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LMFAOOOO NOT HIM CALLING ME *his daughter* A CHEAP FLOOZY đđ
And I think he meant his fans lol
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Your husband John Price (Scenario)
Here's to all of the Price lovers out there, Gaz version will be out soon :3
ê„ HOPE YOU ENJOY! ê„
Thinking about what John Price would be as your husband;
Your husband John Price who shows his care through a protective manner most of the time. He's the type of man to place a hand on a sharp corner of the table or countertop so that you wouldn't hit your head when you get back up from picking something up from underneath it. Same goes for you getting into cars. He'd open doors for you and place a hand over your head so you don't hit it whenever you'd get into a vehicle.
Your husband John Price who is so domestic and loves classic romantic things like cooking breakfast for each other or making each other coffee, moving around the furniture in the living room so he could have more space to dance and sing with you while playing some old love song. (AHEM "Can't Help Falling In Love" by Elvis or Haley Reinhart)
Your husband John Price whose love language is definitely acts of service, you name it, he's doing it. All the gnarly tasks around your home, he'd do for you.
Your husband John Price who is a sucker for forehead kisses, doesn't matter who gives and receives. Something about them is just so romantic and domestic, he's always first to initiate because him giving you those kisses mean more to him than just proving to you he loves you. When he kisses you, he means it, you are under his protection and his care, he wants you to know that he can provide for you.
Your husband John Price who wants nothing more than to be home with you, you in his arms, he couldn't possibly ask for anything more or think of anything that could be better.
Your husband John Price who has a breeding kink is very much fond of the idea of hearing the pitter-patter and thumping of his children's feet on the house floors, their little voices filling your home with much more love than ever. Those same little children with their currently high pitched voices, asking his approval on everything.
"Dad, look!"
"It looks great sweetheart, go show your momma and see what she thinks"
*Cue your little one almost stumbling on their own feet because they were so excited to show you something*
Your husband John Price who was very much against the idea of getting pets but now the thing love him more than you even if you were the one who got it in the first place. You'd find them both coddled and napping on the couch and sneakily take pictures.
Your husband John Price who is absolutely addicted to the way you sound and tone of voice when you call out his name. Unless when he's in trouble, you break out the full name shit in such a condescending tone too. If it's the just the way you normally say it then it takes him a little time to process it because how could he not be absentminded when you say his voice in such a sweet way.
"John.."
"..."
"John Pri-"
"Yes love..?"
Your husband John Price who slowly notices himself gain weight throughout your relationship with him, even more so when you two got married yet he took it seemed that he liked it that way and you loved seeing him with a dad bod.
Simon Ghost Riley Version :3
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chronically online (social media au) - dr3
masterlist || series masterlist ||
Summary: The one where everyone's favourite couple is chronically online during winter break.
Pairing: daniel ricciardo x actress!reader (model used: dakota johnson)
Warnings: none other than some cursing?
Request: "hi ! i loveee ur smaus !! i was wondering if u could write some more daniel x actress!reader? maybe like interacting with some of her friends/costars? thank youu have a nice dayy <3"
Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms.Â
ynverse
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ynverse: proof that we can go without checking our phones for like twenty minutes.
user: we love you mother, even if you are glued to your phone
user: if you told me we'd be seeing daniel on her profile a year ago i would've laughed but here we are
danielricciardo: fucking carolina
ynverse: i fucking hate social media detox
user: i love how they are not serious at all
sydneysweeney: need any cars fixed?
ynverse: will make sure to hit syd's garage!!
user: okay but why is daniel on a tractor
user: girl i don't think that is a tractor
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danielricciardo
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danielricciardo: in nyc with the missus.
rileykeough: when did you guys get a fucking cat?
ynverse: do you want to know her name?
rileykeough: with that reaction? no
danielricciardo: but you have to know the name
ynverse: yes riley, you have to know the name
rileykeough: is it elvis
danielricciardo: of course not
ynverse: it's graceland
rileykeough: you named a cat graceland?
danielricciardo: happiest place on earth, baby
user: when did they change countries and how did we not notice??
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user: am i the only one who thinks they are in new york for something big??
ynverse: yeah
ynverse just posted a story!
ynverse
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ynverse: crazy night with a crazy bunch of people, thank you to everyone at snl and thank you to daniel who had to deal with at least 10 panic attacks and had to get me copious amounts of coffee.
user: okay but it's so cute that they support each other
user: girl they are in a relationship... that is like the bare minimum thing to do
user: i just know daniel was laughing his ass off during her monologue and i love that for him
taylorswift: i'm obsessed!!
user: i can imagine the chaos these two must have brought to the set... god
ynverse: okay but why hate outside of the club when you can't even get in
user: mom and dad taking over the entertainment industry step by step
landonorris: a shoutout might've been nice
danielricciardo: stop whining
ynverse: that was kinda hot
landonorris: ew
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hello!!! I was wondering if I could request a Dallas Winston x reader story based off of the song "she's a fool" by Lesley Gore. The song reminds me a lot of Sylvia and Dallas and so maybe the story can be based around how reader is a better gf than Sylvia and such. Hopefully this makes sense LOL
sheâs a fool (request)
authors note: this was super fun to write so i hope you like it đ
dally x reader
word count: 2.0k
warnings: cussing, slightly suggestive, joking threats
you and your boyfriend, dally, are in your kitchen, both of you sitting on the barstools made for the island. the two of you are talking when you decide to take some cherries out of the fridge, you wanted a little snack to satisfy your hunger.
as you get up from the stool and walk to the fridge, dally asks, âheard that new elvis movieâs out, you wanna come see it with me? itâd be jusâ the two of us.â giving you a certain look and winking at the end.
you blushed, rolling your eyes and stating, âi want to go but iâm gonna ask my parents first. donât wanna make them worried when they donât see me at home.â you open up the fridge and take the cherry bag out, turning around and taking a bowl out of the cupboard.
you then take some cherries out of the bag and head towards the sink, rinsing them. dally gives you a confused look, âwhatâ why are you rinsing them?â
looking back at him, you answer, âi dunno, my mom always told me to rinse fruits and vegetables because you never know what kind of bugs can be on them. just tryinâ to stay safe.â your boyfriend finally understands your answer and shrugs it off.
once you were done rinsing them, you put them in a bowl and put it in front of you and dally. your dad then comes down the stairs and says, âalmost late for work, honey. iâll be back around⊠probably six.â
you nod, grabbing his lunch out of the fridge while he thanks you, you ask, âhey, dad, do you think i could go to the drive in with dally today? itâd probably be around⊠umâŠâ
looking to your boyfriend for the answer, he looks back at you then to your dad, finishing, âoh, probably around seven or so. weâd be back around nine, iâm guessing. right, baby?â
you blush and look at him, nodding. you stand next to him while heâs sitting, your dad eyes him suspiciously. you put your arms around dallyâs shoulder, your chest to his back as you look over his shoulder.
âplease, dad? weâll be safe, dally can protect me, you know him! so strong, so good at fighting and so amazingâŠâ you look at dally, dropping your arm to his bicep, smiling at him sweetly as he eats a cherry, a wide grin on his face.
your dad sighs, âfine. you better keep her safe, winston. and you better not,â he paused, âand i mean better not do anything bad or inappropriate.â you tried to hold back a laugh, a smile evident on both you and your boyfriends faces. your dad made a serious face at you, crossing his arms.
you walked over to your dad and thanked him, âthank you dad! i think you should be heading to work now though, love you!â while youâre giving him a hug, he glares at dally, causing your boyfriend to put his hands up in a mocking surrendering pose.
when you let go of the hug, your dad replies, âlove you, kid.â and walks out of the door, you walk behind him to lock the door. you then go back to dally, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and once again kissing him.
after pulling away, he looks at you with so much love in his eyes, anyone would know you are the only one he loves if someone saw him like this. he knows he loves you although itâs difficult for him to express it, he doesnât directly voice it to you.
the two of you stay at your house for the next nine hours, consisting of you talking, sleeping or reading while he looks around your room. by the time itâs 6:30, the both of you decide to drive to the drive in.
when you get into the drivers seat and your boyfriend is in the passengers seat, he asks, âwhy ainât i drivinâ?â you chuckle, looking at him to see if he was serious.
you answer, âi love you, dal, but i am not lettinâ you drive my car.â he rolls his eyes as you begin to drive, âiâm a perfectly good driver, donât know what youâre talkinâ âboutâŠâ he mumbles.
you laugh, the only laugh he loves so much, the one heâd notice even if so many others were laughing at the same time. he grins, looking back at your concentrated face, focusing on the road.
when you both arrive at the drive in, you find a good place to park before getting out and sitting on the hood. dally sits next to you, you then hear a loud scream in your ear, causing you to lean towards your boyfriend and look to him for help as you scream back.
you look behind you to see two-bit laughing his ass off, a bottle of alcohol in his hands as you give him a pissed off look. your boyfriend laughs as your side is pressed into his, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and kissing your forehead.
âiâm gonna get us some snacks. you want anything?â you stated, asking your boyfriend too. he thought for a moment before responding, âjust a coke, thanks doll.â
as you walk away, he grabs a cigarette from the box in hispocket, he got into the habit of avoiding smoking near you. he grabs a lighter from his pocket, lighting the cigarette and putting it in his mouth.
your boyfriend and two-bit are both talking when keith interrupts, âlooks like you got company, dallas. youâre so fucked, iâll be back when sylviaâs gone.â
dally groans, hearing sylviaâs voice behind him, âhey, dal, you wanna come back to my place after the movieâs done?â the nickname feels so wrong coming from her. he doesnât even look at her, doesnât turn around and focuses on the car, your car.
âget the fuck away, i have a girlfriend.â he responds, clearly agitated as he doesnât want you to see him angry. he doesnât look to see where you are, he knows youâll be back soon.
she responds, âso? she doesnât have to knowâŠâ as she puts her hand on his arm, he loses his temper.
âgod, donât you ever know when to fucking stop, sylvia? we broke up because you fucking cheated on me while i was in the cooler, man. thereâs no way i could even be with you after that. youâre a piece of shit, youâre a bad person and you deserve nothing but the worst for the rest of your life. i have a girlfriend, she never treats me how you did. sheâs way better than you, better than all the girls iâve dated, and you can go cry about it to someone else for all i care. she treats me like she actually loves me, she treats me like she knows my fucking worth. she does more than you ever could, and she is the one i want. you can piss off, sylvia, youâre dead to me, you fucking get that?â he pauses, still angry as he sees tears in her eyes, âoh, now youâre crying, huh? maybe you shouldâve thought first before cheating on me, before treated me like shit! get fucking lost.â
she runs away at the last sentence, dally rolling his eyes and leaning against the car, going back to smoking. two-bit walks back to him, asking, âdamn, you do care about y/n. never heard you talk about her like that, is it true?â
your boyfriend stares at him, nodding slightly and taking the cigarette out of his mouth, âyou tell anyone about this, iâll cut your damn head off.â his friend chuckles at the threat, stating, âyour girlâs back, put it out before she sees.â referring to the cigarette.
he drops it and puts it out with his heel, walking over to you and putting his arm around your shoulder, taking his soda out of your hands, thanking you.
the both of you sat down on the hood of your car, you scoot closer to him and give him a kiss on the cheek. he smiles at you, returning the favor except on your forehead.
as the movie plays, the soda cups begin to become less filled, the chip bags only being filled with crumbs. the silence of you and dally are occasionally interrupted with little comments about the movie.
once the movie is done, the two of you look at each other and smile. you grab his trash and walk to a trash can, him following you, for protection, he says. he then follows you back to the car, grabbing your hand and staying close to you.
the both of you get into the car, driving in the direction of your house. the drive there is filled with silence, dally looks at you, not being able to see your face well because of the dark. he places his hand on your thigh, looking out the window once you turn your head to him.
when you arrive at your house, you open the door to see your dad in the living room, sitting on the couch. he reads the newspaper and looks up, asking, âhow was the movie, you two?â
you respond, âoh, it was good!â and summarize the whole movie for him, as he wasnât planning to see it anytime soon.
you then look nervously at the ground, your boyfriend still behind you at the entrance, standing awkwardly. you ask, âhey, um, dad?â
he sighs, putting down his newspaper as you smile, âcan dally stay over tonight? heâs already here and it would take him a while to get back to his own placeâŠâ
your dad sighs once again as your boyfriend is silent, âyeah. go to bed.â you exclaim and walk to your dad, hugging him and thanking him.
you then walk to your boyfriend, leading him upstairs as he grabs your hand once again. you notice and ask, âdal, you seem awfully close today, did something happen? iâm not complaining, just wondering.â
he looks at you, stating, âsylvia came up to me at the drive in. asked me if i wanted to go back to her place, i said no and told her i gotta girlfriend, that youâre way better than her and iâd never want her again, not even to save my life. told her to piss off.â
as the two of you walk into your bedroom and you close the door, you beam, âaww, thatâs so cute, dal! thank you for telling her to piss off and stuff.â
âyeah, no problem, doll.â he replies, letting go of your hand for a brief moment to take his shirt off, changing his pants into more comfortable ones he had left at your house.
you walked into your bathroom, doing your nightly routine before changing into your pajamas. you pull the sheets down, curling up as you look at your boyfriend.
he smiles, scoffing and pulling down the sheets on the other side of the bed, laying down. you cuddle up next to him as he puts his arm around your waist in a protective manner.
âlove you, dal⊠thanks for being the best boyfriend everâŠâ you mumble into his chest, falling asleep quickly after.
he pauses before kissing your forehead gently, your head on his chest. he realizes he wants to be cherished, to be loved, you make him feel that way. he canât find a single flaw in you, and realizes he should treat you like he loves you. you are a better girlfriend than sylvia ever was, than all of his girlfriends combined. you make him feel like someone, make him feel like he has someone to live for.
âsweet dreams, baby.â he mumbles into your hair, falling asleep not long after. your dad quietly opens the door, light coming in as he saw you and your boyfriend cuddling.
he chuckles softly, closing the door and walking into his own bedroom, knowing you were truly loved by dallas winston.
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âIâve got her, you relax.â â Elvis Presley x reader
Summary: daddy Elvis comes home from tour finally, and youâve been extra tired lately having to take care of a sick toddler. He goes straight into dad mode when he gets home and gives you a chance to relax and heâs just the best dad ever to your daughter n I love domestic elvis <3
Pairing: Elvis or Austin!Elvis x fem!reader
Word count: 678
Warnings: fluff!! Domestic!Elvis n daddy!elvis đ probs typos SORRY
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Finally the day had come where Elvis was coming home for a break from touring. You were originally going to meet him at the airport with the others, but your daughter had been under the weather, and sick toddlers and overstimulating environments donât mix well. Instead, you waited at Graceland for him to return, your daughter resting on your lap.
As soon as she heard the lock of the front door click, she lept out of your lap, running over to Elvis, her arms outstretched towards him, cheering, âdaddy, daddy!â
Elvisâ face lit up with a radiant smile as he scooped her up, spinning her around in the air before cuddling her to his chest, peppering her face with kisses. You watched with a smile, waiting for your turn. âMy little girl,â he murmured, his voice filled with affection as he planted another kiss on her cheek. âMy other little girl. Iâve missed you,â he continued, turning to you and enveloping you in a warm embrace, his lips finding yours in a tender kiss.
As he lifted your daughter onto his shoulders, her giggles filling the air, you felt relief wash over you, âI've missed you too, E,â you replied, your voice filled with warmth.
âHow is she?â He asked, his concern evident in his voice, reaching up to tickle your daughterâs tummy, who was perched happily on his shoulders.
You let out a tired sigh, the weight of the past few days evident in your voice, âGetting there.â
âTell you what, Iâve got her, you relax this afternoon, tonight itâll be just me and you,â he suggested, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. Your heart raced a little at his suggestion, âIâd love that.â
You made your way to the bathroom, the promise of a warm bath beckoning you, Elvis followed closely behind, your daughter still perched happily on his shoulders. Together, you ascended the staircase, the sound of y/d/nâs laughter filling the air as Elvis carried her up to her bedroom to retrieve a coat.
âAnd mama,â Elvis said, his voice filled with determination as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you back towards him, âdon't you even think about cooking, or cleaning, or tidying, or nothing, okay? I got it.â
You couldn't help but smile at his insistence, a wave of gratitude washing over you at his thoughtfulness. âAlright, daddy,â you replied playfully, backing up against him and teasing him with a mischievous glint in your eyes. You wandered away into the your bedroom, Elvis shot you a knowing smirk, shaking his head in amusement as he watched you go, saying youâre going to get it tonight.
âAlright, monkey,â Elvis said, turning his attention back to your daughter, who was now perched on her bed, her eyes shining with excitement. âLet's get a jacket and go play outside.â
Bending down, he gently lifted her off the bed, setting her down on her feet. Opening up her wardrobe, he sifted through the clothes until he found a warm coat, zipping it up around her little body snugly to protect her from the chilly November air.
Once she was properly bundled up, Elvis took her hand in his, a smile lighting up his face as he led her out of the room and down the stairs. Outside, the world was bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, the crisp air tinged with winter on the horizon. The bathtub in yours and Elvisâ ensuite was positioned perfectly next to a window, allowing you to watch on as he and y/d/n headed out into the backyard, their laughter echoing through the air.
The pair ran around playing together, first in her cubby house, then playing chasey, before she got bored of that too. You leant against the bathtub ledge, smiling at your little family.
âBaby, come here, look,â Elvis pulled her into his lap, âsee, look, wave to mama, do you see her?â He cooed, pointing to you in the window for her as she waved both hands around at you, making you laugh.
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All Dolled Up
PT. 3
PT. 2
PT. 1
PAIRINGS: Dads best friend! Perv! Elvis Presley x innocent OC
WARNINGS: age gap (OC is 18 and Elvis is in his early 40s), foul language, inaccurate timeline probably, OC is a crybaby, cursing, talk of running away, OCs brother finds out about them, sexual themes in a barn
NSFW WARNINGS: dom!Elvis, sub!oc, daddy kink, making out, thigh riding, oc and Elvis almost get caught, oral (f and slightly m receiving), fingering, slapping, spitting, choking, degradation (whore, slut), praise, corruption kink, breeding kink, housewife kink ig?, nipple play, boob job, mentions of lactating,
sorry if I missed anything!!
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Kim woke up the next morning groggily. Her mind was hazy from the previous night, and it was all she could think of as she dolled herself upâfor the presence of Elvis was near and strong.
Today, she wore a bold red off the shoulder sundress paired with black mary janes and her signature frilly white socks. Her hair was in a high ponytail, held by a black ribbon. Her bangs framed her face almost perfectly and she smelled of warm vanilla.
Kim knew he was there, somewhere in her familyâs small house. She wasnât sure if she was ready to look the brooding man in the eye yet, afraid heâd pounce onto her before she could even react. But alas, she also knew that she couldnât avoid him forever. Not that she really wanted to, anyway.
So, as she opened her large white door and rounded the corridorâthere he sat. Manspread on the couch, taking up almost half of it as if he owned it. His hair was messy and fallen in his stupidly perfect face. He wore a wife-beater and jeans that hugged his strong thighs just right.
The light was dim, but the light from the TV highlighted against the sharp features of his muscles and face. Kim felt her breath snap away from her as his eyes suddenly met hers all over again. He was so pretty. So, so, unbelievably pretty. And in that moment, the one thing Kim could finally settle on, is the fact that she was completely and utterly smitten by Elvis Presley.
Never had she ever felt this way for any man or woman before. It frightened her to no end, yetâshe wantedâno. Craved more of him. More of his chuckles, more of his warmth, more of his touchâshe wanted him more than anything. But, she knew she couldnât ever really have him.
Even as he sat there on her couch, in her homeâeven when he had sat on her bed the previous night; he was merely always going to be out of reach. Their fingertips being only met. She was his secret, as he was hers. And, it seems thatâs all they could ever be as long as she lived under her fathers roof.
The nagging voice in the back of Kimâs mind knew this couldnât go on, but she couldnât help it. âYâjus gonâ stand there all day, or câmere n let me love on yaâ, baby?â He asked with a charming smile. Kim felt a warm sigh slip past her lips as she dragged her body to where Elvis sat.
âWhereâs my father?â She asked as he perched her on his lap and tucked her face into his neck. âGone, with yaâ brother.â He replied as he rubbed circles into the small of her back. She hummed in acknowledgment.
His body was warm and firm against hers, a contrast compared to her skin soft to the touch and slightly cold. His scent was intoxicating; wood, old spice with a lingering hint of tobacco. The small circular ash trey with the remnants of a cigar confirmed her thoughts.
His chest rose and fell beneath her at a steady pace as they basked in the comforting silence. Her fingers danced across his clothed chest gently. A show played on from the TV, but it only played as background noise in the darkened room. Kim felt content. More than she ever had.
Sheâd never felt the warmth of any other man besides her father and brother, but Elvis felt extraordinary to her. She felt protected as his strong arms tightened around her small frame, securing her seat on his lap. Kim wished to live in this moment with him forever, but thoughts plagued her mind as the world grew quieter around her than it ever had been before. All she could hear was his soft exhales if she really paid attention.
âWhatâre ya thinkinâ âbout, honey?â His soft voice broke her out of her daze. Kimâs eyes met Elvisâ for a moment, unsure. âI justââ she stammered. Her voice caught in her throat and she felt herself become breathless as her eyes began to water. âWe canât do this, Elvis.â She stated as she stared up at him.
The older man pursed his lips and his brows furrowed. His calloused hands cupped the sides of her face as he brought his closer to hers. âLet me take ya away from here, then.â He whispered, determination swirling in his eyes. âYa know I canâtâIâmy fatherâmy brother, Elvis!â She stumbled over her words.
âTheyâre grown, darlinâ, they can take care of themselves.â He replied. He wished to know what was going on behind her pretty eyes. The thoughts she was having so he could bid all the negative ones goodbye. Elvis longed to take his gem away from this rusted town before anyone else could. As his lips brushed against hers, she felt herself melt into him.
His lips were plump and soft, wet and warm as it become more heated. The kiss was intense as their teeth clashed against each other, tongues dancing and tangled. He lightly bit her bottom lip and Kim let out the faintest moan as her pussy began to familiarly dampen.
Elvis could feel her leaking through on his thigh. A small wet patch on his pant leg evident. âFuckk, look at you, such a slut fâme, hm?â He mocked. Kim whimpered at his words. Usually, sheâd take great offense to such degradation, but as she squirmed on his thigh and applied pressure to her sensitive clitâshe wanted nothing more than to be his slut.
Embarrassment burned her cheeks as she found herself humping along his thigh for some kind of relief to the aching of her core. Elvis groaned at the little nymph in his arms and watched as she desperately tried to get herself off. He lifted his thigh a little to add more pressure to her clothed pussy.
âSânot enough!â She yelled out, hot and frustrated. Panting heavily as her body burned all over; begging to be touched by the older man she sat on. âOh, baby, I know. Let daddy take care of you.â He cooed as he watched her eyes water again. Such a crybaby. His crybaby.
Kim bit her lip. Daddy. Such a vile thing to call him, yet it only made her all the more longing for him and she couldnât place exactly why.
Just as Elvis took it upon himself to slide his hand into her panties, they jumped as they heard the familiar sound of the front doorknob rattling. Kim straightened herself as she sat furthest away from Elvis on the small couch. Her hair was a mess and her face was flushed. Her breathing was wavering and uneven as she rubbed her wet thighs together, letting out a small moan.
Elvis looked at her sternly, and Kim immediately toned down. In walked her father, followed by her dearest older brother who seemed rather sweaty and pissed.
Her father nodded at Elvis the way all men do, and Elvis casually returned it as if he didnât have Kim on him humping against his thigh like a bitch in heat. âElvis, hope Kims not botherinâ yaâ Her father smiled. âSheâs no bother at all.â He replied with a knowing smirk.
Kim gulped. âI was just telling him about how you partnered with the local fishermen, father.â She smiled. Elvis almost let a âgood girlâ out at how good of a liar she was being. Any other timeâElvis would have her bent over his knee with her round ass bare and red from his hand prints for such a thing.
âAh, yeah, I built my own farm and I sell meat from the the cattle and eggs from the chicken. Itâs a business I profit quite a lot off of and the fishermen started supplying me with fish to sell them too.â He stated proudly. Truthfully, Elvis did not care for his farm or the fishermenâhe was more pissed that heâd interrupted his time with his little angel.
Alas, Kimâs father made quick work of talking his ear off. Kimâs brother was no idiot, though. He knew his little sister inside and out. Her wavering breaths and flushed face didnât go unnoticed to him as the two older men began a conversation.
Already pissed, he took it upon himself to grab his sisters arm and drag her off towards the secluded kitchen. âKimberly.â Her brother started. âI donât know what youâre doinâ with that man, but Iâll tell you this one time and one time onlyâstop.â He said firmly as he searched his sisters face.
The guilt that had been gnawing away at Kims conscience was all too much under her older brothers judgemental gaze. Her eyebrows furrowed and her lips began to tremble as they always do at the slight tone change of someone close to her. She was ashamed, as she knew she should beâbut she couldnât control nor help the way that she felt about Elvis.
âMâ sorry, but I really like him.â She muttered as tears ran down her face. Marcus sighed deeply as he ran a hand through his hair. âKim, yknow dad will never be okay with it.â He stressed.
The younger girl sniffled. âMarcus, I wanna leave with him.â She said firmly. Her brothers mouth hung agape. âAre you out of your mind, Kimberly?! You just met this man!â He whisper -yelled.
âI know, but heâs different, Marcus! Heâs not like your friends or the boys I go to school with. He sees me. LikeâI mean he really sees me.â She said. Marcus knew his little sister was struggling. She was a single pale rose in a field of weeds, and he knew as much as she did that if she stayed any longer, sheâd wither away. Wasted talent. Wasted youth. Wasted innocence.
She wasnât made to work on a farm her whole life, or looked at like a complete child by half of the town. Kimberly was meant to shine like the sweet gem she was, and Elvis was going to make sure of that. His gem. His woman.
âPlease, Marcus. He makes me happy. The happiest Iâve been since..mom.â She whispered. she searched her brothers eyes hopefully, and felt relief wash over her at his sharp intake of breath and firm nod. âAlright, Kim, but Iâm taking no part in it.â He replied.
A smile danced across her face as she hugged her older brother tightly. âThank you, thank you!â She replied happily. And at the end of the day, that was all Marcus wanted for her. Happiness. And if Elvis Presley could give it to her, then so be it. He just better not fuck up.
âMe and dad are gonna have to leave again, tomorrow morning at 9:30. If you wanna leave, thatâs the best time to do it.â He whispered in her ear. Kimberly nodded in understanding before she made her way back to Elvis and her father, her brother following close behind.
âKimberly, why donât you go show Elvis around the barn?â Her father suddenly asked. Kim knew Elvis had no interest in the barn, but the glint in Elvisâ eye told her that he had other plans. âOf course, father. Câmon, Elvis.â She smiled up at him.
She led him through the small house, out to the back pasture. The sky was beautiful, as night was approaching. The moon just barely visible in a waning crescent. The crickets and the sound of rowdy animals were the only sound that could be heard, along with the older manâs heavy foot steps behind her.
The barn was nothing spectacular. A basic, old, red and white barn with two large doors. Typical, the kind youâd see in movies. The animals were all out in the pasture, leaving the barn secluded and empty. Marcus cleans the barn out every morning after he lets the animals lose, so it was pretty tidy in there as she opened the doors and led him inside.
It was bright inside as the light was on and hanging above the two, and it slightly smelled of grains and wheat.
Kimberly jumped at the sound of the door slamming shut behind her. She didnât have time to turn around before she felt Elvisâ large body pressed against her from behind. His hands traveled around her body, groping at anything he could greedily. He held her neck in one hand in a fairly tight grip as he tilted her head slightly. He began kissing along her jaw as his free hand groped her breast.
âElvisââ she gasped as he began sucking and licking against her jaw. Her panties were already soaked from earlier, before they were interrupted, but now they were ruined. âBeen waitinâ to finish what I started, baby.â He said against her ear.
Kimberly was pushed against a hay bale and bent over by the older man. Her pussy clenched around nothing at his manhandling as she released a whimper. âMâ gonâ Taste this perfect cunt, yeah, baby?â He said as she heard him drop to his knees.
Elvis hiked her dresses up and bunched it around her waist, groaning at her ruined panties. âThis all fâme, hm?â He asked as he groped her ass. At no response, he slapped her ass hard enough to sting. âWhen Iâm talkinâ to yaâ I expect a response, yaâ hear.â He stated firmly as he pressed a kiss to where he slapped.
She gasped at the impact and whimpered. âYes, daddy. Mâ sorry.â She replied as she began to squirm around, desperately seeking more of his touch. âWhoâre yaâ this wet for?â He asked. âYou, Elvis, only you.â She whimpered out with a huff.
âGood girl.â He muttered as he ran his finger along her panty covered pussy. She groaned lightly in response. âPlease, Elvis!â She begged. âWhadya need, honey?â He asked tauntingly. âTell me nâ daddy will make it better.â He added as his nose brushed against her clit, inhaling her scent deeply.
âNeed your mouth, daddy, please!â She replied. Elvis groaned at her obedience, and he felt his slacks tighten around his crotch area. He used his index finger to push her soaked panties to the side, and he gripped his cock through his slacks at the sight in front of him.
Her pussy was dripping in her juices, and her scent was strong as her little hole clenched around nothing desperately. Her clit was puffy and red, swollen with need. âAwh, been neglectingâ this pretty little pussy for too long, huh, satinâ?â He asked mockingly as one of his long, slender fingers prodded at her entrance.
âMhmmm.â The small girl replied as her lips trembled. How badly she wanted him to ravish her, and make her cum like she never has before. Ever since the first time heâd made her cum, itâs all the little nymph had been thinking about. She couldnât get enough of him.
Elvis raised his hand before bringing it down again to slap her clit. Kimberly jolted forward. âElvis!â She whimpered out. The older man merely chuckled. He blew on her sensitive pussy before began to lick along her pussy.
His tongue began doing things Kim had no idea it was capable of doing, and she felt her toes curl. He lapped at her sensitive cunt like a starved man, sucking her swollen bud in his mouth harshly and releasing it with a light âpopâ sound before his tongue found its way inside her pussy. He began to fuck her with his tongue with such passion, making Kimberly a whimpering, moaning mess before him.
âOh, Elvis! Please! S-So good, oh my god!â She moaned out, nearly breathless as her mouth hung agape. He groaned into her pussy, and the vibrations began to be too much for her as her hips began to move forward, trying to get away from his torment on her weeping cunt.
He let out almost an animalistic growl as his arms firmly gripped her thighs back. âDonât be fuckinâ brat, mâ not finished yet Kimberly.â He said firmly before he began to eat her pussy once more. His tongue began to work faster at her clit and he brought his finger up to her tight hole, harshly pushing it in.
He began fingering Kim with force as he suckled her clit into his mouth once more, and that was all it took for Kimberly to squirt all over the older manâs face with a loud moan.
âDaddy! Ohââ she moaned out as her hand turned to grip Elvisâ hair. He didnât let up on her poor pussy, and began to lap up all her juices. He drank her in as if he couldnât get enough, and the truth was, he couldnât. He felt like heâd die if he didnât get every last bit of her. He was sloppy with the way he licked up that last of her juices, and he didnât care. He was drunk on the taste of her sweet moans and pussy.
âPlease, i canât, sâ too much, daddy!â She whimpered as tears began to line her eyes. His little crybaby. âSorry, baby, yâtaste so fuckinâ good.â He moaned against her, but hearing her trembling voice made him stop his abuse on her sensitive pussy. He gave her clit one last kiss, and Kimberly felt herself melt.
âAre you gonna um..put your thing in me now, Elvis?â She asked hopefully. He shook his head. âM not takinâ your virginity in a barn, sweetheart. You deserve better than that honey.â He replied with a light chuckle. He shimmied her panties off of her and stuffed them in his back pocket to add to his collection.
âWanna take care of ya too, daddy, can I? Please?â She asked as she peered behind him, batting her pretty little lashes. âCanât say no to my princess when she asks so nice, can I?â He smiled as Kimberly lifted herself up.
âI got a lil somethinâ different in mind, honey.â He said as he helped her stand to her feet. Her legs were still shakey from her previous mind shattering orgasm that the man in front of her gave her. She could still see her juices on his chin and lips, and she blushed at the sight.
Elvis sat on the hay bale Kimberly was just bent over, and motioned for her to get onto her knees. Kimberly, being the obedient girl she was, did as told. âI want yaâ to give me a boob job, Kimberly.â Elvis stated as he began to unzip his slacks, slightly sitting up to let them drop to his ankles along with his boxers.
âA boob job? I-I dunno how to do that, Elvis.â She replied. Kimberly was the least experienced person Elvis had ever been with, and she knows that. But something Elvis would never say out loud is that the fact sheâs so innocent, so pure and sweet beyond belief turns him on more than any other woman ever has.
Being able to mold her just right to fit him, teaching her to know just exactly how to please him while also pleasuring herself made his cock unbearably hard. Turning her into his personal obedient slut till all she knows how to do is be good for him and him only. God, how badly he wanted to make her his perfect little house wife. Knock her up with a few kids, make her all round and pretty.
âIâm gonâ teach yaâ, baby. Donât worry.â He said with a reassuring smile. Elvis pulled down the front of Kimberlyâs off-shoulder dress, and her breasts spilled free. Her nipples hardened against the cold air, and stood perky. She had a small mole just above her left breast, and Elvis made sure to add that to the number of moles he counted on her beautiful body.
Her breasts were slightly uneven, one bigger than the other. Kimberly always told herself it was because the slightly bigger one was because it was where her heart rested. Her heart full of so much love to give to everyone, yet Elvis wanted it all to himself.
Every mole, every scar, every stretch markâeverything. He wanted everything Kimberly had to offer him.
Kimberly became insecure under his watchful gaze, and moved to cover her breasts. âI know theyâre notââ she began, but Elvis wasnât having it. âDonât ever hide from me, honey. Theyâre fuckinâ perfect.â He replied as he slightly leaned down to place a kiss on both nipples, to which Kim bit her lip.
He pinched both of her nipples with his index and pointer finger before slightly pulling them. Kim gasped at the way he began to tug on them, slightly whimpering. âElvisâ she said, her breathing uneven as he began twisting them. He leaned back down and began suckling one of her nipples in his mouth.
She could feel his tongue swirling around her bud, and nearly jumped as she felt him bite down enough to sting. Her fingers threaded through his dark hair as she moaned at the stimulation.
All Elvis could think about was her breasts being full of milk. The way it would taste. How greedy he would be. He felt like such a school boy all over again, a pervert, even. Stealing her panties, watching her touch herself, jacking off to the thought of herâhe knew it was wrong but he couldnât seem to help himself.
He released her nipple with a loud âpopâ. Kimâs eyes couldnât ignore his prominent, hard, aching cock standing tall in front of her. It had a slight curve and his mushroom tip was an angry kind of red. âSpit on it like i taught ya, baby.â He urged. Kim nodded and spit onto his cock before taking it into her small hand.
Her hand didnât even completely fit around it, and his girth seemed inhumane. His cock felt warm to the touch as she began to stroke him up and down at a steady pace, making sure her saliva was spread evenly around his cock.
âCan I kiss it, daddy? Like you kissed my pussy?â She asked. Elvis let out a chuckle, nodding. ââCourse, baby.â He replied. That was all Kimberly needed to hear as she kissed his swollen tip all over. Her sloppy kisses trailed down to the base of his cock, and Elvis gently held her head as he bit his lip.
âAlright, Kimberly. Press those pretty tits together fâme.â He said. She looked up at him, slightly confused, but did as was told. She bunched her breasts together and watched as Elvis slid his weeping cock between them. âYou gotta hold âem tight, or it wonât work.â He corrected.
Kimberly nodded and put more pressure against her breasts, making Elvis groan. âGood girl, now, move em up nâ down. Like you would if you were suckinâ my cock.â He instructed.
Kimberly moved them up and down just like he told her to, and she watched his face contort into that of pleasure. His mouth hung agape and his breathing became heavy. His pupils were blown out and his cheeks became red as she quickened her pace.
âThaaaatâs it, good fuckinâ girl. Listen to me so well, Kimberly.â He groaned out. She loved hearing his praises, just as she loved making him proud. She chased for his approval as she stuck her tongue out and slightly bent her head down, so that every time she moved her breasts down, his top would slightly slide into her mouth.
âHoly shit, such a slut, god âm gonna fuckinâ ruin that pretty face, yeah? Yaâ want that?â He husked out. Kimberly eagerly nodded her head in response. âPlease, daddy, want your cum. Want it so badâ she whimpered out.
âI know, satin, i know. Just like that, fuckkkk.â He groaned out, throwing his head back as she squeezed her breasts together even tighter. His cock began to twitch, and Kimberly could tell he was close by the way he was gripping the hay bale beneath him and his breathing became quicker.
âShit, shit, shit, âm gonâ cum, Kimberly. Gonâ cum all over that pretty face n youâre gonna fuckinâ take it, whore.â He growled out as he gripped the base of her ponytail. âYes, Elvis. Give it tâme, please. Want your cum.â She replied, her breath uneven.
Elvis couldnât control himself as his cock began spurting cum, all over Kimberlyâs face. Coating her lips, cheeks and forehead, dripping down her chin. He moaned loudly as she rode him out, spurting the last bits of cum he had to offer her.
âGood girl, such a good girl.â He groaned out. He felt he could cum again at the sight below him. His girl. On her knees for him. Covered in his cum. Her pussy still dripping for him. He wished he could take a picture of the way she looked right now, cause heâd keep her picture in his wallet everywhere he went. She looked so pretty covered and scented in him.
âI did good, Elvis?â She asked eagerly with a smile as she peered up at him through lashes. He nodded with a smile. âYeah, honey, did so well.â He replied.
He used his finger to scoop up all of the cum on hee face before bringing it to her mouth. âDonât want it to go to waste, satinâ he said with a smirk. Her mouth opened and greedily lapped up the cum on his finger before sucking it in to make sure she got every drop off of it.
She released his finger with a familiar popping sound and Elvis stood, picking his boxers and pants back up before he helped Kimberly to her feet. âMy knees hurt, Elvis.â She said with furrowed brows.
âI know, baby, weâll fix âem up nice ân good, yeah?â He said reassuringly as he lifted her chin to give her a kiss. âOkay.â She mumbled against his soft lips. The kiss wasnât lustful. It wasnât fast. It was soft, and gentle. A peck. His lips resting on hers with a smile.
He felt her small warm hands come up and rest against his cheeks, holding his face in her hands as she leaned back to look him in the eyes. "if you want to leave, our time to do it is tomorrow. my brother and father will be gone." she whispered, as if someone would hear them.
Elvis smiled widely. âYouâll leave with me?â He asked, making sure he heard her correctly. She giggled as she pressed a kiss to his nose. âYes, Elvis. Iâll leave with you.â She confirmed with a laugh. Elvis held her tightly as he spun her around, slightly lifting her feet of the ground as he placed kisses all over her face.
âThank you, baby. Promise âm not gonâ make you regret it. Weâll catch a flight outta here ân Iâll take you back to Graceland. Youâll love it there.â He said happily.
And Kimberly basked in the feelings sheâd never felt for anyone romantically before. Love. Pure love.
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Can I place an order for Marvel? If yes: HERE YOU GO. Where the reader is Steve and Natasha's daughter, Tony and Bucky's goddaughter (you can already imagine that) and mainly, she was raised by all the avengers and hidden from the spotlight. Just something pretty fluffy for what her relationship with them would be like đ„șâ
Ohana means family
Paring: Romanogers!Daughter!reader X Avengers(Platonic)
A/n: thank you for the request. This is my first request for the MCU Fandom, hope you enjoy.
Being the daughter of Captain America and Black Widow is blessing a curse... I'll tell you why.
But first if your the daughter of them I could imagine you having Steve's kind heart and Natasha's temper. Your Godfather Tony always got a kick out of a tiny you getting all angry. And his laughter would only get heavier if you came and started punching his leg for laughing.
Tony would definitely be a second father. He's wanted to be different from his father so he will always show you the love and affection his father didn't show him.
You don't like hearing about Peggy. I think it's because she was almost your dad's love. Natasha never had a problem with hearing Steve talk about her but the woman always left you frustrated just by the sound of her name... You'd never tell your dad this though.
Anyway, being around all theses heros obviously inspired your choice of future work, this scares not only your parents but the whole team.
Sure your mother would teach you how to shoot or Tony will teach you how to build a robot but they all fear the day you'll actually have to use those skills.
Your other Godfather Bucky seems to be the only one with peace about this suprisenly. If you told him you want to be a superhero he'll grien and listen to your reasoning.
There's been times where he'll put toy boxing gloves on your hands and teach you how to punch. Natasha put a stop to it quickly though. One day he was setting on his knees so he was your hight and you kept punching his flesh hand. He wouldn't let you hit his metal hand in fear you'll hurt your self.
Sam would always tease that you have Bucky wrapped around your little finger.
Bucky and Tony always compete to see who can be the coolest Godfather. If one gets you a cool Lego set or dollhouse the other one will get the bigger version. You love Elvis Presley at the time Tony will take you right to Graceland. You want to go you a waterpark Bucky will have you there in a flash before Tony can have the chance.
A down side is you learned how to be independent with your Hero Family. It's not a bad thing and they don't do it intentionally but there's many times you spent at the compound with Pepper and Happy.
But your mom and dad always make it up to you. I wouldn't say your spoiled, but if you ask one of your godfathers nicely(with puppy eyes) you usually get it.
But another down side of being a part of this family is them being extremely over protective. There's been many times you couldn't do something or had to stay indoors for long periods of time because someone was plotting your father's death.
If you do go somewhere one of them is with you. If you want to go to a zoo trip for school one of them is with you. You want to check the mailbox Sam is flying around watching you. And don't even think about going to friends house for a slumber party. Steve and Nat aren't trying to be strick or anything they just always have this sicking feeling something will happen.
On a more positive note... You always have the best time with them. To be honest you never worried about having friends because you had them. You of course have friends your age but you consider the Avengers your Best Friends. Speaking of which Cassie Lang is probably your Best Friend.
Which means the first sleepover you ever had was with Cassie. Since you technically would be with an Avenger it was okay. Tony thought it was dumb to leave you alone with "Thumbelina" but Steve trusts Scott and Nat trusts Hope.
Speaking of which play time is always token to the extreme. You want a nerf gun war, the whole team is involved. You want to build a Lego thing, tony will buy the biggest one. Blanket fort? You don't have to ask Clint and Scott twise.
I think you'll always try and lift Thor's hammer. You've tried but couldn't so one time Thor lifted it with you so you could have the experience.
You love it when Bruce reads to you. If you come up to him with a book he'll drop everything and read to you. It's the only thing that will make him leave the lab immediately. It's calming to him and he always uses different funny voices to make you laugh.
I won't tell anyone but once you got older you had a small crush on Peitro, which didn't set well with most of the men in the compound when Cassie acdently let the cat out of the bag. You've never saw the ironman suit appear so quickly..
I think once you got older the over protectiveness got old. You found it annoying a frustrating at times but in the end you're greatful that you have a group of people that care about you so much.
Be patient with them. They love you and trust you, they just don't trust other people.
Since you can't be on the flighting field you went to medical school and with everyones help(especially from Bruce and Tony) you were able to graduate with a trauma certification and now you work with Dr. Cho in the med bay.
You always hate seeing them beat up from missions but you also love helping Them and other people.
I don't think you and Peter would get along. I don't know why, I just do. I think at one point they tried to get you to go on a date with him but it never happened.
For a little bit I think you had a jealously thing going on and didn't like how close Peter was getting to Tony. Your Godfather noticed this and told you that you'll always be his number one.
Speaking of Starks, your literally the best big sister to Morgan. You two are basically two peas in a pod. And don't even think about messing with her because you will through hands to anyone who's rude to her.
Your basically to her what Tony was to you.
When you get older you do become an Avenger and the elders got over it. You proved you can survive and they couldn't be more proud of you.
This is your family and you couldn't be more thank full. There may have been bumbs mountains along the the way but they'll always be family. And that's forever.
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Your thoughts on the Letterboxd reviews for prisiclla? Iâve gotten mixed messages from them, about the movie overall and Elvisâs portrayal
for now (even though I was refreshing letterboxd every 1.2 seconds yesterdayđ€§) Iâm trying to stay away from reading letterboxd reviews- solely because of the amount of review inflating by the anti-elvis crowd and because of the review bombing by what Iâm assuming is elvis fans: itâs just incredibly hard to find an unbiased review atp
but yes definitely a lot of mixed messages: Iâve seen people complain that the film was too sensitive to Elvis, and people complain that it wasnât sensitive enough to him, like maâam which one is it đ
@septembersghost changed my brain chemistry yesterday with all of their amazing responses to asks about this film, and this one in particular helped me realize why we are seeing such a wide variety of reviews, and even reviews that are contradictory to one another âŹïž
tbh I was very naive with my expectations of how I thought Elvis would be received by audiences because for some reason I thought people would be able to go into this film without their own biases and without any preconceived opinions of Elvis- but of course I was wrong about that đ
I think most people are seeing this film with the hopes that it will validate their beliefs that Elvis was an âabuserâ and a that Priscilla was a âvictimïżœïżœïżœ, and like septembersghost said, if they want him to be a monster, they will see him as one regardless of the filmâs intent
and so many reviewers are doing exactly that
like mistaking Elvisâ genuine innocence, and his âlittle boyâ-like qualities as something perverse and harmful. like I saw a reviewer say that his baby talk with Priscilla was creepy⊠bffr
Elvis never had any ill intent with his baby talk, it was simply something he grew up with, but of course people are twisting the narrative to make it seem like Elvis was baby-talking with Priscilla in a perverse way. Not to mention the fact that Elvis would baby talk with literally everybody from his cousin Billy to his dad, to his daughter, to the Graceland staff etc. etc., it wasnât something reserved for Priscilla because she was younger than him
âhim yuvs you and her yuvs himâ in what universe is that anything but cute đ©
excerpt from âElvis and Meâ by Priscilla Presley
Iâve also seen reviewers say that Elvis was âphysically neglectfulâ towards Priscilla in the years leading up to their marriage because he wanted to save penetrative intercourse for marriage⊠it just seems like no matter what Elvisâ intent was, or what the filmâs intent was, people will twist it in a way to make Elvis look worse
Iâm personally not surprised that a man from the silent generation aka a man who was born in 1935 in a Christian household believed that sex was for marriage đ
of course he didnât abstain from it completely but it doesnât shock me that Elvis intended to marry a virgin woman, especially knowing that he abstained from penetrative intercourse with many other women that he considered for marriage like June Juanico and Anita Wood
That was not only typical of his background (being from the south, and being raised in church) but it was also typical of that time period- I also saw a reviewer say that Elvis had âdatedâ ideas of marriage and Iâm sorry to be crass but no shit??? the man was from a generation that practiced those standards of marriage, so he wasnât alone in those beliefs nor did he start them
ahh Iâm sorry it just bugs me when people completely avoid using context when speaking about Elvis đ like why are we using a 2023 mindset to judge a man from 1935?? anyways thatâs why Iâm now trying not to take every single negative review for itsâ word because itâs very possible that these people are simply misinterpreting Elvis and his intentions
of course that is easier said than done, and as Elvis fans I think we all feel protective over him and anything negative about him, especially negativity that isnât even true, is just so hard to have to see and to read. I truly wish that everyone loved him as much as we do, the world be a kinder place to say the least đ
in order to keep my mind from imploding Iâve been reading reviews from more independent critics as opposed to larger companies like rollingstone (their review made me want to find a hole and stay there)
I found this guyâs review of the film just by searching âPriscilla reviewâ on Twitter, and this is probably one of the most unbiased takes that I have seen so far âŹïž
review courtesy of Rory Doherty on flicks.co.uk
âbut the conditions that his love came with appear to an outsider completely unfairâ I donât think this is a harsh assessment at all, Elvis expected a lot out of the women he was with and I truly sympathize with all of them in that regard
like Elvis telling Mindi Miller that she looked scary without makeup made me die laughing when I first read it because imagine having the nerve to say that but if I was her I would have cried đ!!
and if his review if completely accurate, it soothes my worries to know that Coppola âis not interested in moral judgementâ as it seems like people who hate Elvis are only interested in the film if it does that
if you made it this far Iâm sorry I donât know how to stop this word vomit lmao but Iâd love to know what you guys think or if you have read a review that gives you more hope for this film <3!!
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Guardian angel; Matt Murdock x teen daughter reader
*Authorâs note*
Okay this little idea randomly popped into my head over the weekend so I decided to post it up here and see what you all think. Iâve said it before and Iâll say it again, we NEED MORE DAREDAD FICS!!! Seriously this man DESERVES happiness *ted talk over*
Now the way I picture this fic is like PRE S.1 like just before the events of the first episode of the series. The early days of Matt being daredevil or in this case the Man in the Mask aka the Devil of Hellâs kitchen.Â
Warnings: fluff, some angst, teen pregnancy (protection was used but remember kids wrap it before you tap it), some chaotic religious aspects shown but not acted upon,Â
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@psychosupernaturalâ
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@queen-paladinâ
@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdanielsâ
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I knew I couldnât hide this forever.  It was only a matter of time before he got too suspicious or worse found out about me and AustinâsâŠ..I took a heavy breath as I bounced my leg anxiously and rubbed my hands over my face.
I heard my phone rang and across the screen was my favorite picture of Austin playing his acoustic guitar and my name for him flashed across the screen, âThe Kingâ with three heart emojis and a king emoji. Â He was asking for a Facetime which I accepted.
âHi baby.â
âThereâs my best girl.â I blushed as I ducked down.
âYou know what that nickname does to me.â
âAnd Iâll still say it an infinite amount of times just to see you get flustered every time.â
Austin Callahan, probably one of the cutest boys at St. Mariaâs Catholic School. Â Captain of the swim team and the basketball team, honor student, and the nicest guy in the world who loves listening to Elvis music as well as all the oldies rock and roll? Could there be any other dream guy?
Not only that but we had been friends since we started our High school year until just last year at homecoming, he admitted to having feelings for me as he gave me a handmade rose he made from one of the napkins (I still have it to this day in my pencil cup on my desk at home). Â From there our romance began to shine.
Of course being in a relationship, there was no hiding it from my dad. Â Well when your dad is a lawyer like Matthew Murdock of âNelson & Murdockâ obviously you canât hide anything from him. Â Believe me Iâve tried in the past and he finds out every time.
Which is why Iâve taken up residence at my all-time bff Maddieâs place. Â Itâs not much (Hellâs kitchen never is) but itâs home, nevertheless. Â The reason why Iâm sleeping over at my friendâs house almost indefinitely is becauseâIâm pregnant. Â Yep, 17 years old and Iâm pregnant just short of a month and a half.
Past couple of weeks Iâve been getting really sick, like even just the smell of Hellâs kitchenâs smog is enough to make me puke my guts out. Â I also began to realize that I hadnât gotten my period yet. Â So one day after school with Maddie at my side, we went to the local doctorâs office, told them about my symptoms and my late period and after some blood work and a pregnancy test, I came back positive.
Austin was the first person to tell and he was shocked at first but he took me by the hands, looked me in the eye and swore to me that he wasnât gonna leave me like his daddy did him and his mama. Â I was at least thankful to God above that I had the support of my friends and Austin, but the biggest hurdle was yet to come. My dad.
My dad is not just a Man of the Law, heâs also a Man of God. Not like holy religious that he beat the script of every verse of the Bible into me, or told me everyone is a sinner and everyone is going to Hell should they not repent (thank God). Â But he did raise me to be a good Catholic girl ever since my mom died of cancer when I was only 2 years old.
He told me to always be aware of my surroundings, know the temptations, and donât let anyone take advantage of you. Â And just like that I gave into temptation and now I paid the price (before you say it YES we did use protection).
âHow you feeling sweetheart? You ducked out of Chemistry class pretty quick.â
âIâd rather not relive that. I tried so hard to keep it in but that crap that Hilary was wearing as perfume became too much. I mean really thereâs a reason why you donât put on perfume in a classroom especially in a chemistry class. Canât perfume catch fire or something?â
âSome can. But that scent she claimed she bought from Paris, sheâd be a human candle if she got one knick of a Bunsen burner.â I laughed and said.
âMaddie gave me the homework for that class, god I still donât get how you can understand all that stuff.â
âItâs not that hard really. I mean, we found good chemistry right?â I rolled my eyes and told him.
âThat has literally got to be the worst cheesy pickup line Iâve ever heard.â
âCanât blame me if Iâm crazy positive about you.â
âStop!â I whined as he laughed.
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry I swear Iâm done now.â He said through his adorable laughter. Â âSo you at Maddieâs again?â
âYep. Thankfully my dad seems to buy into the fact that weâre doing a project together for history class and I just keep falling asleep here.â
âWait but didnât you guys finish that project last week?â
âYeah but my dad donât need to know that.â
âBabe. How long are you gonna hide your pregnancy from him?â
âI was thinkingâŠ.maybe by the time our kidâs out of high school?â he raised his brow at me. âOkay, okay fine! IâllâŠ..Iâll tell him tomorrow after school. Willïżœïżœïżœwill you be there with me?â
âAnything to take the tension off. It took two to tango after all. Plus I met your dad before, I know heâll be okay with this.â
âI justâŠ.â I trailed off looking down at the ground sadly.
âWhat? What is it (Y/n)?â
âWhat if he doesnât?â
âBabeâŠ..â
âNo, no Austin justâjust listen for a second. Sure my dadâs cool, heâs a kickass upcoming lawyer. Heâs not embarrassing, heâs not overbearing when it comes to us being Catholic, but what if he doesnât want me anymore? Teenage pregnancies are frowned upon and as soon as I start really showing the signs, those hens are gonna cluck.â
âThen let them cluck. Itâs not any of their business. This is about us, about you. Our child. Yes weâre still kids and yeah weâre still in school just about to get into adulthood, this is our life. If you still want to have this baby, Iâm in. But if you change your mind down the line, Iâll support that too. Because weâre in this together baby girl.â
âHow did I ever get so lucky to get you as my boyfriend?â
âBelieve me, if anyoneâs lucky itâs me. How I ever managed to convince you to be my girlfriend is a miracle that only the good Lord knows.â I smiled and said to him.
âGoodnight king.â
âGânight pretty mama.â He couldnât help but say in his best Elvis impression. Â I smiled and kissed my hand before blowing him a kiss and he did the same for me before winking at me and we ended the facetime call.
âI swear the way you two talk to each other makes me want to puke out butterflies and rainbows.â Maddieâs voice said. Â I turned and she came in with some tomato soup, saltine crackers and pickles.
Another strange thing during my pregnancy is that every now and then Iâm getting these cravings for the weirdest shit. Â Like just the other day, I had sliced orange slices as a side dish for my mashed potatoes and everyone knows how much I loathe oranges (even the smell of them has made me gagged for years). Â And yet I needed them, or I guess the baby needed them.
âWell that is if your strange food combos donât make me first. You know how Iâve hated even looking at pickles.â
âI know Iâm sorry. But youâre the best for getting some for me.â I said as I took a sliced pickle and put it between two crackers and ate it like a sandwich. Â Maddie gagged and turned away as she turned on her tv and switched it to MTV to see our favorite show Ridiculousness was on.
âOhhh I love this one with Sage. The Jeremy category makes me die everytime!â I exclaimed.
âI know right! But you also canât beat when Ryan Sheckler came on the show and the animal stalkers category. That cat one still makes me think it was a weeping angel.â
âRight!? I swear all cats are the weeping angels familiars. I donât care what any whovian says prove me wrong.â I said after slurping up my soup.
âSo were you like for real about not telling your dad about the baby?â I dropped my spoon back into the bowl and set the tray aside.
âI thought you said youâd work on your snooping in on other peopleâs phone calls?â
âI did but when itâs a call this serious about my future godchild, I should have some say in it. And Austinâs right, you gotta tell your dad.â
âI know I should butâŠ..do you remember what happened when Katelyn first came out as bisexual. Her parents completely disowned her and now sheâs living with her cousin MJ in Queens. I got no other family to go to, what if my dad isnât cool withâŠ..I mean yeah Iâll have Austin and you butââ
âI get it. Really I do. Iâve seen how close you and your dad are, hell Iâd trade my dad for yours any day.â I playfully shoved her.
âYour dadâs sweet.â
âYeah sweet like a fly buzzing around me every second. Constantly in my business, wanting to look through my phone, I swear heâs the definition of a helicopter parent.â I looked down as I placed my hands over my lower abdomen where the baby was slowly growing. Â âHey,â Maddie wrapped an arm around me and I looked up at her, âYour dad loves you. Heâs not like those crazy parents weâve seen that come to preach about the Lordâs will or the End of the world. He wonât give up on you, I can just feel it.â
âI hope your right Maddie. I really hope so.â I looked at the clock and saw that it was just after 10:30pm. Â âIâm getting kinda sleepy, think Iâll turn in for the night.â
âYeah Iâm gonna head to bed myself. Night (n/n).â
âNight Mads.â We hugged each other and she went across the hall into her room while I snuggled into my bed in her sisterâs room (she had left for college in LA so itâs been used as a guestroom) and tried to get some sleep.
Time ticked by and while I was asleep and my eyes were shut, my brain was just buzzing with so many thoughts, fear and anxiety. Â I got up from the bed and opened up the window that was near the fire escape and decided I needed some fresh air.
The cold autumn night wind blew over my thin pajama bottoms. Â I almost wish I had grabbed a hoodie or her sisterâs old fleece blanket before scaling up onto the roof. Â I sat along the edge and just stared out into the city as I listened to the sounds of the sirens that passed by, the occasional stray dog barking or people shouting at each other.
âA bit cold to be up here by yourself.â A voice said behind me. I jumped out of my skin and was surprised to see the latest vigilante that had been rumored to be running around Hellâs kitchen.
Unlike the Avengers, this man is said to be brutal against his enemies. Â Unleashing his untamable wrath on the scum of Hellâs Kitchen but he never kills them (if you ask me from some of stories I hear, Iâm surprised they arenât dead).
The upper half of his face was covered with a black mask with no holes for his eyes. Â Seriously how is he able to see through that material? His whole attire was black with a skin-tight black shirt showing off every bit of muscle on his upperbody, thick black pants and black combat boots.
âComing from the guy wearing a skin-tight t-shirt.â
âYouâve got a quick wit.â
âSmart-mouth Murdock some of the kids call me at school. Thatâs why Iâm co-Captain of the debate team.â
âCo-captain? I would assume youâd be captain.â
âWell thereâs always someone clever than you, not to say he isnât a good captain but he can be an asshole at times.â He turned to me. If I could see under the mask, Iâd assume heâd be judging me for my foul language. Â âPardon my French.â
âIâve heard worse. Mind if I sit?â
âIâd assume youâd be out there knocking out bad guys. You know kicking ass and taking names.â He let out a scoffed chuckle.
âI prefer not to take names. Thatâs one difference between the Avengers and me. I would prefer my name to not be publicly known. Not for my sake but for the people around me.â
âI get that.â I replied softly. Â âI mean look at Captain America. He shouldnât even bother with a mask cause everyone knows his name. And donât get me started on Starkâs public announcement, âI am Iron-manâ. No wonder why those aliens came for us if the heroes are publicly announcing to the world âhey weâre the big and strong Avengers and you canât do anything about itâ. And next thing you know BAM! Aliens are flying in kamikaze style and nearly blowing us all to hell.â
âA bit cynical for one so young.â
âSorry. I get snippy and cynical when Iâm anxious or stressed.â
âAnd whyâs that?â
âIââ I trailed off. Â He slowly scooted closer to me and said to me in a soft assuring manner.
âIf you donât want to tell me, thatâs fine. But Iâve been told Iâm a pretty good listener. Plus with the mask you wonât get any judgmental looks from me.â I picked at my nails as well as stroking my lower abdomen with my pinkie and ring fingers.
âThe whole aspect of catholic guilt itâitâs eating me alive.â
âCatholic guilt?â
âYou donât want to hear this. This is just dumb teenage drama that all adults try to pin us with even when weâre going through some really hard and tough shit. Itâs not always just teenage drama we have our own problems that you folks donât seem to get andââ I went on a ramble until I felt him ground me by placed a hand on top of my shoulder.
âHold on now, take a deep breath.â I turned to him and even through his black mask, I could almost feel the gentleness of his eyes as he had his body fully turned to me, giving me his full attention. Â I slowly but sharply breathed in through my nose before exhaling shakily.
I did this a couple more times until they became deep, steady breaths.
âThere we go. I could hear your heart racing erratically and you were on the verge of a panic attack.â
âYouâcan you really hear a personâs heartbeat? Or are you just messing with me?â
âItâs a long story but I have enhanced senses that allows me to hear better than most.â
âWow. That is both dope and freaky at the same time.â
âI apologize if itâs invasive. I donât mean to do it on purpose.â
âCall me crazy but I believe you.â A slight smile came at the corner of his lips.
âSo shall we get back to that spill on catholic guilt?â I bowed my head.
âI was kinda hoping youâd forget about that.â
âI donât mean to push. But I just feel like you want to talk to someone about this. Someone who isnât a friend.â
âItâsâŠâŠmy dad.â
âYour dad? Wait heâhe doesnât hurt you, does he?â
âNo nothing like that. Heâs the best. I swear heâs like my best friend, well after Maddie but still heâs sweet, heâs caring, heâs compassionate. He raised me all by himself for so long that IâIâm afraid he wonât be with me anymore.â
âIâm sorry. I mean eventually we all have to die at some point in our lives. But Iâm sure that wonât be for a long, long time for your dad. Unless heâsââ
âIâm not talking about losing him to old age or cancer. Iâm talking about that heâll never speak to me again!â I snapped.
God this pregnancy already has got me so antsy that even the slightest thing in my already stressed out mind, can make me explode. He froze in his spot and it looked like his body was tense at my sudden outburst.
âJesus Christ,â I muttered burying my face into my hands.  âThe truth is IâI found out just a week ago, that IâmâŠ..Iâm a month and a half pregnant with my boyfriendâs baby.â
If I could see under his mask, Iâd bet his eyes are bulging out from underneath the satin material.
âYeah. Pregnant at 17. Go ahead and make assumptions, call me names.â
âYouâre sitting next to a guy who goes around wearing a skin-tight shirt and a mask that beats up bad guys late at night. As far as Iâm concerned, I am the last person who should be judging you.â He adjusted in his spot as he asked me, âDoes the father know?â I nodded.
âYeah. He was the first person to find out after my best friend. And heâs been nothing but supportive. Even though weâre just about to graduate high school, heâs willing to help out with anything.â
âItâs just youâre afraid to tell your own father about your pregnancy.â
âDonât get me wrong heâs a great guy. Like I said never once raised a hand to me, was fair in his punishments when I needed them. And heâs not like those so called âpreachers of Godâ that you see out in the streets proclaiming the Lordâs Will and the End of the world. Butâhe always told me to be careful especially around boys.â
âWere you careful?â
âYes! Austin had the condoms and everything! But it still happens you know.â
âNo I know. I remember my days in health class.â I shook my head shamefully.
âI justâŠ..itâs always just been me and my dad. My whole life heâs always been there for me. Whenever life got tough, no matter how busy he was, he always took the time to check up on me. Even if itâs just a quick hug or a peck on the nose before calling me his âguardian angelâ. What ifâwhat if he hates me? Or decides Iâm not his sweet guardian angel anymore but a shameful harlot of Lucifer?â
Tears stung behind my lashes and I harshly tried to wipe them away but that caused them to start falling down my face. Â I curled myself inward before choking out.
âI need him now more than ever but IâI feel like he wonât be there for me this time. That when I reach my hand out for him, heâll turn me aside and Iâll be drowning in the unknown world of parenthood. The guilt, the anxiety, forcing us to drift further and further apart from one another until IâŠ..â I sniffled and wiped more tears as well as my nose with my sleeve. âI feel so alone.â
I felt his hand gently stroke down my hair before it moved down to my back, his gloved hand rubbing soothing circles on my back.
âHe wonât abandon you. I promise.â
âYou canât promise that.â
âYes I can.â
âHow?â I choked out as I looked up to him. Â I saw as his jaw tensed up before he said.
âBecauseâŠbecause I have a daughter.â I looked at him surprised. Of course, superheroes and vigilantes can have their own lives they donât have to be full-time superheroes 24/7.
But who wouldâve thought that the Man in the Mask aka the Devil of Hellâs Kitchen was a parent.
âYouâre aâŠâŠâ
âSheâs just around your age. And she meansâthe world to me. I would want her to be able to come to me for anything, to not be afraid to speak to me. But if she ever did feel the same fear you are now, then Iâve failed as a father.â
âNo IâIâm sure you didnât. It would have nothing to do with your parenting skills, itâs justâŠ..Iâve had friends who had parents just as loving as my dad is. But when they admit to something that goes against their religious code, they disown them or try to repent their sins.â
âBut you said your father isnât like those types of people, right?â I nodded. Â âI wonât lie. He will be shocked at the news, but give him time to process things and he might just surprise you for what he has to say.â
âI know I should tell him. I canât hide at Maddieâs forever. But thereâs still a lingering voice in my head telling me that when I do tell him, itâll be the last time I ever see him. Iâd give anything to shut that voice up.â
âIf youâd like, I could have a word or two with that nagging voice in your head.â That brought probably the first real laugh out of me ever since finding out about my pregnancy.
âI hope those words arenât with your fists.â He softly laughed.
âNo, I mean a real talk. Iâd tell it, âAlright you negative worm. Stop filling this poor girlâs head with scenarios that arenât true. Go make like a tree and get out of here!ââ
âItâs leaf. Itâs make like a tree and leaf.â
âRight thatâs it.â I shook my head as I kept laughing.
âYou know, youâre not what Iâd thought youâd be like.â
âMean and scary?â I nodded. âOh to most Iâm terrifying butâI have a soft spot for those that are lost. Donât tell anybody though. Canât have the scum of Hellâs kitchen thinking Iâm too much of a softie.â
âYour secretâs safe with me.â
âAs is yours. Now you promise me youâll tell your father in the morning?â
âYes. First thing after school.â
âGood.â He said patting my knee. Â âItâs late, you should get some sleep. Youâre not just sleeping for yourself anymore now.â I rubbed my lower abdomen. Â As he walked away and stood along the edge of the roof I told him.
âThank you.â He turned to face me and gave me a soft nod before leaping off the roof and he disappeared into the night. Â I scaled back down the fire escape and re-entered Maddieâs sisterâs room and got back into bed.
As promised after school I stood by mine and dadâs apartment and took a deep breath in before exhaling.
âYou sure you donât need me to go in with you anymore baby? You know I donât mind.â Austin told me.
âNo sweetie, IâI need to talk to my dad about this alone.â
âOkay. If he shows leniency, give me a call later?â I nodded. He leaned forward and we kissed each other before he continued on his way home. Â I took another deep breath and entered the apartment and headed for the elevator.
Once the elevator dinged on our floor, I walked down the hallway until I reached the apartment room. Â Taking out my key I took another deep breath in and muttered.
âOkay, he wonât get mad. He wonât get mad. Justâtell him the truth. Heâll understand. Heâs cool, heâs my dad and he loves me.â I placed the key into the lock, turned it to the left and heard the click and opened it up.
âUh-huh, yeah. Alright yeah we can make it. Yes of course, thank you. Yes and have a good afternoon to you too, bye.â I heard my dadâs voice say as I walked through the front hallway until I got to the spacious (as spacious as a New York apartment in Hellâs kitchen can be). Â âWell look whose returned. Finish your project already?â
âDad IâI gotta tell you something.â I came right out with it.
âOkay, and what would that be?â
âCan we sit down on the couch?â he nodded before walking from the kitchen to the living room as we both sat on the couch. Â
âIs everything okay? Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?â he asked as he reached his hands out to cup my face. Â I took his hands and held them between us.
âIâm fine dad. Physically I am.â
âAnd what about emotionally?â he asked concerningly.
âDad, IâŠ..I lied to you. I wasnât at Maddieâs for a project.â
âYou-youâyou lied to me? Then where were yâyou werenât at Austinâs were you? (Y/n) weâve talked about this youâre not old enough to sleepover at a boyâsâŠâŠâ
âDad I wasnât at Austinâs either. I was at Maddieâs just not for a project.â
âOkay then Iâm lost. (Y/n) sweetheart youâre starting to scare me. Whatever it is you can tell me, you know that right?â he asked as he scooted himself as close as he could get to me and wrapped his arm around me.
âDad Iâthe reason why I was at Maddieâs was because IâŠâŠIâmââ come on just say it.  I swallowed a large lump in my throat and felt my leg beginning to bounce anxiously. âPromise you wonât get mad.â
âGo on.â
âYou didnât promise.â
âThatâll depend on what news Iâll be hearing. If itâs something illegal you know I wonât be happy.â
âNot really illegal. God I donât know why I canât just say it! Why canât I tell you that Iâm a month and a half pregnant!? Iââ my mouth stopped as I realized how I had said it. Â I looked at my dad anxiously and saw how he just sat there flabbergasted.
âY-you-youâreâŠ..â he leaned back against the couch and just sat there limp like a ragdoll.
âDaddy? Are youâokay?â
âJustâŠ.need to process this.â
âOkay.â I muttered as I fiddled with my uniform skirt. Â We sat there in silence for a few minutes before he finally spoke out.
âIs it Austinâs?â
âYeah. I swear dad we used protection but itââ he held out his hand telling me he didnât need to hear anything else. Â Oh shit this is it. Heâs gonna flip his lid, heâs pissed now. Way beyond pissed!
âAnd youâre sure youâre really pregnant? How did you even get an appointment and why wasnât I notified?â
âMaddie has an aunt. Her aunt Claire performed the test and she was sworn to secrecy to not notify you.â He rubbed his hands against his face as he let out a deep sigh, his leg bouncing rapidly. Â Whether in anger or anxiety I couldnât tell.
âBaby girl, why-why wouldnât you tell me when you first found out? Why did you go through all of this trouble to lie to me about it?â my heart ached with guilt as tears began forming in my eyes.
âIâm sorry daddy. IâI was scared. Scared that youâd disown me or kick me out with no remorse or hesitation. Everytime I wanted to tell you, my brain kept showing me all the possibilities of you never wanting me to be in your life ever again. That youâd hate me or never say you had a daughter.â
I couldnât look at him anymore so I closed myself into the edge of the couch and sniffled as I wiped my tears away. Â I felt dadâs hand gingerly stroke down my hair before coming down to lift my chin up.
I noticed how he had taken his red shades off and placed them on the table. Â Very rarely does he ever take them off, even around me but when he does, itâs always because he wants to connect with me (even though heâs blind). Â His unfocused gaze was staring in my general direction as he said to me.
âIâm not mad at you.â
âY-youâre not?â
âNo. Iâmâtaken by surprise donât get me wrong. But it takes more than you getting pregnant at 17 for me to ever, ever, ever, think about disowning you or telling you youâre no longer my child.â
âReally?â I whispered.
âYes.â He said giving me a nod. Â âSo donât ever go thinking like that again, okay?â my lip trembled as I nodded. âOkay?â
âYeah.â I choked out.
âOkay.â I immediately hugged him as tightly as I could as I buried my face into his shoulder. Â His arms immediately wrapped around me as he chuckled softly.
âOh daddy Iâm so sorry I hid this from you!â I wept.
âI know you are angel. Itâs okay now, itâs okay.â
âItâs justâŠ.I love you so much and I thought youâdââ
âHey none of that now. There will be no more talk about the paranoid âwhat ifâsâ in this apartment. There will never come a time when I tell you to get out of my life or that you arenât my daughter anymore.â He said as he had me look up at him and he wiped away my tears. Â âYouâre the most important person to me angel, and nothing will ever change that.â
I buried my face into my dadâs shoulder again and hugged him once again.
âI love you daddy.â
âAnd I love you my little guardian angel. I love you so, so much. And nothing will ever change that.â He said giving me a reassuring squeeze before kissing my forehead as many times as he possibly could.
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Sometimes I think "if I post about this thing about MacCready again will people be annoyed with me?" But then I remember this is Tumblr, where I could make a whole blog dedicated to nothing except how much I simp for this rat and there would still be a bunch of people who would love it, who won't laugh or get angry at me for it.
It's hard unlearning shit you grew up with.
My siblings and mom would rummage through my stuff to laugh at me, until it got to the point where my dirty fanart was found and my mom put a stop to it mostly because my dad refused to understand his daughter is a teen going through new hormones, and if he saw then I wouldn't be the artist I am now. There's a line between want your kid to be safe and being too over-protective.
Or I would be interested in Marshall Lee so much that my dad full on tried to ban things Marshall related.
Makes one feel ashamed and worried and like a freak.
Then I come on Tumblr this year and find not only is it normal, but it has been normal for quite a long time, predating my birth. Like, there's probably blogs on here ran by old women who had/have the biggest crush on Elvis ever since they were teens.
I got a hint of that on Wattpad, but that place is...eh. And it's digging its own grave. But being on here where there's whole blogs dedicated to simping over a character makes me feel happy. I can talk about MacCready or whoever else I find in the future all I like and will still find a community of people who are just as crazed over that character, not many who will be annoyed at me simping.
I don't have friends IRL or the chance to make any IRL friends, so this also helps boost my mental health as well.
I'm an adult though and this is still new to me. So I'm trying to work through this. Doesn't help that I'm still stuck with these parents (Unwillingly). But I am feeling happier.
#elfdemiposts#vent#just a vent#tumblr culture#rant#ranting#venting#sad little me#yes I know there's the weird bits and the trolls but those are everywhere#I've just never felt as comfortable to be a simp as I do here
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help emmy mae out
#emmy mae does polls#emmymaewritesđ#elvis movie#elvis#elvis presley#elvis the pelvis#elvis 2022#elvis presley x reader#austin butler fic#austin butler fluff#austin butler x you#austin!elvis x reader
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I think that if Lisa was still here, she wouldnât really be involved like she was with the elvis movie. I also think sheâd definitely be cold to Sofia and maybe Jacob. I donât think sheâd like anyone else portraying her father after Austinâs performance. she was so so protective over her dad (as she should) she definitely wouldnât be as warm as she was with baz, Austin etc to the Priscilla movie crew. I think she even said that she wasnât sure about the elvis movie when she heard of it being made, but when she watched it alone for the fist time she got so emotional and then when she met Austin she even said that he was the person who made her smile for the first time in 2 years and that she felt protective over him aswell. And because of Austin losing his mother at a young age and Lisa losing her son- I think they acted like a figure to eachother as family despite Austin portraying her dad. I think Lisa definitely loved Austin.
Oh, I agree with all of this. Because I know she was so close with Austin and Baz and I just feel the whole cast overall. But I feel like whether she would be involved or not in this movie she was still an executive producer and I think seeing the way Sofia is acting she would not go for that. As an executive producer she basically wouldâve been overseeing and supervising the production and they also oversee approve of the talent that would be involved in the project. So she wouldâve played a big part in the making of this movie.
So, Iâve just been wondering how sheâd react to Sofia basically being so two faced when it comes to this film all of a sudden.
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WIP Wednesday
Recently I started a new fic, Bloodlust, which is about Lionel "Elvis" Cormac (Willem's character from Daybreakers) saving and falling in love with a human woman while he's still a vampire.
But now, I've also began writing a request for a mutual about Bud Carter (Willem's character from Bad Country) protecting a local baker he has a crush on from a dangerous gang after she witnesses a drug deal gone wrong.
So I have decided to give you a sneak peek of Chapter 3 of Bloodlust and a little taste of what's to come with the Bud fic I'm calling: Love and Beignets.
And I will be posting the first chapter of the latter tomorrow, so stay tuned. đ
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Bloodlust
As for me, I had some trouble catching zzz's. It wasn't anything new though.
I've always been a barely functioning insomniac.
But there were plenty of nights when I had a decent sleep, long before my infection. I still fondly remember Tyler waking up some nights and cuddling me even closer to help me fall asleep.
I got so used to sleeping alone though, that the memory was only a very faded thought that crept in my mind to taunt me.
So I was only half asleep when I heard faint cries and a loud scream coming from the bedroom. I jolted up and scurried into the room, fearing what I would see when I walked in.
She was shaking, sitting in a fetal position with her arms wrapped tight around her bent legs. Her breaths were shallow and deep and her eyes looked out in a trance-like state.
I wondered if she even knew that I was in the room, until she stared at me with the same fear in her eyes as when she was in The Velvet Room.
"Get away from me!" she yelled and next thing I knew I had a pillow smack me square in the face.
She must have had a night terror and seeing me probably didn't help.
She obviously wasn't in her right mind.
"Brandi, Brandi, look it's me. Elvis. It's okay, I'm here. I won't hurt you."
"Elvis?"
"Yes, it's me. You remember?"
She looked down in confusion, before looking back at me with a small smile on her face. She didn't speak though, so I slowly walked over to her.
To my surprise, she moved over and pat the side of the bed she was on so I followed her request.
And once I was next to her, she moved over to my lap and rested her head on my shoulder. I held her closer and kissed her forehead, then noticed how red and puffy her eyes truly were.
She had to have been crying longer than I thought.
But about what? Was she still trying to process what happened earlier or was it deeper than that?
Either way, I wasn't gonna judge. Seemed like she had a hard life. I really had no idea...until she started talking.
"I'm sorry for throwing that pillow at you."
I snickered.
"It's okay. It was just a pillow. Didn't hurt me at all."
"I know, but I still feel bad. I shouldn't treat you like that."
"I promise it's fine. No need to apologize," I assured her, before asking, "Did you think I was someone else?"
She looked down after I asked and sighed before saying,
"Remember how I was telling you about my big break earlier?"
"Yeah, what about it?" I asked as I gently worked my fingers through her afro.
"Well, I wasn't completely honest about it...what I mean is I left out some details."
"Like what?"
"To answer that, I kinda have to start back at my childhood."
"Okay, I'm listening."
"You probably already assume that I had a rough life and you wouldn't be wrong. You see from the time I was born to when I was about six, I grew up in a broken home. My father was an abusive drunk and he would constantly beat my mother. And I witnessed it every time, but when I would try to stop him, he would hit me too and lock me in my room without food. But when I was six, my mom had enough and called the cops on him. He was arrested and locked away for a couple of years and my mom moved on and married my step-dad. Life became better for me and my mom and I loved my step-dad. He even adopted me and I took his last name. But good things never stay good for me."
Her lip quivered and her eyes began to water as she took a hard breath.
I could tell she was trying to keep herself together.
"You don't have to go on if..."
"No, no. It's fine. I just needed a moment," she claimed before she went back to explaining.
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Love and Beignets
"But until we bust them, we need to keep Miss Broussard safe."
"Of course, Stan. She can stay with me," he quickly offered. "I don't mind the company and I got plenty of room at my place."
The Sheriff rolled his eyes and smirked at him. He was more than aware of what Bud agreed to this.
"Well, what do you say, Miss Broussard? You'd be putting your life in Bud's hands."
She softly smiled before agreeing.
"Sure, I trust Bud. But what's gonna happen with my business? If I have to stay hidden, can my shop even open?"
"Yes, your assistant manager will be allowed to open and we will have police presence hidden around the store. We will get in contact with her to let her know."
"Oh, okay. Thank you so much. I really don't want my patrons to have to suffer."
Bud smiled, admiring her selflessness he loved so much. She really did like giving back to the community, hell she always donated to local charities, held coat drives for the homeless, collected school supplies for poor income families, and gathered canned foods for that same demographic. She was an angel in human form and he was so glad he was gonna get to spend even more time with her.
"Of course. You're one of the backbones of the community," the Sheriff said. "And as for you Bud, looks like we're gonna have to cut your vacation short."
"Fine by me. I'm more than happy to help put those lowlifes away. And I figured you would make that executive decision."
"Right, well I think we got all we need for now. You're free to go, Miss Broussard."
"Okay," she softly said. "Should I leave my car here?"
"Oh yes, glad you asked. Yes, you can keep it here. Don't want to tip off any gang members. We'll keep it safe from harm."
"Thank you, Sheriff."
The Sheriff nodded before he noticed Bud walking out with her but he stopped him in his tracks.
"Bud, can I have a word with you?"
"Sure. Can you wait for me outside, Miss Broussard?"
She nodded and left to two men alone.
"What's up, Stan?"
"Bud, I know you're in love with her, but you have to remember that you're keeping her safe because that's your job. I don't want you to make her uncomfortable while she's in your care. You have to keep it professional, got it?"
"I know, Stan. I'm not some hormonal teenager. I know how to control myself. And I also know that no one is gonna hurt her. I'll make sure of it. No harm will ever come to her," he declared. "Now, I need to make my home comfortable for my guest. See you bright and earlier tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow," his superior replied as Bud left and went back by Mona.
"Thank you for letting me stay with you. It really means a lot," the young lady said as they were walking to his car.
"Of course. I'm just glad you trust me enough to agree to stay with me."
She giggled.
"Why would I not trust you? You're a good man, Bud and a damn good detective. There's no one else in this world that I would trust more."
He blushed.
"Thank you kindly," he replied as he walked over to his car. Swiftly, he unlocked it and held the door open for Mona which she took before he went over to the driver's side.
"I've always loved your car," she chirped after he got in.
"Thanks. This is my old girl. I've had her since my first day of academy. But she still drives like the first day I got her."
She only giggled in response before asking,
"Can you take me to my house? I just need to grab some clothes before we go back to your place."
"Oh, I know. I was gonna take you there. You do still need clothes," he jokingly said before snickering.
"Right," she sighed as he pulled out of his parking spot and began to drive. "I just wasn't sure how this witness protection thing works."
"No worries," he quickly said, eyes still watching the road. "If you get confused about your current situation, don't hesitate to ask."
He grabbed her hand after and tightly squeezed it, just to insure that she knew she was in safe hands.
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Tagging: @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky and @writingkitten
#hope you're excited for more#i know my writing has been all over the place#but i promise these sporatic updates will be worth it#lionel elvis cormac#daybreakers#bud carter#bad country#wip#current wip#wip wednesday#my wips#work in progress#fanfiction#fanfic#willem dafoe
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Week ending: 14th June
Summer's back, and with it a fresh, summery sound! Actually, I don't know if that kind of seasonality is really a thing yet - we've had Christmas songs, but that kind of "song of the summer" hasn't really happened yet. That said, at least one of the songs this weeks looks properly silly, at least going off the title?
Hot Diggity (Dog Ziggity Boom) - Perry Como (peaked at Number 4)
I have never heard of this song, but its title sounds like something a Saturday morning cartoon character might say, followed by a canned laugh track. You can just imagine it in a sort of mid-century "gee willikers" dad voice, you know? Not that that's a bad thing, per se, but I do hope the song doesn't take itself too seriously with it.
Okay, we've started with a rather goofy xylophone, so it does feel deliberate. And we've also got a lot of definite daftness in the lyrics, with Perry singing the repeated refrain Hot diggit, dog ziggity, boom, what you do to me and waxing lyrical about how he Never knew that my heart could go "zing" that-a-way / Ting-a-ling that-a-way, make me sing that-a-way. So yes, this is indeed quite a deliberately silly song, tongue-twister lyrics and all.
There's actually not much more to the song. It's a waltz all about how smitten Perry is with his love, and the wide, wide range of improbable noises his heart is making, now that they are in his life. He hopes they can get a cute little cottage for two with them, and swears he'll be happy for the rest of his life if they do. Nothing revolutionary, but the sentiment's cute enough, the tune's catchy, and I've got a sneaky affection for the Hot dog! interjection at the end, which feels very 1950s, somehow.
I also had a nagging feeling that I knew the tune, the first time I heard it? Turns out it's almost a copy of the tune España, a 1883 composition by French classical composer Emmanuel Chabrier. It's a song I've played in various ensembles and groups at various points, so that's why it's ringing a bell, I guess? For me, it gives the whole thing a slightly circus or funfair vibe, a sense of good old-fashioned fun.
Apart from that, this just feels like part of a long tradition of nonsense lyrics in pop songs. Doo-wop's doing it best at the moment, but even Perry's more traditional brand of pop can do it when it wants to, as evidence by this song, I guess.
Blue Suede Shoes - Elvis Presley (9)
This song only got to 9, I think, as I load it up? 9?! That can't be right, for such an iconic tune! But no, I check, and this song really did only reach Number 9 on the UK charts, even as Heartbreak Hotel did the numbers. Huh.
It's a shame, because this is Elvis as maybe his most Elvis? It's a rockabilly number, originally written by one Carl Perkins - more on him next entry! - but covered by Elvis only a year later. Apparently they didn't really expect it to become a hit, and were rather surprised when Elvis' version surpassed Carl's in fame. Such was its impact that even today, I think most people probably think of this as an Elvis song. I knew it was a cover, but even so, I don't really have a mental conception of what the original might sound like, such is the extent to which Elvis owns this song.
The best bit's probably the opening lines, as Elvis counts us in with the famous but kind of mysterious statement about how It's one for the money, two for the show / Three to get ready, now go, cat, go! We're immediately in the realm of showbusiness, with all its glitz, glamour and frantic hustle, all sung at a frantic pace that really encourages you to dance from the get go.
We then get the classic lines about how you can knock me down, step in my face / Slander my name all over the place / Do anything that you want to do / But uh-huh honey, lay off my shoes. Elvis is just really protective of those shoes, huh? I'm actually kinda tickled by it, the idea of somebody who just really is proud of their fancy shoes, okay? And then it gets worse, as Elvis sings about how You can burn my house, steal my car / Drink my liquor from and olf fruit-jar, as long as you spare his shoes. Is this... a funny song?
It also feels like it fits with the emergence of a "rockstar" figure, known as much for their image and looks as for their music. Say what you like about Frankie Laine and David Whitfield, or even Johnnie Ray, they aren't dependent on their image in the same way that Elvis was. So in some ways, it's fitting that Elvis is charting with a song about taking care of your slightly ridiculous but doubtless fashionable shoes.
As ever with these rock and roll numbers, the lyrics are also only half the attraction. You don't actually need to think too hard about Elvis' shoes to enjoy this song, you know? Rather, it's a song that just enjoys being a fast, slightly raucous riot of bashy drums and scruffy guitar solos. It's got a bit less polish than a lot of rock and roll numbers we've heard so far, more of a gutsy, back-of-a-barn rockabilly sensibility, and everyone involved sounds like they're having a lot of fun. Heck, there's even a slightly Lonnie Donegan skiffly turn in the twangy bass, the little performative vocal quirks, and the frantic stutter in lines like blu-blu-blue suede shoes, which Elvis hams right up, seemingly just for the pleasure of saying those words in a row - which is fair enough, I defy you to try it and not enjoy the assonance of it all.
Man, after denying the existence of a silly season, we just got two quite silly songs, didn't we? I don't know why I never thought of Blue Suede Shoes as a silly song before, it's obviously a bit ridiculous, and Elvis is really hamming it up with his performance. It's one of those songs that I already quite liked, but repeat listening has only improved it. Elvis is pretty good, who knew?
Favourite song of the bunch: Blue Suede Shoes
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I miss baby space eđ AND TRANS E, PLEASE ILL TAKE ANYTHING EVEN IF ITS HC'S
yes trans e !!! let's see what I can come up with (ftm)
After Dodger buys him his first suit, Jerry is so excited to come over and teach E how to style his hair in multiple different masculine styles
He donates all of his old dresses and girly clothing to the church! And when he starts wearing a suit to the church, people are a bit confused but are willing to learn and if Elvis is comfortable, they're happy because everyone at church loooooves elvis
He hands off all of his old make up to a friend from school and that same friend also gets all of Elvis' old pearl necklaces that he used to wear with his special occasion dresses
Vernon offers to put a lock on Elvis' bedroom door so that he can feel comfortable taking his shirt off to sleep at night "like all the boys do, dad"
Whenever Gladys is seeing Elvis off and he's about to go to the diner, to a festival, or out with friends, she always watches him for a minute and says "Oh you look so handsome, El baby" and El never forgets to give his mom a kiss before he leaves to go wherever he's going
He does get called names when he's walking down the street sometimes (cause it's the 50's and people are close minded of course) but Jerry isn't afraid to stand up for or fight for Elvis
And Scotty and Red makes sure Elvis knows how to fight just in case he ever needs to protect himself
He LOVES when he has a sore throat or a cold because his gravelly voice is a lot more deep (from sickness) than his normal non hormone altered voice.
I'm happy to get back to trans E and I hope you like these!!!
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I will say the Elvis movie was pretty good tho too long. Like it almost had me rooting for Elvis even tho I fucking hate him. Got really mad about how the time tried to couch and gloss over the nastiness of his relationship with Priscilla tho.
#âfeel in love with army guys teenage daughterâ they say oh you mean the 14 year old child and the when Iâm fifty and your 40 much later in#the movie like#growing up my friends mom was obsessed with Elvis they would have a party every year on his birthday and the whole neighborhood would come#over and watch his movies listen to his music eat blue candy canes and peanut butter and banana sandwiches#the house was covered in merch and stuff#blue party lights and junk#and so thatâs all I really knew about him and so later in high school I was like Iâll Google him try to figure out something about this guy#my friends mom loves so muc#and filled with rage and disgust reading about his relationship like#she was a child!! her parents should have protected her not just try to force marriage or less take him to court for the Mann act no take#him to court#around the time I found out like I knew my grandma hid her age bc there was an age difference between her in my grandpa but I didnât I didnt#realize how bad or the context til I did our family tree for my dad in high school and found out that he was like 29 and she was like a#teenager#everyone is always like it was a different time no it wasnât!! or she wouldnât have always hidden her age!!#idk idk#she really loved him but itâs still bad that happened idk#sorry got off topic
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