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[arrolyn1114]

Why Can't You See What You're Doin' To Me? Chapter 36

Aloha lovelies, chapter 36 is ready for y'all! And this one was a lot of fun to write so I hope y'all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Once again, I hope I have tagged everyone that wished to be tagged, I tried to make sure I added anyone who interacted with the post from the last chapter who wasn't already on the list before. Let me know if anyone needs adding or removing. Thanks everyone for all the continued feedback and kudos both here and on AO3, y'all are the best readers and I appreciate every single one of you so much. ♥ Have a great weekend! @xanatenshi @karel-in-wonderland @peskybedtime @alienelvisobsession @thatbanditqueen @shakerattlescroll @vintageshanny @deke-rivers-1957 @be-my-ally @louisejoy86 @artlover8992 @windsofthesea @gayforelvis @elvispresleygf @notstefaniepresley @lovininapinkcadillac @dkayfixates @jaqueline19997 @presleyenterprise @crash-and-cure @literally-just-elvis-fics @wildhorseinkansas @tacozebra051 @lookingforrainbows @kaitaesupremacy @powerofelvis @ashtag6887 @myradiaz

[arrolyn1114]

Anytime! Especially talking about writing and fics since I love talking to other writers as well as my readers. Often we think we're the only ones struggling with certain things (imposter syndrome I'm looking at you *ahem*) but then we open up and find out we're not alone. I'm trying to get better at coming out of my shell, little by little.

REBLOG IF ITS OKAY TO TALK TO YOU.

Please.

[arrolyn1114]

1 Year Anniversary "Why Can't You See What You're Doin' To Me?"

According to my AO3, tomorrow, Sept 20, will mark 1 year since I posted chapter 1 of this WIP. Crazy how time flew. When I first started, I thought it was probably going to be a one shot or maybe only a few chapters at most, I never thought it would be 36 chapters and counting. It's been quite a journey to say the least. Before Elvis busted through my writer's block last year, I had little faith in myself that I could write a long story with an intricate, detailed plot since I had been dealing with a long bout of awful writer's block. But, here we are, 1 year later and I have proven to myself that I can in fact write more than just short one shots.

I'm so thankful for every single one of my readers, y'all are amazing and wonderful. I have appreciated and loved every single bit of feedback/interaction that has been sent my way either on AO3 or on here whether it was kudos, likes, reblogs, comments, all of it. Feedback is what keeps us writers going, especially on the hard days where we struggle with self doubt or imposter syndrome. So thank you, thank you very much. ❤ And my quiet readers who might be shy or nervous to interact please know that I appreciate you just as much. I have been a quiet, shy reader too in the past so I understand and that's why ALL of my readers mean the world to me.

I've also been the shy, quiet writer and recently was dragged out of my hermit shell kicking and screaming (kidding, well, only a little kidding haha) and encouraged to be more social on here by some of my fellow amazing and talented writers in this fandom and for that I am so grateful. So thank you especially to @thatbanditqueen, @peskybedtime, @shakerattlescroll, @ellie-24, @be-my-ally, @vintageshanny, @from-memphis-with-love, @whositmcwhatsit for inviting me to participate in writing prompt games and just over all encouragement, y'all are MVPs. Also kudos to @shakerattlescroll 's Canva skills since she made the WIP's cover art.

All that said, once I have finished this WIP, I want to know how much interest there is in more stories with Elvis and my OC Jane. I have already done one for a writing prompt game and I had a lot of fun with that so I would love to do more. I know a couple of my readers have expressed interest in more stories as well. So dear readers, tell me:

(Reader tag list under the cut, as always, let me know if any changes or updates need to be made, thanks!)

@xanatenshi, @karel-in-wonderland, @peskybedtime, @alienelvisobsession, @shakerattlescroll, @deke-rivers-1957, @louisejoy86, @artlover8992, @windsofthesea, @gayforelvis, @elvispresleygf, @notstefaniepresley, @lovininapinkcadillac, @dkayfixates, @jaqueline19997, @presleyenterprise, @crash-and-cure, @literally-just-elvis-fics, @wildhorseinkansas, @tacozebra051, @lookingforrainbows, @kaitaesupremacy, @powerofelvis, @ashtag6887, @myradiaz, @richardslady121, @elvisrealgf, @genetakovicluvr, @thetaoofzoe, @lawdymissclawdy68

@j-v-9-2

@mspoisonivey

@aaron57070

@rainyday10-4

@rocknroll50sep

@dream-in-x-dream2

@sasural

@satisfy-the-crave

@velvetelvis

@sillybookmarks

@everythingelvispresley

@elvisgirly

@1dluver13xx

@thedaisymaisy

@amydarcimarie

@from-memphis-with-love

[arrolyn1114]

Why Can't You See What You're Doin' To Me? Chapter 35

Chapter 35 on AO3 Ok everyone, finally I have chapter 35 ready for you! Ever so sorry this took a while, my notes on AO3 go into more detail as to why. Life got crazy lol.

This is the first time I've done one of these posts tagging a lot of people so here's hoping I do this correctly and also that Tumblr doesn't mess it up. I've seen a few other writers say that their tagging posts have gone haywire. I'm pretty sure I tagged everyone who I already knew was reading my fic in addition to everyone who liked or reblogged my post asking who wanted to be tagged. Hopefully I didn't miss anyone, if I did, my sincere apologies please let me know so I can fix it. And if I tagged anyone by mistake who didn't want to be tagged also please tell me. Anyone new who wants to be added just let me know and it shall be done! Thank you for bearing with me and thanks especially to my Discord besties who have been helping me with getting better at utilizing my Tumblr. Y'all are the best and I'm so thankful for you! And thank you sooooo much for all the continued feedback and encouragement, it means the world to me. ❤ @xanatenshi, @karel-in-wonderland, @peskybedtime, @alienelvisobsession, @thatbanditqueen, @shakerattlescroll, @vintageshanny, @deke-rivers-1957, @be-my-ally, @louisejoy86, @artlover8992, @windsofthesea, @gayforelvis, @elvispresleygf, @notstefaniepresley, @lovininapinkcadillac, @dkayfixates, @jaqueline19997, @presleyenterprise, @crash-and-cure, @literally-just-elvis-fics

[arrolyn1114]

I want you to know (as I've been looking for a way to tell you for a while) that I'm a big fan of *why can't you see what you're doing to me*. I'm looking forward to the next chapter whenever you get that out. I can totally see this happening if real life hadn't worked out the way it had with Mr. Presley. The case, all the witnesses, the willingness of said witnesses, everything. It's very well written and I enjoy the tale. Keep up the good work.

Aww, thank you so much! I'm SO glad you're enjoying it! Feedback from my readers means the world to me, I appreciate all of it. What's funny is it started as a one shot and then boom, it just grew into this novel length fic haha. 34 chapters deep and I'm working on chapter 35 right now. It's the longest thing I've ever written. I was an Elvis fan before the movie last year but wasn't as deep into the fandom as I am now. The movie re-sparked my interest and I have made a bunch of new friends in the fandom which is fantastic.

I had actually been having the longest bout of writer's block until the movie last year. Most of what I had written for my other fandoms were short one shots and my longest fic was an 8 chapter Star Wars fic that I wrote years ago. But then Elvis busted right through my writer's block and here we are. So I'm super thankful for that!

I am planning some fun one shots with Elvis and Jane afterwards because they are gonna need to have fun after the stress of this legal battle, that's for sure! I don't want to completely leave them after I finish this story.

Hoping to have the next chapter up soon! Been busy with a major software migration at my work and I'm getting ready to head out of town next week. I'm hoping to have it up before I leave for the beach on Saturday, but if not, then I should have it up when I return. ❤

[arrolyn1114]

Interesting. I may have to check this out. Today I learned.

In the spirit of encouraging people to comment on fanfics while also making it easier to do so, I feel obliged to share a browser extension for ao3 that has quite literally revolutionized the comment game for me.

I present to you: the floating ao3 comment box!

From what I've seen, a big problem for many people is that once you reach the comments at the bottom of a fic, your memory of it miraculously disappears. Anything you wanted to say is stuck ten paragraphs ago, and you barely remember what you thought while reading. This fixes that!

I'll give a little explanation on the features and how it works, but if you want to skip all that, here's the link.

The extension is visible as a small blue box in the upper left corner.

(Side note: The green colouring is not from the extension, that's me.)

If you click on it, you open a comment box window at the bottom of your screen but not at the bottom of the fic. I opened my own fic for demonstrative purposes.

The website also gives explanations on how exactly it functions, but I'll summarize regardless.

insert selection -> if you highlight a sentence in the fic it will be added in italics to the comment box

add to comment box -> once you're done writing your comment, you click this button and the entire thing will automatically copied to the ao3 comment box

delete -> self explanatory

on mulitchapter fics, you will be given the option to either add the comment to just the current chapter or the entire fic

The best part? You can simply close the window the same way you opened it and your progress will automatically be saved. So you can open it, comment on a paragraph, and then close it and keep reading without having the box in your face.

Comments are what keep writers going, and as both a writer and a reader, I think it's such an easy way of showing support and enthusiasm.

[imyourbratzdoll]

LOVE your writing. Can you write a Christmas themed Luke Danes fic?

hello, thank you! merry christmas all!

summary - you go to luke's diner on christmas morning and exchange gifts.

the gif and dividers I use aren't mine.

You walked through the town, happily wishing everyone a good morning and a merry Christmas. Your dress flows around your legs as your pull your cardigan tighter around you. You grin as you enter the diner, hearing the soft chime of the bell. Luke’s diner had been decked out with Christmas decorations, all thanks to you and your convincing ways. 

“Good Morning, Luke!” You skip over, leaning against the counter as you look up at the large man. “Merry Christmas!” You turn, reaching into your bag, pulling out a small box. “I know you said no presents, but I’m calling bullshit.” You smirk, handing over the gift. 

Luke shakes his head. “Morning, and you are lucky because I ignored my rule too.” He reaches underneath the counter and pulls out a rectangular box, sliding it over as he grabs the one you are extending. “And… Merry Christmas.” He grunts, unwrapping the box and pulling the lid off, he looks up and stares at you. “Seriously?” 

You grin, shrugging. “I knew how upset you were when your uncle was buried with his baseball cards, and I saw these and…” You let out a squeak as he walks around the counter and pulls you into a hug, burying his face into your hair. 

“Thank you.” He pulls back, blinking his eyes rapidly to keep the tears away. “Now, open yours…” 

You smile and unwrap your present, gasping as you pull out a necklace and a pair of earrings that you pointed out a while ago when his sister came to town. “Oh my god, Luke! Thank you!” You jump, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing him tight. 

Luke grunts again before moving back around the counter and going into the kitchen without a word. You tilt your head, confused. “Luke?” 

“Hold up!” He walks back out with a plate full of gingerbread biscuits, mini gingerbread houses, Christmas decorated donuts and cupcakes. “I made these for you.” He gently places the plate down and your smile widens. Luke rolls his eyes, unable to contain his smile. “Stop looking at me like that, it’s nothing.” 

You smirk. “Mmhm, Luke Danes is the sweetest guy in town.” 

He points, glaring. “Don’t go spreading that around, people might expect it.”

You place a hand on your chest. “Cross my heart.” You reach over and grab a biscuit, biting into it as you stare up at him. “Oh my god, this tastes really good, Luke.” 

A soft blush covers his cheeks as he watches you enjoy his baking, even tasting some as you place it against his lips. The camera pans out, showcasing the two friends that are secretly in love with each other. 

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[browneyedjoe]

so, a cheeky and honestly filthy (for me) joe blurb. very much inspired by @lovejosephquinn recent blurb re their horny christmas eve morning thoughts. but okay, seriously, let’s imagine -:

p.s. also inspired by the 5 mimosas i've had in the last hour and my thought process after seeing this video.

p.p.s. this is officially the first smut i've written and i'm stressed because i'm very particular about the smut i read so any feedback is appreciated.

merry crisis, ya'll

it’s very early morning, the sun not yet risen but the sky a light shade of midnight blue. you’re peacefully asleep, duvet wrapped around your partially naked body and your hair, splayed on your pillow as if you were a mermaid underwater. you feel a shift, physically, a gentle yet repetitive knock that undulates your body back and forth. your sleep, lightly disturbed, but you decide to ignore it, subconsciously acknowledging it was too early to be awake. it happens again; something, or albeit, someone rocking softly side to side. your eyes scrunch - alright, you’re definitely awake now. with your back facing joe, you assume he’s gotten up to get a glass of water or to use the loo. but now, with your mind wide awake, you hear it - the melodic rhythm of quiet moans that escape the full lips of your boyfriend. you couldn’t believe your luck. slowly, you turn around as if you’re rousing from a dream and not perturbed by the fact that joe is ‘discreetly’ rubbing his erection with a lazy hand, under some dreamy impression that you don’t have any idea what he’s doing. “fucking h-“ joe exhales, accompanied with a sound of slick; you picture his hand, the palm of it covered in a mix of spit and precum, jutting up and down his hard cock. you think of the shine of rubies, synonymous with the colour of the head of his dick and the red of his lips, the bottom of which is being bitten, trapping shut any harsh breaths and filthy words so desperately trying to escape. smirking with your eyes close, you wrap an arm around the lower part of his hip, pelvis thrusting, you feel the rise and fall of his gut. the air is trapped there and fucking hell, joe is really trying his hardest now to not make it obvious that he’s seconds away from coming. “thinking of that cunt, fuck-please” and you feel your own slick start to pool between your legs. could you get away with squeezing your thighs together to get some relief? maybe? god, know knows…you’ve been here before, half asleep until joe is walking next to you without a second thought that it’s 3am. he’s shaking now, breathing uneven and stilted. this is when he starts gripping the swollen head of his cock, his other hand quickly grabbing at his balls and then reaching out to touch the softness of your body. “jesus, gonna c-cum”. your hand, which was still precariously laid atop his hip, starts to squeeze the bone there, and he knows - fuck, he knows you’re awake and within an instant, he gets up onto his knees, tossing the duvet off to expose your chest and with a few more jerks, he’s spilling his load all over your breasts. his release is loud and finite, like the pop of a balloon at a birthday party. joe is squeezing your left breast, pinching at the nipple when he finishes milking his cock. you hear him chuckle, “i know your were awake as soon as you turned over”. joe flops his body back down on the bed, neck to you and lowers his hand to your covered cunt, pulling the material to the side to push his index into the wet, “did you enjoy yourself, you little creep?”. you feel his smirk against your lips as he kisses you hastily. he knows you love hearing him with himself; the voyeurist in you completely satisfied with what has transpired. joe’s cum still adorns your skin, letting it settle there whilst he dip a finger into you, then two, then three, and then he kisses you again - so fucking hard - “let’s take care of this, shall we?”.

[arrolyn1114]

Yes, same here! Ask away!

Reblog if you write fic and people can inbox you random-ass questions about your stories, itemized number lists be damned.

[twostepstyless]

The H-Bomb

Fic Advent Calendar Day 12

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Author’s Note: Y/N is stuck in the queue for the post office while on the phone to Harry and considers a way to let her skip the queue

As always, likes, reblogs and feedback of all and any variety is greatly appreciated - G <3

Word Count: 1.1k

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“H, this is bloody awful,” Y/N’s voice crackled down the phone. Harry had just called, the pair had left the house at the same time this morning and he was surpised to see Y/N wasn’t back when he was. 

“Where are you?” Harry had the phone between his ear and his shoulder as he unclipped their dog Vinnie from his leash and began to towel dry his paws before Vinnie ran off to get some water. 

“Still in the post office, the queue is mental H,” she sighed before adding quietly, so as no one around her heard what she whispered, “and I keep letting the little old people skip me so they can collect their pension.” Harry cackled down the phone at Y/N’s overly kind nature. “It’s jus’ cold Harry and they don’t need to be hanging about in queues all day,” she justified as she waved another old dear in front of her even if it meant she had been in the post office for nearing 20 minutes

“You just let another one skip, didn’t you?” she could hear Harry’s smile down the phone. 

“…Yeah,” Y/N sighed at herself. 

“Y/N/N, the oldies are going to start a club to take the piss out of your kindness, they must think you’ve got ‘mug’ written across y’forehead,” Harry laughed, as he pottered around in the kitchen, cleaning up their mess from breakfast. 

“I can’t believe how busy it is in here,” Y/N finally moved forward a place in the queue, inching closer to the parcel sending service. 

“It’s less than two weeks until Christmas, m’heart, of course it’s busy,” Harry had tried to gently urge her to post what she needed to send earlier but she never took notice of his coaxing. 

“I know that. M’just looking for a little bit of sympathy,” Y/N had even given up on holding onto the bag that held the gifts she was sending to various family members who she wouldn’t see over the festive season, now just kicking it along the floor every time she crawled forward an inch in the monotonous queue, not even the tat they tried selling around the perimeter of the queue was keeping her entertained. 

“Sorry baby, I’m fresh out of sympathy when I tried to get you to send everything last week,” Harry snickered. 

“You’re an arsehole,” she pouted, no malice detected in her words, but the older lady she let cut her in line definitely looked over her shoulder, disapproving of Y/N’s language. “Y’know I procrastinate,” Y/N whined.

“I’m your arsehole though,” Harry tried to flirt. 

“That’s not as romantic as y’think it sounds, my love,” Y/N giggled, this time managed to push the bag forward with her shoe at least 2 feet as the queue shuffled forward. 

“D’you want me to come pick you up?” Harry asked, already reaching for a set of car keys, even if she said no, he’d still go get her, “it looks like it’s going to snow,” he peered out the kitchen window, seeing the sky swirl with heavy-looking white clouds. 

“Please,” she begged, “I think my legs would give out before I walked home after standing here for so long,” the ticking of the big, oversized clock in the post office was starting to grate on her. “Will Vinnie be alright with you leaving him?” she asked after the dog. 

“Me an’ him have just come back from a big walk round the park,” Harry went into the living room to check on the sleepy golden retriever, “the boy’s sparko, he’ll not even hear me leave,” Harry shoved his feet back in shoes he’d kicked off when he came home.

“Do you think if I drop an H-bomb, they’ll let me skip the queue?” Y/N asked, seriously. 

“Sorry? Drop an ‘H-bomb,’ what the fuck is an H-bomb?” Harry questioned, pausing by the front door. 

“If I say y’name, do you think they’ll let me skip?” she asked again, giggling.

“What?” Harry cackled, “have you done that before?” 

There was a long pause on the other end of the call.

“Y/N!” 

“It was one time, and I desperately needed the loo, I wasn’t a diva about it or anythin’ honest!” she giggled trying to explain the story, as she heard Harry laughing and muttering ‘unbelievable’ under his breath. “I just slipped it into conversation,” she finalised. 

“Well for some reason, I don’t think the pensioners in the post office care much about an H-bomb, gorgeous,” Harry laughed.

“I don’t know, I reckon you’re a hit in the care homes.” 

“Oh, hush, how far from the front are you? If I leave now, am I going to be waiting ages?” Harry questioned, trying to figure out in his head where he could park without getting a ticket for idling. 

“Not far, should be done by the time you get here, I hope,” Y/N wasn’t miles off the front now and had picked up her bag of presents to hand to the post person when she got to the window. 

“As long as y’don’t let old Wilma from 4 doors down skip you when she shuffles in,” Harry locked their front door and paused listening for any disgruntled barks from Vinnie before hearing nothing and making his way to the car. 

“Exactly,” Y/N said, with a smile evident in her tone. 

“Do hurry, there’s another package waiting for you here,” Harry said with a suggestive lilt in his voice.

“Oooh, what is it?” Y/N queried, missing the undertone to his comment.

“I’d tell you, but you’ll need to find it, it’s in m’pants,” Harry said, straight to the point, sliding his key into the ignition, foot on the clutch to start the engine.

“Harry Styles! That is vile,” she laughed loudly before slapping a hand over her mouth, realising what she had said. 

“That’ll be the H-bomb dropped then,” Harry snorted, putting his phone on speaker so he could put it down to start his drive. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, it slipped out,” Y/N said nervously as she saw some eyes turn to look at her. “Oh my god, Harry, they’ve opened another window and they’re waving me forward to go first, shit, that’s so fucking embarrassing,” she whispered-yelled down the phone as she could hear Harry’s tittering laugh come down the phone. 

“Well, m’glad you got some benefit out of the H-bomb,” he chuckled, “I’ll see you in a bit, yeah?” 

“Fuck off, that’s so embarrassing. Right, oh my god I need to go before I make it worse, see you in a second, gorgeous,” Y/N sighed hanging up the phone before sorting out her face to talk to the person behind the glass. 

“Hi, I’d like to send these first class, please.” 

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[earthtoharlow]

Sunday Kinda Of Love

chapter 4

AN: Shorter chapter, probably will be the last update until after Christmas. Work is getting really busy but enjoy!! Feedback is always welcome:)

Previous chapters

I hate the sound of the iPhone alarm.

It’s truly one of the world’s worst sounds, which is why I never set an alarm on my phone. I slowly open my eyes and blink the sleep away and slowly realize that I’m not back at my apartment. I was still under the pillow fort at Y/N’s place. We must have fallen asleep last night after watching the movie. I looked over and noticed Y/N, who was sleeping curled up next to me slightly. Her hair, which was normally straight, was starting to turn into light waves from being slept on all night. She looked beautiful. I was interrupted from my thoughts when that stupid alarm went off again.

Without disturbing Y/N while she slept I felt around for the phone. I was slightly confused when I found the phone in the bowl where we had the popcorn, nevertheless I grabbed it and turned off the alarm that was obviously set to wake Y/N up to get Brooklyn ready for school. Looking at her, I hated to wake her up. She looked so peaceful.

“Y/N” I whispered softly, and gently placed a hand on her. She let out a soft moan and continued to sleep. I said her name again slightly above a whisper, hoping she would hear me this time. Luckily, she did. My breath almost got stuck in my throat when she opened her beautiful brown eyes. She blinked slightly and looked at me.

“Urban?” She says my name softly, and sits up looking around. I give her a tired smile before saying “Morning? I guess we both fell asleep last night while watching the movie”

She let out the smallest of giggles “yeah, I guess we did huh?”

We laid in the fort enjoying the quiet early morning, the sun hadn’t even risen yet. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, I noticed y/n playing with her finger suddenly nervous, before I could mention it she started to speak.

“Urban, I had a really great time with you last night, I can’t remember the last time I had so much fun during movie night. I’d love to hang out with you again, maybe without Brooklyn?” I smiled a little hearing her say she had a great time and wanted to go on an actual date. I guess I was staring at her for too long without saying anything because she started rambling.

“Sorry if that was weird to say, that was totally too straightforward, I mean I practically still a stranger—“

I tried cutting her off by calling her name but she was too busy rambling

“Y/N.” I said trying again.

“I’m a single mother, I know that’s a lot of pressure to put on you, especially since you travel, seriously Urban I’m so sorry ignore the fact that I even asked—“

I did the only thing I could think of to shut her up,

I kissed her

I could hear the small gasp come from Y/N as my lips connected with hers, before she let out a moan almost just as fast and kissed me back. Her arms wrapped around me, playing with the curls at the back of my neck. The kiss ended seconds later, Y/N pulling away first, her fingers touching her lips like she couldn’t believe what just happened.

That might’ve been the best kiss in all my years on earth, I know I’m only 24 but damn, I could kiss her for the rest of my life and never get bored.

“I’m sorry, you just wouldn’t stop talking. I guess I know where Brooklyn gets her rambling from.” I cheekily say with a grin

Y/N let’s out the cutest giggle before shoving me lightly.

“Shut up, I hope you know that that won’t be happening until at least the third date.” Y/N says matter of factly before laying back down, silently deciding Brooklyn could miss one day of preschool.

“1 down, 2 more to go then.”

[yagrldariv]

Husband! Henry Cavill x Doctor!Reader Headcanon

As request by anon. Hope you like! Send me feedback?

Pure fluff, no other warnings. Henry is such husband material.

If there was one thing Henry was, it was dedicated.

Whether it be books, a new role, gaming or even you.

Whenever there was something in front of him, he was learning everything he could to bring exactly what was needed.

When you first met, you were just about to start your residency.

You were in the bookstore, trying to find some light reading when you ran into him.

He spotted you before you had a chance to look his way.

You were in the section adjacent to him, head stuck in a book. Cue the cartoon rotating heart crown circling his head in that moment.

Your bottom lip was pulled between your teeth and your brows were furrowed, deeply engrossed in the text.

Normally Henry tries to be very respectful and leaves people alone, but everything in him was screaming to go talk to you.

“Sorry to bother, but is that seat occupied?” He pointed to the brown leather chair opposite you.

“No, it’s all yours”.

“Wonderful,” he sat, “best seat in the shop”.

The rest of the day you spent talking, books long forgotten.

That day in the bookstore, Henry decided he was going to marry you. He saw how passionate you were about medicine and helping people and it lit something in him.

For the rest of your break, you spent almost every day with him.

I just know before he’s halfway through the day he’s already planning where he’s taking you tomorrow.

The closer you got to your residency the worse you began to worry that your schedule would ruin what you had.

Henry was absolutely clear he would never feel like you were choosing your career instead of him.

Henry knew all too well what it meant to work hard for years towards a career that you loved.

He absolutely admired knowing he could share the feeling of working long grueling hours, putting absolutely everything into your work just to do it all the next day.

Once you moved in with him your last year he was so willing to take care of you wherever he could. (Which means literally everywhere)

He definitely is the type to pop by the hospital for your break and bring you a homemade meal (this is also a great excuse for him to you in your scrubs)

And pls when the time comes for you to take your boards-he’s so doting it’s insane.

He stays up late nights, with you while you study, index cards in hand as his quizzes you.

He runs countless cups of coffee back in forth from the kitchen.

And when you find out you passed, no one is happier than him (tbh not even you).

Two weeks later he proposes.

Henry honestly even sweeter as a husband. (If that’s possible)

He takes the title extremely seriously too let’s be real.

He’s so giddy when he finally got to introduce himself as your husband at the hospital Christmas party.

When you’re on call he never hesitates to take over and care for you.

I’m talking cooking you dinner, packing your lunches, getting up before you to make you coffee in the morning.

Also you can fight me on this but Henry is definitely the old school type to take your car for all the regular maintenance without you having to ask or remind him.

He always wanted to make sure you felt supported in your choices and that you wouldn’t have to juggle everything, you could just focus.

On bad days, he’s meeting you at the door with his signature bear hug.

He’s washing your hair in the shower, telling you how much you mean to him before tucking into bed with you in his arms.

And to Henry, at the end of the day, all that mattered was that you were extremely happy with your life. He was set for eternity by your side.

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Queen of Ice | 06

; Bodyguard!Jungkook x Princess!Reader

; Genre: Fluff, angst

; Word Count: 3k

; Synopsis: Jeon Jungkook is the best water magic user of his generation, so it made sense that he was given the prestigious posting as a royal bodyguard. His position puts him close to you, the Crown Princess of Sejong and the only ice magic user in history. Jungkook is great at protecting you from danger, but not so much at protecting his own heart.

; A/N: A Christmas chapter, with nothing Christmas themed in the chapter itself haha. It’s a little longer (a tiny bit) but...hopefully you all enjoy it! Please reblog and leave feedback in the form of comments or asks, I love to hear your opinions and it encourages me to write more of this!

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Integrating Yoongi and Jisoo into the rota takes more effort than Jungkook would have liked, but after two months, he finally feels like it’s returning to normality. Hoseok and Jimin are loving the extra time to themselves whilst Jungkook feels far less stress than he had before. As far as he’s aware, Jimin has had at least four courtship meetings with the woman he’s interested in whilst Hoseok and Taehyung have arranged to visit the children at the orphanage.

The increased number of guards also means that Jungkook has finally been able to finagle his way into getting a three-person entourage whenever you leave the castle. It had been something you’d resisted for so long, and you’d been able to use the fact that you only had three guards in total to stonewall his efforts.

But now? Well, you hadn’t been able to argue with him when even having three people with you would mean that two would be engaging in free time. 

You’d given in to his demands with a pout and narrowed eyes, fully aware of how he’d backed you into a corner. It had left him more than a little smug, but the security he felt with an extra person helping when out was worth all the arguments he’d had with you.

What he wasn’t happy with, was the fact that you’d also demanded he takes more time to himself as well. Jungkook had protested against your request hotly, unwilling to relieve himself of his sworn duties when he did not need any extra free time. Yet, like so many things, he’d found himself relenting and agreeing to your demands.

Unsurprisingly, it left him more anxious at the knowledge you weren’t being protected by him. He had complete faith in the others, but not knowing what was going on with you left a knot in his stomach.

It was childish of him to get so grumpy over it, yet he still threw a little tantrum back in his room after he’d agreed to your request. Without anyone else to see it, of course. No one would ever take the head guard seriously if they’d seen the size of his pout at not being allowed to work more.

Jimin thought he was being ridiculous and had encouraged him to explore some potential courting options. Jungkook was considered quite the catch to most of the unmarried men and women of the town that surrounded the castle. That had come as a surprise to him, but Jimin had pointed out that he was young, attractive, in great shape with a respectable job.

It made sense of course, but he had no interest or wish to get involved with someone. He was perfectly fine with the occasional sex he got, which admittedly wasn’t much. Jungkook was far more acquainted with his hand than anyone else but he was content with that so far. His libido wasn’t as rampant as Jimin’s, so he was alright with what he got.

Today was, unfortunately, one of his off-shifts which meant he’d had to try and figure out what to do for the day. He’d had a lie-in, sleeping a whole extra two hours, before spending another three hours in the training room and then enjoying a hearty lunch at a pub in the heart of town.

As nice as his relaxed morning had been, it meant that he had nothing to do for the afternoon. Which was why he was currently laid on one of the luxurious sofas dotted around the large library located in the corner of the castle, a book about the history of Sejong in his hands and held above his face.

It wasn’t interesting, but it was just the first book he’d grabbed off the shelf.

What Jungkook had discovered on his days off, was that his life was exceptionally boring outside of his job. His friends consisted mostly of his colleagues, his romantic life was non-existent and he didn’t have any hobbies either. It had been surprising for him to realise that he was concerned about his lack of interest in life outside of work, and logically he knew that it was simply because he hadn’t had time to develop his personality outside of being a guard.

He’d never known his father, with the man dying before he was even born in a barn fire, and his mother had died when he’d been only eight years old. Jungkook had been sent to an orphanage afterwards where he spent the next five years of his life. At thirteen, the head of the palace guard had taken him to be trained due to his strong affinity with water magic and he’d spent three years learning how to protect, defend and attack.

Jungkook had been the youngest person to ever join the guard, at only sixteen years of age. Long hours of standing around in silence had been his life now for thirteen years, of which seven had been spent protecting you. 

So who was Jeon Jungkook outside of his job? He didn’t know, and he wasn’t sure how to start finding himself. At twenty-nine, he had no idea how to go about developing normal hobbies or interests without seeming strange.

Still, he knew that he at least enjoyed reading and he’d probably enjoy it more right now if he had a more interesting book to read. History was not a favourite topic of his, so why he was trying to persevere with this utterly boring book was beyond him.

Maybe he should try painting? Taehyung liked to paint in his free time, so maybe he could teach Jungkook how to do it? Surely it couldn’t be that hard? Or maybe he could learn to play chess with Hoseok or take up ballroom dancing with Jimin?

Sighing, he drops the book to his chest and closes his eyes. 

How did people normally find things they were good at? All he knew was that he was good at protecting and hurting, not entirely a good conversation starter with people.

“That was quite a sigh.” 

Jungkook twitches at the voice that interrupts the hallowed silence of the library before he jerks upright when he recognises the voice. Half sitting up, he looks towards the entrance and swallows when he sees you making your way over. 

Black jodhpurs adorn your legs whilst black riding boots cling to your legs, ending at the knee. A fitted white shirt is buttoned to the neck and an elegant purple and silver waistcoat adds a subtle pop of colour that all combines to create a rather stunning image. To him, anyway.

You’ve been out riding and casual, he wonders if you’d taken your newest horse. The beautiful Selinka mare was well trained but had quite a temperament, leading to you being thrown off more than once when she decided that she didn’t want to ridden that day. Still, you were determined to bond with the pretty grey mare and he wondered if today had been a good day or if you’d instead ridden your trusty Jeju gelding.

Either way, he certainly hadn’t expected to see you and for a moment, he panics over his casual attire. Unlike the usual guard’s uniform he wore, today he had a long-sleeved black shirt with the collar high up his neck and plain black trousers with some boots. To Jimin’s eternal shame, Jungkook’s wardrobe consisted of shades of black with a few shades of grey to add some colour.

Jungkook had never felt concerned about this until now though, and he curses silently at how distinctly un-fashionable he looks next to you. 

His second thought is to scan the area for any potential dangers, his job so ingrained into him that it was natural, alongside a slight frown when he doesn’t note either Jisoo or Hoseok entering the room behind you. It was a breach of protocol and his mouth thins, wondering what they were playing at.

As if sensing his thoughts, you laugh softly before sitting on the sofa next to him. You’re a little stiff, with your posture just as prim and proper as you’d been taught as a child but he senses there’s something else as well. He’s also uncomfortable, but probably not for the reasons you are.

Posture wasn’t ever something he’d had to concern himself with, or at least not in a situation that didn’t involve fighting.

“Don’t worry, I asked them to stay outside when I saw you were in here. I know it’s your day off but I do not doubt that you’ll be vigilant whilst I’m here. I have complete faith that you’ll protect me in the scary library from any potential threats.” There’s more than a little hint of laughter threaded into your words and he recognises immediately that you’re teasing him.

Sucking on his cheek, he contemplates being offended before sighing deeply and nodding. 

“You are correct. You’ll be safe with me.” 

There’s a slightly odd look on your face at his words before you smile graciously, dipping your head in acknowledgement before settling back against the sofa in a much more relaxed manner. Your visible comfort at being around him causes him to settle a little more as well, licking his lips a little nervously before reaching for the book he’d dropped to the floor.

You’d realised he’d dropped it at the same time and reach for it as well. Before he can stop himself, his hand accidentally grasps yours whilst you get a solid grip on the book. The feeling of your warm skin beneath his fingers, so velvety soft in a way he’d never understand, causes him to jerk away like he’d been burnt. 

Glancing at your face, he sees your eyes wide in shock and immediately starts to blurt out an apology, afraid you were angry he’d dared to touch you.

“I am so sorry, Your Highness. I didn’t-I didn’t mean to touch you, I was reaching for the book and then you-” Sitting up, you carefully hand him the book before looking him over carefully. The contemplative look in your eyes has him spluttering out more apologies, his cheeks blushing a fierce red whilst his fingers rub at his ear lobe in a combination of anxiety and embarrassment.

Despite the internal panic he’d undergoing, you simply give him a gentle smile before reaching forward and resting a hand on his forearm. The heat of you shuts him up immediately and he stares at the limb almost dumbly, as if he’s never seen a hand before in his life. Just as that thought passes through his mind, he realises he’s being incredibly stupid and swallows hard before giving you a weak smile.

“It’s okay, Jungkook. Don’t worry about it, I’m not going to spontaneously combust. Despite what some people may think, I’m not on a knife’s edge about to turn someone into ice at any moment.” Your lips twitch at your words, but he sees the shadow in your eyes.

“I don’t think that. People just don’t know you well.” 

He doesn’t mean to blurt that out, but he feels a small spark of pride as he watches you smile bashfully, a hand covering your mouth as you look away. It makes him want to say it over and over again, to shower you with all the praise and compliments he can until you only think positive thoughts. As long as you’ll look happy like that again.

“Thank you, that’s just because you know me though.”

“No it isn’t, it’s the truth. If you weren’t a kind and warm person then you wouldn’t have put that good word in for Hoseok and Taehyung at the orphanage. Or donated all those clothes and blankets to the poorest in town for the coming winter, or given away a portion of the castle’s food stores to the children for the harvest festival. People just don’t want to see what’s right in front of them.” He wants to continue, but he stops himself and instead observes your reaction. For a moment, you’re silent before letting out a deep sigh and tracing invisible images on your thigh.

“I don’t expect the love of the people, I am their ruler after all. What’s fair about having someone ruling over everyone else? But I’m trying to make it fairer for everyone. People just focus on the negatives and not the positives. Hopefully, it will change, but for now, I try not to let it bother me.” Jungkook wonders what kind of strength you must have to be so magnanimous, even to those who dislike you and disparage your name.

He knows that he wouldn’t have the same kind of strength.

“Anyway, I didn’t know you frequented the library. Or that you were interested in history.” Glancing down to the book in his lap, you raise one eyebrow in question at him.

“Errr, I’m not. And I don’t. But I was bored and just thought I’d read something. The first book I grabbed, a mistake on my behalf.” Chuckling awkwardly, he rubs the back of his neck before leaning forward to place the book onto the solid wood table situated next to the sofa.

“You should try the fiction section, it’s much more interesting. At the risk of ruining my ice persona, there are some beautiful romance stories that you might want to try. They’re far more interesting than this, which is probably more suitable to being used as kindling for a fire.” Pointing towards a section of the library, he follows your gaze and lets out a quiet ‘oh’. 

An awkward silence falls between you both and he wonders what to say, or if he should even say anything at all. You’d come here for a reason and he was probably intruding in your own free time. 

“Your hands are quite rough, if you don’t mind me saying so,” Leaning over slightly, you gesture to his hands with raised brows and gently take one when he gives a confused nod. “Is this what all the guard’s hands are like? From all your training?”

The question is innocent, but he can’t quite find the brainpower to think of an answer. Not when your fingertips trace so lightly along the palm of his hand before tracing along each of his fingers. It’s alarmingly sensual yet innocent at the same time and he almost yanks his hand back to stop any unfortunate bodily reactions. But almost as if you can tell what he’s thinking, once more, you tighten your grip on his hand.

Raising your brows at him once more, he clears his throat awkwardly before finding an answer for you.

“Yes, we train a lot. For years. Mine are probably worse than others, I’ve trained since I was thirteen.” Carefully, he extracts his hand from your own before giving an awkward smile. Clenching his fist tightly, he struggles to swallow down the shame at the rough skin and callouses that make up his large hand, a complete contrast to the soft skin of your own. Despite the training you had also undergone, you’d received the highest quality of care from your entourage of maids and help to keep your hands in the condition expected of a princess.

“Thirteen? That’s young, though I’ve always thought you were young for your rank.” Twisting his lips, he nods before taking a deep breath.

“Yes, I’m only four years older than you. But I was recruited straight from the orphanage, my water magic has always been exceptionally strong and the guard wanted to use my abilities. So this life is what I’ve known and…well my hands reflect it, I guess.” Running his fingers along the palm of his left hand, he wonders what it would be like to have led a life that would require no callouses or cuts or bruises.

“I’m sorry, that’s not how someone so young should have spent their youth. But I am glad you’re here now, I can’t imagine my life without you now.”

Jungkook is positive that you have no idea what your words do to him, the way his stomach flips and excitement fizzes in his veins. It’s the highest praise you could have ever given him and he wants to thank you, as silly as it sounds. You don’t mean it in the way a small part of him wishes you did, the part that dreams a life he could never have, but he’ll take it.

The silence returns, but he doesn’t feel it’s quite as oppressive as before. Something seems to have changed and he’s not quite sure what. Despite his confusion, he’s not opposed to it though. It feels almost pleasant like it was a positive change.

Suddenly, you’re carefully taking his hand once more. This time though, there’s almost a strange sense of reverence in the way you touch him. As if the roughness of his skin is a new wonder in the world. For a moment, he ponders taking his hand away as he realises that he feels a little overwhelmed at the sudden change between you both. Jungkook almost feels like he has to process what’s happened.

And then you do something that almost makes him choke on air. Carefully, you slide your hand along his own, palm to palm, until both hands are resting perfectly against each other. He has no idea what to do, there’s no protocol about what to do when the Crown Princess of Sejong is resting her hand on your own. Then his mind fractures into fireworks when you slowly interlink your fingers with his own.

If there’s no protocol about what to do when you rest your hand on his, then there’s certainly nothing in the training handbook about what to do when you hold his hand. Because that’s what you’re doing, in the silence of the vast library.

The Crown Princess of Sejong is quietly holding the hand of her favourite bodyguard. And he can’t find it in himself to let go, not when your touch feels so lovely. He’ll deal with the repercussions later, for now…he just lets himself enjoy it.

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“This is Mine” - T. Chalamet

[series masterlist ] || [teaser] || [chapter 1] || [chapter II] || [chapter III] || [chapter IV] || [chapter V]

Note from Nat: Please listen to “Lovin’ You” By Minnie Riperton while reading Chapter IV because it just makes everything 10x better! 

Warning ⚠️: Hella Fluff, Swearing, Smut (mentioned briefly),

Pairing(s): CEO!Timothee Chalamet x Assistant!Reader

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Lovin’ You

The feeling of cold emptiness embraced the exposed part of your body that the duvet couldn’t reach causing you to whine. A soft voice cooed at how you outstretched your sore limbs as your eyes squinted from the blinds being opened. 

Your eyes landed on Timothee, who’s back was to you as he observed the city skyline. The morning sun complimented his well-sculpted build. His curls unruly from your fingers combing through them lazily. He then turned to you and smirked. 

“It’ll last longer if you take a photo, doll-face.” he teased as your chin rested in the palm of your hand that was propped up.

“Come back to bed,” you offered, Timothee climbed back into bed and tucked himself underneath the sheets beside you.

Copying your position, he looked into your sleepy eyes with his captivating orbs. Studying how breathtaking you are, his intense gaze made a dark shade of red sprinkle across your face.

“What?” you whispered with a lazy smile on your lips.

“You’re beautiful,” he croaked in a low tone, the morning voice sending a trickle down your spine.

“You are full of shit,” you joked, sitting up and watching as he moved to lay his head on your thighs. “I look wrecked,” you giggled, raking a hand through his hair.

“Really? ‘Cause all I see is a lady who had the best night of her life,” he replies, his handing caressing your legs lovingly, in a means to keep them warm from the chilly New York weather.

“Oh I did,” you nod, causing Timothee to sit up abruptly and climb on top you, a suggestive look on his face.

“Well let me make keep up that streak,” he smirked, making you squeal as he pulled the sheets over the two of you.

...

You giggled like a school girl as you pulled your turtle neck a bit higher, trying to hide the hickeys. The foundation you use for your face seemed to barely have an effect on the marks Timothee left on you.

As you put on your earrings in front of the mirror, Timothee wrapped an arm around your waist and kissed your shoulder. Butterflies filled your stomach as his scent swarmed your senses.

“I’ll see you at work, okay?” He whispers into your ear.

“Mhm,” you nodded, he then pressed a kiss to your neck before leaving the room.

Once you heard the sound of your front door closing, you let out a dreamy sigh. There was no way in hell that this fantasy was real. You probably pinched yourself multiple times because of it.

Smiling like an idiot, you greeted Kira at her post to which she gasped audibly as you entered Timothee’s office. Your lover spun around in his chair and motioned for you to lock the door.

After doing so, he then motioned for you to sit in his lap. You blushed as he caressed your face and his hand held a firm grip on your thighs.

“We weren’t even apart for more than an hour,” you mentioned, noticing his touchy-ness .

“Felt like a life time,” Timothee responds with a grin and making you roll your eyes playfully. “What do you want for Christmas?” He asks.

“I was about to ask you the same thing,” you gasp as you stood up and grabbed your laptop from your purse.

“All I want is to be lovin’ you,” he replies without missing a beat. “But seriously, what would you like?” He prods.

“Surprise me,” you smiled before saying, “My parents are actually visiting for the holidays so you’d get to meet them.”

“Parents huh? Exciting,” Timothee chuckled nervously as his hands became clammy. “I noticed that your apartment didn’t have any Christmas decor.” He brings up with an offended look in his eyes.

“Well I hadn’t gotten around to it.” You shrugged. “My parents family usually decks the house out with lights, a big ass tree and whatnot.”

“Hmm,” Timothee hummed as he wrote something down on a sticky-note. “Okay well I have a meeting to attend.” He huffs, getting up from his leather seat.

“Don’t miss me too much,” you say as he approached you and planted a kiss on your lips.

“No promises, doll-face.” He replied before unlocking the door and walking out.

…

Stepping into the lingerie shop was more intimidating than you anticipated it would be. But if Timothee wanted you for Christmas, then game on.

From underwear that didn’t cover more than hairs-worth of thread to bras that let it all hangout, you didn’t know where to start. Or where it all ended, for that matter.

“Hello Miss,” a sales associates greeted. “My name is Ann and welcome to the boutique!” she smiled.

“Thank you,” you nodded.

“Is this your first time in our store? Would like assistance?” She asks.

“Yes actually, I would appreciate that.” You sighed, thankful fo have some guidance.

“Right, now what exactly are we going for? What’s the special occasion?”

“Uh-“

“Anniversary? Affair? Rekindling a spark that was once there?” Ann says with a wink.

“Well-“

“Oh I know that look hon,” she gasped. “You wanna surprise the lucky guy? Don’t cha?”

“Yeah, I mean he did say that he wanted me for Christmas so-“

“Follow me! Let me show you our Santa’s Helper inspired collection!” she says, pulling you across the store.

“Green isn’t really my color.” You said, looking at the bells and string on the contraption.

“Maybe a more classic look, perhaps?”

“Sure-“

“Right this way!” Ann says, dragging you to other end.

You went in and out of the dressing room with no luck so far. As all hope began to drain from you, Ann’s hand appeared through the curtains with a hanger.

A hanger that displayed an all white, lace, sexy ensemble. Taking it into your hands and muttering thanks, you tried it on immediately.

“And don’t forget the knee highs!” Ann hollers as a pair of white nylons came flying over the partition.

If you didn’t feel hot before, you sure as hell felt like it now. It hugged your body in all the right places, Timothee wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off you.

“How’s it going in there Hon?” Asks Ann. “You like it?”

“I love it,” you reply, in awe of how good you look. “I’ll take it.”

“Ah I knew you would like that! It’s so sophisticated but also says meow!” she says from beyond the curtain.

After purchasing your items, you headed back to your apartment. With a gazillion shopping bags in your hands, you were finally able to open the door.

Your eyes widened at what appeared once you pushed it open. Green, red, and white lights adorned every open wall. A humongous tree on display in the middle of the living room. The entire place smelled like vanilla and freshly baked cookies.

Though there was no Timothee in sight, a note was folded neatly on your kitchen counter.

“Surprise!

Don’t open the presents yet. I’ll stop by to help hang the ornaments!

Happy Holidays Doll-Face,

Timothee”

…

“There’s so many of them!” You whine, “Can’t I just open one?” you pouted, looking into Timothee’s eyes.

“Okay, but I get to pick which you get to open.” He says before pointing to large one propped against the wall.

You squealed as you made you made your way to it. This present was heavier than you expected, so Timothee helped you place it on the coffee table.

“I wonder what it could be,” you say, stroking your imaginary beard.

“Oh just rip it open!” He urges with an excited grin on his face.

The first tear exposed a familiar art frame, the next revealed Timothee’s face. You stopped laughed at the joke he pulled on you.

He gifted you one of his portraits from the office. The ones you specifically hated and now was sitting on your coffee table.

“You like it?” He asked, laughing his ass off at your reaction.

“Oh yeah, I’m gonna hang it right there.” You nodded, pointing to the empty spot above your couch.

Drinks, laughs, and kisses were shared that Christmas Eve. Who even knows what’s in store for Christmas morning…

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