Just a bunch of imagines about the King, Elvis Presley. I have read another compilation of imagines and that inspired me to write one too. Thanks to @applehead7122009 for the inspiration. Let me know how you like it!
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"Thank you, thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen! It's been a pleasure to perform for y'all! I hope to see y'all again very soon!" Your boyfriend, Elvis Presley, gets off stage, running towards you, kissing you passionately. "Baby!!" He exclaims, holding you close to his body. "You were outstanding, Elvie!" You tell him, smiling excitedly. "Thank you, sweetheart. Have ya seen mama and daddy?" He asks you, looking around for his parents. "They're still in the audience, I think. Want me to go get them?" You ask him in response, slightly pulling away from him and willing to get back out there and look for your future - hopefully - in-laws. "Please, honey. I'll be more than happy if you do so." You nod and kiss his lips again before rushing away into the crowd, looking for Gladys and Vernon Presley, while your boyfriend goes to his changing room to calm down.
"Mister Presley! Mister Presley!" You yell, hoping to get Vernon's attention. He is mentally sleeping, you can see that, so you think about another way. "Mama Gladys!! Mama Gladys!!" Then, the beautiful lady with the porcelain skin looks at you. "Y/N! Where's my boy?" She asks, so you take her hand, then you pull Vernon's jacket. "He wants you both in the changing room! Follow me!!" You lead them backstage, then to Elvis' changing room. You knock on the door, smiling at him as he opens. "Mama! Daddy!" He welcomes his parents in, hugging his mother very tenderly, while his father pats his shoulder. You make your way inside after closing the door, sitting down on his couch and looking around. "How d'you like the show?" Elvis asks, removing his neckerchief and placing it on the rack, beginning to unbutton his shirt while looking at you and smirking, very mischievously. "I liked it, boobie. You always make me laugh so much while on stage!" Gladys speaks, coming to sit next to you. "Well, ma', if you thought about how many people wanna put me behind bars for that!" Elvis responds as he goes to the bathroom, since he does not want to be seen undressing by his parents.
"Are you thinkin' 'bout comin' home with us, Y/N?" Elvis' father asks you, but you shake your head. "I- I don't wanna disturb you, mister Presley... I'll take a cab home..." You reply, blushing, while Elvis comes out of the bathroom in his 'normal' clothes - a pink short-sleeved button-up shirt and a pair of black pants with a white stripe on each side. "A cab? Nah, honey, I'll take you home." He says, brutally sitting down on your lap. "Elvis!" You giggle, since you are so tiny when compared to him. "Hmm?" He asks, turning his face towards you, making the sassiest face he could ever do. "You're adorable." You reply, hugging him tightly and laughing with him, before whispering in his ear. "Are you sure you want to take me home? I- I don't want your parents to see the trashy house I live in..." Elvis laughs a little and kisses your cheek. "Don't worry, baby. I don't care about what they say. I love you, and your house is beautiful." He smiles, making you feel better.
A few weeks later.
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