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hey yall, i’ve noticed an influx of love on my post and everything and i wanna say thank you! if yall have any request or something, let me know

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it’s been some months since i’ve updated or anything but hey, lol!

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has one else seen agent elvis or been wanting to watch it ? i think it’s kinda funny and priscilla took part in making it so it’s kinda sweet

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LET’S PLAY HOUSE. | austin!elvis x black reader (part 5)

notes : “elvis wants to play house with you if you know what he means.”

extra notes : it’s been a good minute since i’ve updated our favorite almost couple. enjoy. also note this is probably a little longer than the other parts but hey, when i want to deliver, i want to deliver. it was fully finished at 2:10pm so if there are any typos, blame it on the lack of sleep lmfaoo.

it had been about a week since you had last seen elvis.

not being able to keep in contact with him kinda hurt but you knew that because of his career and all that, it would be hard. especially since you both left off on a rather steamy note.

elvis pressed his lips to yours as soon as you nodded your head to his request. he wasted no time placing his hands on your hips and gripping them lightly. he wanted to breathe you in so badly.

his tongue licked your bottom lip and you allowed him to slip his tongue in your mouth to mesh with yours. you didn’t know how you were managing to keep quiet because elvis was making you want to scream.

elvis pulled away, “gotdamn, you sure know how to kiss.”

“me? el, you literally took my breath away.” your hands rubbed his cheeks and pecked his lips, knowing that if you went in deeper, you wouldn’t come out. “i promised my momma i’d let you leave at a reasonable time so as much as i don’t want you to leave, you gotta go, baby.”

“man, my own love kicking me out. see, if we lived together in our own place, i’d stay in your arms as long as i wanted.”

“my own love.” was the thing that stuck with you the most.

you and elvis were never together like a couple but you definitely did things that couples did, especially when you were younger. the kiss that you and elvis shared as older adults made you wonder where you really stood with him.

you figured you probably shouldn’t dwell on it too much because you didn’t want to get the very wrong impression, even if you felt deep down that he liked you.

regardless, you moved on with your life and helped your mom with mending some clothes, a little side thing you did with her to make a little bit of money. she had asked you a few times about elvis but you hadn’t known much other than what you’d see on TV.

he looked like he was enjoying his life and you were happy for him.

the next week you found yourself back in the four walls of club handy, this time with a date who you actually enjoyed the presence of. terese was dancing on the floor to the new artist, little richard, who was making the whole building jump and jive.

“you wanna dance a little, y/n?” your date had asked you. “i can tell you like the music.”

“uh, yeah. i’m just not sure i can keep up with the music.”

“let’s just try,” he grabbed your hand. “c’mon.”

you allowed him to dance with you to the sound of little richard scatting. you actually did want to dance so badly, but with elvis. he was the only one who could actually keep up with you and the only person you really wanted to dance intimately with.

your date was a good dancer but he was no elvis.

while the music was still going and you were still dancing, you saw a crowd gather by the entrance of the club and a few regular-looking bodyguards making sure everyone was out of the way. you heard people shout out the one person's name who's been on your mind constantly and shook your head in laughter.

b.b. king made his way down to the mess of the dance floor and maneuvered his way through to get to elvis, finally freeing his from the mass of people and into a corner table.

elvis hadn’t seen you yet but you know terese saw him and made her way towards you and your date. “there he is, y/n.”

you rolled your eyes. “so? terese, i have a date tonight.”

“uh, huh. and you and elvis have some things to talk about, no?” now you wondered if telling terese about how you kissed elvis was a good idea. she usually just heard things and ran with them. you wouldn’t even be surprised if she told half the town by now.

you shot an apologetic smile towards your date and grabbed terese’s hand and led her to an empty table. “listen, you can’t say that stuff when i’m around a date! it’s so disrespectful.”

“so, it’s not like you even like him. you started eyeing elvis all the way up when he walked in.”

“that’s not even true, terese, you know that.”

“shoot, might as well be.” she saw you roll your eyes and giggled. “girl, at least talk to him. it’s not really far he left you hanging like that.”

“we ended on a mutual note, he didn’t leave me high and dry.”

“but i know you saw him on the tv. just admit you’re a little mad he left and didn’t bother calling.”

terese did have a point, even if she formulated it all by herself. elvis could’ve called or sent a letter in his between time. you just figured he would when he got the chance.

“ok, i’ll talk to him later.” you sighed standing up. you looked in the direction of elvis’ table and already saw him standing as well, making direct eye contact with you. “or now.”

he smiled a little when he looked at you, quickly trying to find his way through the heavy mass of people dancing to the singer on stage, a new kid sister rosetta thornton found. terese instantly snapped her eyes on him and left you to be swept off your feet again.

when he finally reached you, you didn't look up at him, you stared straight into his chest. "my eyes are up here, little lady."

you set your eyes up to meet his, “hello. nice to see you again.” you bit your lip shyly as if you hadn’t known elvis practically your entire life.

“hello to you too. how have you been, it’s been a while since we’ve talked."

"it has. i've been good, going to work and minding my own. how about you?"

he smirks a little at your response, thinking you were trying to take a jab at him even though you really didn't mean to. "you know, doin' a little singin' here, goin' on a few television shows. nothin' real special."

"hm, that's good for you. i'm glad you're happily doin' what you love." you nodded as the vibe of the music started to shift into something more slow. you saw couples all around attach themselves to each other and sway their bodies to the music.

you also saw your supposed date grab the hand of another girl and lead her to the dance floor. i mean, you can’t blame him. even if though he was a really nice boy, you and him probably weren’t going anywhere after tonight so you’re kind of glad he took matters into his own hands.

“well,” elvis somehow got closer to you and you hadn’t even notice. “seems like your date ditched ya.”

“that’s hardly what i’d call it.” you retorted.

elvis let out a sexy, breathy chuckle, “yeah, alright, love. however, i’m just itchin’ to get on the dance floor, care to going me?” he holds out a soft hand and you look at it. this could be dangerous.

but do you really care? no.

and that’s how you found yourself in elvis’ warm embrace, swaying back and forth to the very soft music floating through the air of the club. both of you said nothing, just basked in the moment because you knew it was going to be gone in a flash.

you wouldn’t know the next time you’d see elvis and he doesn’t know the next time he was going to be able to break away from his schedule to even think about calling you up. elvis tried not to think about it so much and rather just think about how he will be able to have you living in the same house with him, sleeping under the same sheets, and having his kids even.

but sadly, just as the music and the thoughts started - it all ended and you pulled away all too quickly.

“that was nice.” you muttered, looking around at the people kissing their partners and wondered if anyone had seen you and elvis. you doubted it since everyone was so into their partners but couldn’t help but wonder.

“it was, thank you for giving me that dance, doll.” he leaned into to you give you a kiss on your forehead before he glanced at the clock flashing 11:48 on it. elvis internally sighed, “and as much as i really hate to do this, i’ve got to go.”

you nodded your head, you couldn’t even look up at him, “that’s fine, you’re busy and you need good sleep. it’s alright.” you turned around to go and look for terese but elvis stopped you.

“but, i promise to call you, i’m serious.”

“elvis, i’m not going to be mad if you can’t call. i understand how busy you get and you can forget about some things. it’s alright.”

“no, i’m making a promise. a promise i want you to hold me to it.” he looked directly into your eyes and held your waist in a gentle but firm. for some reason, his blue eyes compelled you to agree. so you nodded your head and he planted a sweet kiss to your lips and vanished.

he was going to be the death of you, you were sure of it.

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get ready for something special y’all !

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Are you working on anything currently? ♥️

hi, love, and yes i am ! i honestly have been working on finishing “let’s play house” and starting a new series but you know i gotta pace myself, hopefully mid-day tmrw or tuesday i can have it out !

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Austin on the red carpet ✨

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austin looking good at the oscar’s “red” carpet… what else is new

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watching austin on hot ones was so comforting and him sniffling was a little too funny lmfaoo

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I’m glad you like the idea ml!!!! very excited for this series 💙

yes baby, i promise to start it as soon as i get back home

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ok so here’s my idea

Its kind of based off of dream girls, hopefully you’ve seen it😭 I was hoping for the reader to kind of be based off of Lorrell.

btw this could possibly be a series if you’re up to writing it, im not pressuring you into it though, whatever you come up with will be perfect

basically black!reader and elvis have been friends since childhood, (im kind of going off of your lph series a bit ITS SO GOOD) reader has always had a love for singing, (she would sing in church when she was younger), and she has two other friends that are girls and they soon hope to have their own famous singing group when they get older.

you can ofc create the character names, but if you’ve seen Dreamgirls I was hoping the three girls could be based off of Deena, Lorrell, and Effie.

back to elvis and the reader, Elvis has always had a crush on the her and they used always dance together (like in the lph series). you can go wherever you want with this little childhood friendship, you’re a great writer

so flashforward we’re in elvis’ hayride performance era, he’s already moved away and the girls have named their unknown singing group (preferable called the dreamettes like in the movie) and the reader is one of the backup singers. they occasionally sing at club handy (you don’t have to add this but I thought it would add a nice touch🤎)

you can add in an encounter between elvis and the reader at club handy if you’d like, they haven’t seen each other since childhood.

the group goes to a talent show and doesn’t win but someone talks to them backstage and gets them their big break to sing backup behind a singer. just like how the movie goes.

now I think we’re getting into the 60s? im so sorry if this doesn’t make sense😭😭

theyre doing good, and then all of a sudden when they release a song it gets stolen by white artists.

Elvis hears the song and recognizes it from the original black artists (aka the dreamettes singing backup behind a singer) and decides to go see them in concert to see the real deal. He takes a liking to the reader, (who’s coincidentally in the middle of the three girls while they preform and sing backup live) and senses a form a familiarity from her. He quite literally cannot take his eyes off of her.

Elvis keeps his eye on the group, and as we move forward a few months, The Dreamettes become their own solo act, The Dreams. They have their own show which Elvis and the colonel attend. The colonel approaches them after the show and offers them a deal, asking them if they’d like to sing backup for Elvis Presley while he’s preforming at the international hotel.

The girls are a bit iffy about it, ofc since they’ve just come out of being a backup act, but they still try their best to have their own preformances to make a bigger name for themselves.

You could make the reader and Elvis eventually find out that they were each others childhood crushes, and just show elvis being flirty as soon as the reader meets him when they agree to sing back up for him.

It’d be great if their chemistry as they work together was shown and how they soon find out their past they’ve had together, eventually falling in love all over again.

You could add angst, drama with The Dreamettes, or whatever you feels right! There’s many genres you could add into this so I’m very excited for it! That’s about it for what I have, im sure what you come up with will be amazing!!

did you happen to be a very famous novelist in your past life ? because you just wrote an entire film and novel in one request. this is PURE GOLD. i love it and of course i’m going to do this !! i cant tell you how much this is such a great idea.

and thank you so much for your kind words, i try my best hand at writing and hope it comes out as best as i think it up in my head.

i am for sure going to have to rewatch clips of dream girls cause whew it’s been a minute! i hope to start with this soon! thank you for this, my love !! 🫶🏾

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hi love are you taking any requests??? i have an idea for one

yes yes, send in anything you have !

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my mom woke me up to show me that austin was on the tv accepting his award.. she’s so real for that.

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happy new years to you all, may your year be full of well wishes ! 💞💞

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Sincerely love Let’s Play House, hope you can update it soon!! 🫶🏽

i’m so glad you love it, i’ve been trying to push myself to keep writing the next part so my account doesn’t die out because i really like where the story is going, but i am hopeful to update it before the new year !!

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CHRISTMAS WITH THE PRESLEY’S | a Let’s Play House drabble

a/n: a peak into their future with their children on christmas day. this is short cause it’s a drabble and i wanted it out before christmas day ended! enjoy and i hope you had a very merry christmas.

days like this were always the best.

snuggled up with elvis at your side, a steaming mug of hot chocolate resting in both of your hands, the rising sun on the horizon signifies that it’s finally christmas morning.

you were waiting for your two sons to bust into the room, ready to open their presents—their many, many presents courtesy of their dad and his friends.

“our 5th christmas together, i love it,” elvis spoke after taking a sip of his hot chocolate. “wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“i sure hope not,” you teased. he smiled and kissed your shoulder. “so, what’d you get me for christmas?”

“i’m not telling you until we all open our presents, but i can give you a hint.”

“then gimme it.”

he chuckled. “it’s something you’ve been wanting for a good minute.”

you pondered his answer for a second, “elvis that could be anything. i’ve wanted almost everything i’ve seen.”

“then you’ll just have to wait.”

you were ready to say something else but then your bedroom door burst open and in poured two 4 year old boys, ready to see what santa bought them. “mommy! daddy! it’s time!”

“alright, boys,” elvis stood up from the bed. “let’s gon’ and see what you’ve got! coming, mommy?” elvis looks back at you still sitting on the bed.

“right behind you.”