Hey I read your Connor Murphy x pregnant reader and was wondering if you could do a Dodge Mason x reader with an unplanned pregnancy? Given the show's Texas setting it would be interesting to see how the characters would navigate the situation.
I'm gonna be so real with you that Connor fic haunts me but I see how much attention it gets so I leave it up for those who enjoy it. I've got a lot on my plate rn but I wanted to acknowledge this to show that I am infact still alive and because I wanted you to know I wasn't ignoring you, thank you so much for the ask and I will do my best as soon as I possibly can <3
I've noticed a little more attention coming to my page, story updates and oneshots are soon to come but since we're here does anyone wanna get to know me? (I'm always open to taking questions from this, no matter how far out you see this)
Elvis has been your friend and love interest since you can remember. When he returns from Germany, telling his family about a young woman named Priscilla, you realize you are too late, unless of course Elvis has a revelation of his own.
This is in no way meant to say that Priscilla should not have been with Elvis or make her an antagonist (she's not depicted that way at all, just putting that out there) or anything of that nature. Priscilla is a lovely lovely woman and the things she has done and continues to do for Elvis and his legacy are truly beautiful to me. This is nothing more than a guilty pleasure, work of fiction, for his ever growing fan base.
this is a list of my sources for my Elvis fic, “77′”
-Â The Last Year of Elvis Presley's Life
- The Elvis Conspiracy Page
if anyone has good sites for information relating to the last few days and the series of events leading to Elvis's death or conspiracies surrounding his passing please lmkÂ
As you may know August 16th, 1977 was the date of the passing of the king of rock n’ roll himself, Elvis Aron Presley, at least that's what the public thinks...
What happens when the man the myth and the legend, Elvis Presley, decides to include you, as his lover, in his plans to fake his death, run away, and start over, away from responsibility, debt, and fame.
this is a work of fiction inspired by the many mysteries and conspiracies surrounding Elvis’s death in 77′, though some of these make a lot of sense in my opinion and some don't, as stated before these are still mysteries and are not necessarily correct or incorrect, that being said if anyone shares an opinion please be respectful of that and don't put them down. If you want a peaceful debate surrounding this topic or just someone to talk about it with or work your thoughts out with, my DMs are open.
if anything is factually incorrect please let me know, id like this to be as though it follows a conspiracy through and in a way proves it possible and would like it to be as accurate as possible, I'm doing my research, watching interviews with Pricilla, Lisa Marie, Vernon, members of the Memphis mafia, or anyone else who was close to Elvis at the time or had previously been close to him. source recommendations are always appreciated, you can leave them in the comments of this post or send them to my DMs Â
Ok s o, ive been writing and saving drafts, however the problem that arises now is the fact that my phone has been on its last legs for a hot minute now so i try to use it extremely sparingly and i just went to a party and while at said party my only other electronic was closed in the trunk of someones car (like between the trunk door and the car itself) which caused it to shatter the screen and also in some way or another kill the technology inside that allows it to sense when i touch the screen leaving me with nothing portable to do my writing on (i do most of my writing in the in between time while out of the house due to lack of time at home) and putting a serious dampener in my writing
Ok s o anyone in the Elvis fandom, since the movie came out, what's with all the Austin!Elvis like just say Elvis and let the reader picture what they want, idk i just don't get it. This is coming from someone who switches off and pictures both (usually the real deal tho)
Okok so im not the best with posting frequently b u t my goal is to by the end of 2022 (it sounds like a long time but istg its reasonable cuz im still in school, am very passionate about my extracurriculars, and i am looking for a job) have my list of people im willing to write for be completely useless cuz you'll only need my master list to see who i write for since ill have at least 1 oneshot out for each person
I need to watch/read the outsiders again and analyze their talking patterns so some of this may not sound like them at the moment but ill try and fix it asap. (ill take this chunk out when its updated) I just wanted to get this out of my drafts and post content for the fist time in a while. Also all of the enemies to lovers fans are in for a treat. -đź’ś
Monday, one of the worst days of the week if you ask just about any human being on this planet, but if you ask me, well i quite like it to be honest. Sure it starts my work week but i get to come back refreshed from the weekend. If i had to pick a least favorite day it'd be Friday, by then everyone is tired, cranky, and ready for the weekend, including myself, makes business at the shop harder.
I've been working at a local flower shop, for 8 years now, since i was 10. Technically that's illegal but its owned by an acquaintance of my families, more like my father was a loyal customer for years, so we were able to pull some strings. Of course it started as part time, after school work, but since i graduated last year i was open to switch to a full time position here.
I entered the shop and greeted every one on our crew on my way back to my office. Im more of an assistant than anything else round here, my job is just scattered tasks, but before any of that out i always head back to my office to set my things down and check email.
"Nothing" i say under my breath. I don't often receive emails at work but i like to just make sure.
Exiting my office takes you to the garden, we don't grow much of what we sell, a few things we do take from our own garden, but mostly we all just enjoy the visual. I pass through the garden into the back of the store and make my way up front to see what my tasks are today.
A note was stuck to one of our flower coolers. "1. Open shop 2. Clean flowers 3. Prepare deliveries 4. Take care of walk-ins" looks like its just me today. My boss is an older woman who has trouble with her joints so she doesn't always come in during the day which leaves me by myself, well the curriers come in and out but for the most part its just me on days like this.
I pull the note down and set it on our universal desk, its just a random desk in the back for anyone who wants to use it since our offices are elsewhere. I lock the back door just in case and run back up front to flip or open sign and unlock the door.
My next task takes me too the coolers where i take out a bucket that held a bunch of yellow roses, a bunch of lavender roses, a bunch of pink roses, 2 bunches of red roses, and 3 bunches of daisies. I spend the morning popping ugly petals off of roses, removing thorns, and making sure the stems look pretty which due to the amount took me about 2 hours.
3 hours of making bouquets and tidying the shop between arrangements and it was time for my lunch brake. Lunch was my favorite part of my work day but not just for the plain old i get time off of work and food reasoning though, right around this time we usually get my favorite customer. He's a regular, his name is Sodapop Curtis. He works down the street at the DX and once or twice each week he pops in on his lunch break to grab some fresh flowers for his girlfriend Sandy, i bet shes a real happy gal, real special to, to get a guy like Soda.
Halfway through my PB and J sandwich i hear the bell on our front door chime, i look up from my lunch to find the man himself, Sodapop! Except this time he wasn't alone, far frome it to be honest. He had with him a group of 6 other boys that looked to range from a few years younger than me to a few years older than me, although majority looked about my age.
"Hi Y/N!" Soda said with his near perfect smile, i don't know how his teeth stay so nice after all these rumbles he tells me about, one day one of em is gonna get knocked right out of his head.
"Hello" i greet giving a look to each boy letting them know its intended for all of them. "Who all is with ya today Soda?" I asked "Well, this is my kid brother Pony" Soda said giving a nod to what seemed to be the youngest of the bunch. Pony smiled, he seemed to be the only one other than Soda who was having fun here, the rest seemed like they didn't want to be here or like they just didn't care. "Next to Pony over here is Johnny, and then we got my older brother Darry, he's the tall one in the back" those 2 both seemed pretty neutral about their current situation. Soda started turning his head real fast like he was looking for someone specific "uuhhmm,, oh! Behind me is Steve, he's the one i told you works with me at the DX". Steve gave me a quick smile but his was definitely a contrast to Soda's Considering he had something brown all stuck in his teeth. "Then we got Two-bit next to Darry and Dally in the corner back there" Soda finished naming off all the boys. I couldn't help but notice the expression Dally gave though, it wasn't like the others who were just bored or thinking of being somewhere else, he REALLY didn't want to be here.
"Well now that I've met the whole fam-damn-ly when do i get to meed Ms. Sandy?" I questioned as i walked back to the station where we make bouquets. Soda just laughed. I threw on our company apron and looked to Soda "what are we thinking about today?" "Just 6 red roses, you know more than me though make it pretty like you do" he said, to anyone else that probably made little sense but i knew what he meant, he just doesn't know the names of the flowers or really what flowers he wants other than roses, but that's my job to know what'll look good so its no big deal.
As i grabbed the flowers from the cooler i asked Soda "wrap or vase?" He gives a quick response of "wrap please" we continued to chit chat as i wrapped his bouquet but i cut our conversation short to talk to the others briefly "can i wrap up some single roses on the house for you boys? Im sure your girls will love em"
most of them shook their heads or said they didn't have a girlfriend but Pony nodded his head yes, which seemed to shock the others "when did you get a girl?" Steve asked and Darry seemed to get a bit protective, and Pony seemed startled like he wasn't expecting to be questioned, i could tell they weren't for a girl, he just enjoyed the flowers, frankly i cant blame him.
"Nun ya" i butted in, i mean, i cant imagine these boys are real easy to explain beauty like a flower to. "Don't matter who the girl is, let the boy have fun. He's doin it right clearly, taking her flowers and all"
"Oh come on Pon-" Soda started in an attempt to pry, wanting to know who his little brother was going out with, but before he could finish Dally spoke up "can we just get out of here man, i don't wanna be seen in a frilly little store like this"
I was taken aback and decided to do something about it "well you're close to the door, why don't you leave by yourself, there's no need to be rude" "look i don't particularly like getting my ass beat for being seen like this ok" Dally snapped back. The boys were trying to get him to calm down and keep quiet while soda fished the money for Sandy's flowers from his wallet.
"Maybe try winning then." I said with an attitude "maybe then we'll all be happy, you wont get beat, i wont have assholes like you to deal with, and greasers like Soda wouldn't get a rep for greasers like you" at this point Soda had the cash out and left it on the counter while they all dragged Dally out before he could do or say anything else. That last part may have been a bit harsh but it's true, my boss hates greasers, wont even allow them in the store when shes working, and its because of miserable greasers like Dally who just cant be kind.
