Summary: Elvis invited you to his house for a joyful ride around town in his Pink Cadillac, where the two of you enjoy each other’s presence
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It was a sunny day in Memphis, Tennessee, and you found yourself standing in front of Graceland, the iconic home of the legendary Elvis Presley. Elvis had met you at Club Handy one night on Beale Street, that night he ended up inviting you to his house the next day. Little did you know that this visit would turn into an unforgettable day.
WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT, elvis blaming himself :( , mentions of the colonel, mention of drugs if you squint (not taken by reader), jealous elvis if you squint, this fic is mostly based on scenes from the movie, probably many historical inaccuracies, i imagine 60s - 70s elvis with this fic but you can honestly imagine whatever one, fluff i guess, bad english. That’s it. If there’s anything else lmk :)
Summary: Some say that elvis presley was the king of rock and roll. Some seem to forget the queen that ruled by his side. The one who he fell in love with.
Writing takes alot of time, so please make sure to support your writes by reblogging, and leaving feedback (likes are appreciated but they don’t do as much as reblogging) thats it, enjoy the read! <3
Elvis presley x oc!singer!reader (written in 2nd person pov, but reader has a name instead of y/n)
“SO WITHOUT SO much as a word to your daddy and me, you quit your job to go traveling all the way to Florida with this Colonel fellow that we have never met!” Gladys raised her voice.
You sat at the dining room table at the Presley home, with Vernon, Dodger, Dixie (Elvis’ girlfriend) and the band.
“Mama, its only four days.”
“Yeah! Four days and then what?” Gladys continued, grabbing a drink from the fridge.
Elvis sighed and sat between Dixie and you.
“I knew a fella once, got his record on the radio. It was all over in a flash.” Vernon spoke.
Elvis stood once again. “Mama, I’m just tryna take care of you and daddy. That’s all I have ever care about. I ain’t gonna let us get back to that place again where daddy gets in trouble with the law to put food on the table.”
“Elvis!” Gladys almost shouted. “How dare you. As the good Lord warns us, do no wear yourself out to get rich. Do not trust your own goddamn cleverness!”
Elvis sighed as Gladys slammed her apron to the floor and stormed into her bedroom.
“Elvis.” Dixie spoke up. “You’ve upset your Mama.” She nodded her head in the direction of the way the woman stormed off in.
The young man walked off after her.
Vernon took a sip of his drink and looked at you. “So, you going with?”
“Yeah.” She nodded. “E argued that if he goes, so do I. Daddy’s okay with me goin’. He trusts Elvis and well, we’re making enough money now and well, he never really wanted me to work in that diner.”
Vernon nodded slowly. He could never say much to persuade you, you weren’t his daughter. “I know you’ll keep Elvis in check.” He finally said. “Make sure he stays out of trouble, yeah?”
“Of course, Vernon.”
A couple days later, you stood outside the apartments, hugging your father who had taken the day off work just to give you a good goodbye before you left for a few days.
You also said a goodbye to Dixie, Dodger, Vernon and Gladys. All of whom reminded you to look after Elvis, however, they had all said to Elvis that he needed to look after you.
You hopped into the passenger seat beside Elvis and you smiled at each other. You were about to start a new adventure together and it would completely change your lives. You stopped, sang and were back on the road. Stopped, sang, back on the road. Stopped, sang, back on the road.
The four days soon turned into a couple of weeks. You found this life exhausting yet exhilarating. You loved performing and began to notice the difference between you and Elvis.
Elvis was attracting the girls, while the men were either jealous of him or they wanted to be him.
You were attracting all the men, while the girls were either jealous of you or they wanted to be you. Your style changed slightly, you began to look more ‘edgy’ to appear more mysterious for the men. This was a small imput by Colonel Parker but it seemed to do that trick as more men began to become interested. Your music also changed, it became more upbeat like Elvis’ but the lyrics were still somewhat controversial. Quite often, when you were on the road, you would be curled up in the passenger seat writing your next song.
As the tours continued, it was clear that Elvis Presley and Jamie Newburn were becoming fast rising names and were soon overtaking the main star of these tours. Hank Snow was starting to become agitated at the pair of you, as you were practically taking over his tour.
At night, when you stayed in motels, Elvis often found himself alone, missing his friends and family, missing Dixie. But he felt more lonely at the fact that the promise he kept to Gladys prevented him from having a good time.
Meanwhile, you (who was in the room right beside Elvis) also found yourself feeling lonely. Your father had suddenly become a lot more busy, he barely answered your calls and when he did, they were short. Men stood outside your room, just as women did outside Elvis’.
But what scared you was the amount of times men would try and break into your room. Until one night, one man did and almost immediately had you up against a wall with his mouth on yours.
Elvis had heard the commotion and the slamming of the door, making him run into your room, his band mates following right behind. The three men pulled the unknown man off of you. It caused a huge thing in the papers.
'Unknown man assaults rising star Jamie New’
Elvis easily persuaded the Colonel to let you stay in his room until the tour was over. He wanted you to head back home but you had made a promise to Gladys to look after him and you had to stay to do that. The night the assault happened Elvis found himself wide awake, staring at his motel door. His eyes wandering over to you, who slept in one of the twin beds, every once in a while. He was punishing himself for not doing a better job at protecting his best friend. He didn’t get any sleep that night and he told no one. He didn’t deserve pity after allowing that man to assault his best friend. His best girl.
On one car ride, you found yourself staring out of the window. You didn’t notice that in the back seat, Elvis had been offered a small drug to help him stay awake. But Elvis had never questioned it, he simply took it and looked at you.
He had noticed that you were a little more jumpy around men you didn’t know. You stayed back from the edge of the stage as men had began to do what girls do at his shows, a large crowd of men were now gathering at the edge of the stage in your shows. But you never let your behavior become too obvious and Elvis was unsure how to bring it up with you.
Soon enough, the Hank Snow show turned into the Elvis Presley and Jamie New show. Ever since the newspaper misprinted your name, everyone began to refer to you as Jamie New. You had lost the 'burn’ part of your name.
After one show, you had found yourself at one of the carnival games. You stood playing it when a man, around your own age, came over. He stood a little to the side and watched as you threw a ball, attempting to knock over the milk bottles. Unfortunately, you missed and so you sighed loudly.
The man, cleared his throat to get your attention. “You’re not throwing it right.”
You turned your head, making eye contact with the man. He was quite handsome and held a small smile on his face. “May I?” He asked, pointing to the ball in your hand.
You nodded and gave him the ball, watching the way he threw it and knocked over the milk bottles. “I think I got it.” You said, picking up the last ball. You threw it and jumped in a cheer when you knocked them over, then being handed a small stuffed bear.
“Thank you…” you trailed off, not knowing the mans name.
“Oh.” He blushed in embarrassment. “My names Adam. Adam Hanks.”
You smiled. “Jamie Newburn.” He chuckled a little. “I know, I-I watched your show. You’re a really good singer. I thought your last name was New?”
You shook your head. “Oh, no. It’s Newburn, misprinted in a paper and all of a sudden, it’s Jamie New.” The two of you began to talk and walk through the carnival, you had no idea that Elvis had been watching you. Of course, he was looking out for you. You were with an unknown man and he was worried, but he had noticed that the man was being rather respectful. He kept his distance, didn’t touch you in any way unless it was to make sure you didn’t bump into anyone and he seemed to be listening to you.
Elvis felt a rise of a feeling in his stomach, one he had only felt one other time in his life. When you had been asked out by a guy at your high school, you turned the guy down but when he heard the word girlfriend come out of the guys mouth, he felt the need to punch him and drag you away.
“Hey, E.” You smiled, walking up to your friend, the man trailing behind. “This is Adam.”
Elvis reluctantly held his hand out for Adam to shake. “Nice to meet you, man. I’m Elvis.”
“I saw you singing.” Adam smiled, taking Elvis’ outstretched hand. “You and Jamie are amazing.”
“Thanks.” Elvis replied simply.
sensing the slight awkwardness, you looked around for something fun to do. “Hey, come on, let’s go in the house of mirrors.” Your band mates suddenly appeared, having had the same idea as you. The small group made their way in, but somehow, Elvis and you became separated from Adam and their band mates.
“Lost?” A voice rang out. Elvis and you looked over your shoulders, your eyes landing on the Colonel in the many mirrors that surrounded you.
“Colonel Parker, sir.” Elvis said, almost waking into a mirror before a cane came out and tapped him on the shoulder. The pair of you turned, now facing the man. Elvis gently placed his arm around your shoulder, mainly to give him something to lean on. “You two look lost.” Colonel chuckled.
“I guess we are.” Elvis chuckled along, his arm become slightly tense around your shoulders.
“The roar of the crowd. The life on the road. And then calling home to your loved ones, pretending nothing has changed, when everything has.”
Elvis felt you slip your hand into his, he gave a small squeeze to it. “Yeah…” Colonel continued. “Lost.” Elvis shook his head a little. “I’m sorry, sir…I-I meant that we don’t know the way out.” Colonel stepped towards you. “Yeah, that is precisely what I am saying. I…I saw you, apart from the others. Burdened. Like you don’t know how to get out of this. But I do.”
The man turned and opened a mirror, looking back at the pair.
“Allow me to show you.” You and Elvis looked at each other before deciding to follow the man. Elvis removed his arm from your shoulder but kept hold of your hand. “Creatures of the carnival. And I am one myself. Its where I learned the art of the snow job.”
“Snow job?” You questioned the man.
The Colonel nodded. “Yes. It’s like the trick you do with the wiggling, getting all the girls hyped up, or-or the mysteriousness Jamie gives to get the guys to empty their wallets and leave with nothing but smiles on their faces.”
Elvis shook his head. “We’re no tricksters.”
“Yes you are. All showmen are snowmen.”
Soon the three of you were sat on the ferris wheel.
“Your future, Mr Presley, Miss New, blazing before you.” You wanted to correct the man but he continued without allowing you to interrupt, “recording contracts, television, even Hollywood.”
Elvis broke into a small smile. “You’re great, Colonel. You are the best person I could ever hope to work with. You know, this is something I ain’t said to nobody before…but I believe I can be great too.” He glanced at you, who sat beside him. “Especially with Jamie at my side.”
“Oh, no doubt.” Colonel agreed. “But we could be even greater together. But to achieve this, I need to represent yo- both of you, exclusively.”
You furrowed your brows. “Exclusively? Sir, I-we don’t follow. What about Hank Snow?”
“Hank. Yes…He sent me here to fire you both. Hank wants you off the tour. So I will have to leave Hank. We all will have to make sacrifices. We will need a record label with national distribution.”
Elvis looked at the man shocked. “RCA?”
The man thought for a moment. “RCA.”
“Sam Phillips discovered us.” You spoke.
“I know. But we have a way to help Sam understand that it will be foolish of him to hold you back. Every man has his price. Its just business. Show business. To achieve truly great things, one must make great sacrifices. You will both have to be free of any entanglements. You see, my boy, show business is snow business. And the fans need to believe that you are both always available. Then, we will need your parents legal commitment. They may need a bit of convincing themselves.”
“Colonel, I wasn’t foolin’ when I told those other kids I was gonna buy em’ a Cadillac one day.” Elvis said. “My boy.” The man chuckled. “With me, you will buy them two Cadillacs.”
“Two? A hundred?”
“Two hundred. A thousand.”
“A million.”
“An aeroplane.”
“How about a rocketship?”
Elvis chuckled. “Well, maybe not a rocketship. My mama don’t like me to fly. But me, I-I always wanted to fly. Fast.”
You smiled at his words words. “Faster than the speed of light to the Rock of Eternity.” You had heard him say the phrase many times before.
“What?” The Colonel questioned. “To the Rock of Eternity?”
“Captain Marvel, Jr.” You said, “Elvis’ favourite comic book hero.”
“He flies.” Elvis added.
“And what about you, Mr Presley? Miss New? Are you ready to fly?”
Elvis and you looked at each other, while the latter was more reluctant, you knew you couldn’t fly without Elvis just as he couldn’t fly without you. The pair of you nodded, “we’re ready.”
“At some point, Elvis and Dixie must have had a little spat, although I have no idea what it was about. Elvis would not sit in the car with us at the movie and left the drive-in unannounced. Gene, Dixie, and I later drove home and found Elvis sitting on Dixie’s front porch. He had hitch-hiked all the way back to South Memphis and was waiting on Dixie to get home…”
he was so young and so in love 😭 ♡
(excerpt and photos from ‘Unlocked: Memoir of Elvis’ first girlfriend’ by Dixie Locke Emmons”)
Summary: A young girl named Candice (candy for short) has a criminal lifestyle all thanks to her gangster bf, drugs, alcohol, you name it. Her mother, Kathy, sings for Elvis Presley. Ever since Candy was 8, she has known him, but as the years flew by and her behaviour worsened, Elvis noticed. He couldn’t let this happen.
Warnings: drugs, mentions of guns, doing illegal stuff at a young age. Age gap between Elvis and Candy.
Sweet like candy and sour like toxic waste. Her toffee coulered hair and her emerald green eyes. Candice, she was. But she was known as “candy.” She was a good girl. She had a healthy household and a good mentality. She was a kind eight year old girl who would never break any rules. She was a daisy fresh girl that would parade around in pink summer dresses as her caramel hair was decorated with pearl white bows. She would send a bright light into her mother’s eyes as she would dance and sing around the house. Her purity was precious, and her softeness was fragile. Whoever was in her presence would feel her heavenly energy radiating from her golden heart like a force field. She would sit in the garden, buried in the floral flowers and thick grass. She would return to her house after a day of playing with the neighbourhood kids. She would smell like the fresh summer air, and her hair would be messy like medusas. Her mother would have to spend a good half an hour every night, picking little flowers and twigs out of her hair.
Her mother, Kathy, was one of the background singers for Elvis Presley. She was known for her high-pitched singing. This meant that candice would often see and stay with Elvis if her mother was busy. They would have Christmas dinners every year and bbq’s every summer. She would spend nights at Graceland with Elvis’s daughter, Lisa. They would play together every day. Lisa was five years younger than her, but that didn’t stop their friendship. If only she stayed little forever.
Candy’s innocence was preascious, but she would soon unfold the hidden and dark truths of the outside world. It was only a matter of time.
Candy was now fifteenteen. Her life was great, she was still pure and happy.
She walked in the school corridor. Her black school shoes clicking against the shiny floor as she held her books over her chest. She was very pretty, but she remained in the shadows. She stopped once she got to her locker. Her fingers fiddled and twisted the lock until it clicked and opened. She placed her books neatly in her locker before shutting it.
She was startled when she felt a large hand lay on her shoulder. Her body turned, and so did her head. To her suprise, she was met with Miles. He was one of the most handsome guys in the school. He was seventeen. He was dark-skinned. He had dreads that hung over his forehead, and his body was inked out with tattoos. He was a gangster. He was in a gang, a pretty famous one. He was a Blood. His gang had been having a war with The Crips for the longest time. It wasn’t unusual to hear occasional gunshots coming from Miles’s housing estate. He always carried a gun with him, so it was no suprise that Candy could see a huge bulge just above his belt line.
She felt her face heat up as she looked at his figure. She had always liked him, but this was the first time that she had spoken to him or even been this close to him. His dark brown eyes shot her down as an alluring grin plastered over his face. His cheeks dimpled at the sight of her.
“Well hey lil mama.”
He said with his deep raspy voice. Candy tried her best to regurgitate a word from her cherry red lips but her body kept on denying her. He looked at her up and down with the same grin.
“You don’t talk much. Don’t worry, imma make you scream my name tonight, I’m throwing a party. You better not miss it.”
He said as his eyes turned dark and menacing. He placed a peice of white paper in Candy’s hand with the info for the party scribbled onto it. He walked away and disappeared with his group of gangster friends. Candy was just left gobsmacked as her bambi eyes stared at the note in her hands in awe.
The evening
Candy was standing infront of her mirror, holding up two party dresses that she had found. One of them was a bright tropical orange that was studded with shiny fake diamonds. It was quite short in length but it was pretty. The second one was a baby blue that had white glittery trims. It was thrilly at the bottom and almost childlike. She turned around and threw the blue dress on her bed before getting changed into the orange one.
She looked at her reflection with a smile on her face. It hugged her figure perfectly. It tucked in her baby fat and exentuated her pre-mature hips. It travelled to the middle of her thighs, making her sun-kissed legs more prominent and sexy. She sat down in front of her vanity before doing her hair and makeup. She went for a classic 60s double winged eyeliner with pastel orange eyeshadow. Her hair was in a beautiful blowout, making her look godly. She began to pack some things in a small handbag that she had ‘borrowed’ from her mother. She put some spare makeup into the bag and some other random things. She looked into her reflection one more time. She knew that her mother wouldn’t let her go to the party, especially dressed like this at her young age. But that’s why she wasn’t going to tell her.
After successfully sneaking out and arriving at the party, she walked up to the entrance. It was a house, bright neon lights shot out of the windows and music blared. She walked in, and her eyes widened. Many teens from her school were there. Some of which were aggressively grinding on eachover. Ew. She pushed and shoved past the hundreds of intoxicated people as she pulled a face. She soon saw Miles, he saw her too. His tall figure made its way towards her until he was towering over her. He was wearing blue jeans that were kept in place with his designer belt . His plane white t-shirt added to his handsomeness. Without warning, he bent his head down until his alchohol drenched lips met with her pretty red ones. Her eyes widened, but she didn’t pull away. The smell of his cologne and the taste of the alchohol only made her want more. He pulled away and looked at her pretty pink cheeks as his hand was kept secure on her small waist. Candy looked up at him with a gleam in her eye. Pink love hearts fluttered around him in her vision.
“Glad you made it, I was boutta go out lookin’ for you.”
He said before taking a puff of his hydroponic weed. Candy smiled at him before her wandering eyes watched him blow a cloud of smoke from his plush lips. It smelt very earthy yet strong. He looked at her as a smile formed on his lips. He stook his hand out, holding the spliff, waving it in her face.
“You want some?”
He asked. Candy looked at it and then back up at him.
“Oh, uh.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
He said before shoving it between her lips and watching her inhale it. It left a slight burn as the smoke travelled through her throat and spread across her lungs. She breathed it out smoothly. Suddenly, she felt her tense muscles loosen and her crossed arms unfold. She smiled at him, her eyelids dropping ever so slightly. Miles looked down at her with a grin.
The night unfolded, and so did Candy. Her layers pealed off like pretty fragile petals. She sat on Miles’s lap on a sofa, away from the other drunkards. She was smiling and laughing, talking and giggling. The neon lights felt like epileptic as the music sounded like white noise. She could feel her blood rushing and her heart beating as she chatted with Miles. His hands stroked her thigh as she threw herself over him like a ragdoll. Her lipstick was smeared, and her eyes were bloodshot. It was truly a euphoric feeling as the weed dripped into her brain gradually. This was the day when she knew that Miles was the one, her one.
She stumbled into her house, barley retaining her balance as she did so. She kicked off her heels. Her bloodshot eyes scanned the house before she stumbled to the stairs. She was on all fours as she tried to climb the stairs, which seemed like Mount Everest to her. She finally made it to her room and threw her body onto the bed as she turned numb. Her eyelids drifted shut as her body powered off. All of the neon lights, music, kissing. It was all gone. Everything was black.
From that day forward, she would go out every night and become one with the druggies and drunkards. She would run away until the dark night with Miles. She wouldn’t go one weekend without plastering her ass all over miles as her intoxicated brain shut down. She would give men butterflies as she batted her cartoon eyes. They would smoke, drink, and steal. She was scandalous and evil. She would look for trouble and get high for free, street walk at night and a star by the day. Candy had turned into a monster, all thanks to Miles.
Candy walked to school with Miles, of course. She hugged his waist as his had slung over her shoulders. She looked down at the gun that was tucked into his belt. Her eyes shifted back up to him.
“I like how ya carry that gun, its sexy.”
She said with a cheeky grin. He looked down at her with the same grin.
“I need it. Anyone could shoot me right now, I gotta be ready.”
The thought of him getting shot and dying never really occurred to Candy. It was always overshadowed by her love for him. On occasions, he would have to dress himself in all black and grab his gun before leaving a party. He would say,
“It’s just business that I need to fix.”
Candy knew what he was doing. She just pretended not to hear the gunshots that echoed through the cold, damp streets.
She looked at him.
“Well, let’s hope they don’t shoot ya-”
She said before she was interrupted by a car honking. Both of their eyes shifted to the expensive cadillac. Candy’s eyes scanned the inside of the car. The window rolled down to reveal Elvis. He was dressed rich as always, and he was wearing his signature sunny’s.
“Get in this car, Candice.”
He said sternly. Candy looked at him through her furrowed brows.
“I’m clearly busy. Sorry.”
She said with a slight sass in her tone. Miles and Candy carried on walking until they were stopped again.
“Candice, I said get in car, now.”
Elvis said, slightly raising his voice.
“Ok, gosh.”
Candy said as she rolled her eyes. She got on her tiptoes and placed a sweet kiss on Miles’s lips before getting in the car. Elvis began to drive at a fast speed.
“So are you gonna tell me why I’m in your car, or what.”
She said. Elvis looked at her before shifting his eyes back to the road.
“We need a little talk at my place.”
He said. His voice was hauntingly raspy. She decided to shut her mouth as she could see his fury building.
She walked into Graceland as Elvis followed. It was amazing as usual. The diamond chandler and the pure white carpet gave life to the house. Elvis escorted her over to the living room. He pointed his finger towards the sofa, urging her to sit. She did just that.
Elvis pulled a stool out and sat directly in front of her. His eyes shot her down as she was left confused and a little intimidated.
“Ok, so.”
Elvis said. Her bambi eyes stared at him in curiosity as she sat put on the comfy sofa that wasn’t so comfy under Elvis’ glare.
“I need to talk to you about your behaviour these last few months.”
Her brows furrowed as she looked at him through her eyelashes.
“You’ve started to become one of those naughty kids. It ain’t a good look, doll.”
She looked at him and pulled a face before crossing her arms.
“Don’t be like that, you know I’m right. You’ve been doing some bad things, don’t think I don’t know. I see you with that gangster boyfriend of yours smoking. He’s a bad influence on ya, doll.”
Elvis said as his head moved from side to side in disapproval. She looked at him, her jaw wide, and her feelings offended.
“My boyfriend is not a bad influence!”
She snapped like venom.
“He is. Ever since you met him, you’ve been drugged up or doing some stupid shit with him. It’s not healthy.”
She swallowed harshly at his words. Her crossed arms relaxed as her brows downturned. Her fingers entwined with eachover, like a knot.
“He is a good guy. He just likes to have fun.”
She said quietly as she broke eyecontact. Elvis leaned forward, his eyes scanning every small detail of her face.
“It won’t be very fun to see him shoot someone with that damn gun that he carries. He’s in a gang goddammit! You ain’t safe with him, sweetheart.”
Elvis said harshly. His breath hit her face.
“He loves me, and I love him. That’s all that matters.”
She said as her eyes looked into his. Elvis’ head shook once more as he kissed his tongue.
“I’m just trying to help you. Your mother is worried about you, and quite frankly, I am too.”
Elvis said softly. His tone was much more relaxed. She looked up at him, her words ripped from her voice box. She didn’t say anything. She knew that he was right. She couldn’t fight the truth.
“I want you to stop seeing him.”
Her heart shattered like glass as her veins burst, making an opening in her little grey heart.
“No! You ain’t my momma!”
“Your momma is the one that wanted me to say this to you. Listen, if you don’t leave him… then you’re coming to live with me. That’s final. Don’t even try to argue because your momma has agreed to this.”
She was too stunned to speak. A single tear rolled from her doll eyes and down her soft cheek. She looked at him in disbelief before standing up and leaving. The door slammed, and Elvis was left in the empty house. No noise, no people, just him. He stared at the spot that She had previously been sat in. He felt bad for her, but how else was she gonna change her ways.
The following school day
Candy walked hand in hand with Miles. Making sure not to let him go. Miles kissed her forehead as they walked. She looked up at him with a shimmer in her big eyes. Her eyelashes batted as she admired her boy, her gangster. He smelt of weed and alchohol, but that was the smell of love. She loved him, and no one was going to come between that, not even Elvis. She loved him with every inch of her cocaine heart. She loved his white powder lines and his collar greens. She loved his money and his gifts. She loved his AK-47s and his pistols. She loved him. They walked out of the school as the bell rang. She was following him like a lost puppy, as usual. She was like his shadow. He gripped her hand tightly as they walked along the sidewalk. A big smile was plastered on her delicate face. That same smile that lightened the sky up when she was a little girl. She looked up at him before placing a candy sweet kiss on his cheek that had a teardrop tattooed onto it. He looked down at her, his head bent down towards her face.
They were both suddenly interrupted by a loud car engine, moving dangerously close to them. Their heads turned to face the Cadillac. Candy’s eyes looked the driver in the eyes. It was Elvis. She rolled her doll eyes and crossed her arms as she watched him get out of the car in a fit of rage. He looked scary. His fists were clenched, and his teeth were grinded. Miles looked him up and down before chuckling.
“Get in this goddamn car. Now.”
He grunted as he took a step closer. She looked at him before looking up at Miles.
“No!”
She said as she stepped closer to Miles. Miles looked at Elvis before letting a laugh escape his mouth.
“Calm down, old man. You ain’t gonna talk to my girl like that.”
He said. His laugh was overshadowed by his anger that was slowly building up. Nobody was going to talk to his baby like that, not even Elvis Presley. Elvis scoffed before grabbing Candy’s arm tightly. His grip was harsh, almost bruising. He dragged her towards the open car door. Miles looked at him in shock before reaching for his gun that was hidden in the waistband of his pants. But it was too late. Elvis had already shoved her in the car and sped off. Miles looked at the car as it drove into the distance. He felt a piece of his heart plummet into the depths of his soul. He let out a sigh as he stood there alone.
Meanwhile, in the car, Elvis was raging at Candy. His loud menacing voice was almost deafening.
“I told you that you aren’t allowed to see that fucker again!”
His voice echoed around the car.
“You can’t just stop me from seeing my boyfriend!”
She shouted back as tears escaped her glassy eyes. The salt water glistened on her cheeks, illuminating her face in the hot sun rays. His large hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. Long veins coursed through his hands.
“Well, you know what’s gonna happen now.”
He said through his American white teethe. She looked up at him, her brows furrowed and her lip pouted.
“You can’t just make me live with you. You can’t just take me away from my family!”
She shouted.
“Oh yes, I can. Don’t you know, your family are the ones that agreed to this. I’ll teach ya a goddamn lesson.”
She looked at him with her puppy eyes as warm salt water fell from them. Elvis always cared about Candy. He always had a soft spot for her. But she needed to be taught a lesson, and Elvis was the right person to punish her.
Graceland
Elvis gripped her arm harshly as he practically dragged her into the house since she was refusing. He let go of her once he closed the door. He threw his keys on the table and walked into the living room. He turned the television on and placed his jacket on the sofa. Candy stood there and looked at him curiously. He turned around to her, and his gaze softened. He slowly walked over to her before wrapping her in a big hug. His cologne lingered in her nose as his delicate touch softened her core.
“Aww, im sorry, baby. But you know that I have to keep you here, it’s a request from your parents. Don’t be upset.”
He pulled away slightly to look down at her. His fingers ran through her soft, feathery hair as a soft smile played on his face. He leaned down and placed a kiss onto her forehead. Leaving behind his love. He held her hand softly before leading her upstairs.
“Come on baby, let’s get you to your new room.”
He said before opening the door to one of the guestrooms. He stepped inside with her. She looked around in awe. It was so pretty. It was painted pink and lined with dove white. It was girly and meant for a queen, like her. It was almost as if he had this room just for her. She walked over to the bed and sat herself down. She looked up at Elvis, who had a fatherly smile on his face. He sat next to her and draped his arm over her shoulder. He looked deeply into her eyes.
“Look, I know you will miss ya boyfriend, but you’re gonna have to get used to it. You ain’t gonna be seeing him again.”
He said sweetly. She looked into his eyes. A look of sadness washed over her face like a tidal wave. Elvis’ finger carresed her cheek softly and tilted her chin up towards him. His touch was heavenly, and his love was unearthly.
“Don’t be sad, baby, I’ll take good care of ya. I promise.”
He said as the pad of his thumb played with her lips. She looked at him, and her eyes scanned his face.
“You’re safe with me. Trust me.”
He said before he got up. He tucked a hair behind her ear and placed a kiss on her forehead. He smiled sweetly before leaving the room. She watched him leave, and a smile cascaded her face slightly as some of her sadness washed away.
The next morning
Candy’s eyes dwindled open as the sunrays played in her luscious hair. A warm summer breeze blew over her face, sending cherry blossoms through her veins. Elvis sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at her with a smile. He was in a silk robe that let just the right amount of chest hair escape. His jet-black hair was messy.
“Good morning, doll.”
He said. His morning voice was croaky and deep.
“Good morning, Elvis.”
Candy said back before she yawned and stretched. She was so cute. Her hair was tangled, and her cheeks were puffy and pink. Elvis smiled.
“What would you like for breakfast?”
He inquired as his fingers played with her hair. She looked up at him with her glistening eyes.
“Can I have some cereal?”
She asked politely.
“Of course, baby.”
He said before standing up. He walked over to the door and stopped in the doorway. He turned around to look at the sleeping beauty.
“I’ll call you when it’s ready.”
He said before his shadow disappeared. Candy looked at the empty door way with her wandering eyes.
She sat in the dining room. She ate the rainbow cereal in silence. Elvis sat across from her and ate a pb&j sandwich. His eyes looked at her. She was so pretty in this state. Sun shining on her sun-kissed skin, pearly beady eyes, fresh and clean. She was like a dream.
“Is it good?”
Elvis asked.
“Mhm, very.”
Candy said as she continued to eat. Elvis smiled slightly. He watched Candy finish the cereal. He stood up and picked her bowl up. He looked at her before bending down to her and wiping her milk moustache off with his hand. She giggled as he did this. He chuckled before walking over to the sink and placing the bowl in it. He turned back around to look at her.
“I want ya to go get changed. I brought you some dresses since you are staying with me. I wanna see how ya look in em.”
He said.
“Ok.”
She skipped up the stairs and into her room. She rummaged through the closet and pulled out a short white summer dress. She put it on. It perfectly exentuated her tanned legs and hugged her small waist. She went back downstairs to Elvis. He looked at her before a smile played on his face. His eyes wandered over her body before he commented.
“Ya look so pretty. My, my.”
He said as he scanned the dress. Candy smiled slightly. Elvis was always close to her, but something about him just made him husband material to her.
“Thanks”
Candy said as she felt her soft cheeks heat up. Her fingers played with the soft thrilly ends of her dress. Elvis walked over to her until he was just inches away. His big hands found themselves around her waist, slowly wandering down to her hips. His alluring eyes looked down into her pretty beady ones. Candy’s heart began to race.
“I don’t want ya to ever think about that Miles guy, ya have me.”
Elvis said in a raspy, low tone as his hands rubbed circles into her waist. She looked up at him and nodded in agreement. Elvis’ face slowly inched closer to hers, almost as if he was going to kiss her. That’s exactly what he did. His soft lips met with hers. Candy’s heartbeat slowed as the world around her went silent. She felt as if time had stopped, and it was just her and Elvis in the world. Elvis’ hands moved up to her face, gently cupping it as their tongues danced around eachover. She felt her eyes drift shut as they carried on. The summer breeze blew through the window and blew their hair back. The floating orbs around them became visible in the sunrays. Candy’s hands moved to Elvis’ neck, and she played with his black hair tactfully as they kissed. The birds sang a sweet melody, the war in Candy’s mind ended, and the knot in her stomach undid itself. She kissed him until she saw stars in her eyes. He kissed her until his lips beckoned to be let go.
Can you do one where Austin takes you to the BAFTA awards it’s your first red carpet and everything..until the after party where after a while austin notices you fell asleep 😴 while at the table during the party takes you back to the hotel after a long night.
summary: austin takes you to your first rver red carpet event as a public couple and now that you think about it, you were more nervous than you thought you would be …
pairings: austin x reader
warnings: anxiety, fluff !!
authors note: ITS BEEN A WHILE! but im back and hopefully for a while. life has been so stressful lately but writing helps me cope so here i am, i hope you enjoy this! thank you for the request!
Hi there. I was wondering if you could write about mafia austin!elvis. Where the reader (female) is young and naive. Her, older brother who is around 10-15 years older than her maybe was employed by Elvis, and always comes home bruised up. Her brother tries to hide the fact that he has a younger sister from Elvis because he doesn't want her to be tainted by any means. One night the reader finds out what her brother's line of work actually entails, she decides to confront Elvis herself. This then leaves Elvis obsessed with the reader and causes him to take drastic measures to have her all to himself. You can decide how this ends based on what you're comfortable writing.
Warning: Emotional manipulation, Obsessed Austin!Elvis, Mild smut, Naive reader ( reader’s 18, Elvis is 31, Mark is 33), Mention of death, Near death experience, Blackmail, First kiss. ( if my maths is wrong you can correct)
Summary: life was looking up, your brother and you lived in a big house, no longer striving for food but it was beginning to come with a cost.
It all started when your father passed, you were 15 then and your mother walked out long before he died, it was just you and your brother Mark. It was rough the few years he died, you lose your house, and barely eat and Some of your dad’s friends would help before they decided they had done enough and kicked you two back into the street
Pairing: Elvis Presley x Female Reader x Memphis
Mafia
Characters: Elvis Presley, Female Reader, Jerry
Schilling, Red West, Sonny West
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 2919
Summary: Never bite the hand that feeds you.
Tags/Warnings: Reverse Harem, Married Couple, Series of Oneshots, Non Chronological
Order, Graceland, POV Second Person,
Attitudes of the Time, Oral Sex, BSex, Vaginal Sex, Penetrative Sex, Group Sex,
Extra Marital Sex, , Foursome F/M/M/M, Multiple Partners, Semi Public Sex, Kissing,
Kisses, Neck Kissing, Cuddling, Vibrators, Sex Toys Squirting, Creampie,
Accidental Cream Pie, Dom/Sub, Dom Elvis, Teasing, Wife Sharing, Reverse
Harem, Established Relationship, Marriage, Reader and Elvis are Married, Angry
Elvis, Dubious Consent
Notes: Please be aware the consent factor of this is v dubious so please don’t read if that’s not for you.
I think there’s only a couple of parts left
to this. This bit is set just before last past the post.
‘Would ya look at
that?’ Elvis cooed, making you smile bashfully as his camera panned down your
body. You were splayed on the bed, laying against Jerry whose cock twitched
against your back despite the fact you had just worked him to completion, the
taste of him still on your lips. Sonny was knelt beside the pair of you, his
cock begging for your touch even though he hadn’t asked for anything yet. You
could tell he was desperate for any inch of relief, having watched you and
Jerry for the past knows how long but since your little outburst about them
being grateful he’d been on his best behaviour and so remained patient with
you.
‘E,’ you said,
though your ability to string a coherent sentence together melted away as Red’s
tongue flicked over your clit sending a shiver through you. ‘That’s it baby,’
Elvis as you squirmed against his friend’s touch, ‘damn you ever seen a prettier
sight?’ ‘Not a one,’ Jerry
chuckled, allowing your hand to grip his own as you moved your hips against Red
thrilled by the sensation. With a chuckle he looked down on you, smirking as he
said, ‘are you enjoying yourself princess?’ ‘Damn right,’ you
panted smiling back at him before you looked at Elvis. The camera was still to
his face but you could see him smirking as he filmed.
‘You want it to
feel even better mama?’ he asked, making you nod, ‘Red man hang on. Son, get
that box from over there on the counter would ya?’
As Sonny clambered
off the bed Red pulled back making you almost whimper at the loss of sensation
though you couldn’t help but be intrigued as the brunette came back, kneeling
beside you with a white cardboard box in his hands. You pushed up a little,
Jerry helping you move but not pushing you away so you could peruse whatever
Elvis had purchased. Sonny opened the box revealing a long white stick
shaped object with a large circular head, attached to it was a wire and plug.
‘You like it?’
Elvis asked, the camera was away now beside his leg as he looked down at
you. ‘What is it?’ you
asked, your fingers trailing against the smooth plastic curiously. ‘A personal massager,’ Elvis said, ‘well
that’s it’s official name but they don’t tell you where it’s supposed to massage.’ ‘Oh and are you
gonna massage me?’ you teased looking at him
as he smirked. ‘I thought they
could,’ he said, ‘see what can make you cum harder, them or that machine.’ ‘Is that a
challenge?’ Sonny chuckled. ‘I think it’s a
decent one,’ Elvis shrugged, ‘one of you will have to bow out though. Need
someone for the uh, massaging.’ ‘I’ll do it,’ Jerry said, taking the
box from Sonny’s hands, ‘besides I don’t think my legs are workin’ just yet.’ ‘She got ya good
huh?’ Elvis smirked. ‘I think if she’d
asked for my wallet after I woulda given it to her without a thought,’ Jerry
chuckled, making you giggle. Whilst Sonny got the thing set up Jerry shifted
you both to the edge of the bed, allowing for the boys to stand beside it. Both
were at full mast, watching you as they waited for Elvis to get himself into
prime viewing real estate.
‘You ready?’ Jerry
asked looking at Elvis behind the camera as he nodded. Jerry nodded and flicked
a switch on the new toy in his hand allowing a whirring sound to emit
throughout the room. You felt yourself flutter at the thought of it and as he
looked down on you he smiled placing the vibrating head of the thing against
that spot on your neck that always elicited a moan. As it pulsed against your
sensitive skin you felt your cunt pulse in response, a moan emitting from you
without warning.
‘Fuck honey,’ Elvis
said, ‘that feel good?’ ‘Feels amazing,’
you breathed as he moved it, rolling it against your skin until it was against
a nipple, forcing it to harden in response to the tantalising touch it was now
receiving. You could feel your desire for it building, spurred on by the fact
all four of them were watching you lustfully. Not to mention the idea that
they’d watch the footage back at some point. You could picture them now, on
tour squirreled away in some hotel room as they looked back at your escapades,
desperate to get back home for more. Yet your mind was pulled away from that
fact though as you realised Jerry had worked the toy far enough down your torso
that it was skirting along your hip bone, dangerously close to your sex. He
didn’t move it any further though instead he pulled it back for a moment making
your eyes fly open in protest as you smacked his thigh making him chuckle. Then
without warning he placed it against your cunt and flicked the rolling button
with his thumb causing the once low vibration to whack up to full speed
emitting delectable sensations against your clit and causing you to bury your
head into him as you squirmed.
‘Holy shit,’ you
whimpered as he fiddled with the dial moving it in rhythm with your hips. ‘Fuck that’s hot,’
Sonny said, his hand coaxing himself as he became impatient just watching but
still tried to be good. He didn’t even leap forward as you expected when Elvis
said, ‘I think you boys better get at it. I don’t think she’s gonna last long
with that thing.’
Instead he allowed
Red to push past him, moving until he was standing at the edge of the bed
between your splayed legs. You could feel him teasing your hole with his tip
but your mind was on Jerry, the way his movements caused shocks to run through
you – this new addition to your little quintet a delectable one.
‘Fuck that feels
good,’ Red grunted as he bottomed out, altering the sensation in a way that
made your eyes roll back to your head. He felt good inside, the way he moved
against you as the vibrations caused tremors through your pussy. ‘Nice and slow man.
Work with it y’know,’ Elvis said as he moved the camera down to where the pair
of you were fused, Red moving in and out of you at your husband’s requested
pace as you took him expertly. ‘Fuck I’ll do anything
that thing wants,’ Red panted, ‘got her clenching around me like a vice.’ ‘Is that right
baby? That thing doin’ as it should?’ Elvis said, moving to lie down beside you
making you smile at him. The camera was now on your face only, something you didn’t
think would make for such tantalising TV when he watched it back but from the
look on his face as he watched you you realised it would do the job. Just as
the idea of him thinking of you in some hotel room somewhere made your cunt
flutter once more. ‘Oh it’s doing what
it’s supposed to,’ you giggled, reaching out to touch his face. He moved to
kiss your fingertips, his hand keeping the camera steady to keep you in frame.
You wanted to kiss him but he was too far away and when you moved it caused the
vibrator to shift in position making you stop as it hit a sweet spot spurring
you onto the finish line quicker than you planned. Elvis noted the change and
moved to capture your entire body as he coaxed you on.
‘You gonna cum
honey?’ he cooed as you panted. ‘Oh God,’ you
whimpered as he used his free hand to caress your chest, his finger pinching
your taut nipple as he did. ‘That’s it baby.
You gonna cum on Red’s dick?’ he said as you nodded, ‘soak the bed like you did
last time?’ ‘Oh fuck E I’m
gonna cum,’ you said as Jerry revved the engine on the massager making your
vision blot out as you came. It was like a tsunami crash over you, your cunt
spasming against Red as you shook the electric waves flowing through you in
tremors as you crashed back down to earth.
‘Fuck, fuck,’ was
all you could mumble as your pussy tremored, fluttering around Red who seemed
to have amped up pace somewhere in the ecstasy. But as you came around from
your high you reached a limp hand to the device, pushing it away as its
presence now was making you tender. Jerry noted your response and pulled away
but Red kept going. ‘Jesus Y/N,’ he
grunted as he ploughed into you, making your tender cunt flutter again. ‘I think she’s done
man,’ Jerry said as your words failed to come. ‘Yeah just a sec,’
Red said obliviously as he chased his own high. ‘Okay that’s
enough,’ Elvis said, glancing at you now too spent and weak to string
your own sentence together. ‘Just one more
second,’ Red grunted. ‘Red pull out,’
Elvis said in a voice stern enough to cut through your orgasmic haze. He wasn’t
looking at you, his gaze on Red who was still moving against you. ‘I will I just-’ ‘I said fuckin’
pull out,’ Elvis said shoving his friend hard but it was too late. As Elvis
pushed him back you felt hot thick ropes of cum wash inside you, spattering the
outside of your cunt as he failed to pull out in time. But you didn’t have time
to say anything. Where the pair of them had been standing beside you they were
now gone, Red up against the wall with Elvis pinning him to it.
‘What the fuck was
that?!’ Elvis shouted, shoving Red hard enough you were sure he would have
welts on his bare chest. ‘I’m sorry man I
thought I-’ Red stammered. ‘What that you’d
cum in her? That it?’ Elvis snapped. ‘No it was an
accident,’ Red protested, his face going fire truck red as he tried to speak.
Sonny was by their sides in a shot, trying to aid his cousin as much as he
could. As he moved you did too but Jerry stopped you, grabbing his discarded
shirt that lay nearby on the bed so you could clean yourself up before you
rushed to help. ‘EP he didn’t mean
it,’ Sonny said though Elvis hands didn’t lessen their grip on Red’s shoulders,
his knuckles white as he held him. ‘I don’t give a
fuck if he meant it or not. You know the fuckin’ rules! I told you one fuckin’
thing and you couldn’t help yourself-’ Elvis shouted though he stopped as you
shoved yourself between the pair of them, your eyes on Elvis’ face as you
pleaded to for him to look at you. ‘Elvis stop,’ you
begged, ‘please baby.’ ‘We have rules,’
Elvis grunted, ‘I’m the only one… you know that.’ ‘I know, I know,’
you said, placing your hand on his arm trying to get him to let go. ‘Satnin,’ he said
angrily. ‘I know baby but
please don’t hurt him,’ you said pleading with your eyes, ‘you don’t want to
hurt him just let him go okay? For me?’
Elvis’ eyes were
near black though there was no lust behind them now, just pure anger, but as he
looked at you they softened, your pleading eyes melting him just enough to make
his grip on Red release. Then his hands dropped to his sides and he stalked off
back towards the bed sitting on it with a thunk as he looked away from you all.
The four of you shared a look. Red looked shaken and Sonny didn’t seem any
better.
‘You boys should
go,’ you whispered, pleading they’d listen and not try to talk him around. You
looked at Jerry, your eyes begging with him to take charge. He nodded,
gesturing for the boys to head out through the bathroom which they did,
disappearing behind the door. Then you watched as Jerry, who’d managed to get
his shorts on at some point in the chaos, gathered the heaps of clothes and
tucked them under his arm. Before he left though he offered you your robe
smiling at you sympathetically as you took it and slipped it on before he
headed out the same way the boys had gone, closing the door softly behind him.
Once they were all
out of the room you turned to find Elvis still sitting on the bed, facing away
from you though you could see the scowl on his face. And for a moment you
hesitated. You knew it wasn’t your fault and that he wouldn’t be angry with you
but you wondered how your defence of Red had been taken. It wasn’t that you
thought his actions were defendable, but you just wanted to stop Elvis from
doing something stupid. After a moment you spoke, ‘baby?’ ‘You should’ve let
me kill him,’ Elvis mumbled bitterly, making you sigh. ‘And what good
would’ve that done?’ you asked moving to stand in front of him. He allowed you
to stand between his legs, your hands on his face as he looked up at you hurt
in his big blue eyes. ‘He violated you,’
he said angrily. ‘It wasn’t like
that,’ you said, swallowing thickly. It was an angle that you hadn’t thought
about it from and it wasn’t one you wanted to either. ‘Whatever it was,
we had an agreement. All of them know the rules. They know their place,’ Elvis
said. ‘He got carried
away,’ you said, climbing onto his lap and kissing him, which he allowed you to
do. His expression softened with you in his arms but you could still see the
cogs whirring in his mind. It was something you didn’t want him dwelling on.
After all, this had all been your idea. A bit of fun, yet now it wasn’t feeling
that way and so you made an attempt, albeit a lame one, to distract him.
‘You know I got a
little carried away too,’ you said earning yourself a half-hearted smile. The
pair of you were quiet for a moment and then he sighed. ‘I don’t know why
you’re making excuses for him,’ he said. ‘Because this was
my idea,’ you said truthfully, making him frown, ‘and I don’t want you falling
out with your friends because of me.’ ‘Oh honey I don’t
blame you,’ he sighed, brushing your hair off your face as you bit your lip
nervously. ‘Don’t you?’ you
asked doubtfully. ‘No I don’t. I mean
how could I? We’ve been doing this for how long and Jerry’s always listened.
It’s just him,’ Elvis grunted, dropping his gaze as he fiddled with
the tie on your robe. ‘Well now they all
know how serious it is I doubt it’ll happen again…’ you said before adding
hesitantly, ‘unless you want to drop it altogether?’ ‘I don’t know,’
Elvis said honestly, his blue eyes finding yours as you gnawed on your lip
nervously. You were disappointed, sure, but not because of stopping. You’d
always known it wasn’t going to be forever and if it had to stop you would let
it. You weren’t upset because of that. You were upset because this whole idea
had the potential to cause such trouble. That your wantonness had come between
your husband and his closest friends. ‘If you do we can,’
you said. ‘Do you want to?’
he asked. ‘Honestly?’ you
asked, earning an expectant expression, ‘no but only because I don’t believe he
did it on purpose. Not really. And up until now it’d been going really good I
mean I’ve loved seeing you in charge like you have been-’ ‘Fat lot of good it
did,’ Elvis said, ‘couldn’t even get him to listen to me, could I?’ ‘Well I think he’s
learned his lesson, don’t you?’ you said making Elvis roll his eyes. ‘I guess you’re
right,’ Elvis said. He was quiet for a moment, mulling everything over in his
mind and at that moment you wondered if stopping might be the best thing to do.
You were convinced it wouldn’t happen again, the boys weren’t that dumb, but
still you wondered. Maybe it was time to get out now before anyone got
hurt.
‘We can carry on,’
Elvis said after a minute, ‘if you’re happy to.’ 'I am,’ you said,
finding the words tumbling out of your mouth before you gave them permission
to. Sure you had doubts but there was also something else, something stirring
inside you that you couldn't quite put your finger on. You thought it
might be the thrill of it. The fact you had gotten used to how exciting your
life had become with this arrangement. But as you looked at him you realised
that wasn’t the case. It was that through this whole thing you had felt more
loved than ever and that was something you weren’t quite ready to give up
yet. 'Okay,’ Elvis
nodded, 'I mean it might take me a minute to forget about it.’ 'Well there’s no rush
for anything else,’ you said, 'it can just be you and me for a bit.’ 'You think we
remember how to do it just us?’ Elvis mused kissing your jaw. 'Oh I think we’ll
manage,’ you giggled trailing your hand
down his chest as you placed your forehead against his, ‘now how about I show
you how good that personal massager is?’ ‘Nah,’ he chuckled,
‘I’ve already got my own.’
All of the below are stories that major on a Tommy Shelby x fem!reader pairing. If you like a dark!Tommy, you can find a number of stories like that in my Corrupt A Wish masterlist.
Stories marked with 🔞 contain smut or adult themes.
ugh naming one-shots is the bane of my existence. I’m terrible at coming up with titles.
Hello! I am back! not that I ever left, but I’ve been on a bit of a writing break the past few weeks - not intentionally I might add, so I am mighty pleased to be *inspired* and writing again. Much more in the pipeline coming soon, but first, a fun little smutty 1973 vegas one night one-shot!
warnings: 18+, p in v, oral (v receiving), mirrors… that’s it folks, short and basic but hopefully still hot! this doesn’t feel super elvis-y to me but i think that might be the self-doubt creeping in after it being so long since i last posted (i hope)!
For the prompt: “No. Don’t talk to her like that.“
pairing: 1973 Elvis x female reader (note: photos below are from the stax studios sessions in memphis July 22nd about 2 weeks before the vegas dates this fic is set in, but if he was willing to wear velour in tennessee in july, I don’t see why not in vegas in august).
