——————— PINKALICIOUS
I was sitting on the chair next to my vanity and undoing my curls while listening to my records.
Getting ready was important for us girl, I mean to look good and pretty. Today I picked to wear a pink swing dress and pared them with my saddle shoes.As I was looking at myself in the mirror I could see my pink room in the background and it made me smile, I loved pink ever since I was a little girl, some people said I was a pinkalicious girl, and I thought it was cute. Before looking back at myself I saw someone at my window.
To my surprise it was Elvis.
"Hey little mama" he said while coming in and giving me a kiss
"Hi beautiful" I told him, he loves when I call him beautiful instead of handsome. As I pulled away to finish my make up, I can see that he was wearing a pink button up and black trousers to match it which made me giggle cause we were matching.
Elvis and me loved matching and we loved making each other happy. He came behind me and dragged his arms around my waist.
"You wanna do something fun?" He asked while kissing my shoulder, "Yeah, surprise me?" I answered. At this point I was done with my make up. He grabbed my hang and pulled me out of the house. When we were outside he opened the door of his pink Cadillac for me to get in.
He was the cutest boy ever ♡゚
After a few minutes of driving, we got out of the car to a drive in movie, all I wanted to do was give Elvis a big hug, he knows me so well, I LOVED drive in movies. I ran to him and gave him the biggest kiss ever which sorta turned into a make out for about 10 minutes.
"My pinkalicious princess" he told me before he started getting ready for the movie.
Hey guys, it's roseatedesire here, sorry for the short story I didn't know what to write but I might write tomorrow, and so sorry for the huge break from writing I was just busy and trying to recover from Lisa Maria's death (I miss you beautiful 👼🏻) and I didn't feel like writing but yeah, I hope you guys liked this 💋💋
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𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙩 - elvis presley
Fanficelvis x fem reader What am I? What is he? What will we be?