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AHH!!- it’s so good!! i love it so much

Fame (Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Summary: Getting your start among the dozens of other fresh-faced teeny boppers in the 1950s, you expertly navigate your career through the decades, the only one remaining in public consciousness and on the charts–apart from Elvis. With yet another single at the top of global charts, you’re long past that part of your career, hardly thinking about the man who was long ago considered your biggest rival, until you run into him unexpectedly at a party, and he makes it his business to make sure he’s always on your mind.

Note: This is based on an anonymous request and also David Bowie’s song Fame. Reader is gender neutral and no specific descriptors are used. Paragraphs in italics indicate flashbacks. This is set in the 70s because that’s just the vibe I got from the song, and I wanted to write a reader who was more of the aloof and superficial type of celebrity who only tolerates the fanfare and is more interested in the money and lifestyle. Do not interact if you are under 18 or post ED/thinspo content.

Word count: 3.9k

Warnings: This is a yandere fic, so expect dark themes such as obsessive and manipulative behavior, stalking, abuse of power, and some elements of victim blaming, which some people may find disturbing or triggering. Do not interact if you are under 18.

Leaving clubs and parties was one of your least favorite things to do, not because the night was over, but because somehow word would inevitably get out that you were there, and weirdos would hangout at every exit just to catch a glimpse of you. Perhaps they wouldn’t care as much if you weren’t so private and aloof, mostly inaccessible to the masses, but you weren’t about to pretend you wanted to see any of them. Almost as soon as you opened the door to a service exit, hoping to leave undetected, you cringed at the sound of a girl practically screeching as soon as she saw you.

Putting on a forced smile, you hastily signed some of the things shoved your way with nothing more than your initials as you pushed through the small crowd to get to the limo that was waiting for you in the street. You were particularly horrified when a man collapsed at your feet, even more so when you realized he wasn’t moving. Of course, as soon as you flagged someone down to call an ambulance for help, the man stirred, throwing his arms around your legs to keep you in place. Enraged at his audacity, you barely managed to kick him off of you before your chauffeur came to your rescue, guiding you into the limo and locking the doors before anyone got the bright idea to try to join you.

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#thx you so much for writing it #it’s seriously so good

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peachy-deaths · 2 years

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Hey can I request a soft yandre elvis Presley pls

Were Elvis is like a big fan of her when he was not famous yet he always listen to her songs or something,

And when he became a celebrity thier manager decided to have a colab in singing together and Elvis who spoil her with gifts and flowers.....

everything about you- soft yandere Austin!Elvis

{@venus-haze already got me obsessed with the thought of fanboy Elvis through her stories radio gaga and all shook up so this was very fun to write lol disclaimer(s): this one is very tame and the yandere stuff is honestly just weird fan stuff but just in case beware of typical behaviors that come with yandere content, and hinted age gap on the reader's side of thing}

it was slightly embarrassing, the amount their face appeared in his room, it was like a teenage girl’s room with various posters and albums of all from the same artist. he couldn’t help it, no matter how many records he had of theirs or how many times he got teased for it, he just couldn’t get enough of their music or see their movies too many times, they were just so talented and seemed so genuine in all their interviews.

so when the coronel called saying he had an opportunity for more publicity and money via doing a duet with ‘some other singer big with younger folks’ and the name (y/n) (l/n) spilled through the phone he nearly passed out, believing he was in another dream and would be woken up any moment.

but here he stood inside the entrance of a recording studio, his idol somewhere in the same building, just hiding behind one of the many doors “hello there!” a man in his upper 30s rounded the corner at the end of the hall, his dress shoes squeaking against the freshly waxed wooden floor “I’m (y/n)’s manager, the names James Edward brown but y’all can just call me Jamie” he gave them a smile, giving each man a firm handshake before turning towards the coronel “you must be the man I talked to on the phone? it’s a pleasure to meet you- well both of you, uh let’s go talk business, ah?” he was jittery, words blurring together as he began to lead them down the hall, nearly skipping with how many jumps were in his steps.

“oh! Mr. Presley, (y/n) is just right upstairs, you just take that elevator up to floor one and go into the first door on the left” he briefly stopped to point and gesture out directions before continuing to move down the hall, coronal doing his best to keep up with him leaving Elvis by himself.

his nerves started to get to him as he waited for the elevator to stop, reality set in, yet it was all still like a dream as he exited the metal box. opening the door the manager had told him to go into, the bundle of nerves only grew as he walked down a small hall and into a room that was decorated with various records and awards but what really caught his attention was the figure that was laid belly down on the floor, arm fishing around underneath the small couch that was pushed against the right wall.

“damnit!” the voice he had only heard over tv and movie screens swear out, making his stomach jump as he played with his grip on the bouquet he bought for them- was bringing flowers too much? what if they thought he was weird? “oh! hey! sorry about that” he was brought back from his self-doubtful thoughts by the voice, blue eyes moving off the blue and orange flowers and on the figure that was now standing “I dropped my thumb pick and it bounced underneath there.. I think it’s gone forever haha” they dusted themself off, moving over to stand in front of him.

he was nearly hyperventilating, it was surreal seeing them not only in person but just a few feet in front of him. cameras didn’t do them any sort of justice, he always thought they were good looking but no, they were drop-dead gorgeous “it’s alright, don’t worry about it sweetheart” it came out before he even fully realized what they said, like something possessed him and was making him reply, not that he’d complain since he felt as though he was gonna throw up if he opened his mouth again “oh! these are for ya” he held out the flowers.

“gettin called sweetheart and given gifts? I didn’t know any better I’d think you were taking me out for dinner Mr. presley” he panicked for a moment, believing that his doubts were right and it was too much but when they took the gifts with a big grin plastered across their face his worries melted “I’m (y/n) by the way, i know you know that already but it’s weird not to introduce myself. gotta say I really like your music! you’re really talented, I bought your records back when you were on with sun records” they set the gifts down onto the small desk in the corner and walked over to a bookshelf full of records, scanning through them before pulling one out and showing it to Elvis, who was once again on the verge of hyperventilating.

they knew his music, they’d heard and bought his record before he was famous. if this was a dream, it’d be the cruelest thing the universe has ever done to him “i- I can sign it for ya, if ya want of course” their face lit up, quickly moving over to a jar of pins on their desk “would you? I love it when musicians I meet sign my records, I hate asking though because some of them get..frustrated when I ask since they get asked to sign stuff all the time” “I really don’t mind signin stuff, I couldn’t do what I do without my fans..but I really don’t mind signing it for you, I'm actually a pretty big fan of yours” he confessed while taking the record and marker from them, scribing down words and his name before handing them back to (y/n).

“too my biggest fan, from your biggest fan Elvis Presley” the smile that grew on (y/n)’s face could’ve made anyone melt, the joy on their face being contagious and making Elvis smile too “well thank you Mr. Presley” “you can call me Elvis..Mr. Presley makes me feel old” he let out a chuckle as (y/n) nodded “of course! if you old, that’d make me like prehistoric and I am not ready to have magazines wonder how I look so young for being ancient!” they joked moving to put the record somewhere to dry without smearing the marker.

“you got anything you want me to sign, Elvis?” the shiver of hearing (y/n) say his name was quickly overtaken by disappointment “ah no, I didn’t wanna make ya feel uncomfortable” “oh that’s too bad, next time we met then?” next time this wasn’t just a one-time thing, they’d met again “alrighty!! everything seems ready and worked out, y’all ready to make some music!” Jamie and the colonel entered the room, Jamie's loud and energetic voice quickly filling the room “ready as I’ll ever be! come on Elvis, let’s make history!”

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#i might honestly make a part 2 to this #i love fanboy elvis so much lmao #yandere!elvis x reader #austin!elvis #austin!elvis x reader #yandere elvis

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peachy-deaths · 2 years

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I read Ur Elvis FICS and I love love it 💕💕❤️

I was wondering if you could a another one(⁠;⁠;⁠;⁠・⁠_⁠・⁠)

I kidda like an heart breaker reader and lovesick player elvis dynamic

lovesick blues: yandere Austin!Elvis

{i hope this is good! I wrote this last night while the power was out bc of the hurricane lol also I'm so glad you like my other writing!! it really means a lot to hear ppl enjoy my stuff}

the small field that had been renovated into a fairground was bustling with workers, everyone scrambling to set their booths up and doing their last practices for their nightly act. tonight was slightly tenser than usual, the stress of a new musical act weighing on everyone as schedules got shifted and the tech crew had to learn a whole new routine in a few hours.

nestled on the edge grounds was a smaller tent, the purple and red striped fabric faded from years of usage. inside the small temporary room was a lot more inviting, decorated with various candles, crystals, and ropes of colorful beads.

a lone figure stood inside, carefully lighting the candles “so ya can see the future?” the sudden voice made them jump, turning to look at a pink clothed man “..no.. I give readings- when the fair is open, which it’s not, meaning you’re trespassing” they said it with more snap than they meant to, the shock of being snuck up on still wearing off. the man throw up his hands, giving a small apologetic smile “sorry, I was just lookin around and saw your tent- I’m Elvis, I'm uh the new act” their face softened at that, giving him a nod “still not a good idea to sneak up in people like that”

they went back to lighting their candles, expecting the man to go wonder elsewhere to go startled someone else with his snooping “so..what kinda readin’s do ya do?” their shoulders slumped but they continued with getting their tent ready, not feeling like missing time to be open due to some new act pointing around in curiosity “it’s hard to explain- just people I guess..most the time I pretend to look at their palms just for the novelty of it” they glanced at him to see his reaction, which was a nod and a face of uncertainty.

“you don’t believe me?” “What? no- I mean..my mama always said people like ya are shams” (y/n) let out a small laugh, nodding their head “smart woman” they paused, lighting one more candle before waving the match out and turning towards him “lemme give you a reading, sit” they gestured towards the chair opposite to the one they sat down in, waiting patiently for him to sit down before holding their hand out “give me your hand”

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they were all he could think about since that first meeting, his fingers tracing over the lines they ‘read’ during nights he couldn’t get to sleep. they could see right through him, yet always stared into his eyes with their mesmerizing ones, like they’d lose the ability to see him at any moment if they looked away.

it didn’t take long for their reputation to reach him, word traveling fast within such a small and close-knit group. at first, he refused to believe it, but when he was nearly trampled by a sobbing woman running from a (y/n) who just stared at him like nothing happened. it undeniably, they had less than desirable relationship habits, making someone feel like they were soulmates and they loved them more than anything only to break it off come time for the carnival to leave because they ‘just weren’t feeling it anymore'

but he knew the truth, he felt it too, the road was lonely and he gave in to the fans knocking on his motel door just to push aside that emptiness that came with being far from home. he just knew if he could convince them to be with him those feelings would disappear, both of them. the thing that got in the way of him confessing every time they bumped into each other was that (y/n) didn’t date within the acts, something he learned from hank snow’s son.

so he made a plan, if he just spent time with them he knew they’d eventually feel the connection and look past their rule. unfortunately, that time he spent hanging around them was mostly just watching them check out and flirt with others, which lit a jealous-fueled fire inside him.

(y/n) on the other hand, was enjoying it, they had never had someone to hang out with like Elvis. all the other acts held obvious distaste towards their relationships but it was like Elvis understand, they knew he had a crush on them, his body language just screamed it but he still was fine with them, it felt nice to finally have a friend.

“what about him?” they nodded over towards a brown-haired man that had spent an embarrassing amount of money trying to beat a ring toss game “he’s kinda cute..right?” “uh..sure.. I guess..not too coordinated” (y/n) rolled their eyes at his criticism “yeah, well I’m not picking him for my dodge ball team” they looked him over, corking a brow at his odd behavior “you’re acting weird..you didn’t try eating Dorothy's cooking again, did you?” they smirked slightly at the small inside joke of a tease, wanting to laugh at even just the recollection of the time Elvis learned the hard lesson that it’s better to eat outside of camp then to attempt to eat the old camp cook’s food. “wha- no..I just..ya wanna go on the Ferris wheel?” “oh um..sure”

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there was a knot in their stomach as they stared down at the ground that slowly got further away, being reminded why they didn’t get on this thing more often as the cart shook slightly “(y/n)-“ Elvis cleared his throat and it dawned on them why he asked them to go up here with him, dread filling their stomach “-I ain’t too sure where to start to be honest..listen I just wanted to tell you..“ “Elvis-“ “no, let me talk, please. ever since I met you, I’ve loved you and I don’t think I can go much longer without cha being mine” his hand fell into their knee, they’re body stiff and an awkward, half apologetic smile formed on their face.

“Elvis.. I appreciate but I don’t date other workers..or even other people, I'm not the kinda person for long-term relationships..we’d both end up hurt and it would so mess-“ “darlin’ all I want is a chance! we’re made for each other! I just needa show you!” his grip on their knee tightened slightly making them grab his wrist in an attempt to remove it “no, I don’t like you like that, my answer is no.” he sighed, releasing their knee and melting into the Ferris wheel cart’s seat.

“I really didn’t wanna say this..but..if you don’t give me a chance, I’ll have the coronel fire ya” “wh-what!” he nodded, giving them a hurt puppy look that almost made them forget that it was him who blackmailing them “he wants me to be the main act..if ya don’t lemme take you on a date, I’ll tell him I’m walking if you’re staying” they searched his face and body language for any signs of it being a bluff, tears starting to form “you’d seriously put me out of work over me rejecting you?” “baby, i don’t want to, but we’re meant to be together and if that’s what it takes” they weighed their non-existent opinions, tears starting to spill before they nodded “fine” he gave them a smile that they could only compare to the devil’s and cupped their face, wiping away the tears “you’ll feel it soon sweetheart, ya just gotta gimme a chance” with that he gave them the kiss he’d been dreaming about since they met, the cart rocking slightly at his movements.

#austin!elvis #austin!elvis x reader #yandere elvis #yandere!elvis x reader

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peachy-deaths · 2 years

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Hello!!!!

I was wondering if you could do something where y/n is just as famous as Elvis. Maybe she also acts and has a intimate scene (like kissing) with her costar. How would he react. Would I be want her to quite acting?

you belong to me: yandere Austin!Elvis

{this is kinda short but I felt like it fit better than headcanons. I hope you enjoy this and it's close to what you wanted! the reader is referred to with she/her pronouns. disclaimer(s): typical behaviors that come with yandere content, toxic controlling behavior, manipulation, and abuse. I don’t condone any of these behaviors, this is strictly for fictional entertainment.}

it wasn’t wise to hide stuff from Elvis, (y/n) knew this but her passion for her craft clouded her vision, naively convincing herself that she could prevent him from finding out. the world forcing reality into her face as she watched the man’s tantrum destroy her small trailer the movie studio had provided while he yelled a stream of swears and words of betrayal.

“I can’t believe ya’d do this to me! were ya just gonna not tell me and make a fool outta me?!” (y/n)’s trembling form flinched when he paused his tantrum to face her, words getting caught up in her throat as she tried to figure out how to deflect his anger off of her, all she could do was shake her head slowly and move her mouth like a fish out of water.

“ya love him? were all those tabloids right? you some cheap whore getting involved with your costar?” “no- Elvis baby it ain’t like that!” it only took two long strides for him to reach her, his hand grabbing at her jaw, the cold metal of his rings digging into her cheeks as he made her look at him “it ain’t?..leave the show then” “wh-what i-i can’t do that- if I leave it-it’ll ruin my career-“ his grip tightened around her jaw causing her to sound slightly muffled as she tried to ramble out a defense.

tears ran down her face, blackened with the mascara and eyeliner the makeup crew had put on her at the beginning of the day. she looked a mess, makeup and hair ruined from this ordeal. his blue eyes softened, like a switch flipped in his head allowing him to see her distressed state “oh darlin’..don’t cry” the sudden attitude switch was unnerving. Still, she had grown used to it, leaning into his hands slightly as he wiped the tears “I know it ain’t your fault baby, I shouldn’t blame you” his hands slid across her face, resting on the back of her neck as he placed a soft kiss to her lips.

“I’ll get them to take the scene out or-or get a stand-in for me” she sniffed out causing Elvis to give her a grin “thank ya darlin’..god the thought of someone else gettin to kiss ya it- it lights this fire in me. you’re my mine, understand?” she weakly nodded, eyes closing as she let him support her head, her eyelids tightening when he kissed her again “i love ya sweetheart” “I love you too” she didn’t need to see him to know that smirk of his was plastered across his face.

#yandere elvis #austin!elvis #austin!elvis x reader #yandere!elvis x reader

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peachy-deaths · 2 years

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Hello can you do a yandre Elvis Presley pls

basic yandere headcanons: Austin!Elvis Presley

{i wasn’t sure what you wanted so i just wrote some basic headcanons, hope you like these! disclaimer(s): typical behaviors that come with yandere content. i don’t condone any of these behaviors, this is strictly for fictional entertainment.}

• there’s a lot of factors that play into how he’d act, what stage of life you met him in being one of the biggest.

• it wouldn’t really change how he views you or any of his thoughts but it would effect how he expresses those thoughts.

• i feel like the worst time to meet him or for him to decide to ‘confess’ to you would be after he finding out about the coronel and presilla leaving him.

• he’ll view you as his last life reserve, the only thing keeping him from drowning and he’ll be damned if he made to go, he’s lost to much to allow you to slip away too.

• meeting him early in his career or growing up with him would probably be the hardest to pick up on the red flags.

• the natural need to make excuses for his odd behaviors allowing him to close in until one day you wake up and realize he’s truly all you have left and there isn’t any point in leaving because who will you even go to?

• i feel like the kind of yandere he is would also depend on how/when you meet but overall he’d be possessive and delusional, his mind coming up with any and ever excuse as too way you seem upset by his behaviors, anything to avoid the reality that he’s the reason and all his attempts to get you to reciprocate his feelings only did the opposite.

• he’s also definitely the kind to shower you with gifts, especially ones you can wear like clothes and jewelry, or he’ll be a ‘secret admirer’ if y’all don’t know-know each other.

#yandere!elvis x reader #yandere elvis #austin!elvis #austin!elvis x reader #yandere headcanons #headcanons

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