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yandere!elvis can't think of anything but you.
he is supposed to be doing some work, sign some papers for the colonel and review his costumes for the special. but how can he when you're everything that's on his mind?
he plays the tiles of the piano with delicacy, imagining that is your soft skin, underneath him, begging him to touch you; to make you feel good. he imagines that the small melody coming from the instrument are actually your sounds, he smiles at the thought of your pout and doe eyes directed at him as he teases you a little bit more; just enough for later. how your moans must sound, how beautiful your whines are (he actually heard one when you were begging for your friend to do something for you so imagination isn't so necessary in that aspect), he can just try and copy them in any instrument humanity believed it played the most beautiful symphony and still it wouldn't be able to copy you.
beautiful, beautiful you.
do you know he has written some poems about you? do you know he sings love songs with you in his head? do you know he kisses his fans imagining them being you? do you know he touches himself thinking about you?
do you know elvis presley is absolutely obsessed with you?
he would die— no.
he lives for you. he lives every day because you are real.
how could he die, leaving you here all alone by yourself? what kind of beloved would he be? leaving you to your destiny. your cruel destiny. because elvis presley knows a lot about a cruel destiny.
he would kill for you. — he has done it.
oh, come on, how could you not expect him to not do so? with how mesmerizing you are, he must.
that bastard that looked at you for more time than he would've liked had to see it coming! the rat that tried to hurt you had to see it coming! the asshole that talked shit about him to you had to see it coming!
they are corrupting you. they are staining your white dress of innocence. how dare they. how dare they even fucking try.
suddenly, elvis finds himself playing an ugly tune, an ugly and loud tune which jumps him out of his thoughts.
he leaves the piano tiles, a soft knock makes him turn around to the big doors which then opens, revealing one of his friends.
“ what is it? ”
“ she's here, boss. ”
“ send her to me. ”
“ right away. ”
elvis turns to the piano when the doors close, smiles and starts playing a beautiful melody.
inspiration comes quick when the muse is close.
#going insane at 3 am in the morning#lil drabbles!! ୨୧#i left y'all without content so this is my small apology sowwy 🫂#i need to sleep omg#yandere austin!elvis#yandere austin!elvis x reader#yandere elvis x reader#yandere elvis
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His girl.
Pairing; Austin!Elvis x reader
Warning: STEP-INCEST! Yandere Austin!Elvis, Creampie, Forbidden love, Asshole boyfriend, Love confessions, Slut-Shaming, Forced filming, Mentions of murder, Gagging, Fingering, Forced cleaning, Innocent kink, Squirting, Humiliation kink, Meanie Elvis/loving Elvis, Innocent and naive reader, Dacryphilia.
Summary: You were Elvis Presley's little sister, his step-sister but it still counts! When your parents left to have their honeymoon vacation they left your big brother Elvis in charge and he swore that it was his job to protect you, even if it meant from yourself.
To @presleybbg: I am sorry if this sucked, I will probably edit sometime later, and let me know what you think about this.
You tried to hide your excited smile as your parents told you about going on their honeymoon your brother leaning against the entrance of the dining room, his eyes bore into your happy buzzing self but you just ignored him. You were so happy, you can finally show your boyfriend that you were a woman and not a prudish little girl! You could finally show him that you were serious about him! "And Elvis is in charge while we're gone." Your mother broke you out of your daze 'What?' "But Mama I can take care of—" you started to protest but the feeling of your big brother's warm big hand on your shoulder stopped you "Don't worry Ma'am, I'll keep er safe." Elvis smiled, his charming smile that could make the toughest woman swoon and your mother did just that.
'Okay it's a minor setback but I'll think of something' you thought with determination, you promised to show Johnny that you loved him, and you couldn't go back now.
God, you were just cute, with that little pout, Elvis would do everything to make you happy, you were so precious and innocent unlike most of the women of your age, he wanted to protect you but some twisted part of him wanted to corrupt you, having you under him, mewling and moaning, make you his wife, his woman but he couldn't you were his little step-sister and he couldn't betray his father like that. You and Elvis waved goodbye to your giddy mother and father, once they were out of sight you headed up to your bedroom, saying you wanted to talk to your best friend barely staying to hear what your brother had to say in the matter. You called your boyfriend to tell him the great news and as expected he was just as excited about it as you were, he said he'd be there in 15 mins, which give you enough time to get ready.
Elvis knew something was up but he wanted to trust you, really just a nagging feeling kept bugging him. It got too much he decided to see what his good little mama was doing but nothing could prepare him for the anger he felt as moans and groans left your closed door which by the way broke a rule he placed in his house. Elvis took a breath and pushed the door open to peek in and if he thought he was angry before then what he was feeling was undeniable rage. Your limp-pencil-dick boyfriend was thrusting into you in a sloppy frenzy, close to cumming and you were obviously disappointed, unsatisfied, and miserable. He slammed the door open, you screamed out in shock and horror at seeing your handsome brother "What the fuck man?!" your boyfriend turned to curse elvis but stopped at the cold-deadly stare he wears "Camera." He asked cool, calm, and collected, the Calm before the storm "Closet." you answered with a shaky tone "You, go get it, yar goin' film how A man pleases a woman." Elvis order your boyfriend, and he didn't take it so well "Like hell!" Johnny shouted and that was it, Elvis walked over grabbed your boyfriend by the back of his shirt, and yanked him off you, his other hand gripped around johnny's throat "You wouldn't want everyone to know what ya did to that girl? that's right I know." Elvis whispered so you couldn't hear "So be a good lil' boy and get it."Elvis shoved Johnny towards the closet with much force that your boyfriend's face smacked into the door before he stumbles back to get the camera while Elvis took his clothes off slowly as if to tease you like he knew..
As if he knows your feeling about him, the dreams you daydream, the dream of being his cute housewife and stay-at-home mother, going on dates, that he knew you didn't want this to stop, you wanted him. Elvis loomed over your naked body, his clothes laid on the floor and his hardened cock lay against your pelvis bone, Johnny held the camera in his shaky hands. Elvis jerked himself just a bit before pushing into your wet pussy, how that fuck got you wet he didn't know, all he knew is each little inch was driving him mad, once he was balls in, he let everything out, "You're a fuckin' slut, ya know lettin' any man fuck ya? You're mine" He growled, his blues are now black and his skilled hips began to work. You moaned loudly as tears glossed over your eyes from the pleasure of each pump of his hips, his pace was fast and hard, but calculated and his cock hit all the places you didn't know you had, was this what sex was supposed to feel like "More!" you cried, gripping the bed sheets, suddenly Elvis's fingers were pushed down your throat, enough to make you gag around them "You don't give orders lil' girl." he hissed, pounding downwards into you. Johnny gulped, feeling sick that he was getting turned on, seeing his toy being fucked by Elvis Presley, her step-brother, he zoned onto where you and elvis was connected.
You sucked on his fingers, like that of a lollipop, eyes hooded, looking at him with those innocent eyes, Elvis's chest rumbled with a groan, he pulled his digits out, replacing them with his burning hot tongue, his pointing finger rubbed your clit in short, fast circles. You whined in the kiss, the knot in your stomach snapped, your back arched and your hips jerked, walls fluttering, sucking for everything he could offer. Elvis throws back his head, a deep, gaspy groan left his throat, and his hips stuttered. A heat poured into your already warm walls.
You let a small protest when Elvis slipped out of you, the feeling of him inside was addicting and you didn't want that to go so soon, your protest didn't last as Elvis sat beside your slight sweat-coated body, and parted your cum leaking folds, showing the camera his cum dripping out, letting go of your outer lips and sliding his two fingers down your clit and into your cunt, nothing could have prepared you for that was to come next. His digits fucked into you, like a hard-working machine, repeatedly hitting your g-spot, your eyes widened when Elvis bend over and bit-nippled your sensitive clitoris. A deeper pit took over you, screaming, tears flowing, you squinted all over the recorder and Elvis's face, still, even with your slick dripping his face held a smug smirk at your boyfriend.
Elvis got up and, licked away one of your tears "Such a pretty crybaby." He praised you, kissing your temple. His eyes turned to your boyfriend "Clean her." he spoke sternly, "S-sure just let me get a rug." johnny put the video record on a dresser and went to get a rug "With your tongue." johnny stopped mid-step "What?" he turned to look at Elvis in pure disbelief "Clean. Her. With your tongue. Now." your boyfriend gulped and nodded, rushing to get in between your legs. His tongue dragged up your clenching opening, catching your and Elvis's mixed cum on his tastebuds, johnny squeezed his eyes shut as he sucked and licked your cunt clean of cum.
Johnny winced moving from your legs, his cheeks got with embarrassment and humiliation "Can I go now?" he asked looking at the floor, "Sure go ahead," Elvis smiled, wiping his face with a wet rug from the bathroom, "Tell anybody about and I'll kill ya" Elvis whispered, grabbed his arm on his way out, johnny's face paled and he nodded fearfully as Elvis jerked his arm away, once he was free, he ran straight home. Elvis walked over and smiled at your passed-out form, cleaning your pussy with the other side of the rag, and laid beside you "I love ya lil' mama." he kissed your forehead, he was of course, gonna call his Memphis Mafia to deal with your sad excuse of a 'boyfriend' but for right now it was just him and you.
Just how he liked it.
@kiankiwi @18lkpeters @louisejoy86 @chasingwildflowers @crash-and-cure @plasticfantasticl0ver @galaxygirl453 @edgeofrealitys-blog, @flwersgarden.
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tagged by two amazing people! @kiankiwi and @mooodyblue! tysm, my loves <3
rules: tag 10 people you want to get to know better
relationship status: single
favorite color(s): blue, red, black and pink
song stuck in my head: mother by meghan trainor- IT'S SO CATCHY
last song i listened to: have a happy by elvis presley
three favorite foods: enchiladas, sushi and lasagne
last thing i googled: billie eilish hte tour setlist
dream trip: norway
anything i want right now: a lot of money, i want to drop out of school so badddd
tagging: @austinstyles @sournatromanoff @lanadelreyismyonlyreligion @librafilms @rairaielv @iloveaustinelvis and everyone else who wishes to do this, feel free to do so!
#ask game#i live for ask games like these tbh#they are so funnnn#i just get shy answering or tagging ppl#😮💨
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HELP ME
#THIS SERIES ISTG#it's so funny i love it#full of easter eggs for elvis fans too!#i was that leonardo dicaprio meme every two minutes#agent elvis
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Y'ALL.
part two of loving you may or may not be coming out this week 🫣
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What if Yandere Five has a girlfriend similar to Cassie from the show Euphoria , like she gets up at 4 am to do skincare and makeup and get dressed up , all for him 🤔
note: okay i know i said that i stopped writing for five but BROOOO this request altered something inside of me and i HAD to write it — made it into headcanons, hope you like it!
yandere!five x female!reader who dolls up for him headcanons.
“ it's the thought that counts. ”
okay, for starters, he loves it.
LET'S BE FOR REAL.
fine, he does not like that you take hours of your sleep time to do it— you are perfect the way you are, my love!
buuuut, he does enjoy the soft feeling of your hair against his cheek whenever he hugs you or how good you smell.
at first, he felt weird when you mentioned how your hair was a mess to brush at- FOUR FUCKING AM?????
he thought he was doing something wrong when you said you did it for him, perhaps he said something that made you do those things at such an ungodly hour even if that wasn't his intention!
he told you it was something common of him to say mean and harsh things, yes, but never to you!!!
but when you explained (reassured him) that you actually liked to do it for him made him a bit... confused.
he never thought in changing his appearance for you, well, after all, you had to love him for who he was (you like it or not.)
so at first he wasn't so accepting of it.
he would sometimes sleep at your place to avoid you from waking up and doing your 'skincare routine' (“ skincare what? ”) at three am because, babygirl, you need to sleep, you need to dream happy beautiful-
HOW ARE YOU ALREADY AWAKE??? HE TURNED OFF EVERY ALARM????
he is so dumb at this it's almost hilarious, the only thing stopping you from bursting out laughing is his serious face as he scolds you for it and how red his face gets at the thought of you not having your rightful hours of sleep.
when he realized that no matter how much he tried you still woke up and did your skincare and makeup routine as every other regular day, he accepted it.
“ at least promise me that you'll sleep more time on the weekends and that you won't overwork yourself- ”
“ okaaaaay fiveeee. ”
and then he grew to love it.
he actually likes how you find the effort in it non existent because you like to look good for him.
he also liked to brag about it to his siblings.
“ oh yeah?! well my girl just got a new peach face mask! ”
...
...
“ five, we're discussing who killed klaus' fish. ”
like yeah maybe don't let the idea go that far to his head.
“ mind if i leave? gotta be at my baby at 8. ”
“ for what? ”
he smiles and turns around. “ skincare. ”
he hops out viktor's apartment with a bright smile.
viktor stands for a few more seconds before frowning. “ what. ”
he is genuinely so adorable the moment you ask. him if he would like to try some of your skincare products.
although, because he is kind of an asshole (he can't help it) he would at first shake his head and say no.
but after a minute he would just say “ fine. ” while hiding the biggest smile known to mankind.
he would try to be an asshole while you take the face mask out of his package.
like hehe babeee don't put that face mask on meeeee hehehehe stawpp oh my gawdddd-
he loves to be taken care of once in a while so you bet your cute little ass that he eats the skincare treatment up.
“ lemon or orange? ”
five pouts as he thinks over, scanning the packs of facemasks in your hands while your sitting with one if your legs on each side of his body; his hands on your waist.
“ orange. ”
“ great choice! ”
his siblings make fun of him for 'growing soft' but he just shrugs and looks at you, who is showing luther one of your, many, body scents for him to get later.
“ okay, can we just leave this room? i can't stand five's orange smell. ”
“ hey! ”
anyways!!!
in conclusion, as long as you don't find it tiring or overwhelming, five would continue to support you.
he would even wake up at the same time as you just so he could see you carefully applying your makeup (even though he is just opening one eye and can barely stand up so he sits on the toilet).
it's the thought that counts tho!!!
and he loves you the same, with skincare and makeup, with nothing on your face, with acné scars or a big pimple on your nose.
he would still say you are the most beautiful and pretty girl he has ever seen.
“ you mean it? ” you ask with those doe eyes five loves with all of his stoic heart.
he smiles as he nods. “ i mean it. ”
you can just turn him into the biggest simp out there he swears.
just don't change because of him.
he loves you the same, you know that, don't you, sweetheart?
#yandere five hargreeves x reader#yandere five hargreeves#yandere the umbrella academy#request 🤍#I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH I FEEL LIKE IM ASCENDING OR SOMETHING#i was giggling while writing this#yandere five is a softie#FIGHT ME
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so if i told y'all that im thinking of writing for agent elvis would y'all slap tf out of me or what
#olivia's diary#no don't unfollow me you are so sexy aha#just came back to say this because i finished the series and i have like.... ten ideas-#I CAN EXPLAIN-#not really
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want to say again, i am not a native english speaker so if u ever see me fucking up, pls let me know! it'll help me improve and i won't be upset, i promise. <3
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thanks for the tag, darling! @emmymaehereeeeee
@austinstyles @sournatromanoff and everyone else who wants to participate!
Cell phone tag
Post a screencap of your lockscreen photo and a screencap of the last/current song listened on Spotify/YouTube, as well as the last photo of a celebrity that you saved in your phone. 📞
Thank you my darling @officialjanetsnakehole 💕✨
No pressure tags: @blue-aconite @bobfloydsbabe @endofdays56 @morninglesss @wkndwlff @jynxmirage and anyone else who wants to play!!
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March 6, 1974:
Elvis performing at Garrett Coliseum in Montgomery, Alabama.
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please don't harass me into doing part two's. i understand you like what i write, thank you, but sending me multiple asks and also trying to comment in those fics a bunch of times (spamming my work) won't do the trick.
i won't do part two's for fics i don't seem fit. yes, perhaps i will do part two's BUT for requests that weren't completed the way the one that requested it wanted to.
i love to write, it's the only escapade i have from reality so please, please, please, don't ruin this for me. thank you.
#again because ppl seem to not give a fuck!#im not joking i will block you if you keep doing this#it's just tiring atp
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another request! <3
how about a fic with some angst but with some fluff at the end with austin!elvis with a singer!reader who is kinda like polar opposite. like reader gets constantly in fights with the press or their own rep and the colonel bc reader is like doesn't like to have orders given.
like reader also causes controversy because reader struggles with drinks, like has appeared drunk on stage, concerts, interview, etc.
- 🌸
note: oh do i love me some polar opposite ships *rubs hands* let's get to work!!!
“ again? ” elvis asks, in disbelief, staring at you who is sitting on the couch of elvis' living room.
“ yep. ” you say, popping the last part of the word as you shrug.
you just told elvis your parents threw you out because of your drinking problem... for the sixth time.
elvis shakes his head, obviously disappointed; you couldn't care though, your head still hurted like shit.
“ doll, this is the... what? fifth-. ”
“ sixth. ” you correct him mid sentence.
“ sixth! ” he raises his hands as he sits across from you.
you sigh, rubbing your forehead as his scream got to your headache.
“ y/n, come on. ” he sighs. “ you have such a good potential, you're just-. ”
“ fucking it up? ” you ask, raising your head to look at him with your brows furrowed.
elvis sighs again, looking away.
you do the same.
“ look. you know you're welcome here... mama won't be glad though. ” he stands up, taking your suitcase with one hand as he walks up the stairs.
as you stay alone in the living room for a moment, you think.
elvis is kind of okay for doing this. you understand he doesn't want to, that he hates to see you all fucked up because you can't control your alcoholic habits.
you met elvis a year ago because of your agent calling the colonel for advice on how to shoot a star to the industry.
your agent met you as you oftlen sang on bars and in one of them, he seemed to be there. told you to sign a contract and you were signed to him and his company.
he knew from the moment you threw him a glass of wine to the wall (close to his head) that you were going to be a handful.
he just didn't expected you to still be one.
you had an amazing voice and had a brilliant mind to create music. sadly that had to come with the rest of you.
it wasn't until you got into a drug problem that your agent told you to follow elvis presley's shoes.
an all-good american boy.
you scoffed at the memory of your agent screaming at you all the reasons why elvis will be a star while you keep singing at cheap bars.
elvis knew from the moment he met you that you and him were going to be great friends.
you were funny, genuine and a little bit of an asshole.
“ good morning miss, elvis pre-. ”
“ ugh, god, if you call me miss again, i'll break your jaw. ” you said as you closed your eyes when the sun hit your face after a bad hangover.
“ y/n! ” your agent hissed at you while the colonel frowned and elvis chuckled.
since that day, you and elvis turned to be best friends. elvis would even dare to call you his crush.
he couldn't help it.
it started when you and him went to a halloween party with a 20's theme. he hates halloween... but for you, he wore a mask and went through it.
everyone were wearing the usual dress and suit, no one could've recognized either one of those people.
until you arrived.
in an scandalous dress, that revealed part of your chest and had a cut on the skirt so people could see your legs if you moved enough.
you arrived already drunk and a bit high so elvis wasn't surprised when he saw you giggling while dancing.
he still remembers, though, the way the light seemed to only make you shine even if a lot of people were around you.
you moved sensually, like an alfred hitchcock's femme fatale calling for men to kill, with your flushed cheeks thanks to the alcohol and your big pupils thanks to the cocaine you sniffed seconds ago.
you walked up to him, laughing and grabbing his coat with a surprising amount of strength.
“ no, no, y/n-. ”
“ oh, come on, it's a party, presley! ” you screamed as the band behind you played some music. “ you have to dance. ” you raised your eyebrows as you walked the both of you to the dance floor. it seemed like people noticed it because they made enough space for the both to be in the center.
elvis chuckled when you started dancing, couldn't help but to look at the way the dress hugged your body right before looking at you straight to your eyes.
“ i think i love you. ” he said.
you just laughed while making small circles in your place, your ears drowning elvis' confession.
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it was 4 am.
elvis licked his lips as he made himself a pb&j sandwich.
“ boo. ”
he turned, scared at the sudden sound.
you chuckled.
“ not funny. ” elvis grumpily said before turning to his sandwich again.
you made a face before walking up to him in your nightgown. “ damn, sorry, colonel. ”
elvis looked at you with a small smirk on his lips as he caught your mocking smile.
“ can't sleep? ” he asked, closing the sandwich and taking a bite; his back against the counter.
you shook your head, standing next to him. “ you? ” he lifted his sandwich, making you giggle. “ right. ”
silence engulfed the moment, neither of you uncomfortable.
“ so... ” elvis said when he swallowed the piece of sandwich he ate.
you looked at him, humming as an answer.
elvis liked your loudness, he admits, but he also liked when you were silent. although that usually meant you were drunk off your ass.
“ what you gonna do? ” he asked.
you clicked your tongue as you looked the other way. “ ah. there it is. that fucking question. ”
elvis shrugged, ignoring your blatant anger.
“ i hate when people ask me that, you know it. ” you said, trying to distract yourself, playing with the fabric of your clothing.
“ yeah. that's why i am asking you. i am not people. ”
you couldn't help but wince at that, closing your eyes.
you liked elvis, truly, but he could be, at times, annoying. he could get on your nerves.
“ still. ” you muttered, opening your eyes, still looking at the ground.
silence again.
“ are you drunk? ” elvis asked. you couldn't see him but you could already tell he widened his eyes and almost dropped his sandwich.
you didn't answer.
silence.
then a clink! sounded making you flinch and turn around quickly.
elvis' sandwich was all over the counter, the butter knife he used was on the ground.
“ jesus. ” he muttered, walking away from you.
you tried to keep up with him, a bit wobbly but you grabbed his waist when he was just about to go up the stairs.
“ elvis, calm down. ” you begged, afraid of gladys leaving her room and seeing the two of you. you were sure she would kick you out and with elvis attitude right now, he will support her too.
“ how the fuck do you want me to-? ”
“ with patience-. ”
“ STOP INTERRUPTING! ” he screamed at you, suddenly grabbing your hands before slightly pushing you back.
the both of you stayed still for a moment before you nodded.
“ sorry. ” you whispered as elvis shook his head.
“ n-no, i am. ” he sighed, closing his eyes for a second before looking at you.
“ no. i am sorry, elvis. ”
he nodded.
“ i am sorry for being a shitty friend. i am sorry for being an alcoholic... a drug addict. ” you felt the tears burning your eyes so you looked at the ground.
“ y/n... ” elvis whispered before walking up to you and hugging softly as he always did with you.
because, unconsciously, he knew that you needed people that cared for you so much they'd treat you like if you were glass.
because he noticed that you look for love. for attention.
and he would gladly always give it to you.
“ don't hurt yourself anymore, doll, please. ” he muttered against you, his lips brushing your ear as he caressed your cheek.
you closed your eyes, enjoying the smell of his clothes that smelt always like home... like him.
“ i just don't know how i can not hurt myself. ” you shakily whisper, afraid of elvis slipping away or giving up on you.
“ then i'll help. let me help. ”
you frantically nodded, laughing a bit when elvis chuckled at how cute your eagerness was.
how impulsive you could be.
“ thank you. ” you say as you break the hug.
elvis still has his hands on your arms, keeping you close.
“ why? ”
“ for not... ” you trail off, your lip wobbling as a tear runs down your cheek.
elvis immediately nods. “ i will never do that. will never abandon my best girl, ya' hear me? ” he looks at you, eyebrow raising at the question.
you nod before hugging him.
silence.
“ can we stay here? ” you whisper, grabbing elvis' shoulders as if it was him who kept you alive. which he was. “ for a bit, at least. ”
“ we can. ” he says.
you smile before closing your eyes and happily sighing.
you are not a psychic, neither is elvis. but the both of you could see a prosper future.
#request 🤍#austin elvis x reader#austin elvis imagine#elvis x reader#elvis presley x you#elvis presley x reader#elvis presley x y/n#elvis presley#elvis 2022#austin!elvis x reader#elvis film
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talking about your most recent fic
I love everything about it, also amazing portrayal of his pure anger- love love the use of the interactions between him and his mother and how she was pleading with him to just leave the girl alone. his belligerent anger was written so well, "she just needs more time," this going to sound so bad but the way that you made Elvis dehumanize the reader was so good, he didn't jump from fear to anger slowly it was a quick jump and it was written beautifully. I can clearly see the power imbalance between the two of them, once again amazing job :)
i couldn't answer this before because tumblr works like SHITE for me
BUT OMG you don't know how much this means because that fic was a disaster to write 😭😭😭😭 it's like the first time i try to write yandere in a more disturbing way ???? i wanted the readers to feel a bit uncomfy tbh and i am sooo glad that i could portray yan!elvis anger in a right way🙌
as always, your opinion on my work will always be appreciated and like my hubby says:
thank you. thank you very much. <3
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hello, hello, i am baaack!
so glad to know you didn't left tumblr after all, remember that we all love your work and we're happy to read it.
how you've been? i missed you.
🐿️ anon!
🐿️ anon!!! I MISSED U SM!!! i've been better BUY HEYYY OMGGG how you've been? how's college???
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wishing you nothing but peace and love honey. you've been on my mind a lot recently and I just wanted to check up on you. I hope everything is going well, I just want to apologize for not reaching out as much as I used to- I know I used to be always popping up and asking questions etc but I just wanted to let you know that I am still here. It has been an honor to watch you grow from the first story to your most recent ones, I remember when you first messaged me and how you were so sweet and kind-hearted and Livvy you still are. You have grown so much, you are doing amazing things. I am here for you when you need me and you know I am only a message away. I look forward to what you are to come up with next- but for now I will see you when I see you. i love you to the moon and back, sweet livvy bug!
thank you for making me feel like a proud momma,
xoxo
emmy mae
ilysm :(
can't describe how happy this ask made me.
emmy mae, you already know that you're my favorite author; this blog exists because of your work and your blog in general. you're such an inspiration and i truly believe many people will agree too.
thank you for supporting me and sticking with me.
love you so so so much, my dear.
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this man would own a chessboard with all the people he’s observed on it. he would be the king. if anyone would get on his nerves, he’d move one space towards them. if he finally lands on their spot, kicking them out of the game, his patience would be up, and he would go after them.
but then he’d do one with a romantic side. who talked to whom today? who does he think will get together? every ball or performance he would set them next to each other, and take them off the board once he was correct about a certain pairing (he ALWAYS was).
this is his entertainment. it’s his way to pass by time. gruesome, im sure, but it would just be so HIM. it’s dramatic, it’s unique.
but with you?
he’d put you on a special square. and he would count the days to prepare himself to reveal himself to you, taking one space at a time.
maybe, one day, you’d find his lair by accident. you’d find the chessboards, reaching over to your piece, and tinker with it. examine it for a while, and put it down. your queen piece right next to his brooding king.
and then, you were his.
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