#i don't think y'all realize how many times I get an idea. I write frantically for a day or two. and then I leave it and never come back

[beck-a-leck]

Tagged by @thychesters

rules: tell us the titles of all the WIPs you are currently working on right now and a little about them. then tag five other writers.

I'm calling this the Pimp My WIPS Game! fite me

Anyways I have 2 categories: The WIPS currently posted on AO3 and I am actively writing, no matter how slowly. and the WIPS that are currently stuck in Unposted Purgatory, the might one day get finished and posted, they might languish forever on my hard drive. Even I don't know!

Current WIPS

Our Dear Empress: A Rune Factory 4 fic in which, after in-game events, the protagonist, Frey, unwittingly becomes Empress of the enemy Sech Empire. It's a Sad Fic. There's grief and mourning and having to say goodbye to friends and loved ones and leave the safety of home for the dangerous unknown. I might try and pretend like I know anything about how politics work. In the future, there might be an arranged marriage for the Drama. We'll see.

Take My Arm That I Might Reach You: an offshooting branch of my big, main canon-compliant Star Wars Prequels fic (Wells of Silence) featuring gender bent Anakin and Padme. In this fic, Padme lives and takes the twins, Obi-Wan doesn't leave Vader to die on Mustafar and takes her into exile on Tatooine (to rehabilitate her and/or keep her imprisoned for the remainder of their lives), and Vader eventually gets a hard-earned redemption arc to reunite with her babies. Lots of angst. I predict I will focus on the story a lot once the Kenobi show drops in a couple months

Stranded: A Story of Seasons: Trio of Towns fic in which I explore the shared Childhood Trauma TM the Lulukoko kids experienced together. Equal parts adventure and world building and backstory exploration and an exercise for me to see how well I can write characters who are only like 13 years old.

Earth and Rebirth: Another SoS:3oT fic putting a twist on the standard protagonist's story for the game. Typically in these games your character is a young 20-something, single and ready to mingle, but for this story I widowed by MC and left her pregnant and now she has to figure out what she wants to do as an Adult TM, where she wants to live, how to move on after a devastating loss, and on top of all that how to also be a mom before she's ready for it. As per usual with my stories, it's full of delicious angst.

Remember Us: This RF4 fic was my 2020 Covid Lockdown hyperfixation fic, as RF4Special was my Covid lockdown hyperfixation game. (my writing for this one got a little sidetracked when Empress came along, but It still lives in my brain. I'll write more soon, I promise!) Anyways, in this one Frey agrees to have a magical baby, suffers some Terribly Inconvenient head trauma and Amnesia Strikes Back, and this inevitably stirs up all sorts of relationship drama between her and Arthur, and it is, in the long run, a story about them falling out of love, and then realizing that they never really didn't love each other and falling back in love.

Carve Yourself From Sandstone: My Sig-centric Jak and Daxter fic! (that i'm also writing at a glacially slow speed) In this one we take a look at Sig's back story and mix in a little bit of Damas' back story for good measure, plus some world and lore building for the whole J&D world. It will eventually lead up to the point where baby Jak gets taken and Sig adopts the Demolition Duo in Haven City, but at the rate I'm writing that will happen in like 20 years 😬

WIP Purgatory Fics

If You Give A Droid A Knife: Look. I started and almost finished this story Last May and I just haven't gone back to put the finishing touches on it! I saw a piece of art (and I can't remember where now I'd need to go digging through my sw tag) where someone drew BD-1 with a knife and I immediately got the idea "What if the droids found out Palpatine was evil?" because Naturally, they'd collect All the Knives and shank the Sith Lord and thus the galaxy was saved and everyone lives happily ever after!

Galaxy's Best Dad AU: Another Star Wars fic. I had the idea back in October, I think, of what if Plo Koon took Anakin on as his padawan after Qui-Gon's death? Because Obi-Wan was not emotionally prepared to take care of a child, and Plo is the Galaxy's Best Dad. Obi-Wan could get to be the Cool Cousin or something to Anakin, so they're still together a lot. And like, most things still happen as they do in canon, but at the end when Anakin's just about to fall he takes a moment to think about how utterly disappointed Plo would be in him if he fell to the dark side, and Anakin couldn't live with himself if he disappointed the Galaxy's Best Dad! And thus the galaxy is saved and everyone lives happily ever after! (and order 66 never happens) I want to actually write this, but I know it's going to turn into another Long WIP and I have Enough of those right now!

Boba And Omega Sibling Fic and the Grown Omega Fic: These two are grouped together because the former directly caused the later. So back when Book of Boba Fett was coming out I said "lmao. i absolutely don't want to see this happen in the show, but what if Omega came to help out Boba?" and I started writing a little fic about the two of them realizing they're sort-of siblings and over the years developing a begrudging but ultimately loving sibling relationship. And as siblings do, they give each other shit, constantly, and it is glorious to see them bickering sometimes. Anyways, spawned off that I started messing around with the shenanigans a grown up Omega might get into with the Bad Batch and those disjointed scenes and bits got tossed together into one document. I might finish up the Sibling fic, probably won't finish up the Grown fic, but who knows.

Clean Slate: A Friends of Mineral Town fic. I got an idea while I was writing my Mineral Town Big Bang fic and starting up a new file as Pete to get a feel for the town and characters and stuff, and it's really just a Super Basic 'novelization of the game plot' sort of story, but with extra Drama and Angst, because I cannot be helped. Ultimately I don't think this one's going to get finished, but I guess we'll see.

Beatrice: This one's a Rune Factory 5 fic, so mild spoilers if you care. Anyways Beatrice shows up in town under all sorts of hush-hush circumstances with nobody but a Knight to accompany her. And I started thinking about what kind of trouble a princess could possibly get into that would require her to be sent so far away from home alone. But also it includes some delicious pining on Reinhard's behalf because he's just a knight and she's a princess and it could never be, but he definitely volunteered to come to Rigbarth with Beatrice because he loves her is very dedicated to his profession. Not sure if I'll finish this one either, I want to see what information I can learn in game before I really try and join together the random scenes I wrote down.

oh gosh this got so long and now I have to tag people... uhh... idk. I'm so tired and it's late.

If you want to paly along, feel free to say I tagged you!

(or maybe I'll come back tomorrow morning and tag folks)

[mooodyblue]

trying to get to you | 50s!elvis x fem!reader

part one | part two

summary: you were supposed to hate elvis presley, but what happens when you get swept up at one of his concerts and you find yourself having feelings no girl like you should ever be having? originally requested by @thesandmanarchive

WC: 3.7k

warnings: NSFW, MINORS DNI, virgin!reader, mentions of god and church, angst, overprotective parents, slight daddy kink, smut smut smut once again. sorry if i missed any tags!

notes: sorry this took awhile to get out, i got hit with writers block and have been in a slump all week so this one's kinda a mess. slowly getting motivated to write again. as always, may contain mistakes and inaccuracies! i always enjoy reading comments regarding my work so i hope y'all enjoy! ty for the love <3

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elvis was glued to the phone. he took a shower, had lunch with his band and even spoke to his own mother on the phone. the difference between his family and yours was almost funny to him. gladys and vernon loved him to death and wanted the best for him, always calling and seeing if he needed anything. your parents were overbearing, overprotective and just wanted you to be their perfect child to show off. he didn't tell gladys about you, he wasn't sure how she'd approve of tearing someone like you of their innocence. there was a bible on the side table taunting him too.

he let out a sigh, throwing himself on his back onto the bed. he laid there for awhile and stared at the ceiling with only thoughts of you on his mind. then the phone rang, causing him to jump up and answer it with a frantic hello. he let out an annoyed sigh when he heard scotty's voice on the line. "this better be important." it wasn't, he was being invited out for drinks later which he declined. "sorry scotty, i-i just wanna be alone for awhile. i'm fine, just wanna catch up on some readin'. i'll talk to you later." he slammed down the phone and laid back down.

time went by so slowly that day. there was only so much to do in a motel toom, maybe declining drinks was a bad idea. it would have given him something to do. he watched a rerun of a show, read from his bible and practiced a few songs on his guitar. glancing at the clock then back out the window, he knew you weren't going to call. he accepted it. perhaps it was just a one time thing for the both of you. this was the sign he needed to move on. there was a church down the street that looked nice, maybe it was a good idea to take a trip and think things over with god.

but god had other plans for him.

pulling into the church, there weren't many cars around. he was happy to see it empty, meaning he wouldn't have to worry about being recognized while trying to have his personal time. he wandered in, looking around and admiring the glass windows and decor around the building before taking a seat at a random church pew in the middle. he sat there mumbling about you, praying that nothing bad would happen to you even if he never saw you again. in the midst of his prayer, the doors opened and the sound of someone being rushed in filled his ears.

"daddy, there's someone in here i can't just-"

"i don't care who's in here, you're going to sit there for an hour and think about the mess you've caused!"

she was shoved in the pew next to his on the opposite side, not making eye contact and only looking straight ahead. the man with her sat directly behind her, keeping an eye and making sure she wouldn't disobey him.

elvis recognized that voice, there was a hint of sadness in it. he slowly turned his head at you then quickly back forward after realizing it was you. he met eyes with the tall jesus state across the isle, "are you testin' me right now? is this a test? you're givin' me mixed signals here." he whispered. he didn't know what to do. there was no way for him to escape without you seeing him. he gave you a quick side eye, checking to see if you've noticed him yet. should he let out a cough? clear his throat? he couldn't just whisper your name, it'd be too obvious. he let out a small cough then looked through the corner of his eye to see if he got your attention. nothing. he coughed again, gently hitting his chest to make it look as if he had something caught in his throat. "good lord." he mumbled, trying to be more convincing. you finally glanced over at him and let out a small gasp, quickly turning your head back down to your lap to pretend you're still praying. elvis bowed his head down, slightly turning it to look at you. you turned yours the same way, giving him a small, sad smile.

"are you okay?" he mouthed, quickly glancing at your father then back at you.

you raised your head and turned your body towards your father. "daddy, can i go to the bathroom? i'll come right back." he furrowed his brows at you. "you be quick. i'm watchin' you." you nodded at him and got up quickly, shooting elvis a look before rushing off to the bathroom.

elvis waited a few minutes before standing up, doing the sign of the cross once more and leaving to go see you. he looked around for the bathroom, knocking softly once he found it. you opened the door and pulled him in quickly before locking it. "what the hell are you doin' here elvis?!"

he laughed softly, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. "what do you think i'm doin'? the same reason you're here. askin' for forgiveness, right?"

you shot a glare at him. "don't even start with that. this is your fault."

"my fault?" he scoffed. "i asked you over and over again yet you chose to stay the night."

you wanted to argue with him, but he was right. this was your decision and no one else's. what has gotten into you? this wasn't like you at all. elvis was like a drug to you, he was addictive and you found yourself going back to him everytime and you would be lying if you said you weren't considering sneaking out with him again.

"i should have never let you take me home. i wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you, my daddy was right about you! y-you're nothin' but trouble!" you snapped. elvis gave you a blank stare, arms still crossed. "a-and now i'm a disappointment to my family and to god! i'm going to hell because of you! robbin' me of my innocence, what were you thinking?" you continued on your rant as elvis stood there, staring at you and not saying a word.

"are you done?" he asked.

"huh?"

"i said, are you done?" he repeated.

you furrowed your brows at him. "y'know what, i don't have time for this!" you made your way to the bathroom door only for elvis to rush towards it, slamming his hand against the door and preventing you from leaving. "if you don't let me leave, i'm gonna yell!" he blinked, staring you down. "dad-!" he clasped his other hand over your mouth, shushing you and gently pushing you back as he leaned against the door. "you are not going to tell me to come back here just to yell at me then not let me say my peace." you rolled your eyes and gestured for him to speak.

"you are the most stubborn girl i have ever met yet i've been nothin' but nice to you. maybe you do need to be punished every once in awhile!" this was a side of elvis you didn't know existed, you were in shock. the words that left his mouth sent a small tingle down your spine. he slowly walked towards you, your back hitting against the wall as he inched his face closer to yours. "if i'm so bad for you then why do we keep runnin' into eachother? why here? at a church?" he whispered. he used the tip of his finger to raise your chin, moving his eyes to yours and down at your lips before kissing you gently. you opened your mouth, allowing his tongue to explore inside. the two of you were interrupted by a loud knock at the door followed by the shout of your name, causing you to jump.

elvis grinned at you and placed one last kiss on your neck before whispering in your ear. "remember baby, gods always watchin'" he moved out of your way, watching you walk towards the door. "one last thing," he started. you reached for the handle and looked back at him once more. "be careful." you nodded at him before rushing out and muttering apologies to your father.

meanwhile, elvis waited until the coast was clear. he ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. the night he first saw you, it was supposed to be a simple 'hey how are you doing?', get your name and possibly buy you dinner. not...whatever this was. this was only day three and he couldn't stop thinking about you. he even wondered how far you'd be willing to go with him, did you even like him? perhaps you had a point, maybe he was a bad influence on you. but he wasn't going to give up on you just like that.

he cracked the bathroom door open, looking around for you and your father before making his way out of the building and on his way back to his motel. elvis didn't drink often but god, he needed a drink. badly. once he pulled up to the parking lot, he was greeted by scotty who threw him a small wave. elvis quickly got out and rushed over to him. "where y'all headin'?" he asked. scotty cocked an eyebrow at him, "off to get a few drinks, which you declined if i can remember." elvis laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "yeah uh....can i tag along?"

well, that was a mistake. elvis had one too many drinks. he had to be dragged back to his room and thrown back onto his bed, scotty asking him "you gonna be alright?" and him responding with a bunch of slurred, incoherent words. once scotty left, he laid there and wallowed in his own thoughts. he drank to forget about you for a few hours yet you were still on his mind. how beautiful you looked the night he took you home, the way you looked on top of him last night and how you looked at him earlier at church. he missed you badly, wishing you were there to take care of him. elvis was half-hard at this point, he didn't know if it was because he was thinking about you or if it was the warmth from the alcohol-maybe it was both. part of him felt silly for thinking about you in such ways. would he even see you again? who knows. he'll sleep off these feelings about you, play a show tomorrow and maybe find another girl to help him get over you.

he regetted those drinks the next day, barely making it through rehearsals and even dozing off during lunch. but he was going to put on a good show regardless. the announcer said his name, introducing him as he walked out to the crowd, guitar around him as he waved to everyone and flashed that beautiful lip curling smile he's so known for.

it was a beautiful crowd, everyone was enjoying the moment, no worries at all. it was interesting though, when you think about it, fans like him for his looks or his music but they didn't know a single thing going on in his personal life, they didn't know the moment he stepped off stage he'd go back to his room and stress over missing you and worrying if you're okay. and as if someone were reading his mind, he was looking out into the crowd, there you were, looking directly at him from the back, dressed as if you were hiding from someone. if he could, he'd jump off stage and run right towards you. hell, he wanted to sing the rest of the show in 2x speed just to make it go faster.

after a few more songs, it was finally over, saying a quick "thank you" to everyone in the audience and rushing off stage, tossing his guitar to someone and running to find you.

"y/n!" he shouted, running towards you. you took your sunglasses off, giggling at an out-of-breath elvis in front of you from running to you. "why are you here? thought i was nothin' but trouble to you. speaking of which, i thought you were supposed to be in trouble" he said, putting his hands on his hips.

you shrugged. "thought about what you said yesterday. maybe you had a point. i'm a fully grown adult anyway."

he raised an eyebrow at you. "is this a trap? why the sudden change?"

you looked around the venue, "can we talk? in private, maybe?" elvis nodded in response, taking your hand. "i'm sure i can sneak you backstage."

with elvis's growing stardom, the last thing he needed was for his manager to see him with a girl. 'the fans need to know that you're available' he once said. but he wouldn't admit that to you, at least not now anyway. you had your own problems to deal with and he didn't want to add on to your troubles. to his surprise, he did a pretty good job at hiding and sneaking you around.

he allowed you inside his dressing room, locking the door behind him and taking a seat on the couch. he spread his legs slightly and motioned for you to come sit. you took a seat in his lap, his hand immediately going to your back and keeping you secure on him. "what's goin' on, little one? talk to me."

"i think ive realized, when i'm with you, i don't feel the need to....i don't know...hold myself back?" he nodded, listening to you carefully. "when i'm at home, i have to live this strict life, i have to be perfect. i don't-i don't wanna do that anymore."

it may sound crazy, but all that time you spent locked inside a church or at home, it gave you time to think on your feelings. not just about elvis but about you. you were still true to your faith, still praying every night and seeking to your bible for guidance but the way your father has been towards you, it's not right. were you really doing anything wrong by messing around with elvis? would you actually go to hell for not having real sex with a boy that you technically weren't dating? there were still a lot of things you needed to figure out, but you'd be willing to figure it out with elvis.

"you wanna know what i think?" he moved his hand up and down your back. "you worry too much. god ain't gonna strike you down for sneaking around. shit, he may as well strike me down for the things i've done." he joked.

"and i don't wanna hear about the things you've done!"

elvis let out a laugh, "don't worry, i'll protect those innocent ears of yours." he took your hand in his, squeezing it softly. "but 'm serious baby, i ain't gonna let anything bad happen to you. i made that promise the second day we were together and i'm sticking with it. even if that means i gotta be face to face with your daddy."

"don't say that! i'm dreading the day you meet him, i just know it won't be pretty." you sighed. "how long till you leave me?"

he frowned, "leavin' tomorrow night."

you never thought you'd be saying this, but part of you didn't want elvis to leave. you didn't want to be stuck at home with your family again, you just wanted to be with elvis.

he noticed the sudden change in your mood, sneaking a hand up your dress to give your thigh a slight squeeze. "hey, you know i'll come back to see you. can't leave you behind."

you shivered at his touch, trying to shake the thoughts going through your head. "you promise?" his hand inched up more giving you the same butterflies as before, resisting the urge to close your thighs together. "mmhm." he hummed. "promise." he mumbled as he brought his lips to your neck, kissing you all over. you tilted your head to the side for elvis to get easier access.

"elvis?"

"mhm."

"c-can we...." you stuttered, not exactly knowing how to ask him to pleasure you. "what do you want baby?" he asked, taking one of his fingers and teasing you outside your panties. "c'mon, tell me what you want."

you took in a sharp inhale. "fingers, please." he smirked up at you. "only because you asked nicely." he moved your panties to the side, running a finger in between your slick folds. "fuck baby, need me that bad?" he shoved two fingers inside you, feeling you clench right around them. "so tight around my fingers, can't wait to get my cock in you one day." you moaned at his words, almost considering letting him fuck you that night, but you weren't quite ready for that yet, you weren't sure if you'd ever be ready. but the way he spoke to you in that manner, it made you want him even more.

he continued to move his fingers inside of you faster and faster, yours thighs tightening, panting heavily as you got closer to your orgasm. your hand went to his hair, tugging at it slightly as you threw your head back in pure bliss. "cum for me baby, cum for daddy." your toes curled as you let out a moan, juices soaking you and fingers. "that's my girl, so good. soaked right through your dress." he moved his fingers out of you and sucked on them, licking the juices right off.

you moved your hand from his hair and to his fully hard cock straining his pants, giving it a slight squeeze. "can i make you cum...." you rubbed your hand against his length, rubbing your thumb at the tip, grinning at the small wet spot forming through his pants. "...daddy?" he twitched under your hand, swallowing the lump in his throat. "oh fuck-yeah baby. c'mon." you hiked your dress up and placed yourself on his erection, probably making a mess of his pants, still in your soaked panties. you began rubbing yourself on him, back and forth, the friction of his pants and your wetness driving him crazy. it was driving you crazy too, feeling him against your clit and making you feel that fluttering sensation again. elvis noticed this, glancing up at you. "you gonna cum again? didn't know you had it in you." he smirked. "can i, daddy? please?" you said, riding him faster. "ah-god. yea, yea satin, with me. wait for me, baby." you nodded, more grunts leaving his lips as he felt himself throb under your panties, so soaked that you considered going home without them.

"goddamn!" he shouted, holding your hips still as he came, feeling him right under you, your second orgasm coming shortly after. you threw yourself next to him on the couch, breathing heavy and coming down from your highs. "you shouldn't say that, y'know" you panted.

he rolled his head to you, "say what?"

"that word, the g-d word."

"are you serious? after everything we just did, you're concerned about me saying goddamn?" he let out a breathy laugh.

you raised your head at him. "it's not a nice word!"

"fuck ain't a nice word either but you sure did like sayin' it a few minutes ago!" you rolled your eyes at him, laying your head back on the couch. "so i'm a sinner, sue me." he joked. you scoffed and looked over at the clock, sighing. "i have to get home."

elvis stood up, helping you up shortly after. you looked down at his pants, amused by the large wet spot on his pants. "you may wanna change." he looked down, eyes widened and rushing to change his pants. "thank god you pointed them out! that would have been embarrassin'"

he zipped up the new pair and held his hand out. you looked at him confused. "what?" he motioned his hand out, as if he was expecting something.

"i-i don't understand." he nodded his head down to your dress. "i want 'em."

"want what?"

"underwear. give 'em."

"you can't be serious!" you gasped. it was almost like he knew what you were thinking, and with no hesitation you took them off, handing them to him as he shoved them in his back pocket. "in case i don't see you tomorrow, want something to remember you by." he was dirty, but you loved it.

he opened the door, looking around and allowing you to exit first and sneaking you out before anyone could see you. the two of you walked outside, standing there for a minute till elvis broke the silence. "do you need a ride home?" he asked. "no, it's okay. i don't wanna risk it." you replied, sadly. he took your face in his hands, rubbing his thumb against your cheek before placing a soft kiss on your lips.

part of him wanted to say he loved you, but he didn't want to scare you off.

"y'know i care about you." he said softly. "if i don't see you tomorrow, i'll be here next week. i promise. i'll find you and get you outta that house, baby. remember that."

you blushed. "thank you elvis."

he pulled you in for a hug, embracing you with his arms around you. "don't thank me. you deserve to be appreciated, it's okay to not be perfect all the time." he pulled away, looking in your eyes. "but you're perfect to me. this is the best week i've had in a long time, bein' able to see you next week is what's gonna help me get through the rest of this tour."

your heart swelled at his words, almost making you tear up. "i'm proud of you y/n, you're doing good." he said, patting you on the shoulder. you took in a breath, holding back your tears. "thank you." you made a note to cry about it when you got home.

"get home safe, alright? i'll see you soon, honey." he kissed you once more before and you began to make your way home, elvis standing by and watching until he couldn't see you anymore.