Elvis One Shots/Imagines

It's Called Rubberneckin' Baby - Elvis

A/N: this is one of my favorite Elvis songs and I just had to throw in a little one shot

It was 1956 in Memphis, and the sun was high above the clouds. You were at the record store, browsing for something to listen to. The plan of the day was simple, but you were excited. You wanted to sunbathe while reading a book and listening to a new record. You had the book, some romantic classic your mom loved called 'Emma.' You just needed music.

The door chimed in the story alerting that someone else walked in, but you paid little attention to that. Your fingers thumbed over a record when you saw a flash of pink walk by you. It was only then that you glanced up.

A beautiful young man, not much older than you, went to the corner of the store to browse. He was wearing slightly garish pink suit pants, with a short sleeve black lace top. His black hair was styled back against his head, but a few pieces fell to his forehead. You stared blatantly for what must have been a minute or two before remembering that you were in public and you can't just stare at someone because they're beautiful. But damn, he was handsome as can be. And that lace shirt showed just enough to tease, but enough to be decent.

The man moved around the store, picking up different records and humming along to stuff he recognized. He turned and glanced at you for a moment, and you busied yourself with whatever record was in your hands at the moment. He went to go around a corner, and you couldn't help yourself. You craned your neck to see him walk by, and were grateful at the sight. Those pink pants hugged him in all the right places. He had such a small waist and strong shoulders.

With a flash, the man turned around and bright blue eyes were staring right at you. You flushed, embarrassed to be caught staring so openly at a man. You replaced the record that you were holding and made to leave for the store. Right as you got outside, happy to have made your escape, the man stopped you.

He flashed a white smile that was a little lopsided and it made your heart melt a little. The mischievous look in his eye made you worry almost as much as you melted.

"Hey baby," he said in a smooth, deep voice.

"I-I'm sorry," you said, trying to cover for being such a creep. "I wasn't-"

He held up a hand to stop you. "It's called rubberneckin' baby, and that's alright with me."

"Rubbernecking?"

"Cranin' your head to watch someone. It's called rubberneckin'." He chuckled. "I don't mind. Don't go beatin' yourself up."

The flush that had threatened to come over you had completely devoured you, leaving behind a red mess standing next to a very handsome young man.

He stuck his hand out, "I'm Elvis."

"Y/N."

"Lovely to meet you Y/N," Elvis lifted your hand to his mouth and kissed your knuckles. With a wink, he said, "Anytime you wanna do some rubberneckin', baby, you can come my way."