#stylist!reader

[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.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

thinking about a hybrid wolf hair dresser/ barber that would NEVER work on human hair.. but as they see more of you in public, they're more and more willing to make an exception for yours. not really a request lol just pitching an idea if you want to use it or change it up somehow! love your work!!

Yandere Wolf Hybrid Hair Stylist 

Rules | Kofi | Masterlist

Fashionable with the fairest mane around Emile is the envy of hybrids and humans alike

He adores throwing on something flashy and doing a hair flip whenever the opportunity presents itself

He’s just so good at what he does 

He only takes the highest quality clients

The Lion-Hybrid Talk Show host

The celebrity sheep-hybrid 

The list goes on…but only with very select traits

Fame and being a hybrid 

All the things that will have The Emile Farehaire even looking in any client’s direction

And yet when you happen to pass him while doing hair for a movie he’s enraptured

It’s likely because you’ve been working and you didn’t have time to tame your bed-head this time around

If you can believe it the first time he sees you and your mop of unruly hair he turns his nose up and continues walking

“Hmph humans. Given so little hair and they still look terrible!”

You’d think after working on seven different clients a day he’d forget all about the human assistant he happens to see passing by

…and yet…he can’t seem to

The second time he’s surprised to feel his beautifully conditioned and brushed tail wagging when he sees you again with that stupidly greasy hair

“What a look. Maybe try my hair care line, then maybe you’ll look better!”

He was being mean, he knew that

But in his mind, he’s already seen it played out 

You’ll stop and glare, turning to shove your clawless little finger into his chest while you reprimand him

And of course, he’d smile with superiority as he pulls a stray strand of your unruly hair while he mocks you again 

Of course he’d let you whine before relenting and inviting you into his chair

“A charity client,” he’d say and from then on you’d silently be grateful behind that witty banter you two will always have

Except…it doesn’t happen this way at all 

You just…keep walking

Whether you’ve got earbuds or genuinely thinking of the hundreds of tasks you have to get done 

You just don’t respond so Emile is standing flustered while he thinks he’s been ignored

And now instead of catching up on all the latest gossip from his regular he’s mentally debating if you purposefully ignored him and how on this  good green earth was he going to get your attention

First things first he has to get your name

In all his delusions+ imagines he’d never got your name

So it’s a given that he’ll ask his assistant or a chatty client in passing 

“Oh (Y/n)? Yeah they work harder than anybody and–”

“(Y/n)...that’s their name…could you tell me more?”

“Oh, can I? Just the other day–”

After that he just can’t seem to stop 

The voice of reason rings out less and less as he reconnects with his more primitive instincts

Instead of ‘turning off’ his sense of smell for all the specific products he uses he keeps it on

Using it to tell where he should conveniently stretch his legs so that he can bump into you

Or how typically he’d pin his ears down to avoid the sound of the blow dryer now he’s keeping up and at attention when he sees you excuse yourself from the group to take a call

Even with all of that, he seems to have even more trouble actually getting to do your hair

“I really think you should give this treatment a try. It would do wonders for your hair type! Even I could do it for you!”

“With your rates? No thanks appreciate the thought though.”

“W-what about a discount? I can do one just for you!”

“Nah I couldn’t do that to you.”

*Whimper*

At one point whether or not you’ve finally combed your hair or done a different hairstyle

He’s just got to have you in his chair!

So of course he decides he’s going to have to put a little more effort into this 

Maybe do what his ancestors did and pursue the hunt a little more

So he’ll get even more info finally using the money he’s got to good use

His closet can spare one empty space for your address

Maybe a house visit will convince you to finally let him do your hair

Maybe more 

Whatever he has to do to finally get his claws in your hair

Maybe then he’ll satiate that urge to lock you away 

So he can stop wagging his tail when you look at him 

To stop that urge to howl near your place when he’s certain all others can hear

Or maybe it won’t and he’ll just have to fabulously have you as his mate

Whether you want it or not

Enjoy my little ugly doodles of Emile! Thank you Anon, I'm really happy you do! 🖤🖤🖤🖤

[didyoulookforme]

need you tonight

part of give me a moment (aka stylist au as briefly described in this tag)

warning: 18+, smut. probably grammatical errors, typos.

au masterlist here

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“sorry—‘m sorry”

you’re pretty sure those are some of the only words that stumble past his lips as you go down on him. perhaps an apology for his ring getting tangled in your hair, trying to keep you close. but to be honest, the more cynical part of you hopes it's pure regret for fucking someone else just hours before.

it was not strange for you to crave a nicotine hit at this time, more often than not stepping out the bus to smoke a cigarette or two prior to calling it a night, that first inhale always making your head buzz a little as the all-too-familiar warmth runs through your limbs, a much welcome sensation to try leave the tiredness behind.

every day was like clockwork. bus arrives at the venue. stage and lighting are assembled. band soundchecks. you have a quick dinner. then it's time for him. after all, it's what you're here to do, work as matty's own personal stylist during the tour.

you had no clue luck had finally struck when you opened those dms earlier this year.

(13:43) trumanblack: hey (13:43) trumanblack: i found your profile via my friend (13:44) trumanblack: i really like your style n you look pretty cool

(13:58) trumanblack: sorry if this sounds creepy. promise i'm a real human tho (13:58) trumanblack: x

you didn’t recognize him. however from a swift scroll through the feed, you gathered that his name was matty. apparently the front man of a seemingly popular band with a fanbase head-over-heels lusting for them.

mostly him, though.

you couldn't help but gaze at his lanky frame and pale skin adorned with ink, zooming in on certain posts to try decipher what they were. he definitely had a point of view when it came to dressing himself, sometimes a bit messy and chaotic, but for the most part pleasing to the eye, a quality you appreciated given your line of work. his seemingly playful demeanour across photos made it seem like he was perhaps younger than you, this time a google search confirming that, in fact, he was born three years later. april 1989.

countless press photos appeared under his name and you spent the next half hour swiping back and forth between articles, finding him intriguing enough and giving you the surge of confidence to respond.

and that's basically why you're leaning against this tour bus now. the friendly banter with a stranger led you to travel the world and do what you enjoy most. the fancy clothes. the colourful glitz. the wild after parties. this stuff that you always dreamed about was somehow now your own reality that you often had to pinch yourself to ensure you weren't just passed out cold on the sofa back home.

however, this almost too good to be true gig also led you to fall for a guy, the same one whose collar you straighten almost every night.

the most fucking cliché story. some assistant falling for her boss just months after being hired. it actually makes you feel sickeningly stupid, embarrassed. still you can't seem to stop digging yourself deeper into a hole with every hour you spend caring for him, not being made any better by matty being nothing but affectionate towards you behind closed doors.

you know he’s the reason your nicotine addiction has increased tenfold, always finding yourself alone at this hour enveloped in smoke, part of you still wanting to pretend you do so to numb out the sleepless nights. took you a while to finally admit you did it as an attempt to cloud out any thought of him.

tonight’s really no different.

you’re not sure how much time has passed, but it’s enough for the cold to start settling on your skin. perhaps it’s your queue to stop and go back in. you snub out your cigarette, watching the red embers fade just as a car rounds the corner. it halts to a stop only a few meters away, and you catch the faint sound of a door creaking open, followed by the murmur of voices filling the night air.

then you hear it. that unmistakable high pitched laugh that can pull you awake in a single second. him.

and, of course. you immediately know why.

you’d learned pretty early on this was a common end to the routine: matty picks up a girl at the gig, goes fucks her somewhere, and has her drop him off right after.

reminds you of the number of red and purple bruises you often cover up before his show. it wasn't rocket science figuring out the cause, yet he never really addresses it, choosing silence and averting his gaze as your fingertips dab foundation on tender skin, temporarily hiding any remains of nights prior.

you didn't even notice your eyes had closed. not until the car door slams shut, jerking them open just in time to see him blow a kiss in her direction. your heart fractures at the sweet gesture, but only hurts for a second before he's walking towards you, his stupid wide grin mending it better.

"didn't expect to see you out here.”

open button-up untucked. blazer over his shoulder. dark curls frizzy and disheveled. everything making it crystal clear he's just slept with someone else and still not you.

"only making sure you make it back alright so i can tuck you in." of course, you wish that were the case.

it's only a few seconds until he settles next to you, leaning over to kiss your cheek. soft lips gently brushing against your skin. the way he always greets you, but only when no one's watching.

"aren't you sweet, then?"

"trying my best." given the circumstances, it's pretty much all you can do.

he pulls out his beat-up cigarette box, flicking it open and offering you one. you decline, showing him the smothered tip of your own before finally tossing it aside.

"guess it must've been a pretty good time today," you lick the pad of your thumb before rubbing a lipstick mark off his jaw. it’s always ruby red or deep maroon. those same tones which he'll compliment you on. a similar shade you left on his lips the only time your mouth had been on his.

you finish cleaning the stains off his skin, matty murmuring a soft ‘thank you’ for having done so. it’s your turn to kiss his temple. “‘tis my job, you know? making sure you look good.” you should be mad, upset, have some sort of negative emotion. instead, you can’t help but have your heart intermittently flutter when he returns a sheepish smile, his arm wrapping around your shoulders to pull you close.

neither of you say much, but that’s alright. you rest your head on the crook of his neck, noticing how nice it feels. how nice he feels. you see the chipped nail polish on his fingers. the wrinkled fabric of his flowered shirt. the dark hair down his torso. the unbuckled belt at his waist. it’s only then that jealousy creeps itself back in and suddenly your shoes seem all that more interesting than the man standing by your side.

"why do you do it, matty?" the sweetness of your voice never fails to mask the envy you actually feel. or at least you hope it does.

"hmm?"

"the sleeping around.” you finally lift your head to look at him, surprised that his pretty eyes were already on you. the toothy smirk is gone, though, replaced by a thin, expressionless line at his lips. he doesn’t owe you an explanation. you know that. thus why you’re surprised when he actually starts to talk.

"dunno, really.” he lights up another cigarette and you notice as he gets lost in his mind. “i mean, it’s kinda difficult to say no to sex or a blowjob when they’re literally throwing themselves at you.” he seemingly tries to joke, but you don’t have time for funny right at this moment.

instead you wonder if it’s actually that easy.

“let me do it, then.”

“so—sorry?” he chokes mid-drag.

“let me give you a blowjob just like those other girls do. just like she did,” you point at the ghost of that green car from before, “ just tonight.”

it’s like his face cannot figure out which expression to land on, flipping between confusion, surprise, and something else that reads between need and desire.

“what the fuck?” his voice is shaky and it stings when he pushes you aside, yet, he doesn’t try hard to put much distance between you two so it’s not difficult to invade his space, standing right in front of him until your face is a breath away from his. large, calloused hands grasp your shoulders tight, halting you from inching closer.

“don’t.”

“what’s the difference between them and myself, then?” seems like a simple enough question to you. “why can they have you and not me?”

but he has no answer, at least not one that he can properly voice. his hold on you starts to lessen, perhaps giving you some permission to let you do whatever you want.

you bring your hands up to his and pull them away, kissing his knuckles before placing them on your waist. an almost incoherent ‘fuck’ leaves his lips, and, as if on cue, his head falls back willingly, giving you the space to kiss his neck. the faint smell of her still on him.

“please let me,” you whisper against his skin.

it’s not even a question at this point.

his fingers dig into your hips as you look at him once more, now noticing a mixture of lust and care in those almond coloured eyes. for a minute there, you get lost in them, admiring how his pupils dilate when your hands find the button of his pants, and how they shrink back as you finally undo the zipper. you don’t want to waste any more time—you’ve already waited too long—so you slide your palm down his pants to grab his half-hard cock, his eyes instantly rolling to the back of his head when you wrap your fingers around him.

“is this okay?”

you take the buck of his hips as a confirmation, giving you the courage to spread the precum along his length. he feels nice. having him in your hand seems just right and you only hope that he won’t regret this when he wakes up next morning in bed.

tonight is your turn to suck on the skin alongside his jaw, the thought of having to cover your own marks making you smile.

“fuck, baby.”

you’re not sure if he even noticed that sweet name leave his mouth, but you like the sound of it, and it’s all it takes for you to drop to your knees, dragging his pants and boxers down just enough to pull out his dick.

you look up at him once more, his left hand coming to tangle on your head, his other loosely holding his cigarette, almost done and fully forgotten. you kiss his tip, your gaze still not leaving his, thoroughly enjoying yourself as he bites his bottom lip each time your thumb hits that spot under the head of his cock. his scent is almost too much to bear so you take him in one go, feeling his cock twitch inside your mouth. it doesn’t take long before he’s fully hard and hitting the back of your throat.

the plastic taste of latex is still on his skin. a sad reminder that you weren’t his first tonight. that maybe you are an afterthought. just another girl who he uses to make himself come. but at least it means you get to have him even if it’s just this one time.

matty. that’s all that’s on your mind. once again. somewhat difficult to not think about him when you’re sucking him off, those heavenly sounds coming from his mouth making your own slick drip down your leg.

you pull away to catch your breath, using your hand to keep stroking him, pleasantly surprised when he pulls on your hair each time your red fingernails graze the underside of his cock. you do it again and again until he breaks and fucks your hand, apologizing for not being able to help himself. it’s a sight you’ll commit to memory as long as you’re alive.

now that you’ve had a taste, it’s only so long you can go without having your lips around him. and that’s what you do, take him again, hands urging his hips to fuck your mouth. to fuck himself senseless in the hopes that you’ll be the one he turns to when he needs somebody else. he doesn’t deny your request, throwing away the wasted cigarette to guide you, setting a pace that allows him to stay steady on his feet.

purely drunk on him, you're barely aware when his phone vibrates in his pocket, matty muttering 'sorry' before grabbing and letting it drop onto the grass at your side. nosiness always gets the best of you, so you can't help but glance down, catching sight of a text from an unsaved number asking if he could fuck her again tomorrow.

you feel his hips falter. he knows you've seen it.

“’m sorry.”

this time it's a mix between a cry and a whimper. perhaps he did feel bad. perhaps some part of him did care about you in the way that you needed him to.

you reach back to place your hand on top of his, making him push your head further into him, to thrust into you until tears pool at your lashes just as he spills hard and fast down your throat. his taste overtakes every cell of your being as you swallow, feeling him soften against your tongue before you reluctantly pull away.

you didn’t even realize your knees were so sore until you stand up, not wasting a second to ask him is he's going to see her again the following night.

"do you want me to?" his thumb wipes away some of his cum off the corner of your lip. you reach out to suck it, slowly shaking your head in response.

he laughs nervously as his mouth clashes against yours, stealing both the air from your lungs. this wasn't the first time you’d kissed, but this wasn’t like before. the way he quietly moans against your lips. the softness of his fingers resting on your face. the crinkle at the corner of his eyes when he pulls back.

"can i see you tomorrow, then?"

you could’ve sworn you heart stopped. can you truly believe those words after watching him leave you behind all those nights? the soft circles his thumbs draw on your skin do feel sincere, the reassurance you need to perhaps let him in, give him a chance even though you know it’s a slippery one.

it’s your turn to brush your thumb against his mouth, slowly pulling at the bottom lip and watching it bounce back up into place. you kiss him one last time before confirming 'okay', immediately turning to finally head back in. not wanting to linger for too long in case he changes his mind.

you catch his reflection on the mirror, noticing as he tucks himself in, and it’s that slight smile on his face which keeps you awake for hours on end.

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for this lovely anon here. thank you for the inspo :) <3

[your-nanas-house]

Cillian x stylist!reader (bonus points if it comes with age gap 👉👈)

Really loved this Pairing! Sorry if it took me so long. 🙇🏼‍♀️

Imagine Cillian having Y/n as his stylist

◇ Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Stylist!Reader

◇ Warnings: age gap (both off age), drinking, business, cheese (?), fluff

◇ Summary: Y/n calls Cillian in the middle of the night to show him a new 'creation' of hers.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

"Thanks for coming, Cillian. I got this pieces that screamed just three things... ireland, Cillian and old-ish. And I couldn't wait to show you" the young woman informed as she kept walking quickly to her studio followed by the famous irish actor Cillian Murphy.

She had took her father's place as the older actor's stylist since some years now and had been lucky enough to be that close that she could call him at 2am and receive an actuall answered.

"Ireland, Cillian and old-ish?" The man repeated bit amused but yet confused, not understanding if he should take it as a compliment or as an insult

"And this couldn't have waited at all. You called me asking me to be here as soon as I could to show me some clothes?" He asked, his tone bit harsher than intended... not that Y/n minded, though.

She was used at worse.

"Of course not, Cilly. I have two beers in the fridge and some cheese I want you to try. It's from France" she informed him with a grin as she opened the door and switched on the lights to show him the outfit he would wear in some weeks

"There it is.... it just screams, am I right?" She asked again making Cillian's poker face drop, a laugh breaking the silence

"If you say so, darling. I like it, though" he nodded inspecting it casually with a slightly smile

"It will fit you perfectly, it matches your salt-pepper hair and your eyes" her voice informed him from another room since she had left her 'work room' to get the beers as soon as Cillian had moved to check the outfit and the fabric.

"Dad isn't so sure but I would bet on it. You look good in lots of things but this kind of style is just heaven to see on you" her praise made the older actor chuckle under his breath and take a big sip from the cheap beer before following her back to her living room.

They both sat close to each other, chatting about absolute nothing while enjoying the cheese, the beer, their company and... the time (2am) was suddenly forgotten.

[yawnzshit]

why do all white boys got through the as I call it 'fried hair' phase like pls bring back long hair or even buzzcut drew 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

AND ALSO NICK?? like pls bring his messy hair backkkkk 😩😩😩😩

[lloveliayork]

welcome to upper east tumblr

hi! i’m lia york

-> she/her. 18. nyc

pink, nyc, lana del rey, charli xcx, sex and the city, upper east side, gossip girl, frank ocean, outer banks, rafe cameron, leopard print, gilmore girls, black opium, gold jewelry, find me at the beach, aesthetics, frantic planner, stylist, tips and tricks, big sister, warm vanilla. reader. writer. visionary.

currently taking requests for any writings, proofreading, style tips, or advice in general! think of me as your nyc big sister <3

[differenteagletragedy]

More Bad Bad Boy Baxter, some of which may have been touched upon in the original post but sorry he lives in my heart

Because this version of Baxter is still so perceptive. He can read you like a book, and he wants to memorize every word. He wants to open you up and break you down, chapter by chapter, page by page, until he can recite every single bit of you long after he's gone. And this Baxter will do it too, he'll sink his fingers in you, will take every single thing you offer.

He still knows he's going to leave, and he won't purposefully be a dick about it, but if you end up getting attached after he's made it clear that whatever it is between you has a definite expiration date, then that's on you. Sure, he may hate himself for it, he might curse himself after he watches you walk across the street and back into your safe, loving home well past your curfew, with parents who care enough to notice such things, and he may have a weak moment when he's chain-smoking on the balcony at 3 am, trying not to think about how good it would feel to play this game for keeps, but still. You knew what you were getting into.

There's one moment in the middle of the summer, after one of those curfew-breaking nights out. He stays out front of his condo, watching you stumble through your door, a bit wobbly from the drinks he'd snuck you at the club you'd went to in the city. He knows you look just a little wrecked, that you smell like smoke and liquor and him, and when he sees the living room lights flicker on he can't help but stay outside, lighting a cigarette and imagining what's happening inside.

But he doesn't have to imagine too much, because suddenly he hears raised voices. Nothing crazy, and he can hear more concern than anger in your mothers' tones as they carry across the quiet street. He hears something about being good -- you used to be so good, one of them told you, and he doesn't fight the little smirk that crosses his features at the thought.

Because it means he's changed you, even if just a little bit, even if just for now. He's corrupted at least a little sliver of the pretty little thing he was lucky enough to meet this summer, and it sends a thrill through him. He wants you to be different after him, because that means you might remember him. Which, at the heart of it, is all he's ever wanted.

[lovecanyon]

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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[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

Outdrawn

f/f contemporary romance

two cartoonist who’ve been rivals since uni, and now have competing webcomics online, have to work together on the relaunch of a cult classic at the comic press they both work at

they both struggle with art-related physical and mental health issues, and complicated families

[ynnova]

ateez | grand mint festival 2024

inspired by ateezjuliet

[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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[didyoulookforme]

I NEED ALL THE PROMPTS, but please do 23

from the prompt list here.

warning: 18+, smut, fingering, oral (f receiving).

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it’s around 2:30am. the bus is zooming along while everyone is already lost in sleep, carefully crammed away in their bunks. you should really be drifting off into your dreams too, but your phone keeps vibrating, the screen lighting up under the blankets with matty’s name repeatedly flashing on the screen.

it started off so innocent, as always. a comment about whether you were the one to fix the hem on his shirt or him teasingly admitting that he couldn’t live without you. the banter is fun at the beginning until it’s not.

so… wanna mess around?

you roll your eyes and shut him down immediately. there’s no way you’re doing that on a vehicle full of others. then another text comes through. wanna go down on you

your stomach twists itself into one million knots because it’s always been you on your knees, your hands doing the work, your mouth on him. 

bet you'd be so soft, so sweet for me wanna make you cum on my tongue, baby

but now he’s saying that he wants to taste you, and it doesn’t take long at all for every nerve in your body to come alive.

imagine that pretty little pussy’s soaked for me already

your thighs press together in a futile, sad attempt at relief. you don’t reply. you really fucking want to, but you can’t. not here, not with the rest of the band and crew just feet away. you fumble with your phone, locking it away and shoving it under your pillow and rolling over as you fight to steady your breath.

you shut your eyes so tight that those tiny white specks appear behind your lids, but they don’t last long because you start to picture what it could be like. would he take his time? would he make it hurt? would he make you come?

obviously you can’t help but run through every possible scenario that could take place, so lost inside your head that you almost miss the quiet shuffle of footsteps making their way towards you. then a soft drag of fingers along your bunk curtain makes your chest jump.

of course it’s him. who else would it fucking be?

and for the final fucking time: you know you should not. but it is matty and you honestly cannot help but give in. so you slip out of your tiny space with care, trying not to make a sound or panic, even though your body is already going haywire as you make your way down the aisle. and you find him there in the lounge. sitting on the couch just feet away from you, legs crossed and fingers drumming against his thigh, probably counting down the seconds until you arrived.

“that took longer than expected.”    

"was trying to sleep."

"yeah? and how did that go for you?"

he gives you that infuriating grin, patting his lap like it's the warmest of invitations but your legs refuse to cooperate which makes him impatient, matty reaching over so his fingers hook on your waistband, drawing you in. next thing you know, you're on his lap, his hand already around your throat, his thumb pressing just enough to make you catch your breath.

“tell me no,” mouth ghosting over your jaw, your ear. “and i’ll stop.”

but not a single word comes out.

his lips crash into yours, hands running under your shirt, rolling your nipples between his fingers until you squirm and forget where you are.

“been thinking about you all fucking night.”    

you hate just how much you crave that, how it makes you feel undeniably special, even when you know there's always another damn girl waiting for him come tomorrow.

but right now? none of that matters.

it doesn't take long for him to slip his hands beneath your shorts, fingers gliding through your slick, and exhaling sharply when he feels just how wet you already are. "and you were gonna make me wait?" you hear the smirk tugging at his lips as you whimper and grip his hoodie, your hips shifting in a desperate little dance against his hand. he just shakes his head, "s’mean."

it’s embarrassing how quickly he makes you moan. “shhh, gotta be quiet, remember sweetheart?” and before you can respond, he slips his palm over your mouth, muffling anything you might’ve wanted to say, while his other hand pushes inside you, two fingers deep, curling just right as his thumb drags over your clit.  

you don’t even attempt to hold on. it feels too damn good to finally have him inside you after weeks of hoping he’d pay more attention to you. and now that he is? you cum within minutes of his fingers filling you up so perfectly right.

but he doesn’t stop.

you barely have time to catch a breath before matty rolls you onto your back, feeling as he slides down and drags your shorts off in one slow pull, palms smoothing over your legs to spread you open. 

“matty—”

a pathetic, little whimper falls off your lips as he kisses your hip.

“relax. i’ve got you, okay?”

and your spine arches as he eagerly licks into you, groaning softly and hands gripping your thighs, keeping you exactly where he wants you.    

“knew you’d be so good.”    

your hand flies to your mouth, so desperate to keep quiet while everything is still around. you hope to dear god no one can hear the filthy sounds of his tongue lapping you up. nor your barely stifled moans as his fingers slide back inside you, hitting that spot that left you seeing stars moments prior. you should’ve known he’d make an utter mess out of you. perhaps you were even hoping for it.

“gonna cum for me, yeah, pretty girl?” 

you nod desperately even though you know he’s not really watching. he’s completely lost sucking on your bud to notice the prickling at the corner of your eyes because it’s all almost too much. and then, without warning, you feel a sharp slap against your cunt and that’s when you finally let the tears fall down your face. but that pain is quickly gone as he presses his tongue on your clit, drawing slow, soothing strokes over the sting.  

“too much?” he teases as he wipes his chin on your thigh.    

now you barely manage to whisper “no” before he’s back fucking you with his tongue, moving his head side to side, dragging you through it until you’re too far gone to think.   

“be a good girl and cum all over my face.”    

so you do. legs trembling, body arching, pleasure spilling all over him just like he asked. you’re pretty sure you moan loud enough for everyone around to hear but at this point, you can’t bring yourself to care. 

his mouth now works carefully, trailing open-mouthed kisses along your cunt until every inch of you has been savoured, all while you lie there shaking, utterly overwhelmed and lost in the moment. when the trembling finally starts to fade, he slides back up to trace slow, almost absent circles on your cheek, as if trying to remind you that you exist.

“you okay?”

you exhale something close to a laugh, not really able to form any words as exhaustion takes over both your body and mind. not made any better as he nuzzles into you, his lips now trailing up your neck until he gazes straight into your soul again.

“didn’t hear a thank you.”

you roll your eyes, but you say it anyway.

“that’s my girl.”

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[oldtestleper]

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[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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[the-whispers-of-death]

No because I know that canonically Stome is a little mole man who lives in a house deprived of decoration and has a wardrobe even blander but idk? He just?? 🫧

Like I know canonically he’d be hopeless as a stylist but idk I just .will never not see him as a guy with good taste he’s yet to unlock. Please tell me someone else sees it too. Give that man enough creative freedom (and force him to have the self-esteem and happiness and a little creative freedom) and he would be a good stylist. Idk I’m sorry

You saying Stone is a little mole man made me laugh so hard!!

I mean I suppose he would have gotten good fashion taste if we go down the similar route Baker!Stone had, where he managed to find his mother after Bharat kicked him out and she took him in and gave him love. (I lowkey hate myself for creating that variant because I didn't realize at the time that I hated Saira, the mother and the thought of her having a redemption arc boils my blood.)

Anyways, I suppose he could in fact have some creative freedom. I can't see him styling anything too out-of-the box, but for a rockstar, Reader would probably look smoking hot in the outfits he chose.

I don't know, I can't really see Stone as someone with good fashion sense unless this man had someone to literally teach him about fashion after his time with Bharat. And I mean I think Sarabi would have to teach him about alt fashion just for this AU to work.