Elvis One Shots/Imagines

Milkcow Blues Boogie - Elvis

A/N : super small cuteness

You shuffled past the collection of witches, pumpkins, and a strange looking vampire in the direction of the snack bar. Your Dorothy Gale costume was a little short for your comfort, and you found yourself pulling at it with each turn. The red shoes sparkled on your feet.

The music was loudly pouring through the room, lights flashing as men and women danced excitedly to the music. Your friend had dragged you to this party, and while you were excited to be there, a flicker of anxiety ran throughout your chest. So you leaned against the wall near the snack bar, shoveling pretzels into your mouth as you watched.

A few men came over laughing loudly and covered in a fine layer of sweat. They grabbed a few snacks and went back to the dancing with their arms lifted proudly. One stayed back to take a swig of the punch, leaning his head back to expose a tanned neck. You assessed him and his costume. He wore a set of devil horns on his head and a comically large mustache on his lips. The rest of his costume seemed to just consist of a trench-coat and black suit pants.

Your brows furrowed as you looked at him, completely puzzled at what he was supposed to be. He seemed to notice your stare and blue eyes looked up to you, his lips turning into a smile.

"There's nothing place like home," he said with a breath laugh, taking another swig of his drink.

"What are you?" You finally asked, having to yell over the music.

He spread his arms open and smiled widely, "I'm the Devil in Disguise!"

Your brows went up and you let out a laugh of surprise. He smiled proudly and took a playful bow as you continued to giggle at the ridiculousness of it all. He laughed too, set his glass down, then offered a hand to you, "dance with me!"

"Oh I couldn't -"

"Dance!" He insisted.

You set your little plate down and took his hand as he pulled you into the crowd. The music was so loud you could feel the floor rumble beneath your red sparkly feet. The man's hips were already moving side to side as he walked with you, and his fingers kept twiddling like he was about to play an instrument.

"C'mon!" He yelled over the drums. He held his hand out again, asking you to take it. When you hesitated, he urged again, "oh c'mon little mama!"

You smiled at that and took his hand, giggling when you pulled you in close to his chest. His breath was hot and his touch was gentle. You put a strange amount of trust in him, knowing he wouldn't do anything without your consent. His eyes were blue and full of excitement as the music thrummed throughout the room.

He took your hands and placed them on his chest, "just relax, okay?"

You nodded, a little weary but full of this nervous excitement. It was as though his touch was a strange sort of electricity. He began to shake beneath your touch, he moved as the music told him. It was shaking and he couldn't stay still. The little mustache fell off one side of his lip and he laughed loudly as he tried to fix it. He wrapped an arm around your waist, and twisted the both of you to the song. Your feet lifted from the floor for a moment and you let out a surprised gasp.

You were nervous but there was also this feeling of indescribable joy. You danced with him, moving your hips and letting yourself fall against this man. It was like you could be a true kid again. You shook with a laugh as your braids flew around your head.

"Yeah!" He was excited now, moving around the space of the room with a variety of dance moves and shakes. It was like a silly wiggle and you watched him eagerly as he moved.

When the song changed, He went to show you a foot shuffle he knew. You were laughing as he put his hands on your hips to move you in the right direction. It went on like this for what must have been thirty minutes as different songs from the record came on and required different tricks that he just knew. The two of you barely spoke, instead just dancing and laughing to each song.

As it started to go to a slow song, the two of you went back to the snack bar for refreshments. He took a long swig of his cup and you laughed loudly when his mustache fell inside.

"Oh!" He touched his upper lip and laughed in surprise, looking to you.

"Follow me!"

You went towards the restroom after grabbing your purse. He followed after you.

"I have some eyelash glue," you said as you shuffled through the little bag.

"Thank you," he smiled, his breath uneven as he looked at you. He was taller than you realized. Maybe it was the light of the bathroom and the loss of the loud music that drowned his voice. He was handsome, with pink lips that parted with a little smirk as he looked at you. "I'm Elvis."

You smiled, "I thought you were the devil."

"I forgot my disguise is in your hands."

"I'm Y/N." You said as you applied some eyelash glue to the mustache.

"Now, I thought you were Dorothy," he said, leaning his hip against the counter and looking down at you. "Seems we both forgot."

You got on your tiptoes and pressed the mustache to his upper lip. He smiled as your fingers brushed his skin, hot beneath your touch. Elvis lifted his hand to meet yours, taking your hands and kissing each of your palms while looking at you directly.

"Pleasure to meet you."