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concreteservicesaustin · 11 days ago
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Building a Lasting Foundation: Concrete Foundation Austin Services by Austin Concrete Specialists
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Building a strong foundation for your Austin property is essential, and Austin Concrete Specialists are the experts you need. They understand Austin's unique soil challenges, like clay expansion and poor drainage, which can threaten a structure's stability. With their decades of experience and cutting-edge technology, including 3D modeling and self-healing concrete, they guarantee long-lasting durability. They tailor high-quality concrete solutions to your site's specific needs, emphasizing meticulous care and precision. Regular inspections and effective drainage systems are part of their all-encompassing approach. Trust them to support your home and investments, as there's much more to explore about their services.
Importance of a Solid Foundation
A solid foundation is the backbone of any sturdy structure, ensuring stability and longevity. You know that when it comes to building a home or any significant structure, the foundation's durability is essential. Without it, everything above is at risk.
Think of it as your structure's heartbeat, quietly but powerfully maintaining its rhythm. You want confidence in your investment, and structural integrity is the answer.
Imagine walking into a home where every room stands firm, walls unwavering, because the foundation holds strong. You deserve peace of mind, knowing that beneath your feet lies a reliable base.
Choose wisely, because a well-built foundation doesn't just support your home; it supports your dreams. Trust in the strength of a solid foundation.
Austin's Unique Soil Challenges
Many mightn't realize it, but Austin's soil presents unique challenges for building foundations. The city's soil composition varies widely, making it essential to understand what lies beneath your future home.
One of the biggest issues you'll face is that clay-heavy soil can expand and contract with moisture changes, leading to potential foundation shifts. Drainage issues can exacerbate these problems, causing water to pool and weaken the soil further.
Here are some key challenges you'll encounter:
- **Clay-rich soil**: Expands and contracts, impacting stability.
- **Variable soil types**: Different areas have different compositions.
- **Poor drainage**: Can lead to water pooling and erosion.
- **Erosion risks**: Soil shifts can cause structural damage.
- **Subsidence**: Uneven settling due to inconsistent soil strength.
Understanding these factors can help you make informed decisions.
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Expertise of Austin Concrete Specialists
Maneuvering Austin's unique soil challenges requires the expertise of seasoned concrete specialists who understand the local landscape.
You've got to trust those who've lived and worked here, steering through the complexities of expansive clay soils that can wreak havoc on foundations.
Austin Concrete Specialists boast decades of industry experience, giving them the insight needed to tackle these issues head-on.
Their project portfolio speaks volumes, showcasing a range of successful undertakings from residential homes to commercial buildings, each foundation crafted with precision and care.
When you partner with them, you're not just getting a service; you're gaining a relationship with experts who genuinely care about the integrity of your structure.
They're committed to ensuring your foundation stands the test of time.
Advanced Techniques and Technology
While traditional methods have their place, embracing advanced techniques and technology in concrete foundation services can considerably enhance durability and efficiency.
You're not just building a foundation; you're creating a future-proof structure. Imagine using innovative materials that adapt to your unique needs, guaranteeing a stronger base.
Foundation reinforcement isn't just about added strength; it's about peace of mind.
By integrating advanced methods, you're stepping into a domain where:
- **Nanotechnology** improves material performance.
- **3D modeling** assists in precise planning and execution.
- **Self-healing concrete** reduces maintenance worries.
- **Geopolymer concrete** offers eco-friendly options.
- **Smart sensors** provide real-time monitoring and feedback.
These cutting-edge techniques guarantee your foundation stands the test of time, giving you a solid start, wrapped in modern innovation.
Ensuring Long-Term Stability
To guarantee your foundation's long-term stability, it's crucial to focus on both the materials and the methods you employ.
Start by selecting high-quality concrete tailored to withstand the specific challenges of your site. Equally important is proper foundation maintenance, which guarantees your investment remains secure for years. Regular inspections can help identify potential issues early, allowing for timely intervention.
Effective soil drainage is a critical component in maintaining your foundation's health.
Make sure your drainage systems are designed to direct water away from the foundation, preventing soil erosion and undue stress.
Conclusion
In choosing Austin Concrete Specialists, you're ensuring a solid foundation that stands the test of time, especially in Austin's tricky soil. Did you know that 80% of foundation issues in Texas are due to soil movement? This makes expert handling essential. With advanced techniques and technology at their disposal, these specialists don't just build foundations—they build peace of mind. Trust in their expertise, and you'll have the stability and security your home needs for the future.
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brotherwtf · 4 months ago
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i humbly come to my queen (on my knees) pls give me something slutty based off of this photo of austin
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i feel like john would have an aneurysm if he sees gale do this or blow him right there wherever they happen to be 🤭 he’s silly like that
ohoho what a tasty image! John would absolutely lose his mind of Gale did something like this
a hot and sexy (kinda) drabble!
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It was one of the hottest days since their days in flight school, and John was literally melting in the sun. He and Gale sit on their back porch lounging in the sun and John feels a bead of sweat fall down his forehead and groans.
"Could probably fry an egg on my damn shoulders. God this heat," John mutters.
Gale nods slowly, clearly being affected by the heat as well. His shoulders are brushed with a beautiful pink color from the sun and John keeps himself in his lawn chair so he doesn't lick him.
Gale leans over to the cooler that they had brought outside and fumbles around inside, almost all of the ice having melted around their drinks and pulls out a can of coke. John watches him place it against his neck and moan softly, skin jumping at the cool feeling. Gale drops his mouth open at the small respite from the heat, and John feels heat swell in his stomach.
He moves the can to the other side of his neck and groans again, and John can't stay seated in his lawn chair any longer. They had bought some old pool chairs from their neighbor that was having a garage sale and were given a look, but luckily nothing more. It made days like these even more comfortable while they were just lounging in their backyard, enjoying each other's company.
John hoists himself from the lawn chair with an exaggerated noise and crawls on top of Gale, who just huffs.
"Stop, you're not helping with the heat," Gale whines.
John nuzzles his cheek into the can against Gale's neck and sees Gale roll his eyes.
"You look hot," John says and almost preens at the flush that dusts Gale's cheeks at the words.
"Yeah, and you're not helping. So off," Gale, playfully shoving John's shoulder back.
John holds onto Gale's waist even tighter and kisses Gale's cheeks lightly. He makes his way to Gale's lips and kisses them lightly, feeling Gale's smile underneath his lips and returning it. Gale kisses him back gently, letting the can fall to the ground below them and clatter against the concrete.
It doesn't take long for the kiss to become devouring and deep, John hitching himself up from around Gale's waist and holding himself up on the arms of the chair. Gale's fingernails dig into John's shoulders, raking gently on the golden flesh and swallowing the small noises John makes above him. He tangles his hands in the soft curls at the nape of John's neck and sighs. John pulls his lips away from Gale's and attaches them to his neck, licking his tongue over the cool skin left from the can.
Gale moans quietly from above him, digging his fingers harder into John's hair and pushes him against his jaw.
"People could see," Gale whispers.
"Let them see. Let them see you're all mine," John says, nipping the flesh above Gale's adams apple.
Gale hums and drops his mouth open in a groan when John trains his lips to his chest. He pokes his tongue onto Gale's nipples, watching them pebble and harden with a smirk. He rests his cheek against Gale's chest and looks up at him with soft eyes. Gale is flushed beautifully, mouth dropped open and pink from being kissed and his eyes shine bluer than ever. One of Gale's thumbs comes down to brush a strand of John's hair off of his forehead and he smiles. John smiles back at him, trailing his lips down until he's at Gale's shorts, keeping his eyes trained on him the entire time.
Gale keeps the eye contact, but digs his hands into John's hair harder, pressing him into his pelvis. John opens his mouth, raking his tongue over Gale's clothed cock. A small sigh escapes from his lips and he pulls Gale's shorts down to his thighs. He grabs Gale and strokes him gently, slicking him up and teasing the head with his thumb. Gale sighs quietly and leans his head against the chair, hand moving to cup John's jaw.
John teases his tongue on the head of Gale's cock, lips quirking up in a smirk when Gale's hips kick up gently. He flattens his tongue and licks up Gale's entire length, taking the head in his mouth and hollowing his cheeks, sucking lewdly. John grips the base of Gale, bobbing his head and taking Gale a little at a time. Gales hands tighten in his hair as he moans from above him, the sound making John groan himself.
He inches down Gale's cock until he reaches the base, choking on it but still holding it in his throat. He pulls off for a moment, catching his breath, and swallows Gale whole again. John hollows his cheeks, swallowing around the length and groans when Gale kicks up into his throat. He grips the flesh of Gale's thighs and bobs his head shallowly, forcing Gale to keep his hips down.
Small moans and sighs spill from Gale's throat, and John knows he's close. He pulls off completely, taking Gale in his hands and stroking him until Gale's hips kick up and he comes. John drops his mouth open, letting come spill on his tongue and nose, swallowing it obediently and smirking up Gale.
John pulls himself up and kisses Gale again, can feel Gale groan when he must taste himself on John's tongue. He removes his hands from John's hair and returns them to John's shoulders, feeling the beads of sweat forming on them.
"Finish this inside?" Gale asks breathlessly.
"Yeah," John croaks before he hoists Gale up by his waist and carries him to the cool indoors.
bro this one got me (gripping my thigh) thank you for the ask bbg!
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leviathan-supersystem · 2 years ago
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AUSTIN, Texas—Elon Musk is planning to build his own town on part of thousands of acres of newly purchased pasture and farmland outside the Texas capital, according to deeds and other land records and people familiar with the project.
In meetings with landowners and real-estate agents, Mr. Musk and employees of his companies have described his vision as a sort of Texas utopia along the Colorado River, where his employees could live and work.
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Mr. Musk, his former girlfriend, who is the singer Grimes, Kanye West and Mr. West’s architectural designer discussed several times last year what a Musk town might look like, according to people familiar with the discussions. Those talks included broad ideas and some visual mock-ups, according to one of the people, but haven’t resulted in concrete plans.
i am so, so ready for how unfathomably awful this is going to be
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90s-suplex · 2 months ago
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Hiii I just wanted to say I really loveeee your little blog since I'm deep in the trenches for stone cold Steve Austin lmao (down bad)
it's literally so sad to hardly come across good stories about him (involving a reader) so I decided to hit you up and shoot my shot Abt requesting a little story where he's still in his attitude era but is also quite comforting and actively being caring through either his words or actions towards the reader. I'm never opposed to a little smut but if you don't want to for any reason then I don't mind it being left out.
Ofc if you're unable to or unwilling to write something like this then I completely get it and respect you for it. (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)
I also wanna apologize if I did this wrong since this is the first time I'm kinda interacting and actively being busy on Tumblr so it takes some getting used to haha
AN: based on this Steve Austin & Michael Cole segment because it lives in my mind rent free, I‘m sorry 🤐 (in case the hyperlink doesn‘t work, just search up ‚Stone Cold attacks Michael Cole‘ on youtube lmao)
I‘m not sure if you could classify this as ’actively taking care of reader’, I promise I tried writing something comforting & fluffy at first but since Austin is a smug lil‘ bastard this took a detour :3 I‘m sleepdeprived, so I hope this makes any sense lmao !
reader is genderneutral and not a wrestler :)
Summary: After witnessing Stone Cold Steve Austin‘s gradual decent into paranoia, you decide to talk some sense into him.
Tw: implied sexual references, mentions of wrestling typical violence
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“We're backstage with former hardcore champion Kurt Angle. Kurt, thank you for joining us for this quick interview," greeted Michael Cole the moment you turned on the TV.
A couple of minutes ago, Stone Cold and you had arrived at the arena. Being one of the top draws of the company, Austin had the luxury of a private dressing room and tonight you had decided to join him there instead of waiting for him at the hotel. 
Since he wasn’t scheduled to appear on TV until later parts of the show on this particular day, the two of you showed up when TV tapings were already well underway. After dropping off your belongings, you sank on the couch and switched on the TV to find out what had happened so far, while Austin went into the bathroom to get ready.
“Last Monday Night on Raw is War, the hardcore championship was on the line in your match against RVD. Stone Cold Steve Austin interfered and cost you the title when he tossed you down from the stage onto the concrete floor 10 feet below.“
Kurt pressed his lips together into a tight line as he listened to Michael Cole rehash last Monday night‘s events.
“Tonight you will team with Chris Jericho to take on RVD and Stone Cold Steve Austin,“ Cole continued. 
“How do you feel going up against a man like Austin, who has total disregard for your physical well-being?" Michael Cole implored, leaning closer.
“How do I feel?“ Kurt answered after snapping his head back, “I feel the same way about my tag team match tonight against Austin as I will at Unforgiven." 
The camera slowly zoomed in on Kurt. There was a film of sweat covering his face. He shifted his attention away from Cole, now pointing his index finger directly at the camera before he spoke again. 
"I feel like kicking Austin's ass. And after kicking his ass, I am gonna take his title. I will walk out Unforgiven as the new WWF champion." 
You looked over your shoulder. Said championship belt laid on the opposite end of the couch. You leaned over, grabbed it and took a good look at it.
"What?" a muffled voice came from behind you.
Oh, this will be interesting, you thought to yourself and placed the belt on your lap. It rumbled briefly before Austin opened the bathroom door and stepped out. 
"What did that sumbitch just say?" he asked you with his head cocked to the side. Austin had just finished changing into his black ring trunks, holding his shirt and jeans in his hand. 
You reached for the TV remote on the desk before you and turned up the volume.
"Kurt wants to kick your ass. He said he's gonna take your title too, while he's at it," you replied. 
Austin snorted in disapproval. He tossed his clothes onto a spare chair in the corner of the dressing room, shaking his head. "Good luck trying," he spat out.
With three quick strides, he stood next to you. "Can you believe the nerve of that guy? He's lucky this ain't a one-on-one match tonight."
He sank down onto the sofa. "Tonight he can hide behind his tag Team partner. But Kurt knows I can beat his ass any day of the week, and twice on Sunday.“ 
He paused for a moment and his eyes darkened, “Hell, I can beat both of their asses at the same time!“
You rolled your eyes. Over the last few months, Stone Cold had become increasingly more paranoid. Granted, he had always been quick-tempered and cocky. However, these tendencies had intensified drastically, reaching their peak the night he attacked Michael Cole on live TV, throwing ridiculous accusations at him and harassing him. 
The fast-paced life, countless hours on the road and injuries had worn him out, there was no denying that. He was on edge most of the time these days both on and off camera, always eager to start arguments with whoever crossed his path, though he never took his irritations out on you.
On the outside he was closed off, only allowing a handful of people to get to know him on a deeper level. You found it quite amusing how surprised other people would be to find out how he behaved behind closed doors when he craved your soft skin. Whenever you decided to join him on the road traveling from city to city, he’d always be thankful as you were his sweet little escape.
Regardless, you had grown tired of his mood swings and wanted to talk some sense into him. You felt bad for Cole. But knowing how stubborn and bull-headed Stone Cold was, you knew this could prove difficult. Especially since you weren’t part of this business. 
On the other hand, you weren‘t stupid - his abrasiveness was part of his appeal - both to the crowd and to you. You knew that and Austin did too. 
Your fingers drew mindless circles on the championship belt on your lap as the next match had just started on your backstage TV. 
“It‘s pretty, ain‘t it?“ he mused and pointed at the prized possession on your lap. His features had softened, revealing a slight smile.
You grazed over the ridges and nodded. 
“What‘s it made out of?“ you asked. Your reflection stared back at you from the squeaky clean golden surface. It couldn‘t be made out of real gold you figured - at least not entirely. Still, it had to be somewhat valuable.
When he didn‘t reply you looked back at him. He was scratching his beard.
“Ha! How .. ironic,“ you teased him drawing out your words. “You wanna whip Kurt‘s ass for trying to take your title but you don‘t even know if it‘s worth a dime?“
He exhaled, “Well, I don‘t know the specifics. They don‘t matter anyway.“
Austin moved closer to you and pointed at the nameplate on the belt. It displayed Stone Cold Steve Austin in capital letters. “You see? It’s more about the ideal value than the material one.“ 
“You do know I need my title back later, right?“ he snickered while playfully nudging your knee.
His hand stayed there and the two of you were silent for a few moments.
He spoke again, “Technically, it‘s not worth much. Some kind of cheap alloy.“
Aha. So it‘s worth nothing after all.
“But every time I go out to the ring, I bust my ass trying to make it look like the most prestigious thing in the world,“ Austin explained while he let his hand slowly trail up your inner thigh.
Your skin prickled under his touch. 
“And I‘d say I do a pretty good job at that,“ Austin squeezed your thigh lightly before he continued in a low tone, “What do ya think?“
He did. That‘s why you were curious about its actual worth in the first place. But you decided you’d rather mess with him a little bit.You returned his gaze. As he cocked his eyebrow awaiting your response, you simply shrugged half-heartedly.
“Kinda, I guess.“
Your answer earned you another chuckle from him. “Hard to impress, I see.“
With a final squeeze, he stood up to go fetch his training bag. You watched him leave to tape up his wrists in preparation for his upcoming match, but still felt his touch linger on you. As soon as his back was turned to you, you shifted on the couch and cleared your throat. Moments later, he returned to the couch along with his bag. You glanced at him out of the corner of your eyes as he pulled out his knee braces and put them on. 
You sank deeper into the couch. Suddenly you felt incredibly stupid. You were chewing at the inside of your mouth, pondering on how to tackle this topic.
“Have you ever thought about taking it down a few notches?“ you began and crossed your arms over your chest.
For a second, Austin seemed genuinely confused.
“Your attitude, I mean. You’ve become so irritable over the last months,“ you paused. “And paranoid. Lashing out at people, stirring shit up...“
Now he seemed to understand what you were trying to get at. 
After he finished adjusting his knee braces, he rubbed his face in a contemplative way. 
“Maybe you should take a break?“ you suggested.
He immediately dismissed the idea. “If I do that, I might as well call it quits. You heard it yourself, Kurt is itching to take my spot, as are all the other guys. You call it paranoid, I call it being prepared.“ 
Austin leaned back and put his arms on the back of the couch, “And I‘d rather be prepared than surprised and stabbed in the back.“
“Okay, I get that. But don‘t you think you‘ve taken it a bit too far lately?“
Images of Austin‘s unfair attack on Michael Cole on live TV a couple of weeks ago flashed before you. 
“Attacking staff? Really?“ you shot him a stern look. “Did you really have to stoop this low? You know Michael-“
You got interrupted by a big, hearty laugh from Austin.
“This is about Cole? You feel sorry for Cole?“ he chuckled.
You failed to recognize what was so funny about your remark.
“Don‘t worry, he can take it. Besides, he had it coming,“ he justified his actions. “He should know better than to run his mouth. He‘s been around long enough.“
When he noticed your dissatisfaction, he let out a sigh and rubbed his eyes. He was tired and he didn‘t want to start arguing with you. 
“But if it makes you feel any better, I can go talk to him.“ He didn‘t flat out say ‘apologize‘, but this was a good start. Better than nothing. 
Your face lit up and he regarded you with a certain spark in his eyes that you couldn‘t quite place.
Once again he inched closer towards you, “I don‘t get why you‘re getting worked up over this. As far as I am concerned, I‘ve always taken real good care of you. Ain‘t that right?“
He paid close attention to your reaction as he placed his hand on your thigh again. “Or would you say otherwise? I‘m open for critique.“
With his hand resting on your thigh, you knew what he was alluding to and you had to admit - he was right. He had always been more than … generous with his affection towards you. The heat between your legs returned and you cursed yourself for reacting that way right now.
“I saw you squirming earlier, “he added when you took too long to reply with a mischievous grin plastered on his face.
Great. And here you thought you were being discreet.
“This isn‘t about me, so don‘t try switching the topic.“ 
Austin raised his hand defensively, “Nobody‘s trying to switch the topic. I simply asked you a question. That‘s all.“
You exhaled through your nose and rolled your eyes with great exaggeration, making sure he saw it. “Yes, you‘re right,“ you disclosed in a flat tone.
„A bit more enthusiasm wouldn‘t hurt, you know. Should I be worried now?“
You stifled a laugh. You were supposed to be mad at him! 
„Feeling insecure now?“ you said and patted the back of his hand.
Mere seconds after those words left your lips Stone Cold grabbed your waist and sat you sideways on his lap.
You were briefly taken aback by the way he picked you up as if you weighed nothing and felt your cheeks heat up. He reached out to tuck one hair strand behind your ear. 
“Don‘t worry, I’m quite robust.“ 
You avoided his gaze. How long until he had to leave for his match? You turned your head to check out the time on the clock behind you. Immediately, he took advantage of you exposing your neck. Austin‘s lips brushed over the thin, sensitive skin on your neck and you held your breath. 
“But I’m curious now. Go on, tell me. How do I make you feel?“
He grinned against your skin as his hand found his way under your shirt, slowly wandering up your back. 
“Don‘t I make you feel good?“ he murmured before slightly biting at the nape of your neck, which had you biting back a moan. 
“Lost your tongue now, huh?“
Oh well, now that you thought about it, you had successfully gotten your point across. Considering the fact that Austin would have to leave for his match soon, you might as well continue this conversation another time you decided.
He bit you again, waiting for an answer.
You pressed your legs together. “Y-Yes, you do..“
Shifting in his lap, you moved in to kiss him, but at the last moment, he pulled away. 
You blinked at him with your lips still pursed. What?
He seemed to revel in your disappointment. 
“Sorry,“ he gestured at the TV behind you. „Gotta get going.“ 
He maneuvered you back onto the couch and got up.
“What’s that sour face for, sweet-cheeks?“ he teased.
He lowered his tone. “I‘ll be back in 30 minutes. You think you can wait that long?“
You sat back and crossed your arms over your chest. Eventually, you nodded and handed him his title. 
A few seconds later he was out the door.
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electricdissonance · 1 month ago
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Leo took a little while, typing out a rather large message. finally, however, it sent.
Leo: Back in 2007, a few months before the Nintendo Wii was released, two guys, Henry, an alcoholic with a bad family, and Austin, both worked there. One day, Austin was on his way through the server room, but he passed out, having had his coffee drugged...
He sent the first message... clearing this story wont be a good one...
Leo: When Austin woke up, he was tied to a chair, Henry standing before him.. Henry was jealous of Austin's success in the company, and while drunk.. killed him with a fire axe in the server room..
Leo: Austin, however... His soul somehow got transported into the servers of the Nintendo building. How, is still beyond us, but it happened. He made himself a low-poly 3D body with the head of a mii, then began to continue his work on the Wii in the background.
Leo: Few months later, Henry, drunk, set up a finished Wii about to be shipped out in an empty office. He made a Mii, named Eteled, then noticed the cord was slipping out of the outlet.. He went to plug it in.. and got electrocuted, being transported into the Mii he made.. Austin accidentally being transported into the Wii with him...
Leo paused, preparing himself for the next section of the story.
Leo: The Wii was given to a kid named Kyle as a Christmas present, without having been wiped, and he found Eteled on it. He deleted him, creeped out by him, then made his own Mii. He got back to the Mii Channel, finding Eteled back.. And he proceeded to attack Kyles Mii with an axe.. Kyle thew the Wii into his closet and didnt mess with it till he was a teenager..
Leo: Years later, Kyle opened the Wiis sim card on his computer, spoke with Eteled, trying to get answers, who told Kyle to delete him.. Kyle was shown a hallway full of hospital beds with Miis on them.. Miis that got deleted during their final moments... Then Eteled showed up on one of the beds.. He told Kyle how much being deleted hurt, before getting up and returning to the Mii channel, being the only Mii able to do so..
Leo: Kyle learned that Eteled had been trying to teach him a lesson, but anger was the only way he knew how.. But soon after that, Kyles dad ended up selling the Wii to a resale store. The Wii was bought by a girl named Samantha. Usually shes called Sam but for clarities sake Ill say Samantha.
Leo took another pause, before continuing.
Leo: Samantha booted the Wii, finding Eteled, whom expected her to delete him. Instead, however, she befriended him. He told her about his past, both before and after his death. Soon after she got the Wii, Kyle ended up contacting her, trying to tell her to let him talk to Eteled. Eventually she agreed, but not without telling him not to bring anything to destroy the Wii with... not that it mattered..
Leo: Kyle went to Sams home and spoke with Eteled.. Before Eteled ended up in a fight.. a fight with Austin, or rather the Corrupted Mii.. CM brought Eteled to a secret room in the Wii, a room with an electric chair tied to the Wiis power... Kyle then unplugged the Wii and ran outside, intending to smash it on the concrete, but Sam stopped him and brought it inside, plugging it back in..
Leo: With the power back, Eteled was electrocuted, though not killed, just enough to forget a lot... And enough to cause the Wiis insides to begin melting due to the electricity.. After a few last questions, and after a final fight between CM and Eteled.. The two friends said their final goodbyes, the Wii now destroyed..
Leo paused again... longer than the past two..
Leo: Heres where I come into play.. You see, strangely enough, Eteled and CM, now going by 404 and 422 to distance themselves from the past.. randomly got sent to my pc after the Wiis destruction. Again, beyond me how it happened. I just though my Shimejis had enabled, but then I noticed it wasnt any of the ones I had downloaded.. and they could talk-
A new message got sent, this time from 404.
404: 422 and I still arent on the greatest of terms.. but we're kinda forced to be around each other now. Closest thing to a different room from each other is us being on the other monitor. Might aswell be civil.
SORRY FOR THE LONG ASK BRO IM SUMMERIZING A 3 HOUR LONG STORY THIS TOOK FOREVER))
Kinito's expression shifted with the tides of Leo's story, though mostly settled on perturbed as the darker elements took hold. He appreciated the care taken to differentiate the two Sams.
"That was indeed a very sad tale... I'm so sorry you had to go through that. I am glad that you at least aren't on fighting terms anymore."
Kinito scratched his head in thought.
"Perhaps they were ejected into the Internet? Just... thinking out loud here-ah!"
He hadn't realized it, but the floor had long since turned to soft sand.
"We're here already! That fast...? Well... Your story was very engrossing..."
Kinito stepped out of the way of the chatroom to allow the users to get a glimpse of an eerily empty Web World.
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"L-like I said... It's not much, but it's home and I usually spend most of my time here. I actually only ventured out to the dark room to send out that email that summoned you all here...!"
Kinito rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. He had already started towards his house, though continued passively scanning the chat for further messages.
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thatbanditqueen · 2 years ago
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The Lou Lou Special
An Elvis Presley One Shot
A response to the writing game prompt: “Do you mind? I came in here to get away from other people.”
Warnings: kissing, fluff, Texas? some historical inaccuracies. All the typos. I literally just finished writing this. It is perhaps the fluffiest and most innocent thing I have ever written.
Summary: Lois is away from home, visiting her family in Texas, when her cousins abandon her after an Elvis Presley concert.
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7:15 PM, Thursday, June 16, 1955
Midland High School, Midland, Texas
The sun was setting off in the distance, and the warm, rich golden oranges, yellows and pinks of the dusk sky almost made the oil rig silhouettes look beautiful. Even so, Lois wished she was back in Pasadena, getting a malt in Old Town with Jean and Ruby, perhaps talking with some of the older boys from her high school. Or sitting back giggling with Jean as as Ruby flirted and tried to get someone to buy her fries. It had only been three days since she’d been shipped off to Texas, but she was already homesick. She sighed. Right now, Lois would even settle for a night taking her bratty, unbearable her 8-year old brother Ritchie out to a movie. Anything to not be here, stuck with her cousins, a living tribute from her parents to kiss up to Zeyde. Nate’s snickering brought her back to the present, and Lois pressed her hands into the cold brick ledge and turned around to look at her cousin.
Nate sipped from his flask, and handed it to his friend, what was his name, Ralph? Nate’s sister Sharon lit a cigarette and blew her smoke to the side, her dark red lipstick smudged the tip. It reminded Lois how simple her own make up had been, she touched her purse and pulled out her light pink tinted lip pomade, reapplying it with her finger.
“Want some?” Sharon asked, a sneer in her voice as her cigarette ash fell down onto the concrete floor. She thinks she’s so cool and sophisticated now that she’s graduated from high school. Lois was now the only student among the group, Nate worked for Zeyde, and Ralph did something for an oil company. The boys had been in the same grade, and Ralph was much closer to her cousins than she was.
Lois shook her head, and looked back out over the ledge, this time down to the front of the high school, watching groups of other young people, and some of their parents, walking into the entrance below.
Ralph took another swig of the flask and thumped it in Nathan’s chest. He looked at Lois and Sharon, then back at Nate. “We should do down, I wanna get to the front where we can dance with some of the girls.”
With that, Nate led the way off the rooftop and down the stairs to the back of the high school.
Nate’s voice echoed as he called out in the stair. “Dance? Who’s the cat we’re seeing tonight anyhow?”
Ralph bounced to the bottom stair. “Elvis Presley, he’s on the Hayride radio show, but I saw him in Houston with my brother. He’s wild. I bought all his records.”
“Never heard of him,” Lois whispered.
“Don’ you listen to the Lousiana Hayride out there in San Diego?
Lois shook her head, and whispered, “It’s LA actually.”
“What was that?” Ralph asked, but Nate hit him on the shoulder as they turned the corner.
“Don’t pay any attention to her, she doesn’t know anything, she’s barely 16.”
Lois sucked in her tummy, and hung back, trailing behind them while they wound their way through the high school hallways, encountering more and more people as they closed in on the auditorium. Ralph, Sharon and Nate fell in with some friends they recognized, and Lois trailed further behind, listening to them excitedly talk about their summer plans. One girl asked Sharon when she was moving to Austin for college and Lois tuned out Sharon’s exuberant gush about her dorm and her roommate and the new Cadillac convertible Zeyde had bought her. What a brat, if Zeyde knew what you said about him behind his back he’d give you a slap in the face stead of a new car, Lois smiled to herself.  She toyed with the idea of slipping away and seeing if they noticed as the group got farther and farther ahead of her. Several other kids now walked between her and her cousins who had made their way to the front. Lois decided to just hang back and stay, she had no plan for how to get back to the house if she snuck away. So she meandered to a clear spot against the wall, pushed a lock of her dark, brown hair behind her ear and leaned back, picking at her finger nails and scanning across the dark room.Uh. Three more weeks here. I guess I should be happy I got off the ranch tonight, she told herself, thinking of Bubbie back at the main house, probably knitting on the porch or bossing some of the servants around.
The lights dimmed, and the crowd went quiet. Looking around, Lois realized that all the seats were filled, and there must have been fifty people so lined up along the walls, more in the back. I guess this Melvis guy must be popular here in Texas.
A bright light appeared in the center of the stage, and Lois noticed the big bass and drums already set up. A man in a bright silver dinner jacket and suit pants ran out onto the stage to take the mic, and the crowd cheered.
“HeyyyOOO there all you Midlander chicks and chucks! It’s me, Moon Mullican, that handsome rascal who sneaks into your bedroom every night…… on KCEK, that is! Don’t pout, don’t be a lout, daddy’s here and the night is clear for us to have some fun. So stick with me, chickadee, we’re gonna have a party!”
Lois, shook her head to herself, he sounded just as bombastic in his sing songy bantering voice as the radio DJs back home, except with a slight Texas twang. The same twang her mama had been trying to rid herself over the last twenty years in the California sunshine.
Moon’s voice rang out again, and the cheering died down.
“I know he needs no introduction, this boy’s records have been skyrocketing right up the charts. He’s only twenty years old, and has a new distinct musical style. An’ I see all the little gals out there are all ready to scream and shout, with out a doubt, so let’s give a warm Texas welcome to that Hillbilly Cat, that Memphis Flash, ELLLvezzzzzz Presley y’alll!!”
A tall, young man ran out from the wings with a big grin on his face, and Lois gasped at his see-through white lace shirt, tucked into a pair of white dress pants with a silk, pink strip down the side. A guitar hung down at his left hand, and he hit Moon on the shoulder, shaking his hand, then turning to smile at the guys filling out the band behind him. Putting the microphone back into the stand, Elvis slapped his guitar and leaned forward, stuttering and tapping his right foot. He exuded a nervous, excited energy, and his voice was low and deep as it cracked.
“He - he - he - hey y’all, How are ya?” he asked the crowd, and they called back with whoops and claps and cheers. “It’s a real honor to be back here in oil country and play for ya folks. A real honor. I always say, Texas people are, are, the bestest people, an y’all make us feel welcomed an right at home and we wanna thank ya.” He smiled as some of the kids cheered and clapped and called out his name. One girl at the back called out “I love you Elvis.” He smiled into his guitar, responding with a smirk. “I - I love ya too, honey. Well, y’all paid for a show, and that’s what we’re fixin ta give ya. So, well, this un was a single that came out last year on Sun Records. Maybe ya heard and if not, well, it goes sumpin’ like this.” Elvis began to strum his guitar, he closed his eyes, and burst in to the loud opening mewl of “Good Rockin’ Tonight.”
The auditorium filled with the band’s music, and the audience began to stand up in their seats. Almost everyone standing near the wall rushed to the front and began dancing and bouncing up and down. The energetic, country picking of the guitar and the fierce urgency of Elvis’ voice grabbed Lois and she found her feet pulling her forward, mesmerized by the way Elvis moved and sang. He was a man possessed as he swung back and forth, playing guitar as his knees seemingly had a life all their own, jerking and squirming their way across the stage. She found her own feet moving side to side, and relished the feeling of crinoline swishing over her thighs under her dark blue navy skirt. Her cousins and Ralph had ended up in the middle of the crowd dancing at the front of the auditorium, and Lois made herself at home, alone, comforted at least being able to see them from a distance from where she was at the right side of the stage. Closing her eyes, Lois let her self move and twist to the music, then smiled awkwardly at the two girls near her when the song finished.
Lois looked up at the stage, noticing how Elvis clutched the guitar close to him, tightly, as he began to sing “That’s All Right Mama.” During the guitar solo, which the skinny little man in back played, Elvis staggered over to where Lois stood and she moved to lean up towards him against the stage, entranced and unable to stop herself from the gravitational pull of his quirking smile. He bite his lip, and locked eyes with her, muttering a low “How you doin’ tonight, darlin?” from the stage. The air hitched in Lois’ throat as she laughed nervously and breathed a “good” up to him in reply. Elvis winked, then moved back to the mic and finished the song, pulling his hand through his hair and looking back at Lois with a wide, beaming grin. The girls behind her squealed, and told her that they couldn’t believe how lucky she was. Lois didn’t hear them. She was transfixed, and let her self go, bouncing up and down as the band continued to play song after song, “Blue Moon of Kentucky,” “Heartbreaker,” “Baby, Let’s Play House.” Lois had never seen anyone like Elvis, his legs were spread out wide, he swiveled his knees and thrust his hips up into his guitar, and the girls next to Lois screeched when he swaggered near them, reaching out to try and touch his white hush puppy shoes.
 Elvis began to strum his guitar and then stopped to speak into the microphone.
“Hold it now, fellas, let’s get real, real gone with this one.”
Smirking, he started playing the guitar again, singing  “Milk Cow Blues,” and shouting out “Let’s Milk it,” as the lead guitar player began his solo and Elvis began to swing and wiggle vigorously across the stage. After the solo, Elvis held his guitar aside so he could yank up his belt, laughing at himself and how his shirt was coming out of his pants. Lois blushed, as she caught herself staring at his groin. As if sensing her eyes on him, Elvis looked up at her, and grinned, walking back to the mic to finish singing.
Elvis thanked the audience after that song, and Lois leaned harder against the stage, watching as he wiped the sweat from his face and into his quiffed pompadour. Elvis and the band walked off the stage, and he shot her a kiss as he walked off. Lois stood there, giddy, her whole body felt charged with an electric fire. She steadied herself, catching her breath for a few minutes, then turned around to watch the audience slowly filter out of the back. Lois’ heart started to race when she realized she had lost sight of her cousins, they had not hung back like she thought they would. She started to slowly pace around the side, looking for their faces in the crowd, before quickly walking outside gasping as she saw Sharon’s new convertible pulling off from the parking lot. Lois blood began to beat in her ear drums, and she walked back in, looking around the auditorium for any face she might recognize from previous visits to Texas. Or a kind smile she could trust. She got back up to the front of the empty room and suddenly felt very frightened and abandoned and alone and could feel the tears welling up behind her eyes, so she ran out of the side door and into a nearby stairwell where she sat down and let it all out.
“Ughh, I hate Texas. And I hate Nate. And I hate Sharon and her stupid new car.” Lois stammered to herself through the tears. Then she heard the door to the stairwell crack, and yelled over her shoulder.
“Do you mind? I came here to get away from other people.” Lois wiped her eyes, and turned around to see the singer, Elvis, standing in the doorway behind her.
“Well, hi ta y—you, too, baby.” he smiled, and walked over before plopping down next to her. “Jus loading up the car, and I thought a cat was dying in here. Came to save its life.” He put his arm around her, instantly familiar, and squeezed her waist. His thumb rubbed up and down to soothe her. Lois had never been this close to a boy before, and she trembled at his touch but didn’t pull away. “Hey, sssh, ain’t gonna hurt ya.”
She turned to look up at him, a soft chuckle escaped her mouth as she said, “I know, I’m not scared of you.”
“Huh, well, ok then, fearless wonder. Tell me why you’re in here crying, hate to see pretty girls cry.”
Lois leaned into his shoulder, embarrassed. “Ughh, I got left here and I don’t know what to do.”
Elvis patted the top of her hair. “Yeah, I saw you from the stage, looked like you were all alone through the show. Ain’t ya folks coming to pick ya up?”
“Nuh uh, I came with my cousins. They didn’t want to be near me during the show, I guess I cramp their style, then they left afterwards without me. Sorta a practical joke, I suppose.”
“Well, c’mon, let’s go find a phone and get you daddy to come getcha.” Elvis stood and Lois pulled herself up on his outstretched hand. His face still gleamed with a slight sheen of sweat in the dim glare of the stairwell, and his hair had a glossy radiance to it. She leaned on him for balance, and he put his hand on her waist as she adjusted herself. A blush crept up her cheeks, and Elvis’ lips quirked.”What’s your name, lil’ gal?”
“Lois. Lois Stern.”
Elvis spoke slowly, and softly, stepping back and talking her hand to walk out of the stairwell. “Well, alright then, lil’ Lois, let’s go call ya dad.”
Lois gasped as he walked her in to the hallway. “That’s just the thing, I’m visiting from Los Angeles, and, and, I don’t know my grandparent’s number, or my aunt and uncle’s…”
Elvis stopped for a minute. “Hmm, know where they live?”
“Not the street, but… they live at Quien Sabe Ranch, people round here might know where that is.”
Elvis stopped to think. “K, this is what we gonna do.” His voice was low and playful. “I gotta take the boys back to our motel, then I’ll drive ya home. Sound good?”
Lois nodded, she couldn’t help the dizzy feeling of relief and excitement and attraction that radiated from her face, and Elvis chuckled as he pulled her into his side and walked her out the back door.
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Dipping her french fry in her strawberry shake, Lois looked up to see Elvis’ horrified expression. She giggled.
“What? Never seen someone mix savor and sweet before? It’s delicious, you should try.” She reached across the table with her half eaten fry, and giggled more at his scowl.
“Uh uh. No thankee. No ma’am. These are potatoes and this is a shake. Sometimes they mix in my mouf, but uh, somethin about dippin it in.” He shook his head. “Nope, just don’t sit right with me.”
“C’mon, I promise you’ll like it.”
Elvis shrugged and sat up, and smiling. “Ugh, alright, can’t say know to you, lil’ Lou Lou.”
Then opened his mouth, and Lois fed him the rest of her strawberry milkshake covered fry. He sucked back up over her finger with a devilish glare, and Lois laughed, pulled her finger out of his mouth,
“Ya right.” He said licking his lips. “S’good. S’perfect. Huh, shudda known, the lil’ Lou Lou special would taste just… mhmmm.” He grunted.
Lois chuckled uncontrollably. Then stopped when she noticed an older couple at a booth down the restaurant looking over at them with disdain, and then whispering to each other. She looked back at Elvis, his lace shirt, eye liner and greased back hair made him somewhat of a spectacle in Midland, Texas. Lois slid her left saddle shoe along the inside of his hush puppy, her knee grazing his slightly. It was the second most forward thing she had ever done. The first being getting in his car with him and three men, dropping them off at a hotel, and then riding alone with him to grab something to eat before he drove her home. Elvis leaned his knee back into hers, arching his left eyebrow up.
“Mhmmmm?”
She nodded her chin at the booth behind him. He turned his head to look as she said, “I think you got some fans?” The couple scowled and looked away when Elvis waved at them.
“Aw, they just sore I got a fancier shirt then them.” He took a big bite of burger. “Sow, whads yoar sthorry, darglin?” he asked, mouth full of food and eyes full of mischief.
The door bell rang behind her, and more people came into the diner. Lois didn’t notice. She breathed deep, savoring the spectaclar turn of events, the sweetness of the strawberry shake, the warmth of Elvis legs as they slide tighter on either side of hers and she breathed in with a smile, feeling her blush return.
“Hmmm, well, I’m 16, I love in Pasadena, California, and I’m stuck here in the middle of nowhere Midland Texas for three weeks.” She sipped her shake. “My mom grew up here, met my father in Houston, and he took her back out to Pasadena where he’s from, and that’s where I live with my kid brother. But my grandfather, well, my mom says if I want to go to college or have a wedding, Zeyde’s the one who’d pay for it, so its my job to come visit and make nice.”
Elvis hand moved over Lois’ knee, rubbing the top.
“Hmm, zeyde, you Jewish?” Lois nodded. “Ya know, my neighbors back home in Memphis are Jews, or they were, ‘bout half ma friends are. They taught me yid-a-yish, ya know.”
“Hmmm.” Lois flipped her hair to the side, tucking her dark curls behind her ear. “I hope they taught you yiddish, too, might come in handy if you ever play Brooklyn, or LA for that matter.”
Elvis squeezed her hand. “I know ya aint makin’ fun of the way I talk, are ya Lois?” Then moved his fingers down to pinch her knee.
Lois squealed, inviting another sharp look from the other couple at the back.
“No, no no. I swear, I didn’t mean it,” she yelped as he ticked her leg, she almost fell over giggling when he stopped.
“Whoweee,” Elvis exclaimed, catching his breath from laughing. His eyes locked with Lois’ and his expression became more serious. “Whoweeee… hmmm. Ya got a boyfriend out there, back in Passsa -a -dena?”
Lois shook her head, sucking up the last of her shake.
“Ever had one?”
She shook her head again, looking down.
“Ever been kissed?” his voice cracked as it hit a higher register.
Another head shake. “Nope, I’m preparing for life as an old maid. Weighing my options, librarian or school marm?” Lois smoothed down her white blouse, straightening the dragonfly broach above her breast. The light glinted off of the rhinestones in it and she looked back at Elvis. He pursed his lips, his hand now moved under her skirt and over her bare her knee slowly, firmly, insistently.
“Mhmmmm, I think you could probably do whatever ya set ya mind to. But I promise ya, you’re too pretty to be a spinster, Lou Lou. Mhmmm. Someone’s liable to grab ya up, when you least expect it. I bet you’ll be married ‘fore you’re twenty. If that’s what ya want.” He squeezed her knee. “Right, let’s blow this popsicle stand.”
Elvis’ pink Cadillac Fleetwood drove up the road, passing the large metal sign with Quien Sabe Ranch hollowed out. He had stopped at a gas station to get directions, thankfully the property was a well-known local landmark, and once they had got to a certain point, Lois had been able to help with directions. His arm tightened around her shoulder, and she rubbed her head into his arm,  hating the prospect of leaving the warmth of his touch, the delicious feeling of being enclosed in him completely.The large house at the center of the property was aglow, and little lights twinkled from the other houses and buildings around the compound. A small pond sat beside the big house, and Elvis pulled next to the tree there, about twenty yards from her grand parents front door.
“You didn’t tell me you lived in a manshun.” Elvis finger traced along the top of her arm.
Lois turned into him, her mouth next to his ear as she whispered. “I don’t. I live in a small, three bedroom house in California. Think you’ll ever come out that way?”
Elvis pulled her into him. “Hell yes. You know.” He drew back from her, turning to look into her big brown eyes, his large fingers feathered over her forehead, and his face lit up with tender excitement. “You should start a fan club. I don’t have one there yet. Start a fan club for me, out in Los Angle - les, mhmm?”
Lois looked up in to his eyes, the earnest emotion she saw there was so intense she immediately acquiesced, shaking her head. “Yes, of course, gosh. Me?”
Elvis smiled. “You’re swell, you know that? And pretty.” His fingers trailed down to Lois’ waist, it felt like the whole side of her body fit into his large hand as she pushed into it.
“I bet you say that to all the girls”
Elvis leaned in closer, his nose hovered above hers.
“Nope. Only tha pretty ones.”
His hand moved up, and his thumb slid over her torso, coming to notch right below her breast. Lois exhaled slowly.
“Can I kiss you, Lois?”
She answered by leaning up, and kissing him first. Smooshing her lips fervently, awkwardly, roughly onto his. Her arms snaked around his neck as Elvis smacked off, laughing, both hands at her waist.
“Whooooa, whoooo.” he leaned in, and softly kissed Lois’ cheek. “Slow down, baby, slow down. This ain’t the Kentucky Derby.”
Lois giggled, then moaned as he kissed her neck and peppered a trail of soft kisses from her jaw to her mouth. She moved, slowly, with the rhythm of his body as he kissed her again on her lips, this time pushing his tongue into her mouth, and grinning as she jerked back, wiping her mouth with surprise and catching her breath.
“S’called a French kiss.” Elvis announced, rubbing her arm.
Lois grinned. “You know, I’ve never been kissed before. I …” she smiled sheepishly. “I think this is the best night of my life.
Elvis smirked, and squeezed her shoulder.
“Tell me your number baby, I’ll call you when I come out to California.”
“Do you have something to write it down with?”
Elvis pointed to his head. “Nu uh, this is all I need, just tell me your number. C’mon now, I gotta get back, heading on to Abilene early. Reckon the boys already put an ABP out for me”  He cupped his hand over his mouth, as if talking into a police radio. “Look for a young gal, dark, dangerous, pretty as heck—”
Lois slapped his shoulder. “Ok, ok, ok. My number is FA 3- 2780, that’s FA for Fairoaks, 3- 2780.”
Elvis bent over and kissed her cheek, then leaned across her lap to pull her door open. “Alright Lou Lou, FA 3 - 2780, got.” He grinned, as she got out of the car and turned around to see his eyes following her as she walked up to the house and went inside the door. A low whistle came out of the car as she swished her hips a little more and she grinned into herself. Later that night, after explaining most of what happened to her grandparents in thebroadest, vaguest terms possible, Lois would go on to collapse upstairs on her bed, and spend the night replaying her time with Elvis, trying to conjure up the feeling of his arm around her and his lips on her mouth.
8:35 PM, Sunday March 25, 1956
The Stern Household, Pasadena, CA
The sound of her mother answering the phone stirred Lois from her homework, and she stared ahead at the TV.
“C’mon Ritchie, put the Ed Sullivan Show, huh?”
Her brother turned and stuck his tongue out at her.
“Thought you were doing homework, four eyes.” He laughed, nodding at her new glasses.
Ugh, glasses, an annoying brother, I really will die a spinster.
Just then, her mother leaned into the living room from the hallway.
“Lois? There’s a young man on the phone for you. He said his name is Elvis Presley….” Lois jumped up off the couch with a shriek. Marjorie Stern looked with alarm at her daughter as she dashed for the telephone. “Wait… that name sounds familiar, is he in your class?”
Lois grabbed the phone, waving her mom away.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Lou Lou? That you? Where you been, I've been calling you all day. I just got to Los Angle - less. When can I pick ya up? Been hankering for that Lou Lou special. Ya know, something sweet and savory mixed ta gether.”
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I'm back baby! Got another one for you to help keep your flow going, if you would oblige me. ♥ And I have another one for Ben, but I won't put it in the same request.
Austin Butler's Elvis. It's his earlier days when he first started to become popular and his name was getting around. It wasn't unusual for him to keep some company on the road from time to time, and maybe the reader was his company one night. Could be left open to lead to some sort of heartbreak plot follow up, but of course that is always up to you.
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►PAIRING: Austin Butler!Elvis x Fem!Reader
►UNIVERSE: Elvis (2022)
►WORDS: 1.4k
►SUMMARY/PROMPT: See Above
►SONG INSPIRATION: Hound Dog - Shonka Dukureh & Baby, Let's Play House - Austin Butler
►TRIGGER WARNINGS: Pure Smut | One-Night-Stand | Oral [Male Reciving] | Face-slapping | Spitting | Vaginal Penetration | Rough Sex from Behind | Choking | Hair Pulling | Spanking | Oral Ejaculation | Rough Oral | Female Masturbation | Demanding Dominant Elvis | Implied more than one fuck session | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this…
►NOTE: Sorry if this isn't what you expected, or had envisioned yourself, I apologize. But I hope you enjoyed my vision.
►IMAGE & DIVIDER CREDIT: @nyxvuxoa
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It was exciting, it was a rush, and you were like a kid in a candy store. He was someone important, and he was going to be something big. Maybe it was the idea of someone up and coming wanting your company for the evening, maybe you felt like you shared a moment. Little did you realize that to him, you were just someone who was passing his time, an empty night of emotionless, unattached, carnal pleasures.
You decide to get a little risky. Leaving your dress in your car, you're wearing nothing under your black box coat. Your heels echo on the concrete slabs of the motel's walkway. Your hair is perfectly set and placed as always, and ruby red lips, and slightly winged eyeliner, like a cat decorated and made your eyes stand out.
Letting out a slightly shaky breath you walk to his door. Tap, Tap, Tap you knock lightly, but just loud enough for him to hear, not loud enough for you to announce your presence to the entire motel wing. You chew at the bottom corner of your lip. Hearing him come from the back of the room. You feel your heart picking up. Surely it was exciting.
You feel this fluttering in your chest, the fluttering in your gut, sure, emotionless, and meaningless, a hollow night of raw fun, but that didn't mean you weren't excited about it in some way. Your chewing on your lip only grew harder, before you felt this rush of heat wash over you the moment that door opened up.
"Well, ain't you a sight for sore eyes. Come on in Darlin'."
There it is, that flutter, all over. You give him a smirk, and you walk in. He knew what you were there for, just like any other that had come to his motel room door at night dressed like that. He knew the signs, and he wanted the company. Didn't like really being alone that one.
Sure, maybe you expected some sort of conversation, maybe a deep-rooted genuine moment, maybe you even were expecting something well-mannered, and even a hint of passion. Sure, he'll call you Baby, tell you how good you look, maybe even kiss you like you're the most important thing in the world, but you're just going to be yesterday's flavor and tomorrow is a new taste. But tonight, that didn't matter to you. Tonight, you were going to be someone special.
Hearing the lock latch behind you, you give a small smirk, chew on your lip, and turn to look at him. Searching his face, shirt half open, you lick your lips and smirk. God damn was this man a fuckin vision in his own unique way.
Wasting no time, you run your hands up his legs, brushing your hand against the front of his pants, feeling that slightly excited cock twitch under the palm of your hand you gaze up at him and smirk. Sliding your hands up a bit more and unbutton his pants, slowly unzipping them and letting them fall to the floor.
"You show me yours Darlin', I'll show you mine." He smirked and licked his own lip after running his hand over his face a moment and he leaned in and took your hand and pulled you a little closer and untied your coat and let it fall open. "Well aren't you a delicious snack."
"Oh, no I think you're the snack, Mr. Presley." You give a soft chuckle.
"Elvis Darlin'. Just Elvis." His accent rolled off his lips, and you ate it the fuck up.
"You're the snack, Elvis... and I'm going to eat you right up." You smirk getting to your knees after letting your coat slip from your shoulders.
Biting your lip you keep your gaze on him as you move your hand up his leg under his white boxers feeling him in your hand, you smirk, and slowly pull his boxers down just enough to watch him spring into attention. You let out a soft breath as you grip him in your warm, delicate hand. and begin to slowly work the flesh-coated hard rod in your hand. Reaching up with your free hand you finish unbuttoning his shirt, he lets it fall to the floor.
Letting out a groan he smirks that signature smirk, drops his head back, and lets out a soft groan. His jaw slacked as your perfectly painted ruby-red lips met the tip of his cock and you started to slide him a little further into your mouth. Flattening your tongue you press it against the underside of his cock and your lips tighten around him. Breathing through your nose you press him deeper.
His hand finds its way to your head, placing it delicately against the back of your head he presses your head down a little more, his hips trusted against your lips. You groan, creating a vibration against his cock as you pick up the pace, your red lips leaving a ring around him as he gets a little rougher.
Taking your mouth off his cock, he looks down at you, giving you a smirk, he taps your cheek a moment. You give him this smirk, a slightly crazy smirk and he knew. His hand slaps your cheek lightly, testing it. He smirks when you do, and then there it was, a strong hand across your face.
Leaving a red mark on your cheek. He grips your face and assists you to stand. Looking into your eyes he smirks as he forces your mouth open with the pinch of his hands against your cheeks, followed by him spitting on your mouth he throws you to the bed, flips you over, slaps your ass with a firm slap, and within a matter of a few blinks, winces and moans he dives his cock deep between your wet, wanting lips.
Gripping the bed sheets in your hands, your breathing hitches and you close your eyes and lets out a heavy moan. His hips move fast against you, thrusting hard, thrusting fast, and pressing deep. Elvis the Pelvis indeed. Your moans bounced off the walls.
His hands slide up your sides and reach for your shoulders and yank you back before he grabs the hair on the back of your head and grips tightly before the other hand wraps around your throat. While he grips your hair and throat tighter his body slaps against yours.
His hand moves from your hair and swats at your ass again, and again, and again, watching the way he slips into you, and watching the way your ass bounces as it slaps against him, and slaps against his hand against your now pinking flesh. It was a beautiful sight in his eyes.
His slapping ceased against your ass as his hand snaked up your spine, and both hands wrapped around your neck, giving it a squeeze as he used you, completely used you, like a living, breathing, naturally lubricating fleshlight. Your moans escaped passed his fingers as they burst through your lips and bounced off the wall and back at the both of you.
Feeling himself getting close to a finish he pulls himself from you, and he brings you to your knees. "Touch yourself." he demands. Nodding your head you stick your hand between your legs and he slips his cock between your lips again. Tasting yourself, tasting him, your fingers move over your bud quickly, and you slip your fingers into your wet hole as he uses your mouth, a grip on the top of your head, your hair gripped firmly.
As he thrusts harder into your mouth, you feel him hit the back of your throat as he slips his cock faster between your lips, thrusting. The rawness of his motions causes you to lose yourself, your fingers move quicker, and you moan against his cock as he himself gets closer to his finish, you are riding yours. Pulling his cock from your mouth he quickly spits in your mouth and shoves his cock back into it as he unleashes hot ribbons of his release between your lips. Feeling it hit the back of your throat.
Your eyes flutter shut, as some slips past your lips, but swallowing the rest, like the good girl position he has placed you in. Feeling some drip onto your chest you run your finger up your chest and place your finger in your mouth as you lick it up. You smile. Tonight was going to be a good night... after all, you just got here.
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news-wtf · 2 months ago
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World's largest 3D-printed neighborhood nears completion in Texas
As with any desktop 3D printer, the Vulcan printer pipes layer by layer to build an object – except this printer is more than 45 feet (13.7 m) wide, weighs 4.75 tons and prints residential homes.
This summer, the robotic printer from ICON is finishing the last few of 100 3D-printed houses in Wolf Ranch, a community in Georgetown, Texas, about 30 miles from Austin.
ICON began printing the walls of what it says is the world's largest 3D-printed community in November 2022. Compared to traditional construction, the company says that 3D printing homes is faster, less expensive, requires fewer workers, and minimizes construction material waste.
"It brings a lot of efficiency to the trade market," said ICON senior project manager Conner Jenkins. "So, where there were maybe five different crews coming in to build a wall system, we now have one crew and one robot."
After concrete powder, water, sand and other additives are mixed together and pumped into the printer, a nozzle squeezes out the concrete mixture like toothpaste onto a brush, building up layer by layer along a pre-programmed path that creates corduroy-effect walls.
The single-story three- to four-bedroom homes take about three weeks to finish printing, with the foundation and metal roofs installed traditionally.
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pr · 1 year ago
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my friend got in an accident on his scooter with a car at an intersection, and slid across the icy concrete. while he was being taken to the hospital in an ambulance, a towing company took his scooter without his permission or knowledge. after he left the hospital, he had no idea what had happened to his scooter, and has to make multiple calls to the hospital and the austin pd to figure out who the hell made the call to get it towed. when he finally found the company, they told him he owed them $150 to get his scooter back. since he was already now in the hole for his ER bill, he decided to wait a few days to deal with that later. turns out, the towing company was intentionally deceptive: he owed them $150 PER DAY that they were holding it. so when he called on day ONE, they fucking told him $150 because that was TECHNICALLY true. but now, 4 days later, he owed them 700 DOLLARS!!! because THEY took his scooter after a fucking ACCIDENT while he was in the EMERGENCY ROOM!!! he was fucking devastated, had no way to get home (he was house sitting in austin but didnt live in the city), and absolutely did NOT have $700 on top of the hospital bills. and the scooter was a rental, btw!!! so at that point it was CHEAPER to pay the fine for losing the scooter ($500) than it was to get the scooter back as each day passed. fucking insane, austin is infamous for their predatory towing practices in general
it should be illegal to tow a car as punishment and i’m not even kidding
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businessresources · 1 month ago
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Navigating the Challenges of Spinal Injury Claims
Experiencing a spinal injury can be life-altering, creating physical limitations and economic burdens that affect not only the injured individual but also their family and loved ones. Accidents that result in spinal injuries can occur in a variety of contexts, from car accidents to slips and falls. In such situations, it is crucial to understand the complexities involved in filing insurance claims. Engaging the services of a spine injury lawyer in Austin is a proactive step toward ensuring that you receive the legal support necessary to navigate this intricate process.
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Documentation is a cornerstone of any successful claim. Simply stating that you have sustained a spinal injury is insufficient; you must substantiate your claims with concrete evidence. This includes medical records, accident reports, and witness testimonials. Spine injury lawyers in Austin are skilled at gathering and organizing this crucial evidence, helping to build a strong case that can stand up in court. Their expertise ensures that you are not left to navigate these complexities alone.
Understanding the full scope of compensation available after a spinal injury can be overwhelming. Many individuals mistakenly focus solely on immediate medical expenses while neglecting other potential damages, such as lost wages, pain and suffering, and future rehabilitation costs. A proficient spine injury attorney in Austin will conduct a thorough assessment of your case, ensuring that no potential compensation is overlooked. This comprehensive evaluation is vital for helping you secure the financial support necessary for your long-term recovery.
If negotiations with the insurance company prove fruitless, your attorney must be prepared to escalate the matter to court. The thought of litigation can be intimidating, but an experienced spine injury lawyer in Austin brings the necessary courtroom skills to advocate effectively for your rights. They will construct a compelling case on your behalf, addressing all your concerns throughout the litigation process. This level of representation is critical in achieving a favorable outcome.
The aftermath of a spinal injury is often fraught with challenges, particularly when faced with uncooperative insurance companies. Hiring a spine injury lawyer in Austin can significantly impact your ability to secure the compensation you deserve. These legal professionals possess the knowledge and skills needed to navigate the complexities of personal injury law, allowing you to focus on your recovery without the added stress of legal battles.
If you or a loved one is dealing with the ramifications of a spinal injury, seeking the guidance of a personal injury attorney is a crucial step. At the Law Office of Matthew Shrum, we are dedicated to protecting your rights and ensuring that you receive fair compensation for your suffering. To explore how we can assist you, visit our page on spine injury lawyer in Austin or learn more about our services as a personal injury attorney. Your recovery is our priority, and we are here to help you every step of the way.
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concreteservicesaustin · 3 months ago
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Austin Concrete Specialists 5900 Balcones Dr Suite# 20964, Austin, TX 78731 Phone: (512) 987-2798
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sidewalkstamps · 1 month ago
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M. P. Austin 1926/8 Contractor (I believe both these photos were taken by Tim Aarons, in 2021 on Tujunga near Hatteras in North Hollywood, CA and 2024 respectively)
In 1925, he was listed as having the address of General Delivery, Lankershim in Los Angeles, California. He got the contract for a reinforced concrete garage, drainage flume, water tank, and stage foundation for Universal Studios (Building and Engineering News, Volume 25, Issue 1, 1925).
M. P.'s wife was Mary C. Austin (California Appellate Decisions, Volume 96, California District Courts of Appeal, Recorder Print and Publishing Company, 1939). She was born in 1878 and died in 1956, at which point she was buried at the San Fernando Mission Cemetery in Mission Hills, CA (Find a Grave).
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austinlandscapepros · 4 months ago
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Additionally, incorporating revolutionary options like rain gardens, permeable paving, and xeriscaping stands out, providing aesthetic enchantment and addressing environmental concerns. Diving deeper, every principle of Modern Landscape Design brings its personal set of advantages, design considerations, and alternatives for creating spaces which are both stunning and beneficial to the environment. The next sections will detail these points, offering a complete understanding of what makes Modern Landscape Design a sought-after method for enhancing outdoor spaces globally.
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concreteway · 6 months ago
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craftsmanconcrete · 8 months ago
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Craftsman Concrete Floors is an Austin-based company that specializes in polished concrete for residential and commercial buildings. We offer an environmentally sustainable, long-lasting concrete flooring solution. Contact us if you are building or renovating your ideal house.
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internationalrealestatenews · 9 months ago
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