#late60s

[jhoneybees]

Little Nurse in Charge

Finally I'm posting another fic! I've been really missing the experience of writing so I'm getting my fogged up brain to work again lol there might be a few errors and misspelt words😅

Characters: Late60s/70sCG! Elvis X little!reader

Warnings/triggers: Age regression, little lifestyle, sickness

This is honestly my favourite moodboard🥹👇

Elvis had a long, stressful week. His schedule was hectic, being rushed from one place to another and doing a lot of recording and such was really taking a toll on him. You being his beloved partner, you worry about him. Everytime you would suggest for him to get some rest, he’d just brush it off and say he can handle it in which seeing him fall asleep in a millisecond the moment he flops onto the bed after a jam-packed day at the recording studio tells you otherwise.

Once Elvis finally gets some time off, the next morning he wakes up sore all over also having a scratchy throat, clicking his tongue in annoyance when he realises. Detangling himself out of the bedsheets , he pushes on the mattress with his knuckles and makes his way to the bathroom to find something for this “stupid cold” he mutters to himself, he stops in his tracks when he hears you stir in your sleep. Turning his head, Elvis watches your eyes flutter open, blinking blankly at him a few times before your eyebrows start to furrow and a pout forms. He sighs softly, you woke up little. Elvis pinches the bridge of his nose whilst resting a hand on his hip. How is he gonna take care of his sick self while also looking after little you? He already feels like a sack of potatoes that's been knocked about on the back of a farm truck so having to make sure your needs are met is gonna be a tough challenge, he never says no to being a caregiver for you though, he always takes up the challenge.

Elvis walks back over to the bed when you do grabby hands and he weakly chuckles “Mornin’ baby” leaning down to kiss your forehead, you respond wiggling closer to him and wrapping tired limp arms around his lower abdomen. Elvis smiles and strokes a strand of hair away from your face “Did ya get a good sleep?” answering with a small nod “Good sleep, daddy” you say while burying your face in the side of his thigh making him chuckle but he suddenly clears his throat which you didn't take notice of. “Did Daddy have a good sleep?” you ask quietly, Elvis cocks his head to the side and stares at the wall, letting out a hum as he thinks “Not really, Daddy's not feelin' too good this Mornin'” looking back, he sees a worried frown from you “Why?” questioning as you decide to sit up and Elvis smoothing your hair down. “Hm just sore and achy, baby” your concern grows, no matter if you're little or not, you always made sure Elvis is alright which sounds like he isn't, your eyes leave his to stare down at the duvet on the bed, the little crease between your eyebrows prominent as you process the situation.

Suddenly your eyes light up with an idea and you quickly scurry out of bed, pushing Elvis’ chest with your little hands “Lay down Daddy, lay down” you order and Elvis frowns in confusion “um sure.. but- why baby?” Doing what he's told, swinging his legs onto the bed and resting his head on the head board. You try to give him an authorised look but just ended up looking like an angry baby to Elvis, he chuckles slightly before he nods and raises his eyebrows at you “Daddy's sick, I- I'm look after him” explaining your plans to your daddy making him smile nervously “U-um that's real sweet of ya honey but i-i- don't think that's a good idea..” usually when you're little, Elvis would do everything for you since you just make a mess or have accidents that end up you crying or getting injured but you just shake your head “uh uh no daddy, nigh nighs’ “ telling him to just go to sleep and let you do your thing which he hesitantly accepts and gets comfortable under the covers. Elvis watching you run out of the bedroom and hearing your sooties scattering down the stairs, he laughs to himself at your funny behaviour.

After some time you arrive back through the bedroom doors with the first aid box that Elvis keeps in one of the kitchen cabinets for whenever you hurt yourself or get sick, a bit confused how you retrieved it since it's kept in a place out of your reach “H-how did you get that?” Elvis sits up and points a finger, you look at him with a pout and set the box on the bedside table “No Daddy nigh nighs!” completely ignoring his question and you push on his chest to make him lay down, Elvis sighs “Okay okay, I'm going nighs nighs, I'm goin'' closing his eyes and sighs.

As he tries to relax, Elvis begins to hear clinking of medicine bottles and ruffling of plastic packaging so out of curiosity he opens his eyes and cranes his neck “What are you doing honey?” Huffing out a breath you whine “daddy!” Elvis raising his hands in defeat “Okay alright alright, sorry” he rests his head down on the pillow again. A few moments later, a pair of hands caresses his hair away from his forehead and your voice quietly babbling “Daddy go nighs nighs..sleepy sleepy… puppy wittle puppy” Elvis's lips curve at the corners, stifling a laugh by adjusting himself in bed so he wouldn't ruin the moment for you. Your sweet nature of always looking out for people is one of things that made Elvis think he had to have you because how can he not? Of course because he's Elvis Presley but also because why not have someone like you? Someone so sweet and kind, babying him with all your love, all your devotion. What's not to love?

He sighs again as you continue to sing a lullaby that is obviously made up “Sleepy puppy…sleepy, sleepy, sleepy” The more you sing your little song, Elvis falls into a floaty sleep, soon drifting off. Bringing the covers up to his chin, you hum softly as your attention turns to the first aid box, your little hands hovering over the tops of the medicine bottles and paper boxes filled with bandages and other things that your little brain doesn't have a clue what they're used for. Picking up a thermometer, you cautiously move the blanket from Elvis' arm and slide it under his armpit. Taking a quiet step back, your eyes watch Elvis’ sleeping face with adoration and love. You’re just so lucky to have him as your caregiver, your daddy.

After a somewhat comfortable nap, Elvis wakes up. Looking around the room to find you’re not there, sitting up to rest his back against the headboard and lets out a breathy chuckle when he notices a thermometer under his armpit and shaking his head seeing your favourite stuffie being a white bunny laying next to him, thinking you must’ve put it there for him to feel less lonely.

He turns his head at the sound of the bedroom door creaking open to see you holding a tray with a bowl and spoon, pursing your lips with concentration to not spill anything. “What’s that baby?” Elvis chuckles quietly. A relieved breath emits, you place the tray on his lap “I ask Mary to make you soup!” you state proudly. With a calm nod and a loving smile, Elvis’ heart clenches “Aww… Thank you hon, that’s real sweet of ya” giggling like a schoolgirl, you climb onto the bed next to him and pick up the spoon “Hey, I- I can feed myself darlin” Elvis laughs nervously, watching as you hold the spoon near his mouth. You shake your head and whine “No! Open!” with yet another defeated sigh Elvis opens his mouth letting you spoon feed him. Even though Elvis feels nervous and on edge about you taking care of him, he does find it nice to just let you do what you want since you’re a calm little but of course still need to be disciplined now and again.

As you feed Elvis the last spoonful, you gently pat a napkin to the corners of his mouth, earning a chuckle “Always taking good care of Daddy hm?” poking at your sides playfully, you laugh and gently push his hands away. After Elvis moves the tray onto his bedside table, you decide to snuggle up with him under the blankets. Grinning softly as he sees you nuzzling your head against his chest and holding your favourite toy bunny tightly to yours. “Thank you for looking after me, little” he smiles.

[leoblooms]

if they had only been born a decade or so sooner.....

Hehe based on a poll i did on instagram and late60s/early70s paulpat won

[70smarauderz]

marauders favorite artists and other music-related headcanons totally not based on me being obsessed with late60s-70s music

james potter: yes, jethro tull, steely dan, donna summers, billy joel, the kinks, van halen

i think james would listen to anything and everything tbh, he’s he epitome of eclectic music taste to me, he has his faves obvs but he honestly enjoys all of his friends' faves too totally didn’t put billy joel there because of only the good die young...

sirius black: the rolling stones, queen, led zepellin, ac/dc, black sabbath, KISS, judas priest

i imagine sirius loving black dog by led zeppelin and saying that it’s his song even b4 completing his animagus transformation and it only gets worse after that

remus lupin: elton john, the beatles, david bowie, the who, the doors, boston, joy division

remus lupin would f*cking love people are strange FIGHT ME. post-1981 remus would listen to a lot of joy division, and i swear im not just saying that cause ian curtis gives off remus vibes to me

peter pettigrew: alvin stardust, the rubettes, blue öyester cult, genesis, squeeze

putting blue öyster cult for peter and just picturing sirius saying something like he's shocked peter finally developed some good taste 100% did not put BÖC for peter because of career of evil idk what ure talking about

lily evans: fleetwood mac, marvin gaye, the beatles, creedence clearwater revival, ABBA, neil young, barry manilow

this is 100% a stolen hc from a microfic but lily thinks something by the beatles is the peak of romantic lyricism (btw if u know what microfic i’m talking about pls tell me, cause i can’t find it anywhere) lily and remus like the beatles because it reminds them of their moms

mary macdonald: the beach boys, bee gees, fleetwood mac, nina simone, stevie wonder, eric clapton, diana ross

i think mary and lily had a pretty similar music taste and gave recs to each other when they discovered new songs lily and mary saw eric clapton live in 1978 and ABBA in 1975 (i wanted them to see fleetwood mac live but the dates of their UK concerts just don't really work, unless i put them going to a concert in 1980 which seems a bit weird to me cause yk the war)

marlene mckinnon: the clash, heart, sweet, thin lizzy, pink floyd, the damned, x-ray spex

marlene listens to psycho killer by the talking heads non-stop and everyone groans when she puts it on; sirius gets it because he does the same with killer queen marlene introduces thin lizzy to sirius and james and the three of them saw them live on the 1977 Reading Rock Festival

[youthinkyouresmooth-blog]

Battle Lines Drawn

The situation- my children, with encouragement from a combative co-parent and enabling stepdad, have turned my house into a horror show and refuse to behave like they're human and not rabid pigs. After a moment of absolutely devastating, "thinking about running into a large tree at triple digit speeds, ugly crying while wearing ridiculous costume pajamas in public because I had taken care of everyone's needs but mine" despair- I have fired my children. I wouldn't tolerate the kind of abuse they're dishing out from anyone for any reason. Why am I allowing them to do this to me?

The goal- to make them realize what is a them problem and what is a me problem, and that they don't deserve anything from people they abuse.

The plan- I have turned my bedroom and bathroom into the equivalent of a studio apartment. Those rims and the laundry rooms are the only areas of the house that I will clean or maintain. I will not cook. I will not give instructions or reminders of responsibilities. I have moved the animals in with me, and I will be casting for all of them, it's not their fault the kids are jerks.

I have stocked my freezer and cabinets with frozen dinners (the cheapest, nutritionally complete meals the store offers- I'm not sure how good they taste) and other easy to prepare but healthy food and snacks. I will keep the freezer and pantry stocked for them.

Legally, I am required to provide food, shelter, and clean clothing. I will provide all of those things. No one ever said that I had to fold those clothes and put them away for them, or that I had to cook the food myself as long as they have the adequate means to prepare it. Because my husband has chosen to enable their behavior, I will not be cooking for him either he may join me in the clean and comfortable bedroom and bathroom area, but I will not interact with him or support him when he chooses to coddle the abusers. He may also eat the frozen dinners.

The opposition- M12, F9, M7, M4

Their allies- Co-parent and stepmom 50M/40s?F, Stepdad, 54M, Grandma and Grandpa late60s M/F

Me- 43F, chronic illness spoonie and recently returned to SAHP.

My allies- an assortment of mostly online friends who've been telling me for years that I was been abused by these people who claim they love me, 13 foster cats, who appreciate the new arrangement greatly.

So, that's what's going on. Pictures of the starting points of both sides and a recap of day one to follow.

[bumfuzzled-skullduggery]

GM! Mostly For Fren's Across The Pond!

I am heading to bed as I post this. The Charlatans are selling out a limited number of shows in the UK. If you haven't heard of them they started in the late60's and had a short stint off and on again since. Sadly, Dan Hicks died from throat and liver cancer at his home in Mill Valley, California on February 6, 2016 and Mike Wilhelm died on May 14, 2019. Never the less this band is exceptional unique and if you get the chance will be a musical experience that you will never come close to having again as well as will never forget. bellow is a well written article on the band as well as a personal selection recorded on the BBC Mark Goodier show in 1990. Goodier's BBC studio was special, a modernized 1960 studio. Enjoy.

[redlightclothes]

UTILITY late60s-early70s (Redlight) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cov-m06pPfl/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[justeasyniceherbivore]

Strong contender for best dressed of 1967. #michellephillips #vintagestyle #late60s #1967 https://www.instagram.com/p/BwNUGD1gPNC/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=tx4yuhnq49c0

[toxic--perfection]

[mischief-made-california]

@miss_eva_blondie 🌹Give me your ♥️ . Top: @mischief_made_me @boutiquevintageromance Earrings : @vixen_by_micheline_pitt Background and beret: @village.des.valeurs . Makeup: @beautybaycom palette Bright Matte @kvdbeauty Ink Liner . #mischiefmade #vixenstyle #qcdynamitepinups #beautybaycom #60sbabe #60smakeup #60smakeuplook #sixtiesfashion #late60s #late60searly70s #70sstyle #seventiesvibes #seventiesfashion #60svibes #bettiebangs #blondbangs #retrohairstyle #pinuphairstyles #pinupblonde #bemyvalentine #groovybaby #60saesthetic #70saesthetic #pinuplifemagazine #thepinupbible #culturepinup #pinupculture (at Los Angeles, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CacjJUdF8_2/?utm_medium=tumblr

[seanborgla]

I don’t think I’ve aged at all! 😂🤷🏻‍♂️🍼👶🏻 #wheniwasababy #measababy #babyboy #sometimeinthelate60s #inthelate60s #late60s https://www.instagram.com/p/B8B4ImGF7Pm/?igshid=irsf36cxa87j

[mooodyblue]

don't fly away | masterlist

right as elvis was about to hit the peak of his career, he finds himself in your apartment in 2022. modern!elvis late60s!elvis

one

elvis finally decides he's ready to watch his own biopic with you.

two

two times elvis tried to kiss you and the one time he succeeded.

⭐️ discontinued - being rewritten

[thisisaworkofart]

#Late60s or #70Something #ChevroletCorvette (#AnyGuesses) #InFront of #CruzeFarm on #GayStreet in #DowntownKnoxville, #Tennessee #37902 (at Cruze Farm Ice Cream Downtown) https://www.instagram.com/p/B5Wclh-gMQw/?igshid=1dns2v0oihvks

[lesfemmesvintage]

Seeing this #1968 Yves Saint Laurent dress never gets old.♠️ #yvessaintlaurent #danielleluquetdesaintgermain #1960s #late60s #bohochic #ysl #hippiehautecouture #sheerloveliness #paris #fashion #lesfemmes https://www.instagram.com/les_femmes_vintage/p/Bwxcf0ZgP56/?igshid=sl9cfqa3avl4

[pittore-di-mente]

Happy 4th of July from this 1969 High School gal 🗽 ••• #4thofjuly🇺🇸🇺🇸 #fourthofjuly #highschool #girl #dungarees #romper #buckethat #1969 #late60s #style #pretty #nototrump #vintage #retro #60s #aesthetic

[starchildcreative]

[hermitcraftheadcanons]

At some point, Cleo decides she wants to find the mortician who worked on her corpse when she hadn't been brought back yet. She could always remember much of her life before death, as well as after, but there is an air of mystery to her around her death itself. Joe knows how it happened, but doesn't ever say anything about it. So, Cleo goes out to find the mortician, or even an agent who worked on her case, to finally get some answers. When she does find the mortician [lovely older gentlemen, definitely around his late60s-early70s] she learns how she died: a bullet wound to the head.

Hmm. Hm.

Cleo wasn't especially interested in finding anyone from her past before, but now...she has a burning desire to solve her own murder mystery. Hey, at least it'll be fun, right? Joe doesn't think it's a good idea, but what does he know. He's probably just worried that the end of the investigation will turn out dangerous, but Cleo is more than confident that she can handle herself. After all, what's going to happen, she gets more dead? Not much more room for threats to a zombie.

She tries not to think about why Joe knows her death. She tries not to think about what else Joe might know. She tries not to think about how guilty Joe acts sometimes, like he's trying to make something up to her. She tries not to think about what Joe might be hiding.

- Mod Shade