index finger repeatedly on his chin, as if contemplating which location to use was very difficult for someone like him. “I get bored with just water. So, it’ll have to be mine. ‘Sides, I don’t think Gigi likes me that much anyway.”

You laughed. Sukuna wasn’t very keen on having you tutor him while your apparently “murderous” cat was present. Giselle, also known by her nickname ‘Gigi’, was a black-furred breed, with very sharp, untrimmed nails, which proved useful whenever Sukuna came over to hang out with you or do some other shit. Maybe it was because of how provocative Sukuna and his usual cold demeanor were. Maybe it was because of how close Sukuna got to Gigi’s owner whenever you sat down on the couch together. Maybe it was because of the fact Sukuna took your attention off of your so precious cat whenever he stepped foot into the apartment. Maybe it was because Sukuna was just Sukuna. And Gigi didn’t like that one bit.

“Alright, since you’re afraid of a mere feline, which — mind you, is less than a quarter of both your height and size.”

“Well, that feline comes from the depths of Hell. So yeah, excuse me if I prefer to stay sixty miles away from it.”

“Gigi comes from Hell, now? Pfft—she’s probably just excited to see her previous neighbor, then,” you snorted.

Sukuna gave you a side glance, hiding his growing grin. He was not about to openly admit you were even slightly funny. No, he would never give you that kind of satisfaction.

“Okay, so can you tell me what the variable ‘d’ is?” You had explained the formulas as best as you could, even taking it a step further and dumbing it down immensely. Then you left the living room to put away the dishes, leaving the pink-haired male to attempt his assignment on his own. — With some guidance here and there.

Sukuna and you had ordered Chinese, deciding to study while eating. And while your plan for energizing proved to be frustrating at first — since a certain someone didn’t know how to eat with his mouth closed, you had become used to it by the end. Your tactic? Drowning out the audible chewing noises. Eugh.

“Why don’t you come over here, and I’ll show you.” Sukuna leaned his head on the cushions, wrapping an arm around the back of the sofa.

You scrunched up your face in reply, pausing in the middle of scrubbing food and gunk and whatever off of the porcelain plates. “Pass.

“I told you already, Sukuna. The exponential functions are the ones that slowly curve up; think of it as this: good things happen to a bad thing. Get it? Like, their lives are getting better. And, since I know you’ve already forgotten, a ‘y’ value can have as many ‘x’ values, but the ‘x’ value is . . . unambiguous, so it only has one ‘y’ value. Now, does that help?” 

“Ugh, this is such a bore. How can anyone pay attention to these types of things long enough in class to be good at it? Fuck.”

You took his consequent silence as him giving up on life and continuing to work on solving the problem in his evident misery, but oh, how wrong you were.

“S’kuna, what are you doing?” you sucked in a breath. He was so close. So close, to you. You thought it had only been two seconds, but in those two seconds, it only took Ryomen Sukuna four easy strides to end up here. — With his chest pressed almost right up against your back. Key word: almost. Yes, Ryomen Sukuna was so close, but still, so far.

“Helping you.” God, did he have to be that ambiguous all the time? He was like a walking enigma, a puzzle, a riddle, for you to solve. A mystery for which you would soon lose sleep over.

Sukuna easily grabbed several dried plates, removing them from the rack, and storing them in the cabinet above your head. His hand left lingering touches on your arm as they passed by each other. You slowly, gradually, accumulated a mountain of goosebumps.

It was infuriating.

He was so close, but not close enough.

Every time he moved to grab another plate, he would rest his hand upon your hip or on the curve of your waist. Sometimes he ran his large-scaled hands up your middle; sometimes he moved them lower, and lower. Was he trying to give you heart palpitations?

“Y’know,” he started, his voice dripping with honey, “you can keep breathing, right? What, do I smell that bad?” he snickered.

“I—what—why—what the hell are you doing?” You wanted to argue that he had no sense of personal space, which, yes, was true, but you feared he would stop whatever he was doing at the moment. And, you didn’t want that.

“I’m . . . helping . . . you.” He bent down to your level, lips brushing your ear as he spoke, and his hot breath fanning your ear. 

There it was again. That ‘pausing thing’ of his. But, this time, it was different. Earlier he was pausing as if he was unsure, but now, he was pausing just to create suspense and further rile you up. He clearly knew what he was doing; he knew what he was doing to you. Poor ol’ you, who just innocently wanted to wash some dishes.

You had previously wanted to turn around and properly face him in order to confront him better, but now, you didn’t dare meet his eyes. Not like you could, anyway, you were stuck between the counter and him. Your eyelashes fluttered, as your eyes darted here and there. And your palms began to sweat, you quickly wiped them on the material of your sweater, but your continued attempts were futile.

“No—no, you’re not.” You struggled to stifle your heavy breathing, and it took you quite a time to form a sentence without giving away the tight feeling in your chest.

“Yeah? Then, how could I help you, hm? Tell me,” he spoke your name firmly, like he was anticipating your breaking, and egging you on nevertheless. Then again, how could he not be? It had been days, days, since you two went to that game. Days since he felt like he was in heaven and talking to an angel. Days since he felt your lips on his. Days since he felt well. Days. And for days, he’s been restless, hungry, thirsty, empty. Hell, forget about your predicament, he was the one close to breaking.

“Tell me,” he said your name, again. “Tell me, pretty girl. Tell me.”

“. . .You can help by telling me what the fuck we’re doing right now.”

“Don’t you already know? And here, I thought it was obvious.” Sukuna bit his lip, but that didn’t help any bit in suppressing his laugh.

“What . . . are we . . . doing?” You repeated.

Sukuna was silent, for a moment, “You’re tutoring me, on math.”

“I already know that, dumbass. I mean, what are we doing?”

“You’re gonna need to be a little more specific than that.”

“Oh, my God—what are we doing? What are we? For fuck’s sake. How thick is your skull really, damn.” You finally mustered the courage to twist your body around, and though you were only met with his chest, you sighed and looked upward to meet his face.

“That’s a little harsh.”

You glowered at Sukuna.

“Okay, okay. I’ll talk,” he cleared his throat. “We’re . . . just us. I don’t know what to tell you. Sukuna and you. You and Sukuna. That’s all there is to it, right?”

For a second, you thought he was referencing what you had previously said to Nobara, but then the rational side of your brain kicked in and said, “No, there’s no way he could’ve overhead that,” and so, the surprised expression disappeared from your face as you looked down at the floor of the kitchen.

“We’re friends, yeah, that’s all there is to it. . . But friends don’t do . . . this. So we clearly, definitely, shouldn’t be doing this.”

“So, we can pretend we’re not doing this, right? There, fixed the problem.”

“And if I don’t want to pretend we’re not doing this?”

“Then don’t; we don’t have to pretend.”

“But—”

“Please,” he looked at you with such an earnest expression on his features, “don’t say that word. Not again. You’ve no idea, no idea, how much it drives me crazy when you say that word. Mad, insane, deranged. Anything but that, please, anything. We’re clearly not friends. We’re clearly not just friends. So please, don’t call whatever we have as that. I’m sick of it.”

“If we’re not friends, then, what are we?” Your voice was just above a whisper, and you couldn’t even recall when it turned out that way. 

“. . .We’re whatever you want us to be. . . What do you want us to be?”

“No, you decide, Sukuna. What do you want us to be?” You gingerly laid a palm on top of his chest.

“I decide?”

You nodded, “Whatever you want to be . . . will be.”

“I want us to be . . . us. Together. Just us. No one else; just you and me.”

“Okay. I’d like that.”

He took your hand from his chest and held it in his, as if in a way to seal his promise. “I’m glad.”

Having had a couple beers — in favor of Sukuna giving up on attempting any more math, you were a little drunk. Just a little. 

“You have a stupid, stupid face, but it’s still my favorite. It’s my favorite to stare out. It’s my favorite to kiss. It’s my favorite to rub — your skin is so soft. It’s my favorite. My favorite.” 

He let you pepper as many pecks as you wanted onto his cheek, but when you tried to give Sukuna a proper kiss on the lips, he quickly moved his face to the side so you unintentionally planted your lips on his cheek instead. 

For, he didn’t want you to freak out in the morning and think he was the type of guy to take advantage of someone while they were even a little bit tipsy.

Besides, he had just gotten you. He couldn’t lose you now, could he.

A/N: i love portraying raw emotion

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Eeeeek! It makes me so happy when someone misses and asks about EWTNC Harry and Stylist YN! I love them so much! So here's a little update.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY

Harry hears the bedroom door creak open, keeping his eyes closed and pretending to still be asleep. He can hear the giggles getting closer, and feels the bed shift as two little bodies try to subtly crawl up on top.

"Quietly, okay?" You whisper. "One... two... th-"

"Happy Birthday, Daddy!"

"Hap Bir-day, Daddy!"

Harry pops up in the bed, and turns over to see Winnie grinning, Milo picking at a booger, and you holding a cup of tea, and placing it on the bedside table next to him.

"My goodness! Thank you, my loves!" He exclaims. He grabs both of his children into his arms and tackles them on the bed, causing a burst of laughter.

"Ah! Daddy! No!" Winnie exclaims, her eyes squeezed shut and her smile stretching across her face.

You can't help but feel your chest fill with warmth as you watch them all interact. Doesn't matter what they're doing, if it's together, you always feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude and joy.

"Alright you three, time to get up."

"No…" Harry whines, quickly matched by the children.

"Okay, I guess I'll just head to the kitchen and eat all of the delicious birthday breakfast by myself then." You state, slowly turning around as you pretend that your intention is to walk away.

"Oh no you don't!" You hear behind you, as you feel Harry grasp your wrist, twisting you around and pulling you onto the bed. Winnie and Milo quickly pounce, using their little fingers and giving their best efforts to tickle your sides. You glance over to Harry, being met with a look of pure admiration, and he gives you a sweet smile.

"You win! I surrender!" You throw up your hands and they maneuver off you, giggling at their victory. "How about we have that breakfast now."

Winnie and Milo hop off the bed, and you watch as they shuffle out of the room. You turn back to Harry, who still has that same beautiful look on his face, and you sit up on top of the sheets.

"Happy Birthday, Rockstar." You reach your hand up to his cheek and lean in for a kiss. "Who would have thought that the boy in bandanas would be a husband and dad at twenty-nine! Feel old yet?"

"No, just lucky."

A blush forms on your cheeks and you still don't understand how he can manage to do that to you, after over eight years of being with him.

"Alright, you sap, let's get out of bed before they make a mess."

You grab his hand to pull him up off the bed, but he lets out a low growl, pulling you back down and shifting his body to hover over you.

His short curls fall into his face, his necklaces hang down in front of you, and his lips meet your neck. That same spot that he knows so well.

"Maybe later we can get back into bed and make a mess of our own."

"You need to-" You take a quick breath, as he seems to have taken it out of you. "You need to focus. You've got a show to put on tonight."

"Oh, I can definitely give you a show."

"Harry!" You exclaim with a chuckle, weakly attempting to push him off of you, though not much of your strength is put behind your effort.

"It's my birthday…" He replies, lowering his entire body onto yours, and you wish you could give him exactly wants. And, frankly, what he deserves. You run your fingers through his hair, pulling his face closer for a deep, passionate, and lustful kiss, causing him to let out that low growl once again.

One of his hands squeezes your hip, pressing his own into you, and you let out a quiet moan. At this point, you don't care how the kitchen looks, you just want to look at him, like this.

However, you both pull apart as soon as you hear a little yelp from Milo and Winnie instantly telling him that she is sorry. You sigh, feeling the heat between your legs and the bulge between Harry's. He gives you one last, quick kiss and then moves off of you.

You scoot off of the bed and swiftly turn around, meeting his gaze, showing that he hadn't taken his eyes off of you.

"To be continued." You quietly tease, and his eyes widen along with a grin.

"Well, Happy Birthday to me!"

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"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"You don't like it?" He dramatically hits his palm against his chest as his mouth drops open, knowing full well that you love his outfit, considering the way your eyes are traveling up and down his body. "Winnie helped pick it out. I think she's following in her mummy's footsteps."

"Mhm." You hum, still running your gaze all over his body, focusing on his bare, toned, tattooed chest, that you wish you could lick all over.

"Sunshine, I've worn stuff like this before…" Harry chuckles, stepping forward and placing his hands on your hips.

"I know. There's just something about it tonight…" You reply, letting out a breath you didn't even realize you had been holding. Even after all of this time, after the thousands of outfits you've seen him in, and styled him in, he still somehow manages to take your breath away. You look up to him, placing your hands on his chest and running them down his smooth skin. "But… I have to say… I do prefer you in your birthday suit."

"Fucking hell, YN." He whimpers, leaning down to take your bottom lip between his teeth. "Already ripped one pair of pants on stage… I'm not 'bout to go out there with m'dick standing straight out!"

"Right… it's a family show…" You smirk, leaning up to place a kiss on his earlobe. "But it won't be tonight."

"Oh my god." He mumbles under his breath.

"Daddy! Daddy!" You suddenly hear Winnie's little voice coming from the hallway and Harry gives you a quick kiss on the lips before stepping back and swiftly adjusting himself. Then he looks over and gives you a smile with so many meanings. Lust, adoration, maybe a little disappointment, but also happiness in its purest form.

"I love you, Sunshine." He utters.

"I love you too, Rockstar."

Winnie comes through the doorway, rushing over to the two of you, with Milo trying to keep up behind her. "Look what Milo found for you!"

Milo moves in front of his sister, with his hands in front of him, holding the blue balloon that the two of you clearly spotted as soon as he walked in.

"This is for me, Bub?" Harry asks, kneeling down to his son, who hands him the string.

"Ba-woon, Daddy!"

"It's for your birthday!" Winnie squeals, with just as much excitement as Milo, showing off some pride for her younger brother.

"Thank you, darlings! I love it!" Harry expressed, with a smile as wide as theirs, and his heart full of joy. He looks up to you, smiling with all the love he can portray through just an expression, and then wraps Winnie and Milo into a big hug. "And I know exactly what m'gonna do with it."

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Hiii I have nothing to do at work so of course I have to day dream about different dark!Bucky scenarios (I do not condone cheating but this is really hot to me aaaa)😩 like imagine your husband and Bucky have always had an ongoing rivalry, They worked together, went to college together, hated every ounce of each other. One night you’re at the bar with your friends when Bucky comes over to you and buys you drink after drink after drink, taking you back to his house. He’s throwing you on his bed and ripping your clothes off, kissing you hungrily. “Get ready baby, this is gonna be much tougher than you’re used to.” “Please.” “Yeah? Is he not satisfying you baby? This pretty pussy deserves to be treated right, luckily I’m here now.” He’s so rough with you, fucking you harshly, the dirty talking is driving you crazy. He’s so cocky and cruel, bending you in several different positions and pounding into you for hours. If only you had seen the camera… (part 2??? Bucky making your husband watch the video 😭) -💒

This, a thousand times over 😵‍💫 and I can just imagine throwing all the stuff at him that you wouldn't dream of doing with your husband. Maybe your husband really doesn't let you explore your fantasies and if you've got one chance to do that, you're determined to take it.

Especially if Bucky is quite a bit rougher than you're used to while still being so respectful. He got the impression that you're not being fucked how you want to be and he wants to give you everything you dream of when you touch yourself. He's not necessarily rough with you because he wants to be. He's rough because that's what you want.

If he's feeling extra filthy too, he'd fuck you in the bed you share with your husband. You're on your hands and knees on the bed, presenting your glistening pussy to him, enjoying the sensation of him smearing your arousal over the tip of his cock.

"Fuck, do you know how bad I want this?" He hums quietly, trailing his leaking tip over your slick folds. "Do you know how badly I want to press inside you? You've made such a mess. Bet you feel like fuckin' Heaven and he doesn't even appreciate it."

With his free hand, Bucky grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing just enough that you feel it hurt.

"Don't want to rush this though." His tip lines up with your entrance, teasing the little fluttering hole and God, you're desperate. "I want to take my time. Want to make sure every time your head hits this pillow, you remember how it feels to have every. Last. Inch of me slip inside you."

You can't have him wait any longer though so you press your hips back onto him, feeling just the tip slide into you. "Good girl, that's it. Fuck yourself on me. You need this, don't you? You need to be fucked right for a change."

He's not wrong. You couldn't stop now, even if you wanted to so you keep going, taking all of him. The weight of him inside you is delightful.

"Oh God, you're perfect. You feel like you were made for me." He doesn't dare move. Instead, he takes a second to just enjoy the wet heat of your body and the snug fit of you around his cock.

"You are. A fucking. Dream." He tests the water with a few shallow thrusts, rutting his tip against the sweet spot inside you. You're so wet, you're convinced you must be dripping onto the sheets and your eyes roll back in your head at the very thought.

This is how sex is supposed to feel. You didn't think you could crave anyone the way you do now. "Buck, please." You whimper, rolling your hips back against him, pressing him as deep inside you as possible. "Don't be gentle."

You hear him groan and feel his fingertips trail down your spine, making you arch your back into the bed. "Is that what you need, sweetheart? Can tell just by looking at you that you need it hard and fast and rough tonight. I'll be gentle with you tomorrow morning, I promise. Gotta work some of that tension out of you first. Bet you haven't cum in months."

You don't like that he can tell so easily but you're not surprised either. The first sharp thrust knocks the air from your lungs but all you hear is a pathetic sob, followed by the crack of a hard spank to your ass and the blossoming, stinging pain he's inflicted.

You're not surprised that it only makes you wetter.

[hahafixon]

Only a Little Jealous ~ *Kang Yeosang*

Summary: Yeosang has the biggest crush on you. However, it looks like you prefer Yunho instead. And he can't help but get a little jealous...

Pairing: Kang Yeosang X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffyish Oneshot

Word Count: 1172

Warning: Possessive Yeosang, slightly obnoxious

Masterlist

Taglist: @foxwinter​ ​

Yeosang doesn’t usually get jealous. He likes to think he’s secure in himself and those around him that he doesn’t need to be jealous. More often than not, he’s calming down those who do get jealous. But this was different.

He kept looking at Yunho and you from out of the corner of his eye. His hands tightened into fists without him realizing. Yeosang didn’t want to cause a scene, but seeing the two of you act close like this was really annoying to him. Did you have to be so close to him? Did you have to smile and laugh like that? Did you have to touch him longer than you’re supposed to?

Now, he knows you’re just doing your job. You’re the hair stylist for Ateez. It was your job to be close and mess with Yunho’s hair like that. But that didn’t mean he had to see you fawn over him like that. Yeosang hated it; he hated it so much. But he couldn’t tell you. And he didn’t want anyone else to know, lest the rest of Ateez tease him relentlessly. But he didn’t want to just sit idly by. This whole thing was infuriating.

Before he could stop himself, he called out, “Y/n, can I have some help please?” Of course, when he said it, it sounded meaner than he intended. He mentally slapped himself for that. He was overreacting and he needed to calm down.

You paused before cheerfully making your way over to him. “Hi Yeosang! What seems to be the issue?”

Well, there wasn’t really an issue, besides the fact that he wanted you to stay away from Yunho. But he needed to think of something. “I don’t really like how my hair looks.”

Again, Yeosang mentally smacked himself for the lame excuse and for the fact that you looked so distraught over his words. “Oh? I thought it looked nice, but don’t worry! I can fix it!”

As you started playing with his hair, he couldn’t help but relish in the feeling of your fingers stroking his hair. It was so relaxing and soothing. He could almost fall asleep in the stylist chair because of it. But you were asking questions and he needed to answer them so he didn’t look rude, even though he was acting like it.

“J-just do what you think is best.” He assured you and you nodded, though you didn’t look all that confident.

Yeosang watched you closely as you played with his hair some more. He was absolutely in love with your concentrated face. He thought it was adorable how your tongue poked out from the corner of your mouth. 

Before too long, you had looked a bit different than before. You gave a satisfied smile, which made his heart melt. “There, what do you think?”

He nodded, mirroring your bright smile. “Perfect.”

“I’m glad you like it!” You cheered before leaving to finish Yunho’s hair, much to his annoyance. But he tried to keep it to himself.

“You’re not very subtle, you know.” A certain Wooyoung leaned over to tease him.

Yeosang scoffed though he could feel himself flush at his words. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Oh sure you do.” He continued. “Everyone and I mean everyone can tell you have a thing for Y/n. And we’re all so proud of you, you know.”

“Don’t you have someone else you can annoy?” He shot back.

Wooyoung gave a dramatic sigh. “I would but San doesn’t want to play with me anymore. So I’m here to give you relationship advice.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t really want relationship advice from you.” Yeosang sighed.

Putting his hand over his heart, Wooyoung gave a hurt scoff. “I’m wounded, Yeosang! But seriously, just talk to her. Odds are she might feel the same way.”

“Not when she has someone like Yunho, aka the perfect boyfriend.” He grumbled under his breath.

Wooyoung was about to make a comment when there was a knock at the green room door. A stagehand alerted them to make their way to the main stage so they could perform. With a disgruntled sigh, he got up and made his way to the door. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Yunho give you a hug.

Again, he found he couldn’t stop himself from saying, “Are you two done being all clingy over there?”

You all but jumped away from Yunho. “What? Us? What do you mean?”

“I mean you’re always next to each other and being all clingy and annoying.” He explained, kicking himself internally. Why couldn’t he just shut up already?

Yunho shrugged. “Well, considering she’s my childhood best friend and I don’t get to see her often, I try to hang out with her as much as I can. But if it bothers you, I’ll stop.”

Now he felt like the biggest idiot in the entire universe. Without saying a thing, he gave a curt nod before stalking out of the room. He was still beating himself up about what just happened. He wasn’t like this. He wasn’t ever this mean to any of the other Ateez members. But jealousy can do that to a person he supposes. Now he probably made them both hate him forever, which was not his intent.

Someone punched him playfully on the shoulder. “Hey, Yeosang, lighten up, okay?” Yunho assured him. “Y/n and I are just friends and that’s all we’ll ever be.”

“Okay, so?” He huffed.

“So, I’m sure she would love for her crush to confess to her after the performance this evening..” He mused, a teasing twinkle in his eye.

His eyes widened before he pointed at himself, looking dumbfounded. “Wha- ME?!”

Yunho laughed. “Yes, you! So do me a favor and maybe ask her out after this will you? She’s been talking my ear off about you for the past year or so.”

“She’s liked me for that long?!” He practically shouted before covering his mouth.

Again, Yunho laughed. “Yes! Honestly, you both are so obvious about your feelings for each other and yet so oblivious that it’s being reciprocated.”

“Well, why didn’t she confess?”

“She was scared you didn’t like her back, especially with your recent attitude.” Yunho laughed. “Sound like someone else you know?”

A soft blush graced Yeosang’s cheeks as he looked away from him. He couldn’t believe it. For practically a year, the two of you have been dancing around your feelings for one another. If only he knew. If only he was perceptive enough to have guessed it. Then maybe the two of you would have gotten together already.

“Hello? Earth to Yeosang!” Yunho waved his hand in front of his face. “Believe it or not, but we still have a job to do! C’mon lover boy!”

With a scoff, he shoved him playfully. “I’m coming, I’m coming.”

“Just don’t stay too long in the clouds. You still have to confess to her.”

He nodded, already imagining ways to tell her after the performance.

[kachowden]

Yandere! Fem! Hairstylist x GN!Reader

terms such as “Pretty & Beautiful” used to describe the reader

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Pink and purple coffin nails tapped rhythmically against the granite counter top. Chewing gum popped, her favorite flavor, accompanied the beat of her pretty acrylics.

It was a slow day. She didn’t mind much though. No, not when she had such an important guest coming to visit. Her favorite customer. <3

Not someone famous. Not a model nor a singer. Just a sweet pet shop owner, with the prettiest eyes she had every seen.

She often begged to do the customers makeup. Such pretty eyes would look wonderful with a splash of color on their sweet pretty skin. But she wasn’t pushy, and her darling customer always declined.

“I wouldn’t want your work to be wasted on me. The animals will smear it within an hour anyway.”

But her work could never be wasted on you! Didn’t you know that? Others sure, but never you! She laughed it off though. In favor of finishing your hair cut.

Moments like this were where she loved her job so dearly. Getting to touch you, and hear you talk about your day as if you to were just lovers enjoying each others company. So what if her hands lingered too long? You wouldn’t notice. You wouldn’t know.

Your head was always in the clouds. You were so beautiful that way. Your eyes always misted. Like you were looking through her. You day dreamed so often that she often wondered how you ever got work done.

Though maybe your dreamlike personality was what soothed the animals. What brought people in.

She wished though, at times you would look at her. That through your foggy mind you would come to her. Dream of her, the way she so often dreamed of you.

Perhaps someday. Not today though. Another. Just not today. The thought made her nervous. So not today, but soon. Very soon.

She loved to run her fingers through your hair, once or twice. Maybe three times. She knew you liked it. The feelings of her nails scraping softly against your scalp.

She’d offered you a facial. A massage. You denied her though as you always did.

“I’d hate to take up your time.”

You were too sweet. Too considerate. She loved that about you. She hated it to though. She wouldn’t mind if you were selfish with her.

The sound of her special bells rang softly in the air, signifying the arrival of her dear customer.

Her perfect glossy pink lips curved into a sugary smile at the sight of your haggard form.

You were just too sweet. <3

“Same as usual?”

“Actually. Can I take you up on that facial? If it’s alright with you?”

…..perhaps today could be the day.

[danisbrainrot]

supermodel

tigris x reader

tw: smoking, drugs, alcohol, implied/mentioned ed, coriolanus is his own tag, (maybe a slight) power imbalance where tigris is a stylist and reader is her model (I don't know how modelling works LMFAO).

I'm purely using information I learnt from ugly betty; the title may or may not be inspired by a certain måneskin song.

you drag on your cigarette, watching the puff of smoke vanish in the afternoon air. you were waiting patiently outside as your stylist, tigris, added last minute modifications to your outfit. you'd gotten there early in the morning like she requested and you thought the photo shoot was going good, until you almost broke the shirt—her assistant struggled to zip it up. it didn't matter how tigris insisted it was her fault for not getting the correct measurements, your stomach dropped as you realise that you hadn't lost enough weight.

it was a miracle you'd managed to book this gig at all. tigris was an elusive stylist—the cousin of the president himself—and your modelling career was still in its infancy. you wonder what's taking her so long; your cigarette butt the only part still left. you groan, flicking it on the ground and stomping on it, before knocking on the door.

tigris opens it, apologising profusely for keeping you waiting, before she welcomes you back inside. you smiled tightly at her, trying to conceal the insecurity coursing through you. she directed you behind the divider and began to personally assist you, the zip sliding up smoothly. "there we go," she mumbles, a proud smile on her face.

the photographer had you try a few poses, but it seemed whatever you did it wasn't working—the angles were too unflattering, the lighting too harsh or your expression looked pained. you felt nervous, knowing how desperately you needed this gig, how it would shoot you into stardom.

tigris, noticing how anxious you were, pulls you aside. "are you okay?" she asks, placing a comforting arm on your shoulder. "it's not your fault, I promise," but you shake your head.

"it is. I'm not good enough," you reply, holding back the tears threatening to explode. she sighs softly, embracing you tightly.

she pulls away, staring directly in your eyes. "I chose you. I think you're exactly right for this photo shoot. for my clothes," she whispers, smiling reassuringly at you. you return the smile, your heart beat quickening—you couldn't help but admire the woman; you also felt a warmth in your stomach. the beginnings of a crush was forming.

"thank you," you blush softly. you tuck your hair behind your ears, a newfound confidence filling you as you step out back in front of the camera.

the rest of the day went by fast, as you struck pose after pose, leaving tigris cheering and clapping and the photographer calling out praises. you could hardly contain your infectious laughter, filling the room with joy.

after the shoot, tigris invites you back to her apartment. she offers you wine, champagne, all kinds of alcoholic beverages, while showing you more sketches she designed just for you. you don't know how she knew about you, or why she picked you, but you were eternally grateful.

it was a massive commercial success; tigris was receiving huge praise for her new line and your agent couldn't put the phone down. everyone who was anyone wanted to book you. however, you always made time for tigris—after all, she made you famous.

you had been invited to an exclusive party, for the elite of the capitol, in the president's mansion. you have no idea how, but you suspected it had something to do with the fact his cousin was obsessed with you. it was hard not to be, when you were the covergirl of nearly every magazine.

anxiously, you snorted a line of cocaine in the car, feeling the familiar buzz bring you to life. it was a typical occurrence that you were the life of the party. there wasn't a song you couldn't dance to, a silence you couldn't fill and a party you couldn't liven up.

alcohol was shoved in your face everywhere you went —it was rude to reject it, you concluded, so you gladly drank every drink offered to you. noticing how fancy everyone was dressed, you felt almost out of place in your mini dress and high heels. tigris had designed it specifically for you, however, so you couldn't not wear it. she designs most of your wardrobe, now that you thought about it.

you were conversing with some important gamemaker when tigris intercepted you, wanting to introduce you to her cousin and his wife. you smile politely, shaking hands with president snow before kissing his wife livia on the cheeks. tigris began gushing about how wonderful of a model you were, and that she was proud to have discovered you. you couldn't help but feel your stomach churn as the president eyed you up and down.

as an avox walked past, you grabbed a glass of the finest panem wine and almost downed it immediately. tigris eyed you warily, worrying about how quickly the alcohol was flowing through you. livia, noticing her husband's gaze, scowls and excuses the two of them—heading in an old academy friend's direction instead.

"are you okay?" tigris asked, taking a hold of your hand and stroking it with her thumb soothingly. "livia and coriolanus can be cold, I understand—"

"no it's not that," you lie, smiling your million dollar smile. "just feeling a bit weird, that's all." in reality, you felt yourself coming down.

you head to the bathroom and do another line, waiting for that delicious buzz to hit. the door opens suddenly, and you look up in shock to see tigris' face fall. "oh no, not you too," she sighs, grabbing you by the arm and dragging you elsewhere.

stumbling over your feet, you let her lead you to a guest room in the president's mansion. she sits you on the bed, forcing water down your throat—she also begged you to eat something, but you refused; her pleas falling on deaf ears. you couldn't afford to put any weight on as you had too many gigs lined up.

it hurt her seeing you this vulnerable. you had passed out on the bed, your hair a mess, your makeup smudged and reeking of alcohol. she sighs, sitting next to you and brushing the hair of your sweaty face. she leaned down hesitantly, unable to help herself, before pressing a soft kiss on your lips.

she scolds herself for taking advantage of you, getting up to leave when she hears you stir. "please don't leave me alone," you whimper. she turns to face you, smiling reassuringly.

"don't worry, I'll stay right here," she promises, holding your hand.

when you woke up the following morning, your head pounded and all details from last night were muggy. the only memory was of soft lips pressed against your own.

you groaned, holding your head in pain before getting up. you found the toilet, sticking your head in it and emptying last night's dinner. you almost jump in shock when you feel someone hold your hair back, rubbing their hand up and down your back soothingly.

"you're okay," tigris affirms, holding you in her arms as you cry softly. sobbing into her chest, she rests her chin against your head, her grip on you firm and comforting.

"I hate how out of control I get," you sob, sniffling as you pull away from her.

she sighs, wiping your tears away with her thumbs. "I'll help you, I promise," she squeezes your hands reassuringly.

"did you kiss me last night?" you blurt out. you'd been dying to know ever since you realised it was her hand rubbing your back as you vomited.

tigris cheeks turn a deep scarlet, as she grows flustered and tries to come up with an explanation. "i-um, im so sorry I shouldn't—"

you interrupt her, "it's fine if you did. I just kind of wish you did it when I was sober," you tease, a soft smirk appears on your face. she bites her lip and avoids your gaze in embarrassment.

"are you sober now?" she asks, refusing to meet your eyes.

you laugh, shaking your head—mostly in disbelief. "I've got vomit breath," you reply.

"I don't mind," tigris whispers, suddenly looking at you lovingly.

you pause, your breath catching on your throat as you process what she said. it's your turn to blush, as she leans in slowly. you get up, however, scouring the cabinet and finding mouthwash. tigris giggles as you swish, gargle and rinse your mouth.

"now I'm ready," you exclaim, as she stands up. awkwardly you crash into her, placing one hand on her hip and the other on the back of her head. she laughs, wrapping both her arms around your waist and kisses you back passionately.

you throw yourself into the kiss, finally letting go and enjoying it—you've wanted to kiss her ever since she'd been so understanding and caring on your first photoshoot. it was actually mortifying hiding your huge crush on her. now that you had her, you'd be sure to enjoy the blissful moment with her.

[the-whispers-of-death]

When Actor! Stone finally worked up the courage to ask his stylist to put him in a dress for the upcoming event, they scoffed and sneered. Naturally, Kali fired them on the spot and introduced Stone to Stylist! Reader, who took one look at the huge, burly figure that is Stone and said “You would fucking rock a gown,” and immediately got to work hand-making a slutty dress with a slit on each side. 🫧

I at first thought the stylist in the beginning was Stylist!Reader and I got very scared and then I read the entire ask.

Actor!Stone would rock a gown, you're so right. He goes out to the event in the slutty gown you made him with Actor!Kali on his arm looking very dapper in the suit you made him. They sing your praises in the interviews, Kali twirls Stone around so the camera can see the gown from every angle.

You did such a great job that the media sings your praises in the news the next day, gushing about how well Stone and Kali looked in your clothes. And perhaps, your clientele goes up, every other celebrity wanting you to design their clothes for their next events.

[lovecanyon]

STYLIST!Y/N GRAMMY BLURB!

MASTERLIST | PATREON

Y/N couldn't believe her luck as she walked arm-in-arm with her husband, Harry Styles, towards the red carpet of the 65th Annual Grammy Awards.

While she took in the sights and sounds of the most prestigious music event in the industry, she couldn't help but feel proud of the role she played in preparing her husband for his big night.

As Harry's personal stylist, Y/N had worked tirelessly to create the perfect ensemble for him to wear when he took the stage to perform his latest hit song. As they made their way down the red carpet, cameras flashed and fans screamed Harry's name. But Y/N's attention was focused on their ten year old daughter, Juliet.

She looked beautiful in her little black dress, which Y/N had carefully chosen and accessorized for her. Being able to share this special moment with her family made Y/N feel incredibly grateful.

Once inside, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the grandeur of the event. Everywhere she looked, she saw music legends and industry heavyweights.

But as Harry's performance drew nearer, her focus shifted once again. She made sure that he was looking sharp and feeling confident before he took the stage.

As Harry's performance began, Y/N felt her heart swell with pride. She couldn't believe how far he had come since they first met on the set of The X Factor. Now, here he was, performing at one of the most prestigious music events in the world.

Y/N knew that her role in his success was small but she couldn't be happier to support him in whatever way she could.

When it was Harry's turn to accept an award, Juliet was jumping up and down with excitement. Y/N held her hand tightly as they made their way to the stage, feeling like the proudest wife and mother in the world. Harry gave a heartfelt speech, thanking his fans and family, including Y/N for always keeping him looking sharp. Juliet couldn't stop clapping and cheering for her dad.

Throughout the night, Y/N and Harry were constantly being approached by fans and reporters alike, but they made sure to keep Juliet close and protected from the crowds.

Juliet, on the other hand, thrived on the attention and was more than happy to snap some pictures with fans and even some of the other celebrity kids in attendance.

After the show, Y/N and her family joined the after-party. She mingled with other stylists and industry professionals while Harry and Juliet danced the night away.

As they left the party, Y/N looked back at her family with a sense of contentment. She was proud of everything that they had accomplished together and couldn't wait to see what the future held for them.

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[fateisnotafactor]

My friend beta-reading my fics:

[image: a poorly drawn character saying “I would like to buy a verb”]

@siegeofthedork

[spamgyu]

getty images allegations?? BEAT.

thrown out of court.

my defendant will be SERVING but not in jail ur honor ☝🏼😌

[harryseightynine]

masterlist | ask

like, reblog and feedback means a lot to me ;)

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yourinstagram europe was fun

erodasoty love your style!!!!!!

rosescheer are you going to MSG shows?

↳ yourinstagram yes 😝

harris_reed gorgeous

gemmastyles can’t wait to see you again xx

bellahadid need ur help, come back to meeeeee

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ynsource life goals: to be styled by YN/YLN

sunflowerhescheeky that’s my dream !!!!!!

harrykiwi kendall and hailey iconic

ynfan2 when will harry get dress well again

↳ jamesdeaneyes he only has that blue jacket now

arianasharry @yourinstagram save harry

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harryupdates Harry out in New York with friends today.

twoghostaylor he left toronto asap

godharry the shirt omg

matildaishome BREATHLESS

ynfan2 YN WAS WITH HIM

gotlostinwonderland his outfit it’s so GOOD

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ynupdates YN via Instagram Story!

harrygoldenhours i didn’t know she designed the clothes too

ynfan4 yn and yourbff i missed theeeeeem

cherrystyles i love her making fun of harry lambert

wsmrry which outfits did she design?

↳ hsfashionarchive she styled nashville 2021 gucci suit, long island, las vegas, paris, madrid, lisbon and MSG :)

↳ glossierry the best 😫

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harrystyles Love On Tour. New York City I. August, 2022.

sunflowervolrry that leave america was very sad

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yourinstagram SLAYED AGAIN

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yourinstagram i just posted a video of summer clothes! check the link in my bio for more ideas :)

haileybieber STUNNING

stylests89 fashion icon

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ynfan5 CASA COMIGO

harrystyles Your smile, I’m delighted.

↳ yourinstagram should I say thank you?

↳ erodasfish what is this? a movie?

↳ darlingsrry IM NOT FREAKING OUT IM NPW

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harryupdates HARRY AND YN WERE SPOTTED IN NEW YORK

tobesofineline ARE THEY DATING?

↳ harryupdates they are friends

↳ saturnmoonstyles the last time we said it didn’t end well

↳ astyleswas do not remember me

harryishome stop making assumptions

augustslippedaway he looks so happy 🥺

[be-with-me-so-happily]

Love of My Life

For the 'Even When The Night Changes' series

Summary: Y/N (stylist!yn) applies to be a styling intern for the One Direction crew during the Where We Are tour. As she gets better at her job and closer to the band and crew (especially Harry Styles), some of her dreams seem to be coming true, but so are some of her fears.

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A/N: As a celebration of the 1 year anniversary of this series, I wanted to give you something very special. Here it is. The wedding of Harry and Stylist Y/N.

Warnings: Fluff, fluff, fluff, oh and an emotional Niall

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August 2017

[Deep breaths, you're gonna be totally fine]

You purse your lips and exhale, doing your best to control your breathing and the butterflies uncontrollably fluttering around inside.

You're not scared. It's just a big moment. And even all the dreaming and planning didn't prepare you for the emotions and adrenaline coursing through your veins as you get ready to walk down the aisle.

"I wasn't privileged to have always been there for you, but I always will be kiddo. And I'm so honored to be here now." Dave states as he takes in a shaky breath. "You look beautiful, YN."

He lifts up the hand of yours that he has held in his, and twirls you under his arm, allowing you to show off your silk, fitted, sweetheart neckline bridal gown.

The moment is something you had wished for as a little girl, and then one you never thought you'd have as you grew older. Without your father in your life, this moment never seemed possible. But here you are, being doted over by Dave, and it is better than you ever could have imagined.

"Dave..." You reply, quivering in your words. "I can't… imagine… this moment without you."

You take a deep breath, wrap your hand around Dave's arm, and he nods when you turn your head to him.

"Let's get you to Harry." He winks.

You nod back to him and straighten up as you take the first steps.

Your heart leaps as you start to hear the first chords of your chosen song. To be more specific, Harry's chosen song.

You awake to the soft strumming of a guitar, and smile as you open your eyes to see Harry sitting up in bed and staring out the window with the instrument on his lap.

"What are you doing there, Rockstar?" You ask sleepily.

"Good morning, Sunshine." He turns around, a sweet smile displayed on his face. "I was just thinking about you, and the wedding…"

"Oh?"

"I think… if you don't mind… I think I have the perfect song for you to walk down the aisle to…" He states bashfully.

"Okay, H. Let's do it." You shrug.

"Yeah?" He grins. "Can it be a surprise?"

"I wouldn't expect anything less from you." You giggle.

The butterflies rise as you realize an instrumental version of 'Here Comes the Sun' by The Beatles is beginning to serenade you.

But with each step, the song begins to fade further into the background as the noise of your racing heartbeat takes its place. If you could focus on anything else, you'd notice all eyes on you. You'd hear the joyful sniffles from loved ones. You feel Dave patting your hand in encouragement and emotion. However, the closer you get to the end of the aisle, the more fixated you become on the man waiting there for you.

You cannot help the way your eyes wander up and down his frame, admiring how well his surprisingly buttoned white shirt fits his upper body, and the way his trousers hug his lower half in all the right ways.

[Skinny jeans who?]

He looks incredible. Not that he ever hasn't, but today he has reached his peak. No sheer black shirt, Saint Laurent jacket, or floral Gucci suit could ever compare to the way that he looks right there. But what makes it the best, is the sparkle in his gorgeous green eyes, and the wide brimming smile on his face. Those expressions are bigger and brighter than you've ever seen them, and your heart swells with love.

Suddenly, you're there, facing the man you still can't believe you're spending the rest of your life with. If anyone told you three years ago that this would be your future, you would have fainted from the lack of breath you'd have due to laughter. The thought of just being loved felt ridiculous back then. But to be loved by Harry Styles? Unfathomable. Yet, you have it even better. You are loved by Harry. Just Harry. And there he is before you, loving you, and waiting to take you as his wife.

"You're a lucky man, Harry." Dave utters, receiving an instant nod from the man he is addressing.

"I know." Harry responds, reaching his hand out as Dave lets go of yours. "Trust me, I know."

Dave gives you a kiss on the cheek and you give him the most appreciative smile you can muster. You know that you wouldn't be in this moment if it weren't for the way he loved your mother. He showed her, and then you, that it was possible to be cherished in exactly the way someone should be.

"You look… YN, you look…" Harry stumbles through his words, his eyes flickering up and down your body as you move beside him. They work their way back up to yours, and his other hand reaches to your cheek, using his thumb to gently caress your skin. "You're absolutely gorgeous."

"Looking really snazzy there yourself, H." You reply, your gaze never leaving his.

"Yeah, yeah. Everyone looks good. Now, can we do what we all came here for?"

Your attention is taken from each other as you both turn to look at the source of the voice beside you both.

Niall winks, prying open the notebook he brought to help him keep on track while officating the ceremony. You chuckle as he takes a deep breath, knowing full well that he may have a harder time keeping his composure than either you or Harry.

"Family and friends, we are here today to witness Harry and Y/N commit to one another. However, this was done in their hearts a long time ago. I would know, I was there."

The crowd chuckles.

"From the beginning, Y/N brightened something in Harry, and Harry ignited something in her. Even through the tough times, they were always tethered together somehow, they have always been in love."

Niall looks to you and winks again, a gesture to prove that he was right all along. From the beginning.

"Now, m'tryna keep it together, because I love these two loads. So, m'gonna keep it short."

Harry gently places his finger under your chin, and leads your gaze to meet his. You instantly see his bright eyes and beaming smile, causing you to forget where you are. You just stare into those gorgeous greens and everything feels right.

"It's… It's now time for the vows, and these two have written their own. So, get out your tissues and handkerchiefs, people." Niall suggests, pulling out his own in preparation.

"Bloody hell mate, I wanna get through this and you're not helping." Harry whispers, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a paper.

"Jesus. Okay. Haz, please read your vows out to Y/N."

Harry clears his throat and takes a deep breath, staring down at his paper before looking back up to you.

"Sunshine. I've used that name for you since the day we met. As soon as I saw you, and your bright presence, I was instantly drawn to you. From that day forward, you were always on my mind."

He looks up to you with a smirk, and small blush forming on his face, then looks back down to his words.

"You kept a strong guard of your heart, but you also quickly had a strong hold on mine, and I knew that it was yours from then on. Thank you, for trusting me with your own. Y/N, I promise that you'll never have to guard it again, because I'll keep it safe every day of my life. I would do anything for you, and I plan to prove that to you every single time I take a breath."

You hear Niall clear his throat, and make the mistake of quickly glancing over to him, seeing the glossy filter of emotion forming over his eyes.

"Don't you dare." You quietly plead, focusing back on Harry so he can continue.

"You know me, the real me, the deepest parts of me. You're the reason behind the man I am now, and the man I want to be, and I don't want to be anywhere else but with you. You are everything to me."

He pulls his lips inward for a moment, folding up his paper and grabbing your left hand for a kiss.

"I love you, Sunshine. Always."

You can hear a multitude of sniffles in the crowd, but refuse to look their way. You stay focused on him.

"Oh no. I'll lose it in a moment…" Niall states in a whisper. "Because now it's time for your vows, Superstar. Please read them to Harry."

You turn towards Natalie to grab the paper you spent very little time writing on. It wasn't hard to know what you wanted to say to the man standing in front of you.

Your gaze catches your best friends and you smile as you see the small lines in her makeup made clear by her tears.

"Damn it. He's good at that." She whispers.

"Yeah, too good."

You turn back to face Harry, getting lost in his eyes for a moment, yet again, and grab one of his hands with your own. You close your eyes and let out a strong exhale, opening them again to view the words you are about to express.

"Harry, since day one, you have changed my life. I was so scared to open up- to love someone, or be loved by someone. But then I met you. No one has ever made me feel so out of control, but yet also completely safe at the same time."

You pause, taking in a big inhale as you think about the sincerity of those words.

"I've had constant butterflies since the first moment you looked at me, and I knew nothing would be the same. That feeling will never go away."

A subtle shake of your head, and the swallowing down of the lump in your throat give you the ability to continue.

"You opened up my heart, and my world. I would have never experienced most of what I have if it weren't for you. You are everything I never knew I needed, and everything I never want to be without. You changed my life, and now you are my life."

You peer up to him and are taken into the trance that only he can do with you, awakening those same butterflies you had just mentioned before.

"I love you, Rockstar. Never a question."

"Oh boy. That was… yeah, beautiful you two." Niall quickly swipes his thumb under his eyes and clears his throat. "But I held it together."

"Umm…" you chuckle. "If you say so."

"Alright. Alright. Let's keep this going and get rings on fingers, 'cause I wanna get ya married!"

Mitch hands yours to Harry, and Natalie hands Harry's to you. You smile as you hold it in your palm, remembering the very first time you saw it. The thick gold band, surrounding a green peridot gem in the middle. The one you saw and instantly thought of him. The one you bought for him, and sent him for Christmas that first year you had been together, after the breakup. The one he kept that entire time, but never wore, in hopes that one day he can wear it for something special. The one he, apparently, kept for today.

He grabs both of your hands, rubbing his thumbs over your fingers, biting his lower lip as his right foot moves behind his left leg and begins to tap on the ground.

"Harry, do you take Y/N to be your wife? Will you cherish her, love her, support her, and commit to her through whatever life may throw at you?"

"I do."

"F'course you do." Niall winks.

Harry brings up your left hand for a kiss, looking up at you before he lowers it back down slightly, and gently slides your wedding ring onto your finger. You look down and the breath is taken from you. He asked to buy you a completely different and additional ring, not just a wedding band. Your engagement ring now sits on your other hand, and a beautiful gold floral band with a peridot stone in the center rests in its place. It matches the one you purchased for him, the gemstone representing August, for the month you met and now also for the moment you take his last name.

"And Y/N, do you take Harry to be your husband. Will you cherish him, love him, support him, and commit to him through whatever life may throw at you?"

"I do."

Tears begin to congregate at the corners of your eyes, and you dip your head down to place the ring on his finger. As your gaze comes back up, Harry's hand runs across your cheek to collect the moisture.

"We figured." Niall laughs, pulling you out of the love daze you're in and reminding you of the actual event taking place. "Alright, well, now for the best part! The internet gave me the power to say that I can now… oh geez… I can now pronounce you husband and wife!"

Cheers erupt from all around you, but your gazes and grins stay on each other, reveling in the moment you legally become one another's, though you know that happened in your hearts a long time ago.

"Now, kiss her you fool!" Someone, who sounds like your brother, shouts from their seat.

Unfazed, you watch as Harry glances over your lips, biting his own as both hands move to cup your cheeks.

Anyone else would expect to be pulled right in and lips firmly smashed together as the final step of the ceremony. But Harry slowly leans in, breath labored as if it is the first, but also most important, kiss between you too. His lips initially graze yours, causing a shiver over your skin as your hands slide up from his biceps to the back of his neck. He presses softly against you, pulling you in closer, his tongue gently teasing to be let in.

Time stands still. It's the perfect way to end the official event and begin your life as a married couple. You could be in that moment forever, but as your mind begins to flash to all the possibilities ahead for the two of you, your lips pull away. Looking up to Harry, you notice the gathering of tears in his eyes as you feel one or two of your own begin to trickle down.

"I don't want to let go of this moment." He whispers, words shared between just the two of you, despite the many eyes pointed your way.

"You don't have to." You quietly respond, a whirlwind of love, excitement, and joy taking over you completely. "I'm not going anywhere."

He smiles and pulls you in for another kiss, one with a little more passion, but the same amount of tenderness as before.

All of a sudden, there's the slight feeling of warm breath hitting between the two of you.

"But if you two don't move, no one gets to eat." Niall mumbles, causing you and Harry to smile against each other's lips, finding the comedy in the fact that even though this is a new journey for you two, some things will never change.

"Alright." Harry mutters, finally pulling back from you, his eyes still taking yours in. "Let's get this party started."

~~~~~

"If the bride and groom could make their way to the dancefloor, it is time for their first dance as newlyweds."

Harry stands up and grabs your hand, helping you out of your seat and leading you to the center of the room.

"Now, don't be mad…"

"Oh god, that's never good." You chuckle.

"I have one more surprise for you." He states, giving you that mischievous smirk you are so used to seeing.

"Okay…" You reply nervously. You're not the biggest fan of surprises, and Harry knows this, but each one he has done for you has gone above and beyond any expectation you could ever have. It's not as though you need him to do it that way, but you know it's the way he likes to, and the thought he puts into it always shows how much he loves you.

Suddenly, the quick sound of drums hits your ears, and you instantly recognize his choice of song with the upbeat notes of the other instruments beginning to play.

"You picked a 'Starship' song?" You ask, eyebrows raised in curiosity and amusement. "Why?"

You reach your spot and he spins around to hold your waist, pulling you in as close as possible to his chest. You instinctively rest your head on his shoulder and feel the weight of his head as it rests on yours.

(Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now)

Lookin' in your eyes

I see a paradise

This world that I've found is too good to be true

Standin' here beside you

Want so much to give you

This love in my heart that I'm feeling for you

"Umm… 'cause you were listening to them…" Harry begins, causing you to pull back your head, seeing the blush in his cheeks and his eyes flickering around as if in embarrassment.

[He's so cute when he's flustered, and it's funny that he still seems to get that way with you]

"The first time I walked in on you singing, in the dressing room, you were listening to a 'Starship' song." He explains.

"Such a sap." You chuckle as you sarcastically shake your head, your heart filling with every positive emotion you can feel at one time.

And we can build this dream together

Standing strong forever

Nothing's gonna stop us now

And if this world runs out of lovers

We'll still have each other

Nothing's gonna stop us

Nothing's gonna stop us now

"Thank you. I love it." You whisper to him, feeling those permanent butterflies as his lips gently kiss the top of your hair.

You lift your head, staring into the eyes that can pierce their way to your soul, and you cup his cheek, knowing that this is exactly where you were meant to be.

All the fear, adventure, heartbreak, fighting and waiting for each other was a difficult journey to experience, but it led you to this perfect moment, with this perfect man.

"Why are you so good to me?" You ask, watching as his eyes begin to glisten in the dim light of the room.

"Because you're the best thing that's ever happened to me." He smiles, carefully holding the back of your head and bringing you in for a kiss.

You smile against his lips and wrap your arms tighter around his neck, keeping his face close as he momentarily pulls away.

"You're my favorite person in the whole world, Mrs. Styles." He grins, and you wonder if he can feel your heart beating as strongly as you can feel his.

[That very first day he saw you, you were shocked that he knew your name, but now you are so happy and honored that you get to take his]

"And you will always be mine."

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Let Me Do Your Hair ~ *Han Hyungjun*

Summary: You are the band's stylist and you're really good at what you do. But your boyfriend refuses to ask you to do his hair. Perhaps you'll have to take matters into your own hands.

Pairing: Han Hyungjun X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 763

Warning: N/A

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Hyungjun wasn’t sure how to classify what he was feeling at the moment. Was it insecurity? Was it some kind of moral quandary? Whatever it was, he knew he couldn’t tell you.

See, the problem is you were the band's hair stylist, and you were a pretty famous one as well. Hyungjun has always been amazed with what you can do with hair. And he was honestly a little jealous. You could do all of these amazing, intricate styles that looked good on everyone you styled for. However, the problem was you never offered to do his hair. Usually it was Seungmin or Jooyeon who was monopolizing your time. He couldn't help but wonder what the experience would be like, to have his hair styled by you, but he was too afraid to ask. He didn't want you to think he was annoying by "demanding" your time.

So he stood back and admired your work in silence. Oh, sure, he complimented all of your creations and how you expertly worked with hair. But he never once asked if you would do his hair. His fear of rejection and fear of upsetting you held him back. Besides, it was better this way. You probably liked it better that he wasn’t badgering you to do his hair like Jooyeon was.

But, like all secrets, it didn’t stay secret for long. 

When you worked with the other members of the band, you would notice the longing in his eyes. You would see how his eyes lingered on your work whenever you finished another masterpiece. You could tell he was hiding something from you, and you were starting to piece together what exactly he was hiding from you. Now the question remains of how you should confront him about it.

Now, the thing is you know Hyungjun. You can read him like an open book. And you know better than to outright ask him if what you think you’re thinking is true. You don’t want to spook him by flat out asking him. He would say no that way. But if you were clever in asking, he would agree. You just knew it. So instead, you gathered more evidence to confirm your conclusion and set up a little ruse to get him to confess.

It was a simple little dinner, nothing too fancy. You made all of Hyungjun's favorite foods and even pulled out his chair for him. After most of the meal was over, you decided to spring the trap. You began to complain about your work. You talked about how you felt like you weren’t being challenged with the band anymore, since it seemed all the boys liked their hair just the way it was and didn't see a need for change. You admitted that you were looking for your next muse, someone who could really take your skill to the next level. You noticed the longing in his eyes, knowing you almost had him, but he remained silent on asking you to be your inspiration.

“Whoever you pick, they have to be someone special.” He mumbled thoughtfully to himself as he finished eating.

You nodded. “I agree. But who? Who would you pick?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Besides, I feel like that should be your decision. They'll be your muse after all. Not mine.”

Well, it wasn’t the exact answer you were looking for, but you could work with it. “What about you?”

Hyungjun's utensils dropped to the table. “M-me?”

You nodded, taking his hands in yours. “Why not? You have beautiful hair and I’ve seen the way you stare at all my work. I know you want me to style your hair, you just haven’t gotten up the courage to ask. So now I’m asking you to let me do your hair.”

He blushed, avoiding your deep, loving stare. “Are you sure you want me to do it? I thought you’d be annoyed if I asked, so I never said anything. Are you sure you wouldn’t rather have anyone else be your muse?”

You shook your head. “No. I don’t want anyone else but you. You’re special to me and I really want to do something special for you. So may I please do your hair?”

There was a brief pause before he glanced into your eyes. They were so full of hope and longing, he started to feel guilty about wanting to say no. Maybe that’s why you asked him. You saw that same look of longing and hope in his own eyes. His heart skipped a beat.

“Yes. Please do.”

[dollsuguru]

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