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We can't be friends

PAIRING: Luca x black!reader

SUMMARY: Everything is going great - until it isn't.

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

TAGS: @emjayewrites, @joannasteez, @worldwidehoodrat, @guccitearzz, @eddiemunsonreader, @penny44224, @saltandsassafrass, @undiscovered-readings, @plutoruins, @pantherxrogers, @need-me-then, @unforgetable-fics, @blackreaderatrisk, @battinsonrobs, @celestianstars, @a-lumos-in-the-nox, @blckgrl-sunflower, @nastyvamps, @incorectly, @punnani, @beyondthecloudz, @worldwidehoodrat, @chiimeraluvvr

A/N: I decided to give this another shot after all the love I received from Anything for You; you guys seemed to love it and I appreciate all the likes, comments and reblogs (and new followers 😉) that I've gotten so far. I hope yall like this one 🫶🏾

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There had only been a handful of times Luca could say that he was genuinely interested in another person. He’d had a couple hook-ups here and there but never anything serious. But the truth is, Luca had never met anyone he could really connect with outside of physical or sexual attraction until you.

It wasn’t that he didn’t find you attractive, it was quite the opposite actually – you were attractive in every sense of the word. Smart, funny, super talented and he’s pretty sure you have the most beautiful smile he’s ever seen in his life. Ever since that night you both went to the hospital after your knife incident, parking lot hangouts have sort of become your thing. You’d either grab dinner and eat in his car or go back to either of your apartments to make dinner instead. It was dangerous territory and Luca was breaking every rule he ever set for himself about dating coworkers – except you weren’t dating, you guys were just…friends.

But he wanted to be more than a friend to you and he knew that came with too many implications given that he was technically your boss. He didn’t care so much about what people would say about him, but rather what they’d say and think about you. Luca knew how difficult it was for you to have even gotten to this point and it would break his heart to have people reduce you to just some girl who fucked her way to the top.

He had come to terms with the fact that hanging out with you outside of work was a bad idea. So, he decided that he’d keep it strictly professional but you weren’t making it easy. When he told you he couldn’t hang out with you for the first time, he watched your smile slowly fade but you had tried to play it off, saying “That’s okay, I’ll see you tomorrow” – but when tomorrow came he had slipped out of the restaurant without you even noticing and that continued until it had been two weeks since you both hung out. Things slowly became awkward between the both of you. Not so much because of you, because despite his sudden distance you had tried to keep things friendly in hopes that he'd get out of the funk he was seemingly in.

Luca sat in his apartment, trying his best to keep his mind from wandering to you. On a night like this you’d both be sat on the floor brainstorming recipe ideas, cookbooks thrown carelessly around the room, something baking in the oven while something else cooked on the stove.

Luca smiled to himself; he didn’t even mean to. He missed you but he knew calling you would be a bad idea and showing up to your apartment might be an even worse idea; plus, the damage was already done. He was sure you hated him after this, he couldn’t remember the last time he saw you smile or laugh in the last few weeks. It made him feel a small sense of pride that maybe he played a part in your usual cheerful demeanor but also made him feel like an asshole for not even giving you an explanation for basically ghosting you. But what exactly was he going say?

“Hey Y/N, I can’t hang out with you anymore because I think I might be in love with you”

Absolutely not.

–

He absolutely hates me, you think.

Luca had suddenly grown distant. It started with him making excuses for not being able to do your nightly hangouts and then that turned into him just not speaking to you. At the very least you thought you and Luca had gotten to a point that you could confide in each other. So, whatever was going on with him, he could tell you and you were pretty sure you’d be able to understand. But to completely cut you off, it must be something serious.

You think he might have met someone. Something that started as a silly little joke in your head but quickly turned into a very real possibility. Luca wasn’t really open about his past romantic relationships, or any relationships for that matter and you were okay with that. It really wasn’t your business if he wanted to date someone since you guys were just friends.

Except you have a not so little crush on him; actually, you have a massive crush on him. In your defense, how could you not? Luca had been such a constant in your life for the past year that it felt like the worst kind of betrayal when he just stopped talking to you. Outside of the fact that you liked him a little more than you’re willing to admit, he really is one of the best friends you’ve ever had and you think he owed you some sort of explanation for how we was behaving.

After a long day at the restaurant, you decided to clock out a bit early. You headed to the locker room to change when you noticed that someone was already there. You could make out the figure of someone standing shirtless in the corner of your eye, and it didn’t take you long to realize that it was Luca; you’d recognize those tattoos anywhere. You tried your best not to stare, but you’d never seen him without a shirt before and you don’t know why you never thought that it was very likely that he would have more tattoos than the ones you saw scattered across his arms.

The slam of the locker door made you look away quickly. It didn’t take long before Luca got dressed, packed up and left. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he hurried just so he wouldn’t need to be in the same room as you – but he wasn’t getting away with it this time. You grabbed your bag and headed to the door as you messily stuffed your dirty apron in your backpack. You could see Luca far ahead of you moving towards the parking lot down the street; you had to jog just to catch up with him. As you rounded the corner, you saw him digging in his pockets for his keys.

“You’re in a rush”

“Jesus fucking Christ!”, Luca almost jumped out of his skin at the sudden sound of your voice.

You stepped back a bit, “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you”

Luca couldn’t believe you were standing in front of him, let alone speaking to him.

“No, it’s fine. I – “

“– Have I done something to you?”, you interrupted, “Because if that’s the case I feel like I deserve to know”, he couldn’t look at you.

“Listen Y/N, I’m – “

“Don’t say sorry. Please don’t say you’re sorry because I know that you’re not. Not after the way you’ve been treating me for the past few weeks. Look, I know that you don’t owe me an explanation for anything but I feel like I deserve to know why you’re being an asshole to me…”

Luca looked visibly flustered; his face started turning red as he tried to get a word in but you were relentless in telling him off.

“Y/N…”

“Because I don’t deserve this, I thought we were friends… I – I thought we were cool only for you to ghost me and then not even have the common decency to tell me what the fuck I did wrong”

“Y/N… please I can explain “, he could see that you were in distress, your brows were furrowed in the same way it would be when you couldn’t get a recipe right and your eyes held a certain kind of sadness that he wasn’t too fond of. You were looking him dead in the eyes, as if telling him to go on, to explain himself. He looked at everything but you, struggling to get his thoughts together and how to articulate this in a way that wouldn’t make him seem insane or make you feel even worse.

“I’ve umm… I – I don’t think we should be friends”

And there it was – words you never thought you’d hear from Luca. You felt your heart breaking in your chest and tried to stop the tears that were forming from falling.

“Wha–Oh…”, you slowly started to step back, “… I – I’m sorry. I didn’t know, I didn��t – didn’t realize”

Luca’s heart dropped to his stomach; what the fuck was he doing. He watched you as you tried to process his words, you seemed to have gone through every emotion in a matter of seconds and he immediately wanted to take it back; but there wasn’t a chance to. Before he could say anything else you had backed away and left the parking lot. Luca stood there for what felt like hours trying to come to terms with what just happened. Why would he say that? What the fuck did he just do?

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You couldn’t go home, not yet. You needed time to process everything that just happened. You had walked along the pier trying to clear your head but it didn’t seem to be working.

I don’t think we should be friends.

Every time you thought about it you felt like crying again; it was embarrassing. How could you have possibly wanted more? You were stupid to think that Luca could feel any way about you beyond what it already was; and even that was a lie. You knew better, you've always known better and that's why you always kept your distance from people. Not having too many friends or allowing anyone to get close to you, but he did. Luca saw a side of you that not even you knew existed. And now he wanted nothing to do with you – how fucking stupid of you.

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incorectly · 10 months

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Anything for You

PAIRING: Luca x black!reader

SUMMARY: You’re a chef at Noma who’s grown close to Luca. One night, a little kitchen accident makes you realize just how much he cares for you.

WORD COUNT: 1.7k

TAGLIST: @emjayewrites, @joannasteez

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I haven’t written anything in ages and it just goes to show THE POWER this man has (I refuse to be ashamed though). Please know that is probably a one off fic, because I don’t trust myself to have the will or discipline to make this a series lol. Also, I’m just tagging the people I know will read this shit and probably like it. So…. yeah. ENJOY!

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Today was hell.

The moment the restaurant opened everything descended into chaos. Bells ringing, kitchen staff yelling, orders flying in left and right, there was no point in the day that you even had a second to think. No thinking, just movement – cut, chop, dice, sauté, seer, base and again and AGAIN!

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incorectly · 1 year

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PERFECTION 🤌🏾💕 as always

Hi love your stories!! Do you have any more??

Summary: When a news outlet puts out some compromising pictures of Austin and his co-star, you could feel yourself wanting to crumble. And in your time of need you turn to four of the people who know you best.

Contents: Pretty good amount of angst. Sad and worried reader. Introduction of reader's friends. Mentions and insinuations of infidelity. Supportive friends. Eventual fluff toward end.

Pairing: Austin Butler x Black Reader.

A/N: Hello beautiful humans. I hope you're all doing well. I figured that we haven't had a good taste of angst yet with our lovely couple. So here's a sample of more to come. I hope you all enjoy. Side note: A debrief on the friend group will be posted separately for fun.

And thank you anon for your sweet message. This is dedicated to you :) Happy reading.

Much Love *hugs*

" Maybe this isn't what it looks like babes. They're probably just hanging out as friends." Your friend, Beatrice, reasoned from her spot on your couch trying her best to diffuse the impending situation.

A snort could be heard from the love seat across from her, " Yeah right. Fat chance. The proof is in the pudding. And by the looks of it, the main ingredient is deceit. I really don't know why we're even considering the latter." Alana, your other friend countered making sure to point feverishly at the images shown on the iPad you were holding.

" Because she loves him Alana and this is about the last thing you'd wanna hear about your boyfriend while he's thousands of miles away in a different country." Beatrice snapped not really liking how seemingly okay her friend appeared with just writing off their friend's relationship.

Alana went to raise a pointed figure but was stopped, " Alright guys let's take it down a couple notches. Okay? " Your bestfriend Phoebe proposed earning two nods and a begrudging whatever. " No one can be for sure what the context behind these pictures are. Let's just try and piece together what we're for sure we know." She said turning to look at you next to her.

Even between all their bickering and antics. You still hadn't let your eyes stray away from the pictures displaying on the screen. You felt sick at what you were seeing.

What were you seeing?

There were three pictures.

To the average person what it looked like was two people, ( possibly lovers or possibly friends) lying together on a blanket, on a beach, enjoying each other's company.

But to you what it looked like was, your boyfriend and his co-star whom you'd before caught mindlessly flirting with said boyfriend, lying both their sweaty half naked bodies together. Closely on the beach.

When you'd been out this afternoon taking Magnus for a walk around the block while you thought of different things to bake for Austin when he got home for a upcoming filming break. You'd gotten a text from your co-worker pretty much saying that she didn't know that you and Austin had split. And that she was here for you if you needed.

Laughing it off as a weird random idea, you replied telling her that not only were the two of you still together. But you were also doing quite well as a couple.

After that text you just continued to stroll along in slight uneasiness, until minutes later her text of the pictures came in and your heart dropped to the soles of your feet.

There they were.

Clear as day.

Soon after many friends, family members, and other nosy people that probably still shouldn't have your number began texting and rolling in with a thousand questions you just didn't have the answers to.

You could feel the tightness in your chest begin, and water sting your eyes.

You'd let Magnus finish his due diligence in peace before quickly ushering you both home.

Going to the kitchen pantry you grabbed Austin's jar of smooth peanut butter and Magnus's favorite treat toy filing it up to the brim. Once you set it down in front of him you'd figured it would keep the usually aware pup occupied while you slipped upstairs.

Your head felt oddly heavy and your chest was beginning to tighten as you made your way to your down the hallway.

Going into your bathroom to try and calm yourself down, you called the only four people that you knew could help you see the light at a seemingly long, dark and scary tunnel.

Your girls.

Phoebe Wesley, Beatrice Cortina, Alana Montgomery, and Alexandria Kross.

It took them all of two rings for them all to answer the conference call. They immediately began asking if you were alright and to know what was going. Unfortunately though, they weren't able to get much coherent information due to the sobbing that ensued from you.

You felt overwhelmed.

Frantically informing you that they were all on their way! You waited for a quick twenty minutes before Phoebe appeared at your home first, taking you into her arms and guiding you to sit on the long sofa. Not long after Beatrice joined, Alex notified you she had a work meeting and would be updated via Beatrice. And finally, came Alana who told you that'd she would have made it sooner but she'd stopped and got a bacon pizza with feta bread.

One of your favorites.

But you weren't hungry.

And now that takes you to the current moment of madness, " Y/N did you talk to Austin last night? He didn't mention anything about him and Olivia going to the beach together? " Came a question.

You just shook your head still not completely in the moment.

" Not a thing. We talked about each other's day. He talked a little bit about some of the new prosthetics makeup he was going to be wearing now that they had started to shoot different scenes as older Elvis. I told him about the new book I had started and the incident with Magnus and the neighbor's yorkie. That was pretty much it." You uncomfortably recalled the phone call last night.

Everyday you and Austin made the effort and commitment to call and talk to each other about whatever for some time.

It was always around five pm your way in California and eleven am his all the way in Australia. So when you were telling him about how your day went, he was telling you what he had up with his.

" Well again let's not get into too deep." Beatrice reiterated, " Let's just take it a minute at a time. Okay."

A text could be seen popping in from Alex.

Kriss Kross Boss: I agree. Let us stay rational until we don't need to be..

You nodded.

From there they all went around the room one by one saying different things to reassure you of your situation.

Phoebe started first, " Y/N you know this man is absolutely crazy about you in the best way. I don't really believe that he would ever do something that would purposefully jeopardize his chances with you. I mean have you seen the way that man looks at you! It's..intense."

Beatrice nodded, " Yeah, like it gives Edward Cullen vibes minus the violence, manipulation, gaslighting, and overall icks." She clarified.

You grinned a little at her reference.

" I would have compared it more to like Phantom of the Opera tease. But I see you point." Alana pointed out playing with a eager Magnus.

Kriss Kross Boss: I could see that. The room continued to compare your relationship to famous fictional pairings until you heard a familiar ringing fill the room.

It was your phone.

And in that moment you knew it was Austin, and you knew you couldn't answer it.

Like something out of a movie the four of you stared around at each other. No one moved a inch. The air was unchanged.

Of course it had to be Alana though who broke the pregnant pause, " So...no one's gonna answer it? " She questioned looking between her friends and the buzzing device on the coffee table.

Barely above a whisper came from you ," I can't."

It was true. You didn't know how to face him at this exact moment of time.

If the mere mention of his name was enough to make you almost create a whole new ocean of tears to add to the world map.

Imagine what actually hearing his voice and speaking to him would do.

" So it's settled we just let it go to voicemail." Phoebe clapped allowing the buzzing noise to again become background noise in the room, " As we were saying..."

Once it stopped you felt a good five seconds of slight relief before it's started buzzing again

This time you felt your eyes water. You knew he was probably gonna call at least one more time after this one.

After that he more than likely would wait a bit and then start up with the texts asking where you were and how you were.

Sure enough after that buzz session ended another one ensued earning the same result as the last.

Nothing.

Finally after about seven minutes of Beatrice and Alana now beginning to butt-heads about theories pertaining to if he knew you knew yet, is when you seen the messages begin to flash across the screen over the course of the following thirty minutes.

Sweet Baboo: Hey love. Was just calling to talk to you about something.

Sweet Baboo: Call me when you get this baby.

Sweet Baboo: Please.

Sweet Baboo: Y/N I don't know if you're getting these but if you are baby please say something

Sweet Baboo: I love you.

Sweet Baboo: Y/N seriously I need to talk to you. Please don't ignore me.

Sweet Baboo: Just answer the phone sweetheart.

As soon as you finished reading the message his face flashed across your screen , only this time you reached only to suddenly stop your own self.

Noticing and watching, Beatrice asked , " You gonna pick it up, hun? I mean maybe it'll be good to just hear him out about what he might have to say. Maybe it's all a big misunderstanding." She encouraged.

" I agree." Chimed Phoebe, " I mean hey...it's Austin. I'm sure he's probably gonna sort this whole thing out. Like BB said, it's more than likely a big misunderstanding."

You nodded hearing both of their words and acknowledging them, but oddly their friendly support and optimism didn't ease the achy feeling you felt swirling around in your chest.

Instead you felt it amplify until you once again felt your eyes turn into mini sprinklers as you broke down in tears, " I-I *sniffle* I d-don't think I c-can do it." You nasally spoke out looking down at the picture of Austin's face across your screen causing you to cry all the harder.

It was of him laying on the backyard ground of his condo next to you. He was smiling really wide because had had just asked you to officially be his girlfriend to which you of course practically screeched a yes for all of the poor neighbors to hear. In the picture your newly promise ringed hand was cupping his face while he happily gazed at you. You guys had, had the best day!

He was so happy!

So, when did he stop being so happy to the point of going as far as cheating!

Your heart sped up at the " C " word entering your mind, but you quickly placed a hand on your chest in efforts to try and slow it down. I mean the two of you had talked about this. And he knew that this was a definite dealbreaker for you. So there was no way he'd take a risk like this...right?

You knew you were getting ahead of yourself.

But part of you started to feel even worse.

In the beginning you had feared this. Getting into a relationship with Austin, only for him after a while to come to his senses that him being with you, the normal quirky black girl, was a phase he now found himself out of. And then he would decide to leave you for someone who would usually be more his speed.

Someone like Olivia DeJonge.

You were unfortunately about to start the long list of comparing yourself to her in your head when your pity party was suddenly interrupted by Phoebe's loud gasp.

" Oh shit. Austin is calling me." Phoebe panicked looking down at her phone.

"Um...what should we do." Beatrice puzzled.

Kriss Kross Boss: I say answer it

Seeing this now you felt your heart strings pull. On one end, you felt like you didn't wanna hear his voice let alone what he had to say right now. But on the other hand, you felt you owed to him to hear what he had to say since before he'd never given you any reason to suspect cheating or doubt his honesty.

So you simply said, " Go head. Answer it. But put it on speaker." While wiping away the tears from your overflooded cheeks.

" Are you sure?" Phoebe asked for confirmation holding the device.

Hesitant you nodded, " Yeah go head."

Nodding Phoebe answered putting the phone on the coffee table, " Hello? "

And then his voice filled the room, " H-hey Phoebe. How are ya' ?" He greeted. You could sense his nervousness even a ocean away through the phone. His words sounded rushed and a bit strained not the usual calm and collected tone you were used to.

He was stressing.

" Doin' alright Austin. Can't really complain....much. What do I owe the pleasure of this call? ."

" Oh..I..uh.Mmmm." He cleared his throat obviously trying to form the words, " I was.. uh.. calling you because I've been trying to reach Y/N for the last couple of hours and I haven't had any luck. I was wondering if you had talked to her at all today? "

Phoebe looked to you only to gain confirmation when you shook your head no, " Uh. Nope I actually haven't really talked to her since this morning after she told me about something with Magnus. I've been spending the day with Noah at home while he's here from deployment." She white lied.

And it was partially true. Her intention was in-fact to spend the day with her darling military captain hunk. But her friend was in need, and him being a army captain of all people, he understood that.

" Oh wow. Happy to hear that. I think I remember Y/N telling me he was coming home sometime soon. Glad he's back safe." Austin congratulated.

" Yeah. It's only for two months but rather that than nothing so I'm grateful."

" Right, I completely understand. Wish I could come home and visit Y/N. " He sighed, " Man that girl just makes my entire world spin. I hate working away from her like this. Rather be home with her." He said.

You felt your cheeks heat.

Kriss Kross Boss: Hmm

" Hmm I see." Phoebe sounded looking over to you who'd instinctively grabbed the pillow next to you to clutch. " So Austin being yours and Y/N's friend. I have to ask while you're on the phone. Have you seen the pictures that the DailyMail put out of you and Olivia DeJonge today? Because I've got to tell you buddy, that they don't exactly look good." She prodded looking around the room at you all.

A tired groan escaped through the phone, " Yeah Phoebe, I have. And I've had my team working overtime to try and get a handle on this thing. Because it's everywhere in the media right now. And not a lick of it is true. All these cheating allegations and break up rumors couldn't be farther from the true. But I know you know that."

" I get that. I do. Things aren't always what they seem. But Austin I can't lie and say I wouldn't appreciate if you'd please give me some type of context to what's going on here. Because the amount of messages I've gotten in the last two hours from our other friends since this whole thing appeared is absolutely ridiculous." Phoebe furthered.

" Tell me about it, " He nervously laughed, " I've got people calling and texting me up the ass wanting to know what's going. Ashley actually called me about twenty minutes ago to chew me out. She's pretty upset with me like I imagine you might be unfortunately. But like I told her, nothing happened. The weather out here spiked, and we had to shut down filming due to heat hazards. So, some of the cast got together and thought it'd be nice if we all went to the beach. Which I thought was all fine and what not'. Until I got there and found out that everyone else had backed out last minute and only Olivia and I showed."

Seemed reasonable enough to you.

Just then a text from Alana lit up your phone:

Mrs. Reynolds: Sounds fishy tbh

Kriss Kross Boss: Let's let him finish...but yeah little bit

" At that point I didn't just wanna be rude and leave her out there by herself, so we hung out a little bit. Got in the water. Laid around and talked awhile. And then we both left. Separately. The end." He finished making sure to put an emphasis on the last part.

Even though Phoebe said that she was by herself Austin knew she wasn't. Not only had he heard glasses slightly clinking in the back and the familiar whine of a puppy named Magnus, and what sounded like muffled bickering which he could guess was Alana and Beatrice.

He also knew his girlfriend's friends well enough to know that they wouldn't just let her be at home by herself during a time like this.

He could bet his bottom dollar that Beatrice, Alana, Alex, Phoebe, and his lady were all crowded right around the phone listening to his every word. And that's exactly what he needed.

You to hear the truth.

And if this was the only way. So be it.

Phoebe hummed, " Sounds alright to me. Only.." She paused looking to you for silent conformation to which you nodded her forward, " I have to ask why you guys were like..kinda..super close laying on that towel together. Like you two looked quite comfy...like really comfy." Phoebe questioned looking to a Beatrice who threw up a thumbs up waiting to hear the reaction.

" Yeah about that. Olivia forgot to bring a towel with her and I had mine. She said she didn't wanna get sand in her hair and I tried to be a gentleman and offered for us to share. I just was trying to be nice is all. Was a bit awkward tell you the truth..." He trailed.

" Understandable." Phoebe concluded

" Ask about the restaurant rumors." Alana whispered grabbing a disgruntled Magnus and setting him on her lap in efforts to quiet him.

" And finally...and I promise this is the last question. What's the deal with people saying they've seen you and Olivia out at restaurants looking rather friendly with each other recently. Couple late nights out there..." Phoebe inquried perring over to you as you slowly and quietly inhaled a tiny breath to hold.

" It's nothing to it. " Austin quickly affirmed, " Just two co-stars running lines with each other at times that worked for the both of us. Being with the schedule constantly moving around due to covid and whatever else its a get in where you fit in situation. ya' know. Most happen to be nights unfortunately. " He finished.

" Honestly..I-" He started but stopped short, contemplating if he should even say what he was about to. But fuck it she needed to know, " There.." He cleared his throat, " Had been a couple of times she tried to invite me back to her place. BUT I've always declined. Out of respect for not only myself and her. But especially out of the respect and love I have for my relationship with Y/N...I could never do that to her." He finished feeling like a huge weight had been lifted knowing everything was all out.

Your ears rang.

She'd done what? WTF.

Now you couldn't lie. The short amount of times Austin had brought you around the cast before he'd left you'd noticed Olivia's abnormally friendly behavior. But you hadn't ever thought it'd got that far. Because all in all you trusted Austin.

Your palms got hot as images flashed through your brain of Olivia brushing her hand against his, rubbing his forearm, she'd even slickly called him babe in the ' non-friendly ' manner a couple of times. But never did you think she'd go this low.

Just then your phone buzzed,

Kriss Kross Boss: THAT HEIFER! How tf dare she!

Mrs. Reynolds: THAT PART! DONT GET GOT BLONDIE

Phoebe cleared her throat, " Wow! I mean...man I get it! And honestly Austin....I believe what you're telling me is in-fact the truth. I just hate that this presents the way it does. It's not a good look on your part, and it certainly isn't a good look on Y/N's " She added & looked over to your expression.

You sat up pacing yourself.

He took a deep breath, " I know...I know. And that's why I've been trying to get ahold of her, but her phone keeps going straight to voicemail and my messages all still say delivered. So, that makes me think that she's already seen it. And it worries me because the last thing I wanna do is have her thinking that there's anyone other than her. I couldn't imagine my life without her at this point. That woman is just about one of the only things that makes me wanna get up in the morning. She's it for me. She's mine and I love her."

she's mine and I love her.

That's what he said.

He said that you're his and he loves you.

As stubborn as were, you couldn't help the warmth that filled your heart. It was like a million little embers setting off at once. Sure you guys said I love you to each other all the time. But it still never got old hearing him say it. Especially when you weren't 'technically' around.

Just then you seen your phone light up with texts for Alex, Alana, and Beatrice:

Kriss Kross Boss: PERIOD! IKDR! Look at that man all in love and junk!

Mother Bea: YOU GUYS THATS SO STINKING CUTE! I CAN'T

Mrs. Reynolds: *sighs* I agree. the fucker sounds genuine.

You looked to the other side of the couch to see Beatrice fighting off tears while Alana offered her a tissue with disgust plastered on her face.

You loved your friends.

You glanced over to Phoebe who held a somewhat content smile on her face looking at the group chat messages. Turning to you she mouthed a " Call him please." To which you nodded.

" Phoebe you still there?" Austin sounded making everyone snap out of their emotional moment and return their attention to the phone.

" Yeah, I'm still here. Was just reading something. But,uh, Like I said Austin. I really do think you sound sincere and I'm sure that with the right conversation so will Y/N , trust me." She motivated shooting you a wink.

Austin sighed, " Right. If I can get her on the phone." He pointed out.

" Well. I'll tell you what. I actually have to go do this thing for Noah so after we hang up why don't you try her again. Maybe you'll have better luck this time." Phoebe coyly suggested motioning for you to pick up your phone and shoo you out the room.

Doing as you we're directed you skeptically picked up the phone slowly backing out the room toward the kitchen being quietly cheered on by your friends. It was all of forty-five seconds after Phoebe yelled to you that they hung up, that you're phone buzzed.

Staring at the screen you couldn't help how your thumb hesitated over the bright red button.

But you couldn't do that.

Not after what you'd just heard.

You owed it to yourself and him to pick up.

And in a split it second you quickly tapped the button answering.

It was sheer silent for a moment, nothing but small breathing could be heard until the voice came through the receiver, " Y/N. Baby you there? "

You took a deep breath, " Y-Yeah I'm here."

You heard the large sigh he let out of relief, " Hey, baby?" You could hear him trying to even out his breaths so he continue talking, " So, how much of it did you hear?" He questioned.

" Enough." You simply replied.

On the other end the man was running his hand down his face for the thousandth time it seemed trying to formulate words now that part of this burden had been lifted: The not speaking to you part. He now had to figure out how he was going to say all the things he wanted to say while fighting the urge to hop on a plane to be with you.

" Listen. Baby-"

You cut him off, " You don't have to re-explain I pretty mu-"

" Yes. I do, though bec-" He tried countering but still you cut in.

Aus I-" But he cut you of again putting on a more stern front this time.

" No baby. Wait a minute. I'm trying to say something that is super important to us both so I want you to listen to me. Can you hear me alright? "

" Yes, Austin ." You replied.

" You sure. Sweetheart cause you can't miss not even a syllable of what I'm about say." He solidified dropping the octave in his voice .

" Yes." You anticipated.

" Y/N. Baby. I love you. And I love you something serious. You are amazing and mean more to me than I could have ever fathomed imaginable. And I'm so happy that you're mine." He started. You could few your cheeks starting to heat up.

" Words can't explain how sorry I am that I ever put you in a situation like this for you to feel embarrassed, but more importantly for you to question whether or not I love you and I'm faithful to what we're building."

" I made a promise to you when I gave you that ring that I hope to god is still on your finger. The promise that I love you and only you, baby. And it will only ever be you. Always, Forever, and Beyond." Austin continued. " You're it for me Y/N M/N L/N. Only you. And I want only you." He confessed.

By now your face for what seemed like the umpteenth time was damp again. But at least this time it was all for the right reasons. In your mind you now felt silly about the assumptions and idea that you had earlier. How could you think any of that after hearing this declaration.

" Did you get all that? " He asked while you carefully wiped tears for the corner of your eyes.

" Yeah I did." You sniffled.

" And do you believe all that? Truly believe it?" He furthered with a tinge of desperation that he was trying to mask. He needed you to know how he felt.

" Yes I do. I know that you love me." You affirmed putting more confidence in your voice.

Feeling as if the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders he said, " Good. Because like I told you before, I don't know many times I'll have to tell you I love you before you realize that I'm absolutely crazy about you and only you." Austin said running his fingers across the green pattern crotchet blanket that was laid across him.

About a month before he was set to move to Australia to start filming Elvis, you'd enlisted Beatrice to help teach you how to crotchet a blanket for Austin as a six month anniversary gift. And when it was time for him to pack for a small trip one weekend, you slipped it into his luggage for him to find later. And when he did, he couldn't erase the fuzzy and gooey feeling that consumed him.

Always thinking of me. He thought before bringing the item up to his nose to take whiff. He was beyond satisfied when the scent of mangos and vanilla entered his senses.

It smelled like you.

From there, Austin brought the blanket with him to Australia and pretty much slept with the thing almost every night. It was so special to him.

Nodding to yourself you replied, " Yeah I'm crazy about you too Austin. " You giggled knowing what you were about to say next would make him laugh, " You almost made me find a flight to Australia just to show you how CRAZY about you I really am." You tease thinking back to all of the more cooky musings you'd had when you believed that he may have been creeping around on you earlier.

Spoiler Alert: They weren't good...or legal.

Just as you thought would he did laugh running a hand down his face, " Oh man. I wouldn't have minded. Even if it would have meant seeing you set a blaze to half of the set." He said as a eerily scary imagine of you entered his mind.

You smiled" Nah. Never that. I'm not really a fire kind of girl. There are more effective methods than that. Plus no reason to punish everyone else working to feed their families. They may just have had to have found two new leads for the movie..that's all." You played with him. Austin laughed, " That's my girl. Always thinking of others." He commented, "But really. If you can have all of your work things fixed I'll arrange to have a jet come and get you out of LAX for you to come visit. All you need to do is give me the earliest convivence of when you can come, babe. And I'll take care of the rest. Because I really wanna see you." Austin explained already going to grab his laptop to start curating emails as he spoke.

You grumbled, " First off I'd love to come visit you so I'll see what I can push around. But secondly, you don't have to send a jet for me. I'm a big girl and I am more than capable of buying my own ticket to come see you." You cemented.

Austin smiled to himself, " I know you are, baby. But that doesn't mean that I can't do this for you."

" Austin I know b- " You began before being cut off, " But you're gonna let Daddy take care of this, alright. He messed something up and now he's fixing it. So pack your things up and when the time comes have your little pretty ass ready to take a prearranged flight, okay. " Austin voice husked now sporting a lower and sexier octave.

You could the trickles of something begin round yonder against the better judgement of your mind you from hearing his tone, " Okay." You peeped feeling every bit of feminism you had leak from your body.

Pathetic.

" Okay." He parroted back, " Now that we have that settled. How about you grab the journal, honey. So we can write all this down. " He suggested. You smiled.

Something unique about yours and Austin's relationship was the journal.

The journal was something that was used as a healthy relationship exercise. The two of you together would write down the triumphs and hiccups of your romance to be able to look back at for reference going forward as you both tried to always continue to better your relationship. Everything from recollections of your first meeting, to your first fight, and even some details of the first time you made love were written in it's pages.

For privacy reasons it stayed with you in a special place for when it was needed while Austin was away. Otherwise he was the usual keeper of the journal.

" Yeah we can do that." You said moving through the halls past your friends. Once you seen them you gave a thumbs up and motioned for them to put on a movie or something if they'd like before you proceeded upstairs to have a in-depth talk about everything from today with your man to put it all on paper.

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✩ I Can Dream About You ✩

Part 2

Sebastian Kydd x OC

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“Jens, I need you to pick up my sister, Melody, after school and bring her to her friend’s house. Alex, you’re coming with me tonight. I need someone to distract mommy and daddy while I’m out macking on my new man.”

Yay. Another evening at the country club with old, rich dads that only talk about sports and politics. Didn’t think Sebastian would be a member, maybe that’s why Donna likes him so much. He doesn’t seem like he comes from that type of world, but maybe he just doesn’t show his spoiled, rich brat side at school.

Donna stuffs her science book into her locker with a huff. Unhurriedly, she fixes the lining of her lip gloss in the mirror she attached to her locker door, while I wait just on the other side of it.

I wonder where Sebastian is anyways. Haven’t seen him all week, not that I was looking or cared, of course. But Donna seems oddly calm about not seeing her boo down every hall, then again, her shopping habits have increased more than usual recently.

Suddenly, the locker slams shut next to my head, scaring me from my thoughts. She pops her lips, smearing her gloss evenly on both her top and bottom lip. Satisfied with her appearance, she smiles. “Alright, let's go to the mall. I need to find the perfect shirt for tonight. Already wore my best ones.”

Accompanying Donna one one of her fashion trips is always my least favorite way of spending my evenings. It takes her hours to decide on one item of clothes, but she did always prefer me over The Jens because she knows I’ll be honest with her instead of buttering her up like they tend to do.

Once Donna’s made up her mind about the perfect outfit, her parents brought the two of us to the country club, where she basically abandoned me with them.

“I’m off to find hottie. Keep them distracted.” She orders boredly, standing from the table with a wicked agenda in mind. “I need to go powder my nose, okay?” Her parents nod at her fake smile, watching her prance away in her pink heels, before bringing their attention to the only other person left. Me.

“Don’t worry. You won’t have to be stuck with us adults again.” Her father reassures me, knowing how Donna tends to wander off into her own little adventures, to say the least.

While I was a quiet loser at school, I actually didn’t have that difficult of a time speaking with adults. I assume that’s another reason why Donna had to swoop me up. She knew I had a way of charming teachers, not in a weird way of course, but in a teacher's pet kind of way.

I wave my hand, brushing away his words. “It’s nothing, Mr. LaDonna. I don’t mind speaking with the two of you.”

A laugh comes from Ms. LaDonna as she swirls her wine glass. “We’re waiting for the Kydd family to join us tonight. They have a son your age you could talk to.” She gives me a cunning smile, a gleam coming from her pink gloss. I can’t believe my friend’s, or whatever we are, parents are trying to set me up with someone I don’t even know.

Her father spins in his chair, looking over the groups of heads that sat at the other tables before landing on two men standing at the entrance.

There’s Sebastian. Donna must have walked right past him. Wonder where he’ll be sitting tonight.

“Ah! There they are.” Mr. LaDonna waves his hand in the air, beckoning for them to come over

Wait. What?

Sebastian’s father grins, lifting a hand to shake Mr. LaDanna’s as they seat themselves. Sebastian’s face lights up with a smile when he sees me, scooching himself between tables to make his way to the empty chair at my side.

Ms. LaDonna stands to greet the two of them, before allowing everyone to take their seat. “Mr. Kydd, this is our daughter’s friend, Alexis Williams.” She gestures to me, making the entire table now look my way.

“Nice to meet you, Alexis.” Mr. Kydd replies, but makes no effort to shake my hand. He barely takes one look at me, before he turns back to the LaDonna’s already chatting away.

“Alexis, huh? Didn’t know there was more.” Sebastian says quietly, capturing my attention now. His lip curls in that cute way again, while he waits for me to respond to his pestering.

This is the first time I’ve said this, but I wish I could disappear right now. All I can manage is a shy head shake, before turning back to the adults.

Ms. LaDonna readjusts the napkin in her lap, before asking me a question. “So, Alexis, will you and the Jens be joining us for the Luncheon?”

Aww, yes. What an amazing way to spend my weekend morning, at a formal lunch with Donna and her parents, and everyone else from school, eating tasteless salad and conversing over yesterday’s old news. Thanks, but I have pop tarts and The Muppets at home.

I straighten myself in my chair, putting on the face of the perfect country club girl for them. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I’ll be able to. I’ve already made plans with my mom tomorrow, but hopefully I’ll be able to attend the one next week. Thank you for inviting me though.”

Her parents tilt their heads in admiration. Success.

“Oh, it’s no problem. Always a pleasure to have you around, but do be sure to not be busy this Thursday for the fundraiser. You promised you’d help run one of the stands.”

I giggle. “Of course, Ms. LaDonna. How could I forget? I’m really excited for it, I can hardly wait.”

Sebastian chuckles quietly from his spot next to me, making me side eye him while I try to remain composed in front of Donna’s mother. “You draw and work fundraisers. Cute.” He mutters under his breath so only I could hear him. He’s doing that thing again where I don’t know whether he’s being sarcastic or not. ‘Cute’. What does that mean? Is he mocking me?

“Excuse me. I’ll be right back.” I say, standing from my chair. The adults give me a nod, before turning back to each other while I make my escape. I rush down the empty halls, longing for my quiet place. I push open the heavy door, exposing the dark and cool roof to my eyes. Lazily, I step forward, taking in the sight of the moon as I sit on the ledge, dangling my feet over the side of the building. It’s always so calm and beautiful. Ever since Donna started dragging me here, I always liked coming up to the roof for a breather.

I made an effort to never tell her much about my parents. Single mom, definitely not rich. The only reason I even got into the country club is because Donna needed a right hand lady and the Jens apparently talked too much. I really didn’t belong in a place like this, though I will miss their chocolate parfaits if I ever leave.

“Wow. I think that’s the most I’ve ever heard you speak back there.” A voice chimes in.

I twist myself to look over my shoulder so Sebastian can see me roll my eyes at him. “Whatever. I know how to talk.”

“Apparently.” He rasps out with an impressed smile, hands in his pockets.

He stays by the door, looking down at his shoes while he boredly kicks at some of the pebbles that laid around. I clear my throat, purposely loud so he’ll look up. He raises a brow, eyes widen as he meets mine. I look down bashfully, and softly I pat the concrete next to me, offering him a seat. He chuckles, happily accepting and within seconds his feet are dangling next to mine.

I take a deep inhale, thinking of a conversation starter. “So, what’re you doing out here? Donna’s been looking for you.” Of course, my mind naturally always drifts back to Queen Bee.

He chuckles. “That’s why I came up here. She can be…a lot at times.”

I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. “Why are you dating her then?”

His brows mimic mine, neck craning back in what looks like offense. “What? We’re not dating.”

My heart flutters, a longing and light but anxiously sickening feeling filling my chest. “You’re not…?” Stop. Don’t let your hope fool you. Donna still claimed him.

“No. She’s just corners me everytime she gets the chance.” He chuckles out.

I want to laugh at the thought of him being chased down by her but a small twinge plays at my heart, stopping me from doing so. Change the conversation before you hurt yourself, Alex. “How did you even know how to get up here? Most people have no idea this spot exists.”

He stares up at the moon. “I like coming up here.”

“How come I’ve never seen you?” I ask.

“Guess we just weren’t looking hard enough for each other, Alexis.” He pivots his head back my way, and my heart about falls off the ledge and splatters on the ground below. His blue eyes glow under the moon, glimmering with the small amount of light offered by the night sky. His skin looks so soft and his lips even softer.

I quickly look away, staring down at my shoelaces. “You don’t have to say my full name. It’s just a thing her parents do.”

“I like Alexis. If that’s okay?” He asks, trying to find my eyes again.

He is one of the weirdest boys I’ve ever met. “Yeah…that’s fine.” I look up to find a big gin on his face, happy from my words. God, he’s even cuter when he’s smiling. The way he says my name feels so wildly intimate. The way he looks at me makes me shiver…unless that’s just the wind, regardless, he’s so dreamy. The more time I spend with him, the more it makes my feelings sore and my resentment for Donna grow. If only I was her. Maybe then I’d be able to get someone as cute as Sebastian. Maybe then he’d think about me and want to kiss and touch me.

“What? He asks, his brows furrowed but his eyes suddenly deeply intrigued by me.

My eyes widen, my brain pulled back to reality. “Hm? Nothing.” I shake my head, turning my blushing cheeks away from his view. Damn, I was just staring at him the whole time, wasn’t I?

“No, what was that look?” He smirks.

“Nothing!” I shout, but it only makes his smile wider.

He hums, not buying it. Then I feel his fingertips graze my palm, before intertwining our hands together. Now, he catches my full attention. He reaches his other hand across me, lingering his fingers over my jawline. My breath hitches under his touch, body tingling with all sorts of sensations and emotions.

“Seba-”

He puts his thumb over my lips, shushing me, and causing my chest to get all warm and fuzzy. “Do you want me to kiss you?”

My lids widen so far I was afraid my eyes would pop out of my head. My head races with a million thoughts and questions, all coming down to one shy and simple nod, which makes a smile pull out from under his lips.

Then he leans in.

The world slowed, yet didn’t slow down enough. I like him, but I shouldn’t. I felt comfortable with him, yet I barely knew him. I felt so back and forth between so many opposing thoughts, at war with my wants and my right mind. But alas, our lips meet.

The moment our bodies connect, my heart stops beating and I forget to breathe. It felt like sparkles were shooting all throughout my face, sending fireworks through my nerves. My head swirled with a euphoric feeling I had never felt before. One kiss and I knew I wanted to feel this way for the rest of my life.

But Donna.

When he pulls away, I still have my eyes closed and I’m afraid if I open them I’ll wake up in my room only to find he was just a dream. Luckily, he is very much still in front of me when I open my eyes, but that wouldn’t stop her from tearing him piece by piece from me.

“But what about Donna?”

His smile drops, replaced with a confused and mildly angry look. “What about her? I already said she’s not my type. What happens between us is none of her concern.”

I sigh, pulling my hand away. “You don’t get it do you? Everything I do is her concern, the way I eat, the way I breathe. If she wants something, she always gets her way, no matter what it is…or who.”

He stares down at the hand I took from him with sadness gleaming in his eyes, before looking back up at me. My heart aches with guilt and regret, but it must be done. “I’m sorry. I can’t.” Is all I say, before turning around and running back downstairs, leaving him there alone on the roof.

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Milk & Honey - Ch. 25

Austin!Elvis x Black!OC

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Song: Suspicious Minds - Elvis Presley

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I spend the next hours getting Charles and I ready for the show tonight. It was the first time we were going to be making an official public appearance, so I had no doubt reporters would be there, ready to snap a picture for whatever controversy they wanted to spread for the night.

I dust eye shadow onto my lids while regretting every decision I’ve made today and still pretending not to miss it. I really didn’t want to go, but the least I can do is support Elvis. We were still friends after all, not to mention he’s my only ride back to Memphis.

I arrive late, maybe on purpose, but mostly to avoid the crowd. Jerry meets us at the door and sneaks us in, sliding us past guests to an open table. A chill runs through my body. The theater is huge and filled to the brim with people. Beautiful lights decorate the walls, illuminating the room in a majestic kind of way. Chandeliers hang from the ceiling, and a giant golden curtain from the stage. I’ve never seen anything like it before. The atmosphere has such an intense energy, it’s enough to leave me feeling giddy despite all the thoughts that have been circulating my head.

I catch a glimpse of Elvis on stage, already halfway through his performance, while I hold Charles' hand behind me. Elvis says something to his large band behind him, before turning back around towards the audience with a smile.

I find Marcella seated in the center of the theater, adorned in a beautiful dress. She side eyes me as we walk past her table, trying to intimidate me with her glare but it does little to bring me down. I’m done fighting her for a lost cause. She can win all she wants.

“We're caught in a trap

I can't walk out

Because I love you too much, baby”

Cheering intensifies as Elvis begins a new song. He dances around center stage in a white suit. He makes a few jokes, getting a kick out of making the audience laugh, but then, he catches me walking through the crowd and an unsettling look replaces his smile.

“Why can't you see

What you're doing to me

When you don't believe a word I say?”

Jerry places us at a table off to the side. I nervously take my seat next to Charles in the red booth. A waitress stops by, setting down two waters, lemon wedges on the side, in front of the small yellow lantern on the table. Charles immediately takes the glass and guzzles it down, droplets of water spilling down his face and onto the new button up his dad just bought him.

“Charles, baby, slow down. You’re gonna choke.” I say trying to coax the glass from him before he hurts himself.

He sets it down empty, letting out a loud ‘AHH’, before taking the lemon off to taste it. His face instantly scrunches at the sour flavor and spits it out, the fruit tumbling across the table. He then reaches for my water to wash away the taste, and turns back to watch his father with my glass still in his hands.

Lord. Why do these two boys insist on keeping me so stressed? At least he keeps me sane through all this. I smirk, shaking my head at him, before looking to the stage.

When I look back up, I make eye contact with Elvis. He gulps loud enough that I hear it come through the speakers. His voice goes quieter, slowly spilling out the lyrics off beat to the music. I shift uncomfortably in my seat, almost anxious for him. What is he doing? Is something wrong?

“So if an old friend I know

Drops by to say hello

Would I still see suspicion in your eyes?

You can't see the tears are real

I'm crying”

His face contorts into that of sadness, seeming choked up and authentically mimicking the words he’s singing. He attempts to look around at his audience, but with each line he sings, his eyes seem to drift back to me.

I give him a worried look, as if to ask if he’s okay. He only gives a hesitant half nod, before closing his eyes and trying to concentrate on the song. His voice grows in volume once more, finally finding his rhythm again.

“We can't go on together

With suspicious minds

And we can't build our dreams

On suspicious minds”

He swings his arm in the air, dropping onto his knees, shouting passionately, but breathlessly into the microphone.

Oh, let our love survive

I'll dry the tears from your eyes

Let's don't let a good thing die

When honey, you know I've never lied to you”

He looks me directly in my eyes. We were so many feet apart, yet I still couldn’t help but feel so small and targeted under his gaze. He sings me the lyrics, reassuring me of their every word while begging for my understanding. On that stage, I see the boy I knew 10 years ago singing to me. The world against us, our lives at odds, while he painfully fought for our love, fought for my trust in the best way he knew how, through song.

The crowd uproars, standing to cheer for him. He walks towards the side of the stage, happily greeting fans by the stairs. He then disappears behind the now standing table in front of me. I rise to my feet to try and glance over their heads to find him again. After seconds of searching, eventually I catch a glimpse of that sweat, black swoop in his hair towering above the crowd.

Women throw themselves at him, screaming, touching him, grabbing him. He reaches down, planting quick kisses on their cheeks to satisfy them, making a feeling bubble in the pit of my stomach that I didn’t like. He scans the crowd, desperately looking for something before landing on me and stalking in my direction. In a room full of hundreds, he could only see me, and I him.

My stomach then drops, unsure what his next move could be. I twiddle with my fingers in my spot, my heart beat quickening with every foot closer he gets. He sneaks past the audience, pushing past the crowd to the best of his ability until he’s standing directly in front of me, out of breath and sweat pouring from his skin.

The entire room now has their eyes on us, but mine couldn’t leave his. As I’m about to reach out and ask if he’s alright, he lifts a hand to cup my cheek, the other grasping onto my hand. In that moment, life seemed to freeze around me, passing by slowly while my mind stayed in a bubble of just him and I. His voice echoes above all the rest of the other noise, being the only thing I could hear. “I love you, Bumble.” One camera flash. Then, he reaches down to capture my lips. Two camera flashes. Three. Four. I place my hands on his chest, fighting between pushing him away or pulling him closer, settling on the idea of doing absolutely nothing.

He leans away, leaving my lips to the cold air and my cheeks to the cool metal of his rings. He gives me a smirk, before being pulled into the mob of people by his manager. The Colonel gives me an evil eye, pushing Elvis back towards the stage.

I’m equally embarrassed as I am madly in love. Elvis can make some dumb decisions sometimes, but, boy, does he make his apologies grand.

I feel a tap on my shoulder and twist my head to see Jerry waving us to follow him. While the crowd is distracted, we weave through the tables and out the door before the photographers take notice of my absence. Jerry then escorts me backstage where I find Colonel, Marcella, and Vernon, who I haven’t seen since the day Elvis left.

Vernon looks at me with cautious eyes, while Charles walks over to him. “Hey, grandpa!”

“Hey, kid.” He greets back. I see Elvis has already introduced the two of them. Marcella snaps back at their voices, taking note that I’ve now joined them in the room.

The second the curtains come down and Elvis gets off stage, Charles is running up to him. “That was great, Dad! I liked that one move you did when you went-” He begins throwing his body around, making swooshing noises, mimicking the dance moves he saw. Elvis laughs, distractedly watching him, still trying to take peeks at me.

Marcella is next to run over, wrapping her arms around his neck. “You were amazing out there, baby!” She says through her teeth, grasping on to every last drop of hope she could. She kisses him, but Elvis tries to pry himself away, only looking at me in the process.

I sigh. I have so many different emotions swarming in my head right now, I don’t know what to make of anything anymore. I take what’s left of my dignity and turn around towards the exit. “Come on, Charles. We need to get back to our room.” I say reaching for his hand.

I manage to escape the backstage without running into any of Elvis’ fans or being followed by any particular someones. Once upstairs, Charles plops on the bed like he always does, but this time he doesn’t bother to turn on the TV. He sits with a thoughtful face, staring into the patterns of the carpet. I drag my worn out body into the bathroom to remove my jewelry and step into my comfortable pajamas. “Why are you so sad, Ma?” He ponders, swinging his legs off the edge.

I sigh, grabbing a wet rag, turning off the light, and sitting next to him on the bed, he bounces from my newly added weight. “There’s a lot been going on between Daddy and I, that’s all.” Is that already more than I should be saying to him? I gulp, nervously waiting for his reaction, while I slowly scrub eyeshadow from my lids.

“Like what?”

Aw, shit. “It’s nothing, baby. Don’t worry about it.” I try to reassure him, but he ponders on.

“Do you still love him?”

I go quiet. “Well…yeah, of course…”

“What about Marcella?” He asks with furrowed brows.

I stare off into the distance with a sigh. “I don’t know, baby. I do not know.”

He hums, unsatisfied with the answer, but knowing to drop it. He then lies his head down in my lap, hands on his stomach, while he looks up at me. “Can you tell me how you and dad met?”

A light chuckle escapes my lips, not expecting such a question after everything. “We knew each other since kids, you know that.”

“No, the story. The exact day.” He demands with a large smile.

Damn, I don’t even think I remember. “Well, that’s hard to say. When Grandma Loretta and Grandma Gladys were good friends before I was born. Grandma Gladys would bring your daddy over to our house all the time. I was a baby when I first met him.” I get an unsettling feeling in my stomach. I don’t think I’ve lived a single day without knowing Elvis and it pains me to even think about having another day without him again, but I guess what needs to be done will be done.

I look up from my target on the ground, jumping when I find Elvis in the doorway. I got so lost in thought, I didn’t even notice the door open. Charles snaps up from my lap, confused as to why I was so startled. “Did you just notice he’s here??” He asks astoundedly.

I smile, turning away in embarrassment. Elvis chuckles, stepping in and closing the door behind him. He carefully joins us on the bed, sitting down slowly to wait for me to protest, but I don’t. Charles lays down between the two of us, looking up at the ceiling. “When did you know you loved each other?”

My eyebrows raise. “What do you mean, baby?” I ask him, hoping to prolong the time I have to answer.

He shrugs. “Well, people can’t make a baby without love, so what’s the day you knew you wanted to have me?

How do I get myself out of this one? I really hope that’s all he knows about how babies are made. A few incoherent noises escape my mouth before I find words. “I was too young to remember the day I fell in love.”

Elvis smacks his lips at my phony answer. “Don’t give me that. When’s the day you knew?” He asks, suddenly very involved and intrigued in our conversation now.

I cross my arms. “Well, when’s the day you knew?” I challenge right back.

He turns away in thought. “The day I was tryna teach you how to sing at Club Handy. You were still talkin to Michael, still scared about us and it drove me crazy, but I tried to give you the space you needed cause I didn’t want you to not trust me. But, my God, you looked so beautiful that night. It was the first time I felt like I truly had you to myself, like I saw a part of you no one else was allowed to see.” He takes a deep breath, pleased with his answer, before turning to me, waiting for mine.

I got so caught up in his words, I didn’t even bother to think up my answer yet. I had no idea he loved me that soon. “Well,” I start, still thinking. “Honestly, I think the same day.” He smacks his lips again, rolling his eyes and groaning. “I’m serious!” I laugh, smacking him on the arm. “That’s why I panicked and tried to run off that day, because I knew I felt something serious for you. The day that I finally acknowledged it was the day of the charity concert. Before the champagne by the way.” I reassure him, earning a chuckle. “When you walked away after our fight, I felt such a deep emptiness in me that I couldn’t run from even if I tried. I knew that if I left for Chicago, that I’d never forgive myself and would spend the rest of my life searching for someone like you.” And I was right.

I swallow, sheepishly looking up to meet his eyes. His cheeks lift into a tender smile, while he reaches out to place his hand over mine, carefully snaking his thumb under my palm so he can lift it into his grasp.

Just then, a snore interrupts our sentimental moment. Somewhere in the middle of our conversation, Charles had fallen asleep. I would have laughed had I not felt so incredibly vulnerable in front of Elvis just now.

I take my hand from him, dropping my voice into a whisper to not wake our sleeping child. “What did you come here for? I told you we shouldn’t-” He grabs me by the waist and pulls me in for a deep kiss to shut me up. Oh…well, guess I can’t stay mad at this.

“I ain’t given up on you that easily, baby. Done wasted over half my life doin nothin but wishin I had you. I’m done with that.” His whispers graze along my lips, his thumb across my cheek. “I’m done.” He assures once more.

I close my eyes, resting my forehead against his. “How do I know this is real? That this is the last time we stop putzin around and finally be together.”

His eyes meet mine, lonely and longing, but ever so determined. “I can’t promise you perfection. I ain’t no saint. Never been.”

“I know that.” I giggle.

He smiles, licking his bottom lips. “But I can promise that you are the only one, mama. Don’t know how many times I gotta tell ya, but I’ll keep doin it til you believe me. After all these long, long years, I’m still in love with you. Always have been, always will be. You and me against the world, Bumble.”

He knows just those 6 words were enough to repeatedly put my heart at ease. I smile, stealing another kiss from him.

“Are you two together now?”

I jump away from Elvis, holding my heart at our son's sudden voice. I spin around, seeing him up and awake with a dubious eyebrow raised.

Elvis reaches for my hand once more. “Mama and I have always been together in our hearts.” I roll my eyes with a smile. He’s so cheesy.

“Good. I didn’t like having two moms.” He states, falling back into the pillows.

Elvis guiltily chuckles, stretching out and standing from his spot. “Guess I should get back. Make sure she’s signin them divorce papers and not tearin ‘em to shreds.”

I scoff, standing up with him to follow him to the door. As he’s about to say goodbye, something at the end of the hall catches his eyes. He stands up straight, nervously sterning up his face. Confused, I poke my head outside the room, seeing The Colonel marching towards us, angry as ever.

“You!” He points. “Your wife is very upset, boy. Now, I think it’s in your best interest you keep that girl happy whether it be diamonds or not kissing other women, you better do it. In case you have forgotten, her daddy is the reason you have this show in the first place.”

“I’m divorcin Marcella.” He flatly lays out.

Colonel stumbles over his words, looking between us with a mix of various different emotions. “You’re not going to take a second to think about this?”

Elvis scoffs. “I been thinkin bout this my whole life. I only want one girl and it sure as hell ain’t her. You’ve known that from the beginning.”

Colonel's eye twitches and I swear I see hell shine across them, the lost look in his eyes now replaced with something sinister. “Elvis, I have been with you since you were nothing but a scared little boy doing lewd gyrations on stage. You are making a big mistake.”

Elvis’ fist turns white against the red walls. “I made up my mind, Colonel. Honey and I been through hell and back and I’m done making excuses for other people’s opinions. We’re together and ain’t nothin you can do about it.”

“I’ve worked too hard to keep her away, I’m not letting you throw your career away because of one foolish girl again.” He angrily taps his cane on the ground.

Elvis pauses. “What do you mean ‘worked too hard to keep her away’?”

‘We’re lookin for Elvis Presley and Honey James. Be you they?’

“I tried to reason with you, but you were an immature boy, you would ignore my every call. So I did the only thing I could do to get you to listen.”

‘I promise you I didn’t call the cops that day!’

“Colonel, what the hell are you talkin about?!” Elvis shouts.

‘Another colored woman locked up will have little effect on your reputation’

My heart beats so strongly, I can feel it through my entire body. That night. The night that felt like the end of everything. “You called the cops.”

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Soul Necessities

Okay so I fell down the Austin Butler rabbit hole. Here is a drabble of a story I'm working on. Let me know if you will like to be tagged.

You were explaining to a customer about High John oil when he walked in. He wore a baseball cap and sunglasses hoping to disguise himself, but you knew who he was since he visited your shop the last three times. You always gave your celebrity clients anonymity as some had come to you for readings and shopped in your shop for all their needs to help them along their spiritual journey. You finished with your customer and helped another as you watched him looking over your crystal selection. He must have felt you gazing at him as he looked up an caught your gaze. You sheepishly looked away. You wanted to kick yourself as you never gave any customer special treatment, but it was something about his energy that drew you to him. While helping one of your customers you notice he made his selection and headed to the register. You looked around for Dora your assistant to ring him up when you realized she was in the back making more oils. Shit! You would have to ring him up. You were lucky enough to not ring him up his last few visits but today it would be your turn. As you walked up to the register, he took off his sunglasses and smiled at you.

“How are you doing?” He greeted. His voice was sexy and raspy, and your knees went weak. This was why you kept yourself from him. His energy had a pull on you, and you could not allow yourself to be caught up.

“I’m good I hope you are.” You gazed in his blue eyes. They were beautiful. He sat a couple crystals on the counter. “So, we are getting Bloodstone and Carnelian today?”

“Yeah, I need the confidence and courage. I’m auditioning for a big role tomorrow.”

“I’m sure you will get it.” You reached behind the counter and pulled a Black Tourmaline and put it in his bag with the others. “I’m giving you a Black Tourmaline as it will keep negative energy away.”

“Thank you so much! I’m Austin.” He stuck his hand out to shake and you firmly shook it and of course you felt the electricity between you two. He must have felt it to because his eyes widen a little.

“I’m Y/N.” you let go of his hand.

“Yes, I know, and you are the owner of this beautiful shop.” You looked at him curiously as to how he knew that. “A friend suggested I come here.”

“Oh, that’s great!” You gave him his total and swiped his card he handed you.

“Can I schedule a reading with you.” Austin licked his lips and stared at you intently. You felt the sexual energy radiating off him. There was no way you could give him a reading as you were to attracted to him. You berated yourself for the way you felt as you had done plenty of reading for good looking celebrities, but it was something about Austin that threw you off your game. So, you suggested Dora and his micro expression of disappointment flashed across his face. You lied and told him you were booked and handed him Dora’s card. He took the card and thanked you. Customers started lining up behind him.

“Thank you for this.” He held up his bag of crystals.

“Of course, they will help. Put them in your pockets when you audition. I have a feeling you will get the part.”

Austin smiled his beautiful smile at you, put on his sunglasses and walked out the door. As he exited relief washed over you. He took a lot from you. His energy was just too strong around you.

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Hi!!! I love the days of our lives oneshots and how it pieces together the main puzzle!! It’s really really good and I really like your writing style! If you’re taking prompts for it can you do one where austin helps with your hair on wash day and spend time together talking about what’s been planned for the rest of the week?

Wash Day Whims

Summary: It’s wash day at the butler residence and you better believe Austin butler is involved.

Contents: Wash day Stuff! Shampoo. Product talk! Mad amounts of fluff. Little angst if you squint. Sleepy Magnus! Gooey Feelings.

Pairing: Austin Butler x Black! Reader

A/N: Hey guys! Arie here! To the person who requested this oh so long ago. Thank you so much for the love! I try my best and I really enjoy writing this series! Your words mean a lot! Also I am sorry lol I was trying to figure out the best way to write this and it accidentally started collecting dust in the drafts lol But hey we’re here now! So I hope you enjoy!

P.S I am still actively working on pushing out the drabble event things so bare with me. Comments are always encouraged as well as sending me letters with drabble and prompt ideas!

Much love! * Hugs*

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" The water's not too hot is it? " Austin questioned for what seemed like the hundredth time making you giggle. He was too cute sometimes.

" No Austin. The water is perfect. Thank you." You reassured reaching up to rub your man’s bare arm that was exposed due to his rolled up sleeves.

" Good. Now lean your head back for me, baby." Austin instructed softly cradling your head as you leaned your head back into the sink.

Doing as you were told you now closed your eyes and relaxed as Austin grabbed the TGIN moisture rich shampoo dropping some in his hands before going to work lathering up your hair.

You proceeded to coach him on how hard to scrub in some areas to get the gunk out and what areas he had to be especially careful with to avoid any bruises or tugging while he handled your springy coils.

All in all, it was a good experience. You loved the way he was in no rush and took his time with you. You couldn't help how ever so often you would let out the tiniest breathy moan or wiggle around a little bit at how good his hands felt on you.

They always felt good on you.

Especially in other places.

Austin couldn't lie and say he wasn't purposely scrubbing and massaging your head certain ways to provoke these sounds that was music to his ears. He enjoyed being with you like this. Taking care of you.

The intimacy of this act of service like this was what both of you loved.

He knew that his baby definitely didn’t just let anyone play in her head. So the fact that you were allowing him to do this silently told him how much you trusted him.

He loved that.

After washing twice and rinsing twice. Austin shut off the water helping slowly guide you up while wrapping a soft microfiber towel around your head, making sure to wipe any stray specks if water off your lovely face.

Once you were all the way upright, you got out of the chair grabbing your honey manuka hair mask and going over to your side of the his and hers sink.

Taking off your towel you proceeded to section your damp hair into four parts ( of course with Austin helping you straighten and clean up the parts with your rat-tail comb) You attempted to apply a even amount ( it wasn't) of the hair mask to your hair while gently detangling along the way.

Situating yourself and popping on your deep conditioning cap you set the timer for thirty minutes and decided to venture into the bedroom to find Austin lying flat on his back with a content magnus perched on his stomach listening to unreleased Elvis tracks.

Walking over you tapped his leg grabbing his attention, " Baby?"

" Yeah, Mama? " He answered turning his attention to you.

" Do you maybe wanna...maybe....i dunno....order in some Celia's and watch Ozark." You sheepishly suggested putting a innocent smile on your face and swaying back and forth.

You knew in prep for Dune there were certain things Austin wasn't allowed to eat which included the glorious taste of the flavorful birria tacos from a little family owned shop around the way.

Popping his head up quirking a eyebrow to shoot you a knowing look, you did your best to keep us this sweet seduction you had going. You reached a hand out rubbing his leg in a soft way to match the cute pout you had going.

Groaning he smirked running a hand over his face.

This woman will be the death of me...but what a beautiful way to go. He thought.

Sighing he reluctantly agreed, " Of course babe...You already know I can’t say no to that face. Grab my phone honey so I make the order." He confirmed watching you giddily jumping up and down.

Anything to see his best girl happy.

Happily handing him the phone you left to go rinse your hair as he dialed the number of the taco house.

Upon thoroughly rinsing out the mask, you applied nice amounts of Shea moisture JBCO leave in conditioner, Jojoba oil, and Mielle Hawaiian ginger hair butter. You flat twisted twelve twists into your head for the twist out you had planned for this week.

And letting his scary accurate intuition kick in, on queue to you picking up the hair oil to oil your scalp Austin's voice bellowed from the bedroom, " You got to the part where your oiling your scalp yet? "

Grinning you responded, " Yeah babe I am. I got it."

Which you didn't know why you even replied because you knew he'd whine back a , " NO! Bring it in here so I can do it please, baby." He called back.

Knowing better than to argue with your man you gathered the needed items and entered the bedroom to a already, ready Austin who had a throw pillow set up on the floor for you to sit on in-between his legs.

Not wasting anytime you plopped down handing him the oil before letting him do his thing.

You both sat in comfortable silence for a minute until a curious question popped in your head, " So what do you have planned up for this week, honey? " You inquired.

Slathering his fingertips in oil he went on to say ," Well, tommorow Monday Baz has me heading to the studio to do some vocal corrections on that's all right and hound dog so I might be late coming home depending on how late he decides to keep all of us. Then Tuesday and Wednesday are going to be press days so interviews with E!, Mojo and all them guys. Thursday I'll be having a meeting with Ian and the team about things for Dune 2 and some other offers that have come in." He listed letting his hands slip into your now clean parted head gently using his fingertips to massage your scalp while being careful not to pull or snag anything loose.

" Mmhmm. You mumbled leaning your head back, eyes shut as you soaked in the feeling you were getting. It felt so good.

Smiling at your face he continued, " And then.....on Friday I have dinner plans that more than likely will run later into the night... sweetheart. He finished.

Upon hearing his last statement you couldn't help the way your eyebrows bunched to accompany the frown that took on your face.

Dinner Plans?

On Friday?

Friday is date night.

Austin could feel your body tense up against him a little bit. He already could practically hear the wheels starting to turn in your head. So he opted to keep massaging.

At the start of your relationship you and Austin had hit some bumps in the road about time management and how often you guys were seeing each other. It was really bothering you both to not be together as consistently as you wanted to.

So you two came up with age old idea of Friday date night. A time where no matter if you guys were a whole ocean apart on facetime watching a movie together, dressing up and going to try some new restaurant, or even just staying in tangled up together while someone read to the other. Friday was your guy's night and usually nothing ever came between that.

Ever.

" Oh sounds like your super busy, babe." You whispered out wrapping your arms around yourself a bit.

He sighed noticing, " Yeah it's a jam packed week, honey. So that's why it'll all be worth getting through it to have dinner with you Friday night and then go back to my place to have some...dessert." Austin teased causing a heavy sigh to escape you as you hit him on his knee only encouraging his laughter to get louder.

" Austin don't do that! You had me thinking you had up and abandoned our date-night to have dinner with god knows who, you pointy eared elf. " You insulted never letting him forget his Shannara chronicles days.

Craning his head down laughing he assaulted your cheek and neck with kisses mumbling a " sorry." and a " You know Friday is all about me and my best girl, baby. Always." he affirmed.

And then there it was that gooey feeling that made your cheeks hurt and turned your stomach into a butterfly garden.

This man. That’s it. That’s the thought.

Reaching your hands up to cup his face and bring his lips to yours in a spiderman type kiss, you claimed his lips lovingly before pulling away and saying, " Yeah they are. And they better stay that way buddy."

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I’d love to see how Austin and his best girl met

That Gooey Feeling

Summary: You walked into a café for a book and left with more than you came for..love.

Contents: How Austin and his best girl met! Loads of fluff. That’s it!

A/N: Hi! Let me start by saying sorry about the absence...school’s kicking my ass. The end. And also sorry about the updates you guys will be getting in the next few days being late..again..school lol

But anywho, prompt courtesy of the lovely @quietemptydiariess. I didn’t forget about you babes! It’s overdue and I hope you all like it. Thanks for reading and sticking it out with me! Appreciate the love!

P.S Everyone feel free to comment and send ideas. Love hearing from you all always! Much Love! *hugs*

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It was hot in central LA today.

And not like ' oh man let's pack a bag and hit the beach, hot ' or ' today would be a nice day to sit around in the shade of my balcony, hot'

No, today was most definitely ' Step out into the sun for more than ten seconds and smell your own flesh burn, kinda hot.'

But here you were walking along the scorching sidewalk basking in the smell of your torching flesh and the amber musk perfume you'd put on today.

Drudging forward with your full tote bag in tow you made your way toward the cool, sweet, serene sanctuary down the road. Otherwise known as, your favorite café, The Totem.

Wiping a weary hand across your forehead you'd practically been ready to break down and cry once you'd finally made it to the door of the treasured establishment.

Peace.

And with a huff of breath you grabbed the handle wrenching the door open only to let out the deepest euphoric sigh at the feeling of the cold AC ridden air hit your body.

It felt like a kiss from the sweetest coldest polar bear.

Walking inside you didn't need to look around at the place that you practically knew every nook and cranny of now due to how much you actually frequented the place these days. The Totem Café , which uniquely double as a fully operating café and second hand book store, was one of the first places you'd visited when you moved to California almost two years ago.

You had seen it out the U-Haul window you'd been in when you and your sister had just entered town after a grueling and comedically funny thirty-two-hour drive together from your previous home-state. Vowing then you'd try out the place at least once, from the first time you had walked in you were hooked! You'd now stop by at least a few times a week (if not more) to get your daily fix of tea, baked goods, and literature.

Even though today the amount of people that littered the café seating was scarce, a few people were still seen wandering threw the rows of bookshelves. You knew that they'd still probably been jam packed earlier today when it was cooler and were slowing down due to people heading home cause of the heat.

Walking up to the counter you were greeted by Cameron, one of the baristas. She usually was so cheery and wide grinned whenever you came in. But today, she offered you a troubled smile that made you inwardly groan because you'd could already bet your bottom dollar that you knew what she was gonna say.

You quickly beat her to the punch closing your eyes to descend into your monologue of despair " Cam I literally just caught an entire cab and then had to walk almost a full entire block due to the wonderful still blooming LA traffic in damn near hundred- and two-degree weather. So it can't be possible that your about to look me in my slightly sun burned eyes and tell it’s not here." You concluded.

It couldn't be true.

It shouldn't true.

It PLEASE! Wouldn't be true.

Not today.

Cameron couldn't do anything but offer her best sympathetic smile and say, " I looked over there and seen it. Went to do something for Greg! Came back and the book was gone! I swear.“ She sadly explained. “ Also not to rain more on your parade..but we’re also out of cheese danishes so....”

Your eyes popped in a mix of disbelief and annoyance.

“ But we still have everything else for your usual. I promise! Plus Greg just bought a new case of ripe mangos in the back today, so I can guarantee it's gonna taste absolutely fresh and soooo good." She tried her best to ignore the off-putting scowl that overtaken your face. Sorry?

You looked like you were two seconds from turning big and green so you could use the place as a personal smash room.

You were hot!

Literally and figuratively.

Placing an upset hand on your cheek you still hadn't opened your eyes out of the case of disbelief and determent of the tantrum you wanted to make, " Cam I'm not understanding how this happened when I literally called the store twice before I got here. Once before I let the apartment and then again in the taxi just to truly make sure you guys had everything." You squeaked.

" HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN? " You whisper yelled making Cameron giggle at your almost state of delirium.

" I know I know, " She started, " And when you called the first time, I had Nick to take the very last one and wrap it up to the side for safekeeping until you got here. And as far as the book goes I don't know anything beyond that since I was in the back."

" But tell you what! " She bargained, " We do have those oatmeal chocolate cookies you like. Marty is putting them in the oven as we speak." Cameron finished wiggling at brow at you.

Breathing in defeat you decided to just let it go and proceed with order, " Know what. It's fine. All that means is it probably wasn't meant for me to have it today. Trying to slim down anyway. SO I'll just take the usual minus the cheese danish. Plus I'll pass on the cookies. Thank you anyway for trying."

You reached down into your wallet while listening to Cameron playfully scold you on how great your body looked along with a threat about how she was going to put banana syrup in your mango passion tea the next time she heard you say something like that. And that as added punishment she was making you take home a cookie anyway.

You hated Bananas.

So you quickly paid adding a generous tip, and gave her nod of understanding before you walked off to wander around the place until you heard your name be called.

The plan was to actually come for much more than just your fix of fruity tea and sweets. It was look to find a certain new novel to indulge your senses for the next week. And hopefully it maybe had just wandered to a different section of the store by accident....

It was called, what we talk about, when we talk about love.

One of your writer buddies had suggested it to you for a read to help out with your impending writer's block on a romance story you were finishing...sorta.

Romance.

It very predictably of you to be drawn to this section given your background as a hopeless romantic.

All through your life you'd read countless romance novels and even watched movies that had helped formulate your slightly unrealistic view on how love should be.

At one point during teenage hood, you'd honestly thought that men showing up outside women's windows in an all-white limousine with flowers to express how they didn't care that the woman they loved was a prostitute, and pledge their most undying love, was normal.

That it'd had to be the standard.

You wanted you movie style gooey feeling moment, dammit!

But alas in your twenty-three years of living you would soon realize that it just didn't happen like the movies. And your once eager hopeful view on love would begin to dwindle a bit. But hey you hadn't completely lost hope.... yet.

Continuing to look and look....and look! With no luck you decided to go ahead and leave it for another time.

Going to go fetch your beloved beverage you made it to the counter nodding at another barista Marty who handed you your drink and informed that the cookies would be out in a couple minutes.

Happily accepting you looked around to grab a straw and a couple of napkins when you felt the presence of another body appear on the side of you.

Looking next to you were met with a man.

Emphasize on the man part.

He was tall and slender, but you could see that he had some sort of muscular build through the slight strain on his shirt around the bicep areas. He wore a couple of rings on his fingers and a chain around his neck that has cutely placed moles. He had dirty blonde hair with streaks of honey in them and if it was actually him and not the baked goods smell wafting in the air.

HE SMELLED HEAVENLY.

But even with his stellar appearance, that wasn't what had gotten you. It was his even more sexier voice that you could hear on the side of you.

It had you damn near ready to melt where you stood. Screw the sun outside, this man was hotter.

" Hey man. Can I please order another iced oak milk based coffee with a shot of espresso and dark chocolate syrup. And if you could make sure it's super cold I'd appreciate it." The man ordered peering down to look through the glass case at the remaining pastries available. " And I'll take a' one of them cherry turnovers to go. That's all. Thank you."

Upon hearing his dialect you would make the assumption that he had to be of some southern origin. He had that little bit of twang to him.

" Okay Man. I'll have that ready for you in a moment." Greg printed a recipe handing it to the stranger.

" C'mon dude you didn't even let me pay before you printed me out the recipe. Please let me pay this time. Seriously. The guy haggled to a unwavering Greg.

Greg shook his head, " NO can do Bro. It's on the house. Same as last time. I just love what you do man. Zoey 101 used to be my jam in middle school. Good memories and you were apart of that. So good looks on this one." Greg said moving away from the smiling man.

Ouu was a actor of some sort. Probably extra work...

" Alright man. But next time. I'm gonna pay and you won't be able to stop me." The guy proclaimed. You then watched as he pulled out his wallet and dropped a fifty dollar bill in the tip jar once Greg had fully turned.

Okay Mr. Moneybags.

And then he just stood by you waiting for his food like you.

Should you say something? What would you even say?

Nah what for. He was SUPER outta your league. Why waste his and your time?

You'd settled on letting the comfortable silence swell and just to continue to look him over out the corner of your eyes. And you did just that up until your side vision landed on the book he was looking in his hand.

what we talk about, when we talk about love.

That was it! That was the book! The book you wanted!

And he had it.

And for some odd reason you couldn't help but wanna ask him how he liked the book? What he liked about? Was it worth the read?

So doing something unusual for you, you went out on a limb fully turning your body toward him and speaking, " Um ex-xuse me sir? " You spoke waving your hand a bit.

It took him a second to look over and notice you but when he did turn his attention to you, your mouth went dry as the Sahara desert!

" Yes. "He answered.

MY GOD.

He was even more handsome up close!!!

Now having a full view of him the only way you could describe it was as if you were looking at a reincarnation of Apollo himself. The man was stunning.

" Is there something I can help you with? " He asked half pulling you out of the accidental trance he'd put you in.

But right now you were trying to form the words that sat just at the tip of your tongue. You were too distracted by looking directly into his eyes.

They were a absolutely beautiful shade of cobalt.

And the more you stared into them the more you saw different things.

Mostly you thought they looked like the color of the ocean. A pure clean ocean.

Let me take a swim in your water, SIR!

You might as well have had a legal search warrant the way you were looking at this man's retinas.

But what really surprised was the way he was matching your energy by staring. RIGHT. THE. FUCK. BACK.

oh damn this is some prolonged eye contact. shit.

Thinking quickly about where this was going, you shyly looked away rapidly blinking your eyes before going to actually ask your question, " um..the book you're holding. I was just wondering if you'd read it, yet? " You stumbled.

A little smile spreading across his face he replied, " Uh..yeah I have. It's actually one of my favorite books." He informed running his thumb across the creased cover.

Goodness. His smile was so cute.

" Really. That's great! I was asking because one of my friends actually recommended it to me. And I was hoping it was good." You explained nervously fiddling with the fabric of your shirt.

" Oh yeah? Good friend you got! I highly recommend. It’s good and gives the best realistic views of love I’ve ever read. Makes the mind think." He said.

You nodded, " Awesome! That's actually one of the reasons why I came here today to see if they had it, but I think that you may have beaten me to the punch." You stupidly laughed trying your best to mask the nervousness you felt.

That's what you get for saying something.

Looking at the book and then back at you he sighed rubbing his spare hand on the back of his neck, " Awe man I'm sorry. The copy I usually have I left someplace where I can't get it back. And I knew coming here that there was a good chance they had a copy." He lightly chuckled.

" But here." He stuck the book toward you making your pupils enlarge a bit, " I'd much rather you had it. It'll make me happy knowing someone will get to experience this book for the first time. Wish I could again." He said offering you a somber smile.

Immediately you began shaking your head pushing the book back to him, " No. No way. I can tell that it really means something to you. And I think you should have it." You countered.

This made him frown up his face making cute little wrinkles on his forehead, " Nah! Really you should have it. I've read it front to back about a hundred times." He rebottled.

But instead you stood your ground giggling a bit, " No way Jose. I'm not taking it from you. That's that." You affirmed playfully folding your arms over your chest and returning to you original position looking away from him.

From beside you, you could hear him light heartedly sigh before kissing his teeth, " You're a bit of a stubborn one aren't you." He teased.

Grinning you turned your head, " I'm not being stubborn. It just wouldn't be fair to you by me just talking to book to read when you found it first...even if you have already read it a hundred times front to back." You added the last part hoping he'd laugh.

He did.

Looking at you in a way that you couldn't make out he spoke, " So how about I offer you a deal for both of us to be able to read the book and walk away happy." He started his proposal letting his eyes look deep into yours.

At this point this man had five more seconds left of searching your soul with those damned blue-eyes before you'd say screw it and ask him if he wanted to indulge in a deal of your own and go half on a mortgage, plus become a dog dad to your one year old auxie doxie puppy, Magnus.

" I'm listening." You stated definitely tuned in.

" How about if you aren't busy right now. We can find somewhere to sit for a couple of minutes and you let me read my favorite story out of here to you. After that you can have the book and go on your little merry way." He suggested.

You couldn't lie you were a little taken aback by his idea..why would he wanna sit down with you...let alone read to you. What's the catch?

" That sounds nice and fair..." You began..." But no what's the catch? " You cautioned raising a inspecting eye-brow.

Looking at the now serious face you tried to muster he couldn't help the little laugh and smirk that escaped him.

You looked adorable to him.

" No catch I promise. Afterward you won't ever have to see me or hear from me again... if you don't want to."

If you don't want to...

The words linger in your mind as you looked at his hopeful face.

If this fine ass random man truly wanted to read to you. What could it hurt?

OKAY!

" Alright why not ." You agreed.

Austin had to do his best to contain the gigantic smile that wanted to take over his face! Instead he gave you small one and nodded, " Well alright then."

From there you'd both gotten your food and found a nice window spot in the open seating area.

And true to his word Austin had pulled the book open and read his favorite story to you....and then his other favorite....and the other one too. Before you knew he'd read you the whole thing to you and then you both had descended into a deep conversation about things pertaining to the book and some things not pertaining to the book.

The sun was going and the store was closing by the time you two pulled away from being wrapped up in each other.

Both collectively grabbing your things, a certain someone insisted on taking the other one home. To which the latter induvial refused at first because she, one could get home to perfectly on her own, and two as a woman...and black woman no less. You had to be careful about your safety. And letting some stranger although handsome and seemingly sweet take you home and know where you lived, was still a big no.

So the certain someone fully understanding and respecting your cautiousness offered a deal...to be fair, and hailed a cab for you, opening the door for you before you had a chance to reach for the handle and handing the driver in the front a hundred dollar bill ensuring that he needed to take you wherever you wanted to go. Once you were inside a certain someone sheepishly asked if he could get your number...so you could text him that you got home... for safety purposes.

You again stupidly nodded shakily handing him your phone and him doing the same.

Once everything was done you sweetly exchanged goodbyes and parted.

The whole ride home you couldn't shake this feeling you had...it felt gooey.

In the best possible way.

When you did get home you did in-fact text that certain person that you got home.

They immediately texted back.

And you two proceeded to text all night long promising to meet again at the café soon.

Soon was the very next day. And little did you know that certain someone would one day become your husband.

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✨ ✨Appreciation Post ✨ ✨

Dear Blogs that write for Black Readers x Austin Butler or any of his characters he’s played (Or any Black Reader x Any Person), Please don't stop writing, all of y'all’s work is some of THE BEST to be written, EVER. (I’ve been apart of ALOT of fandoms and have read a ton of work) None can compare, you make black women feel seen by making stories that are relatable to US. (Even if it’s made up). So this is for you, I APPRECIATE all of you and all the time and dedication you put into your work, it does not go UNSEEN or OVERLOOKED, because if I come across your work I’m always liking and reblogging (I’m getting better at reblogging y’all’s work) because I’m always rooting for y'all even if your work isn’t getting the recognition it deserves. You are SEEN.

Sorry for Rambling it was just on my heart to share

(Tagging a couple people who I think are amazing writers) (If I didn't tag you drop a comment I would love to see your work I’m always up to read more stories)

@dulcewrites @mamasturn @infernalodie @that-one-anxious-mango @enchantinglyjade @chaeycunty @geminixevans-stan @mauvecherie-writes @syntheticavenger @afriendlyblackhottie @dramaqueeenamby @royallyprincesslilly @blackwomanwriter @jbrizzywrites

(Those are just a few from the Austin butler Fandom and Chris Evans Fandom (Although I need to read more of Chris Evans because I’m slacking, Austin has a tight grip on me)

Love all of you.🤎

-Incorectly

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Yes 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾 I’ve been waiting 😍

Days of Our Love.

This week.

Be there.

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✩ I Can Dream About You ✩ Part 1

Sebastian Kydd x OC

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Warning: Swearing Note: Y'all I'm so excited to start working on new stories(I will not be abandoning Milk & Honey BTW). But I have so many new ideas I'm excited to share. Hope you enjoy!

Castlebury High School.

I hated it here.

Honestly, I wished I would have just gotten bullied, at least that way I’d have proof that someone actually saw me, but instead, I was invisible, a nobody. When people passed me in the halls, it was as if they’d look right through me. I was a ghost, haunting the halls in my first year of high school.

But then, Donna saw me.

She saw me sitting at the lunch tables eating alone like I had always done. She felt bad for me, invited me to her table, offered me a spot in her circle, promised me the world. She trained me, taught me how to do makeup, dress nice, sneak out of class without my parents ever finding out. I felt confident and beautiful. People finally started looking in my direction, but not at me, at her, not that I would have known the difference at the time anyway.

Now,

I’m invisible with a leader.

I fell for it. Fell for dirty tricks and lies. I was vulnerable and she played to my weaknesses. She thought my ghostliness would be useful to her. She had me doing all of her dirty work that the Jens were too sloppy to accomplish. She’d make me fake her mom's voice to call her in and out of school, steal blush and lipstick for her at our local beauty store, and sit on lookout while she and her newest boy toy did unspeakable things in the locker rooms. All in exchange for what? A chance to stand within a 4 foot distance from the princess?

Donna was the most popular, prettiest girl in school, and I let her manipulate me into her perfect little minion.

I tell myself at least I’m not a band geek, but every day that passes, I can only envy them. I bet they have so much more fun than me. I can’t imagine being allowed to be openly smart and talented under Donna’s shadow. Damn, I wish I was a band geek.

After 3 long years of pink lipstick, hair ratting, and wearing the most horrendous of neon colors, senior year was upon us. I’m 18 now, graduation is so close I could practically taste freedom. 9 more months and I'll finally be able to kiss this school goodbye for good.

Then he showed up.

Sebastian, the bad boy that just transferred here. He practically dripped with charisma and experience, and quickly became the knew ‘it’ guy in the school. Donna, of course, had to have him.

“Ooo, check out the new hottie.” Donna blurts out, twirling her hair and smacking her gum, watching as a few boys from the football team talk to him. “He’s perfect. You guys are gonna help me get him.”

I admit, he was gorgeous, but he wasn’t anyone special, just another asshole trying to be the cool popular kid. Guess I can’t say much, that’s basically what reeled me in, but atleast I’m aware of my own shallowness.

“How are we gonna do that?” Jen 1 asks.

“I’ll think of something, don’t worry.” She says scheming in that evil head of hers. “Come.” She waves for us to follow in her direction and the 3 of us do so like the good little pets we are. She struts over, purposely putting an extra sway in her hips as she passes Sebastian, earning her a glance from him and the entire student body present in that area. She smiles, wiggling her perfectly pink polished fingers at him, before continuing forward without a second care in the world.

I follow only a few feet behind her and the Jens. For a moment, I peek up to see if this Sebastian guy really fell for such an old trick in the book, to see if he really is the chump Donna thinks he is. When my head rises, I accidentally make direct eye contact with him. He nods as a greeting to me, causing my lids to widen. I never had anyone look at me before, I feel almost shocked that he can even see me. Self conscious, I turn away, awkwardly pacing back over to my clique.

I can’t believe he looked at me. For that long too. And after Donna! I shake my thoughts away following Donna into our next period. Maybe he’s just desperate, looking for anything with legs. If he’s looking in my direction he must be EXTREMELY desperate. What a pig.

Lucky for me, I find out I have the privilege of sharing American History with the new king and queen of the school.

Donna, of course, snatches the seat right next to Sebastian. I settle for 2 rows behind her, close enough that she can call if she needs an extra swipe of lipstick, but far away enough that I won’t be in direct line of her bullshit.

The teacher goes on and on about boring nonsense while the class quickly wallows into sleep. Donna boredly taps her pencil on her desk, eyeing the man candy next to her. She leans over while the teacher turns his back. “Love the jacket. It’s so vintage!” She whispers, gracefully gliding her hand up the sleeve of his jacket.

He chuckles. “Thanks. My dad’s.”

A week goes by of shadowing Donna as she works her magic and he still hasn’t taken a hint. Her frustration only built up everyday that he denied her advances, which only meant it’s been a week of hell for The Jens and I. For a moment, I had hope. Maybe he wasn’t a pig after all. I mean, it didn’t take most guys a week to catch on to Donna’s clues and definitely didn’t take them that long to ask on their own, unless they were insanely out of her league and intimidated, which he is clearly not. I thought, maybe he’s a guy that respects himself and has actual standards for what he wants in a girlfriend. Or better yet, maybe he wants something stable and long term. But eventually, my hopes were diminished.

On my way to third period, I walk straight into them talking in the dark art hallway in the basement. It didn’t take a genius to see how private this area would be to ‘talk’. Guess he doesn’t take long to start getting busy.

I mutter an apology to them, and while avoiding Donna’s glare, I quickly scurry away.

“I’ll catch up with you later, Donna.”

“Alright, ‘Bastian. Don’t miss me too much.”

‘Bastian’. Please, I’m gonna be sick. They already have nicknames for each other? They’ve only known each other for a week! What kind of weird, phony-

“Hey.”

My soul nearly jumps out of my body. I twist my neck to see Sebastian jogging in my direction, before stopping in front of me. “You dropped this.”

Is he…talking to me? I stay frozen, hoping to stay out of the way of whoever he was talking to, but when I notice he doesn’t move, I glance over my shoulders, desperately trying to find the person that should be answering to him.

“I’m talking to you.” He chuckles.

When I turn back towards him, I find out he is in fact talking to me. He holds his arm out, an english notebook in hand with my doodles plastered all over the cover. I shyly take it from him, stuffing it in my arms with the rest of my books, and when I thank him our eyes lock for only a second time since I’ve known him. His stare puts shivers straight down my spine. He really does have some beautiful blue eyes. But before I allow myself to see anymore of him, I spin on my toes speeding towards my class.

“Hey, wait up! Where ya headed?” He says, jogging back over to my side.

I swallow, voice dry and groggy from being inactive most days. “Art.”

He continues to walk the same direction as me. “I have art too. Funny. Never noticed you in there.”

I sigh. Just another confirmation about how much of a ghost I am. “Most don’t.” I mutter under my breath, pushing open the art room door and sitting at my seat near the back of the class. Much to my dismay, Sebastian takes the seat next to me, slamming down his bag next to my leg. I take in a deep breath, ignoring the fact that I can practically feel him looking at me, before reaching over to dig through my backpack for my sketchbook. When I place it down on the table in front of me, he speaks.

“So…You a Jen? I’ve noticed you follow Donna around most everywhere.”

Why is he talking to me? None of Donna’s exes ever bothered to get to know the Jens, let alone me, so what does he want? Is he some sort of psychopath? Maybe he’s gonna try and manipulate everyone into thinking he’s some great guy so we won’t think he’s a suspect when Donna’s body gets discovered on the news or something…

I adjust myself in my seat, scooching over an inch away from him. “No, I’m an Alex.”

“Alex.” He repeats slowly in a way that makes heat rise to my cheeks. I guess I never really heard anyone but teachers say it. Damn, I really am a loser, aren’t I? “I can tell, you seem like you have an actual personality…and awareness.”

A small grin appears on my face from his comment, but I quickly force my cheeks back down. He’s a psychopath, remember!

He leans over the table in an attempt to peek at my face, but I snap my head away and hide myself behind my hand, completely embarrassed that he’s even acknowledging my existence in the first place. What is he doing? Why is he so weird!?

“Aw come on, don’t be like that. I saw that smile. No need to be so serious and guarded.” My smile can’t help but creep back just a little bit. I lower my hand peering curiously, but suspiciously at him over my fingertips. He leans back in his chair, lip curling when he meets my gaze for a third time. “You know, Alex, you don’t seem too bad.”

I drop my hand now, nervously fumbling with the rings in my sketchbook, while my stomach flutters with butterflies. Donna really bagged a weirdo this time. “Thanks…?”

With that, the bell rings and the teacher begins giving out instructions. While she speaks, I flip open my sketchbook and make a few last scribbles and smudges on my last drawing.

Sebastian slaps his forearms down obnoxiously loud and forceful, causing the whole table to shake. I pull my pencil away just in time before it smears down a dark and unerasable line in a place I didn’t want it and clench my teeth as I watch him inch closer to me and my paper. “So, why aren’t you taking a class with Donna? Aren’t you supposed to be bodyguarding her every move.”

I take a pause, ensuring he wasn’t going to move again, before touching the pencil back down on the paper. One of the Jens is in Math with her right now, assuming she’s not skipping. Donna wouldn’t get caught dead on this side of the school, art was my time. “Only moment of peace I get.”

He bites his lips together in thought while he smacks his hands down onto the table, pounding out some sort of rhythm, and once again making me pause my drawing due to the shaking. I place my pencil down entirely, figuring I was going to get nowhere with him near, and sigh in frustration, succumbing to a conversation with him. “Didn’t peg you as the art type.”

His head snaps back quick in my direction, surprised I spoke up. “Oh, I’m not. Required. Didn’t know you could draw.” He says leaning over onto my side of the table once again, eyes glossing over my still unfinished sketch. “Wow. That’s amazing.” He says in awe.

Let me guess, he can’t even draw a stick figure?

“I can’t even draw a stick figure.” He exclaims on cue.

Typical. I never got spoken to much, but one thing people could speak to me about was my artwork. But every time it’s always the same line. I roll my eyes, placing my head in my hand and boredly scratching at the wood chipping on the edge of the table. “I’m sure you can’t.”

He scoffs out a laugh, simultaneously furrowing his brows. “What? You think I’m some jock or something?”

Not what I was going for but, “Might as well be.”

He nods slowly, humming to himself while he sits back in his chair. He doesn’t say another word to me until the bell’s ringing to dismiss us. “It was nice talking to you,” as he walks out of the classroom.

6 words. 6 simple words that left my mind jumbled all night on their meaning. Was he being genuine or sarcastic? Had I said something really wrong? Made a bad first impression? I knew I shouldn’t have said that last thing. I’m such an idiot. I don’t know why I care so much anyway, it’s not like he was ever going to talk to me again regardless of what I said. Though, even that would be proven wrong.

The next day at school, I saw him again. It was one of those glorious times Donna decided to be too cool for school. He was at one end of the hallway, I at the other. He strides down the hall like it’s a runway, looking to charm anyone that dares to glance his way. He could mesmerize anyone with that charisma of his, and he nearly gets me every time.

I grip the backpack straps on my shoulder as he comes closer and closer, unsure if I should bother looking his way to greet him. He probably forgot who I am already. It’d be embarrassing if I waved at him and he didn’t know who I was.

To my surprise, he waves first. “Hey, Alex.” He enunciates, making sure I knew he was talking to me.

I wave back, barely having enough time to smile before he had already passed by. That one interaction was enough to leave my stomach swarming with light and bubbly feelings. My heart pounded loudly for him from that day forward and I just knew I was destined for trouble and disappointment.

He was Donna’s, she made that very clear, and she always gets what she wants.

I needed to get rid of these feelings as quickly as I could, but life is never that easy, is it?

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Milk & Honey - Ch. 24

Austin!Elvis x Black!OC

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Summary: Elvis gets Honey to admit she's jealous

Warning: Lord forgive me, NSFW 18+, swearing, mentioning of dead parents, failing marriage, cheating/infidelity, semi-public sex, possessiveness, daddy kink, breeding kink, spanking, fingering, oral (f. receiving)

Note: I’m going to hell for this chapter

Song: Black Snake Moan - Blind Lemon Jefferson. I will pay money for Baz to release the movie version of this song. PLEASE!

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Ain’t got no mama now

Charles and I sit on the red velvet couch in Elvis’ suite, which is much nicer than mine might I add. I tug on my thin nightgown, incredibly insecure about the way the silk clings to my body. Marcella came knocking on my door this morning, insisting that we join them for breakfast right that very instant. My floor was packed with people which only added to the embarrassment of everything. Though I was fairly excited to see what breakfast Elvis had ordered for us, Lord knows that man’s got an appetite and I’m right behind him on that. But while I was greeted with a large assortment of sweet breakfast pastries and fresh fruit, I was also greeted by their relationship.

“I’ll be right back. I’m gonna go wake him up.” Marcella explains, pushing past their bedroom door.

Charles and I help ourselves to a plate before plopping down in front of the TV. The next 30 minutes all I can hear is Elvis and Marcella’s muffled conversation in the next room. They aren’t exactly shouting at each other, but it’s easy to tell they aren’t happy either.

“What are they talking about in there?” Charles asks, unbelievably with wide eyes.

I chuckle at his annoyed tone, before shrugging. “You’ll have to ask daddy that one, I don’t know.” I lean down next to him with a hushed voice. “And if he tells you, you let me know.”

He smiles with a mouthful of pancakes, pointing his fork at me. “I got you, ma.”

“Well that depends on how much you wish to upset my father AND your manager.” Marcella swings open the door to the door, marching out. She only takes a few steps forward before she spins around to say one last thing to Elvis who now stands in the doorway. I shield Charles' head, trying to keep his attention on the TV in front of us, while I secretly watch the scene play out in the corner of my eye. She lowers her voice, but I can still hear it under the low volume of the cartoons. “I’m not talking about this again.” She hisses out, before storming over to the food.

She told me late last night, 'You don't need no mama no how'

All I can see is his face, leaning on the frame of the door. He pinches the bridge of his nose, eyes closed, and taking a deep breath. I watch him with a frown. Do they do this often? I wonder what they were arguing about in there.

Then he steps out of the room, body now exposed to my eyes and I about lose it. His unbuttoned silk shirt hangs loosely from his shoulders, glimpses of his midriff peeking through the opening. He takes his hand from his nose, now aware that I’m sitting in the living room. He raises an eyebrow my way with a tired smirk and heavy, just woke up eyes behind the loose strands of hair that fell into his face.

Damn, he looked sexy.

He slowly stomps towards me, that smirk still plastered on his face. “Mornin’, Bumble.” He greets, a deep morning rasp still heavy on his vocal cords. His voice vibrates through the floor, sending tingles up my legs.

Lord spare me.

“Mornin, squirt.” He sneaks up behind Charles, snatching him up and rough housing him.

“Careful, he just ate.” I say, but they don’t listen. Charles laughs, smiling brightly while he play fights with his father. I shake my head with a smile, lifting my fork to my lips while I watch them in adoration. Just something bout a man that’s good with kids, you know.

It was dangerous for me to be near him lately. I don’t know what overcame me. Maybe it’s all the built up tension, but I was on the verge of losing myself to it. It’s been so bad, that I’ve been doing my best to just avoid him by all possible means. Just old feelings, he’s married, that night was a mistake. We can’t, but Lord, I want it SO BAD!

Mmm, Black snake crawlin’ in my room

Some pretty mama better get this black snake soon

Elvis laughs as he pulls away. When he sits up straight, he makes direct contact with my eyes, smiles falling away. His eyes form a warning squint for half a second, knowing exactly what thoughts plagued my mind.

Honey, stop it! You can’t be looking at him like that.

Marcella comes over to us with a plate in hand. She plants a kiss on his cheek, but he just keeps looking at me. Shit, most the time he was looking everywhere but her. It don’t take no genius to know their marriage was crumbling, with or without me. Part of me feels bad for her, but the other part knows she’s playing a game in this too.

I clear my throat, awkwardly excusing myself. “Forgot a drink, I’ll be right back.” I say as I lift myself from the couch.

“I’m gonna grab somethin too.” Elvis says, following close behind me.

We walk around the corner into the next room where the food is all laid out. I pick at a few grapes on one of the trays.

“I see you like that nightgown I bought you.” He says pouring himself a glass of orange juice.

My head snaps up. Found it lying on my bed when we first came here, amongst a few other gifts. I figured it was from him, but I just wasn’t quite sure until now. “Yeah, it’s comfortable…”

He hums, leaning on one of the back counters and looking just a little too long at said gown. His unbuttoned shirt falls open, exposing his chest. His body’s grown more manly since I last saw him. He’s larger, broader, hairier. I thought he was fine as hell 10 years ago, but this does something new to me.

He notices me eyeing him, lip curling over the rim of his drink.

Oh, he’s playing with me now. He knows how fine he is. I need to up the stakes.

I walk around the center island until I’m right in front of him. I bend over slowly, reaching for a grape once more, arching my back real nice for him, knowing the thin dress material would show right through to my panties to anyone that looked close enough, and I knew he would.

“Hey, um Charles asked if I’d bring him down to the pool. Is that alright?”

I snap up, grape flinging out of my hand. Luckily, Elvis catches it before it can land on the ground. He looks at me with an eyebrow raise, popping the fruit in his mouth. “Uh, yeah. That’s fine.”

She gulps, nervously, but composes herself quick. “Okay. Maybe when you’re done eating, the two of you can join us down there.” Then she turns around to gather Charles, before exiting the suite. Guilt fills my heart. She knows very well something is up between us.

I spin around towards Elvis, about to stop all his behavior until I lay eyes on him. His arms are crossed, the cup he once held is on the counter beside him, empty. He clears his throat. “You know, Jerry told me the things you been sayin. Bout that ring you should be wearin.” That traitor! He rubs his chin, looking down at my hand. “Tryna nab the crown get the king, hmm?”

I scoff. ‘King’. “Please, you sound so full of yourself.”

He chuckles dryly. “Do I now? Throwin yourself at me in public, goin out with men for the sole purpose of grabbin my attention, then actin like it didn’t happen when I finally confront you about it.” He shakes his head down at me. “Just admit you’re jealous.”

“I ain’t.” I cross my arms.

“Bumble.” He warns deeply.

I huff, side eyeing him. “Fine. Maybe I was…”

He laughs, obnoxiously loud and fake. “WAS? Honey James? Jealous? Now I heard it all.”

I roll my eyes, stepping forward to walk back into the living room, but before I can barely move, he grabs my arm, stopping me. He looks down at me darkly with those same hooded eyes from that day. Ooo. “Quit lookin at me like that.” I beg more than order.

He bites his lip, pushing off the counter to trap me between him and the island, his arms on either side of me. “Me? Lookin at you? Please, you sound so full of yourself.” My breath hitches against his chest, all confidence I previously had out the window. I didn’t think my little seduction trick would actually work and I definitely didn’t think me running my mouth would backfire so quickly. “Look at you like what, babygirl? I always look at you like this.”

I swallow hard, legs clenching together tightly. “It ain’t right.”

He shakes his head condescendingly. “Mm mm, I’ll be decidin what’s right and wrong here. You done enough recently.”

Black snake is evil

Black snake is all I see

He spins me around, bending me over like how I was before. Not a second later, I feel a hard smack against my ass. I gasp, shocked he actually has the nerve to do something like this, but doing nothing to stop him.

“This what you wanted?” I cry out, adrenaline rushing through my body as he plants another one down. “Teasin me in front of everyone. Throwin yourself at other men.” He pauses, catching his breath while he looks down at me. He drops his voice. “It killed you bein second, didn’t it? You just couldn’t accept your place.”

Oh, that does it!

I throw myself up, turning around so we’re eye level. I point my finger at him. “You- That ring should be on my finger.”

He backs me further into the counter, the ledge pressing hard against my back and his pelvis hard against my front. “So you finally admit it? Jealous I never put a ring on you when I shoulda? You wanna milk me dry of everything I have just like her? Put a baby in you and everything, but it still ain’t enough.” He lifts me up by my thighs with a grunt, setting me on top of the counter. My legs instinctively hook around him, knowing exactly where that man belongs and couldn’t be pried open until he gave me what I needed. He massages the silk of my dress into my thighs, whispering against my neck. “I’ll put another one in you if you want me to, Bumble.”

“Elvis!” I whisper shout in absolute shock.

He leaves a lick on my collarbone, making me shiver under his touch. “Say the word. I’ll fill you up nice and full over and over again just like I used to. Put another little baby in you for everyone to see. Make all those men quit lookin at what’s mine, cause they know you’re walkin around full of me.”

Fuck.

Did he ever wonder if I got pregnant that night? He knew the crime we committed and what could come of it. Deep down I think we both knew and wanted it. Knew it would bring us back together again.

He ghosts over my lips, waiting for me to break down and give in. I rest my hands on his shoulders, fingers trembling in weakness and low self control. “Elvis, your wife is downstairs.”

He swiftly shakes his head, with a cold laugh. “I don’t give a damn if that woman was standin right in front of me. You’re my girl, my number one. You weren’t never second to her, baby. I hope you know that.” I tremble at his words while he kisses at my chest with his soft lips. He nibbles at the skin of my breasts every now and again, simultaneously groping at my backside.

Oh, those lips. I’ve missed them so bad.

His cock throbs against me, causing my insides to convulse around nothing. I hold onto his shoulders for dear life, throwing my head back with a moan. He hums against my skin. “I missed those sounds, baby.”

Just let him do it. PLEASE!

“Please.”

“Please what, darlin?”

Oh, just let him ravish you!

“Stop.” I say barely convincingly, grinding against him as I say the word. I had hoped he’d come to his senses and stop himself, because I definitely don’t have a good enough heart nor the strength to stop on my own, but he doesn’t seem to have the intention of stopping any time soon, so I guess I’ll be the one to speak up before we do something we’ll regret.

He lifts his head up to look me in the eyes. My heart despises me for not being able to just shut up. I pant, hungry for air. It felt like a whole body workout trying to push away all this pent up lust. “Bumble, I can feel how wet you are through your in’imates. You’re practically fuckin me through ‘em right now. Who you think you’re foolin?” He bucks his hips forward, his clothed hardness jabbing me right at my opening. I bite my lips together, holding back a hiss while I tighten up painfully, NEEDING to be around something.

“We can’t- We shouldn’t.”

“Nobody’s gonna know. I promise. I don’t care if they find out anyway.” His words mumble against my neck, vibrating through my skin. He hikes up my dress to my waist, rubbing circles into the flesh of my thighs.

“Elvis, please. It’s hard enough as it is.”

He halts his movements, looking me dead in my glossy eyes. “Tell me you want me to stop and I will.”

I close my eyes tight, whining out a hopeless moan. How could I tell him to stop when I wanted him so bad? I couldn’t say it. I groan, before taking his head in my hands and crashing my mouth against his for an pathetically needy kiss, immediately sucking at his tongue in the process.

Woke up this morning

black snake moved in on me

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too, baby. So bad.” He growls against my lips.

I rub my hands up and down his chest, touching him anywhere I could manage. One heated kiss after the other. He groans, quickly making work of my underwear, lifting my legs so he can pull them down and throw them to the ground.

He was right, I’m dripping for him. He plays in my wetness, spreading it around my clit. “Still so pretty for me.” My body shutters under his touch. I whine out ‘please’ after ‘please’, begging for more. I swear I could cum from this alone. My body has been so desperate, so hungry, waiting for his touch again, I knew it wouldn’t take much to bring me to the edge.

He pulls his dick out from his silk bottoms, swirling the tip against me like he was previously doing with his fingers. “Need me that bad, darlin?” Lord, I needed him to the point of tears.

I nod, laying back into the countertop, ignoring the hardness against my body.

“So bad you gotta prance around the hotel in lace and no bra in front of my wife? You want her to see, don’t you?” He holds the tip at my entrance, teasing it by only pushing in a centimeter before pulling away and doing that over and over again. “You want her to walk in, seein me fill my princess, seein that I came back to you. Bet it makes you feel real special.” My eyes could have rolled to the back of my head. “You do like that, don’t you? Never knew my little bumble bee was such a bad girl.”

He stops his movements, holding himself at my hole, which was trying so desperately to suck him into place. I arch my back, trying to move my hips down onto him, but he holds me still. “You ain’t let no other man take you, did ya?” He asks proudly, already knowing the answer.

I shake my head, lips sealed tight, knowing if I tried speaking a single word it would only come as a hysterical scream of lust.

“Daddy’s pussy’s still as tight as I left it then? Still sweet? Waitin for me?”

I let out a sob, biting my finger. Some of my wetness rolls down my ass and drips onto the tile floor while I clench around the small bit of him he offers me.

“Who’s got you all wet like that? Hmm? Tell me.”

“You, Elvis.”

“Is it me?”

“Elvis, please!”

He caresses my face. “Shh, I know, baby. It’s okay. Daddy always takes care of his baby, just like he promised.”

Oh, I was on the brink of insanity.

Slowly, he enters me, hissing when he feels me squeeze tight around him, muscles contracting, hungry to feel full again. “I love you, Bumble. Fuck, I love you.” I gasp out, clawing for his hips, wanting him in me as deep and soon as possible. He fills me, claiming me as his own again. “Ooo, that’s all mine, baby.” My eyes cross at all the sensations I’m feeling.

He bottoms out, watching with a prideful but craving smile as I trash and whimper on his dick. My walls sting with a stretch, having to learn how to accommodate him all over again. My hands reach out for anything to hold just to help me get a grip on myself. Oh, this is what I’ve been waiting for. All those years. He groans, feeling my pulse all the way through my pussy. I breathe deeply, basking in the feeling that was him.

Then, he pulls back, head dragging painfully slowly along my tight walls, and right as he’s about to thrust back in and claim his prize, the front door knob jiggles, echoing through the otherwise quiet house.

My eyes spring open. He quickly yanks himself out of my clutches, leaving me quivering and empty. I have to hold my hands over my mouth to stop myself from crying out in agony of being SO CLOSE, yet so far to FINALLY getting what I needed. Now more than ever, I just needed to feel him ruin my cervix in the most filthy and animalistic ways possible.

The door creaks open, slamming shut behind whoever entered. I jump off the counter, pushing him even further away from me while he tucks himself back into his pants. I fix myself to look presentable, but I still look obviously tousled.

The sound of footsteps echo across the floor, making their way closer and closer to us until revealing Marcella. She huffs. “Sorry, forgot to grab sunscre-. You’re still eating? What’re guys doing in here?”

“Talkin.”

She looks between the two of us suspiciously. “Bout what?”

I know for a fact that she can see my watery eyes and heavy breathing, so I say the only thing I could think of at that moment. “My parents.” Elvis snaps his head towards me. “They died a while back…in a car accident.” I bite my lip, trying my best to portray sadness through my body language. Elvis looks at me in disbelief.

She drops her arms, looking at me with a pout. “Oh Honey. I’m so sorry.” She comes right up to me and pulls me into a hug. You know, sometimes she can take the whole nice act a little too far sometimes, but right now, I just pray she doesn’t smell the familiar scent of her husband on my body.

I look down at the ground, noticing my panties right next to her foot. My eyes widen as I quickly kick them over to Elvis, who steps on them, hiding them with his big ass feet. I roll my eyes, hoping this moment would end already.

She pulls away, flashing me a soft smile, before walking into their bedroom. Once she’s out of sight, I turn back to Elvis who still has that shocked look on his face. “What?” I ask, frustrated with my hands on my hips.

“Did you just use your dead parents to buy you out of homewreckin?” He whispers, astonished.

I pick up another grape, throwing it at him, on purpose this time, but he just catches it again, eating it with a grin. “Don’t speak to me.” I stomp away into the dining area.

Angrily he follows. “Oh, now you’re mad at me?”

“Yes.”

“And what did I do?”

Not fuck me. “Exist.” I get to the dining table, before spinning around to face him. He stops just as quickly from being so close on my tail. “And give me my panties back.” I whisper demandingly, noticing them in his hand.

He smirks. “Nah, darlin, they’re mine now. You can get ‘em back later.” He says stuffing them in his pocket. He’s asking to get caught. I roll my eyes, turning away from him, but he stops me. I raise a confused eyebrow at him, while he backs me into the table this time. “We ain’t finished yet.”

Mama, that's all right, mama that's all right for you

He pulls my dress up, slipping a hand underneath, while simultaneously watching over my shoulder. As insane as I think he is, I can’t help but lift my leg out of his way so he can deepen his touches. He starts fingering me fast, rubbing his palm in all the right spots, knowing I still must be close. He leans in whispering dirty dreams in my ear.

“I never got to see you all swollen with my baby, Bumble. I miss playin house with you, baby. Don’t you? Mama ever miss playin with Daddy? Shit, you been drivin me insane. I swear I could kill the next man that looks at you.”

I snap my eyes shut, biting down hard against my lips and grasping down even harder against the ledge of the table. He looks down at me with a grin, before looking over my shoulder once more. Then, he bends down, getting on his knees, hand still inside me. His free hand lifts my dress higher, holding it at breast level, and before I know it, he’s lapping at my folds. His fingers begin moving even faster and I have to focus all the more on keeping quiet. He swirls his tongue around my clit, sucking at it with such intent and passion that my knees buckle, nearly giving out beneath me.

“Do you know where the sunscreen is, baby?” I freeze, face mortified and body in a state of confusion and panic when Elvis continues on.

He lazily lifts his head, checking his view over my leg before nonchalantly answering. “Check the closet.” He licks his bottom lip, and like that, he’s right back at it.

Oh my God. It’s wrong. It’s so wrong. I’m going to hell.

He cups my ass, my dress in return falling against the bridge of his nose. I gather it in my hands, pulling it out of his way. I insecurely hold the fabric against my chest while I have to look away from him, in fear of fully acknowledging this is actually happening.

His hand holds me still while he presses his face harder into me. His tongue works long licks, parting my folds on his way down to where his fingers are and then back up to my clit again. My body starts to shake and I feel that pressure rising. A squeak escapes my lips, causing him to speed his movements. Within seconds, I’m losing myself on top of him. He reaches up to cover my mouth, so my cries become inaudible. I slap my hands over top his to press it more firmly against my mouth, terrified of being heard. I pulse against his fingers on my way down from my high. He gives me as much time as he can to regain myself, then pulls away.

What's the matter now?

Honey what's the matter now?

Sugar, what's the matter, don't like no black snake no how

He stands, eyeing my parted lips which are gasping for air. He takes one of his wet fingers, gliding it across my bottom lip. I open my mouth further, taking his fingers in. He watches as I suck my own wetness from around his engagement ring, breathing heavily even after I pull away.

“Found it! Alright, I’ll be down at the pool!” Marcella shouts, the front door slamming shut soon after.

Oh my God, I can’t believe I just did that.

I place my hand on my head, staring into the floor while I come up with any possible reasoning to excuse my sins. Elvis takes notice of my uneasiness, and cups my cheek, leaving an affectionate kiss against my lips, the taste of me still present on his tongue. “Honey, I love you.” He whispers.

My eyebrows furrow upward, feeling weak in the situation I’ve found myself in. “How can I believe that when you’re still with her.”

He wraps his other arm around my torso, bringing me in toward him. “I tried telling her that I wanna break things off, but she’s real in denial about it.”

I rest my head against his chest, swallowing the lump in my throat. “How can I trust that you’re telling the truth? You hurt me bad, Elvis.” He winces at my words. “How do I know you won’t do it again?”

He quickly pulls away to cup my face again, desperately looking into my eyes. I close my eyes, snuggling into the warmth of his hand against my cheek. “Do what again? Honey, I’m tryin everything I can. I’m sorry for leavin you. I’m so sorry. I think about it every day, because everything I do always comes back to you. I never shoulda left you, Bumble. You were the best thing I ever had. I’m sorry for hurtin you.”

I take a deep breath, pulling my head from his hands. “But you’re always puttin Colonel first. You let some woman take my place cause you were too scared what the Colonel and everyone else would do. You were always tellin me that you’d fight for us, that you didn’t care what others thought, that I had no reason to worry, then look what you turned around a did.” I sniffle, feeling tears swell up in my eyes. “Baby, she don’t even love you.” My quivering voice manages out. “The only reason she’s even nice to us is so you don’t leave her. She knows how stupid it would be to leave a millionaire husband.”

He tenses uncomfortably. “That how you feel about me? You want a millionaire husband.” He asks quietly.

My body slumps over hopelessly. “Do you think that’s what I wanted in Tupelo?” He looks down at the floor. I carefully walk towards him, cupping his face like he had done to me a few seconds ago. “I know you been hurt since I last saw you, but, baby, it’s me. You know who I am. And it breaks my heart that you even have to ask that.” With a tear falling down my face, I step back, shaking my head. “None of this should have happened.”

“Baby, please.”

He reaches back out for my hand, but I only bring it closer to me. “No, let's just forget any of this ever happened, okay? I’m sorry for all the stress I been causin. We’ll just finish this residency, go back home, and continue on as normal. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, right?”

He stands speechless.

I shake my head, turning around to walk towards the front door.

“You still comin to the show tonight, right?”

I glance over my shoulder at his lost puppy eyes. My lip quivers at the sight, but I bite it down. “Yeah, I’ll be there.”

Wonder where my black snake gone?

Black snake mama done run my darlin' home

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Milk & Honey - Ch. 23

Austin!Elvis x Black!OC

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Summary: Elvis is trying to come to terms with Honey dating again. Honey isn't too fond of it herself

Warning: NSFW 18+ mild sexual activity, dirty talk, swearing, flirting

Song: Do You Love Me - The Contours

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-Elvis POV-

God damn, this woman is driving me crazy. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep. I see her everywhere, in everything. I can’t go one minute without thinkin of her and that blonde curly hair. Being near her felt like a little glimpse of heaven, even when she’s mad at me. I’d do sinful things to get a taste of that sweetness, especially if it meant escaping this hell for even a second.

I shake her from my thoughts. Gotta knock this shit off, I got a show comin up soon. Can’t be caught distracted now

I stand in front of the mirror while brushing my teeth. As I bend down to spit, I feel a small arm snake around my waist. Marcella reaches her head around my arm to peek at me through the mirror. “My mom’s wondering when we’re gonna be bringing some grandbabies over to visit her.” She whispers, as she begins to untie my robe.

I rinse the toothbrush off, throwing it over onto a nearby towel. “‘Cella, I just got Charles, can we slow down a sec.” I reply calmly, but feel irritated just looking at her.

She huffs, pulling away to put her hands on her hips. “We’ve been married for how long now, Elvis? You have barely made love to me since the day you put this ring on my finger.” She holds up her hand as if I’d need help realizing which ring she was talkin bout.

I clench my jaw, storming out the bathroom. “I told you, I just ain’t really that type.”

She scoffs, following close behind me. “‘Ain’t that type’? Ain’t that something. It’s cause of her! I’m not as stupid as you think I am.” I sit down on the edge of the bed, rubbing my temple with my hand. Everytime this woman speaks I get a headache. “My father already hasn’t taken the news lightly, so I suggest you finally move on from her to not further upset him.” She crosses her arms, stomping towards the door. I raise my head, just as she opens it. She looks back at me over her shoulder, taking a deep exhale before she speaks. “Look, I’m willing to forget about all this, but I did see a little blue shirt in the window of the boutique downstairs, if you wanna make it up to me. It’s the least you can do after everything.” And with that, she slams the door shut.

Lord, how’d I get myself into this mess.

Later in the day, I get the boys over to talk production, Charles in my bedroom watching TV since I apparently had to watch him for Honey’s…evening talk with an old friend. Things go fine, until I leave the room to grab a cola. On my way back from the fridge, I overhear their conversation.

“Damn she sure is a fine woman though.”

“She’s E.P.’s baby mama if you wanna get in between that.”

“You bet I don’t.”

“The hell you two talkin bout?” The boys go quiet, turning around to look at me, watching as I sit down at the desk in the living room scattered with papers and letters. I scoff at their hesitant faces. “She’s more than just a baby mama.”

“Really? And what would that be?”

I gulp down some of my drink, setting it down frustratedly with a loud clunk. “A good friend.”

“You hear that? She’s a ‘good friend’.”

“Oh, I ain’t got no doubts.”

The boys go back and forth, laughing and clearly having no fear of testing my patience today. “Alright, now all’a’ya put a sock in it, and keep her outta your thoughts ‘fore I have to leave a handprint across your faces.” I glare at each of them in the room, but they only snicker at my attempt to warn them.

Jerry dares to speak up. “Elvis, I’ve known you for years and you never mentioned a- what do you call her? Bumble?” He asks over the edge of his glasses.

“Cause I don’t want to. Now, I need you to go to those shops downstairs and buy a blue shirt in the window.” I say, steering the conversation away from her.

He raises an eyebrow. “Just…a blue shirt? What shirt?”

I rest my elbows on the desk, rubbing my temples roughly. “I don’t know, man. Any fuckin blue shirt you see down there.”

He thinks for a moment, before reluctantly standing from his chair and sliding out the door, following the orders I gave him. Now that that conversation is over, let’s move on to some real business-

“Billy, you said you knew her before right? You got any beans to spill on the whole situation?” Red questions.

I clench my jaw, throwing my head over the back of my chair in annoyance.

“Yeah, he was crazy bout her back in the day. Them two was always sneakin ‘round the cops. He’d even go dancing with her.” He snorts out a laugh until he makes eye contact with me, then his face drops. “Sorry, cous’.”

“See, how come we never heard this?” Joe asks.

“Ain’t easy to talk about.” I respond quietly. “Now can we move on from this topic?”

There’s a knock on the door.

George stands since he’s the closest to the entrance. “Yeah, come on guys. Gotta keep quiet before one of Elvis’ girls shows up.” He taunts with a laugh.

My knuckles turn white, gripping the bottle in my hand. “Girl. I have one.” I demand.

He only chuckles, opening the door to reveal Thomas standing behind it. “Hey, E.P.!” He greets, casually stepping in. He’d been stopping by for the past few days. Ran into him while I was out bringing Marcella shopping down the strip. We had already gotten pretty familiar with each other again before Honey reunited with him. Now I don’t even wanna look at him, just Michael all over again. “I was just wondering if you knew where Honey’s suite was. Supposed to be takin her out, you know.”

The boys amusedly turn to watch my reaction to this. I ain’t gonna give them the satisfaction of blowin up, or actin jealous, or anything childish like that. I have Marcella, and they know that. Ain’t nothin going on between Honey and I. If she wants to date, then-

I guess-

Damnit, it ain’t important right now!

“You know Honey too?” Billy buds in.

Please, Billy. Now ain’t the damn time.

But Thomas smiles at his question. “Yeah! We grew up together, Me, E.P., Honey, and Michael. We all lived in the same town, doin our best to impress her. E.P. and Michael was always fightin over her every time they got the chance. We all had a little crush on her, but I wasn’t bout to get in between them two. Whoo! They was bad.” He chuckles, pointing over towards me. “Glad that’s over.”

I scoff with a smile. “Easy to like the only girl in the whole town.” I add, downplaying incredibly.

Just then, the door knob spins, metal creaking as it opens. Little blonde curls peak through. Honey apologetically smiles as she opens the door further to reveal the rest of her. She has on a red dress, fitting tightly over her body, just like the ones I used to buy for her. Her hair is up, some curls falling over her exposed collarbone and breasts.

The boys laugh at my joke from before, but everyone’s smile disappears upon seeing her. My God, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

“You sure that was the only reason?” My head snaps back over to Thomas, who’s biting his lip looking at the exact areas of her body I was.

“What they got growin in Tupelo?” Sonny whispers with his jaw on the floor.

I could slap each one of ‘em silly right about now.

Her heels clank on the marble floors as she walks over to Thomas. “Sorry if I’m interrupting anything.” She says sweetly.

Thomas stands pathetically quickly. “No, not at all. I was just looking for you actually.”

I can’t watch this no more.

-Honey’s POV-

“So, what are you doin out here with E.P. then? You his stage manager or somethin?”

I chuckle, following beside Thomas as we walk down the strip. “No, no. Just visiting. I used to be a singer too actually.”

His eyes widen. “Really?” He says with a big smile. “I’d love to hear you sing sometime.”

I force out a nervous laugh. “Oh, no. I don’t do that no more. Haven’t in a long time.”

He smacks his lips. “Tsk, don’t be that way. Once a singer, always a singer. You know what,” He stops in his place to face me. “I saw the perfect place the other day for you to sing for me.”

I cross my arms with a grin, anxiously excited by his offer. “Oh, I’m singin for you now?” I raise a brow.

He smirks at me. “Yeah, I wanna see what you got.” He tilts his head to the side. “Come on. Let’s go.” He offers his arm out to me and I gladly take it, following in the direction of whatever place he has on his mind.

We arrive at a club filled with song, drink clanking, and chattering. It’s very casual in its looks, yet somehow still refined and skilled, like its inhabitants are laid back with their excellence. I recognize tunes like these, the clothes they wear, the gently calloused fingers. These are actual musicians.

A few customers turn to watch us enter, eyeing my dress as we walk by. I cross my arms around my body, feeling inexperienced and overdressed, as though I was trying to excel in looks where I likely lacked in talent. Great, another place to feel like I don’t belong.

I follow Thomas to two seats in front of the bar, where he orders drinks for us.

“So, you come by Michael at all?” He asks as the bartender sets our drinks down in front of us.

I raise my eyebrows, taking a sip. “Oh lord, he’s crazy.”

He laughs, slapping a hand down on his thigh and stirring his drink in the other. “Well, sounds like you have a crazy story to tell. What happened?” He stares at me with a soft, flirtatious squint that almost leaves me flustered, but not quite.

“Tried to make me a real singer and take me to Chicago with him cuse he thought I’d make him big money, but when I told him I didn’t wanna leave Memphis he got real mad. He started throwin a hissy fit and everythin. Real jealous type.” I scoff, taking another sip.

Thomas wide eyes me. “Damn.” Is all he manages to say, causing both of us to laugh. Saying it out loud for the first time made me realize just how ridiculous that time of my life really was. Kinda miss it though, in a weird way.

I sigh, turning in my chair towards him. “Yeah, turns out he had a lot more on his mind when we were kids than he let on. Elvis was there to see it all, even fought him too. Shit, you shoulda seen his face when Michael and I-”

I pause.

In the corner of my view lies the door. In from the door walks a man in an obnoxiously bright suit with his infamous crew of men behind him.

Speak of the fucking devil.

I should have known this asshole would pull anything and everything to stop this date from happening, yet here I am, shocked and unprepared.

He yanks off his sunglasses, grazing the room, landing on me with an annoyingly knowing grin. I glare deeply into his face, hoping it would be enough to steer him away and back out the door, but he just keeps treading forward.

He opens his arms, reaching out to place them on the backs of our stools. “Hey! What’re you doin here? Heard this joint was busy, but had I known you two would be here, I’d gone another night.”

Oh, I’m sure he would have. I’d hiss at him if I could!

Thomas smiles, reaching for a handshake. “Hey. No problem E.P. Think you’ll like some of the cats in here anyway.”

No problem? This is a big problem!

I have no doubt that Elvis will stop at nothing to embarrass me in front of Thomas. It’s all he’d do as kids and he’s only become more of a menace with age.

“Hey.” I whisper through my teeth to him. “Who’s watching-”

“Marcella.” He answers, already knowing.

Oh, I don’t like that woman being near my baby so much. For all I know, she could be filling his head with lies.

A loud howl of a voice echoes through the microphone causing all of us to turn to the stage.

“Woo! That man ain’t singin, he’s sangin!” Thomas exclaims.

Elvis matches in enthusiasm. “You think that’s impressive, you should see Beale after the sun go down. Woowee, now that’s somethin. He got himself a nice 4 piece up there though.” The bartender hands him over a drink and he sips from it with a concentrated smile.

Jerry and the others sit at a table behind us, watchin the stage as Elvis works his torturous ways.

The song comes to a close. As the band exits backstage, a man walks on, dressed nicely in a suit, smiling wide for the crowd. ‘Alright, I’m back, remindin’ you once again that it is amatuer night, so any one of you is welcome to take the stage, whether you’re Aretha Frankin or just wish you were. Nah, I’m just playin. But if you got vocals, come up and show the locals! Ha ha!”

Elvis lets out a devious hum and I instantly know what I’m about to have to do.

“Honey ever tell you she used to sing?”

Lord.

My heart immediately starts beating faster. I better start picking out a song now while I have the time.

“Yeah, she did. That’s why we came here. Said she’d sing for me.” Thomas looks me up and down in a very flirtatious way.

“Did she now?” Elvis says deeply, looking down at me in my spot. I could have laughed at how upset this whole situation clearly made him, but I’d have to hold it in for now, I have to think quick. He forces a smile on his face. “Well, I think that settles it. Show em what you got, Bumble.”

I shake my head. “Oh no, I don’t think so.” Oh, I will, but I need to buy more time to think of a perfect song.

Elvis comes close, resting his arm on the bar right in front of my stool. “Go on stage.” He softly commands. “Wanna hear you sing again.” My chest fills with butterflies. Song. What song! I shake my head anxiously, as he grins, waving his arms in the air to get the attention of the man on stage. “Hey! She’ll sing! Right here!” He yells, so the entire audience can turn to look at me.

The man on stage shouts out a ‘woo!’ as he calls me up. I’m gonna be sick. I slide off my chair, but before I can walk towards the front, Elvis grabs my arm. “You’ll be great. You always are.” He whispers. A small chill runs against the sensitive part of my arm. I look down seeing the small silver band wrapped around his finger, cooling my skin. When I look up, I’m met with my two childhood friends, both of which smirking quite lustfully at me. They both think I’m beautiful, and they both know I’m talented. I know a lot more about music than either of them remembered. This fills me with a sense of confidence, all previous thoughts vanishing from my mind. I know a song.

Elvis takes back his hand, leaning against the bar and nodding me towards the stage.

I’ll show him what he walked away from.

The crowd cheers as I walk towards the stage with my head high. I fling my hair over my shoulder, which is contrasting so nicely against the red dress I chose out today. In this moment, I feel more beautiful than I ever did in my 20’s. Maybe it was maturity, maybe it’s because I know Elvis is looking, whatever it is, it has me feeling ready to take on the world.

The man hands me the mic, but I lower it to speak to the band. I ask them if they knew the song I had in mind. They smile upon hearing the name, causing me to mirror their smile. “Alright, lay me down somethin.” I say into the mic now, facing the crowd. Elvis tips his head to the side in amusement, not expecting me to react this way.

The guitarist begins the first notes of the song. I speak the beginning lyrics, just like the real singer does.

‘You broke my heart

'Cause I couldn't dance

You didn't even want me around’

For a moment, my heart bubbles up with fear seeing how everyone’s eyes are on me, but I easily push it away, knowing that I had what it takes to wow them in the way I always dreamed of doing since I was a little girl.

‘And now I'm back

To let you know

I can really shake 'em down’

There was no time to lose now.

I conjure up all those years of practicing, shouting out the next part just like Michael, the church, and Elvis have tried teaching me to do for years, only just now finally succeeding in doing it right and singing with that power I always strived for.

‘Do you love me?

Now do you love me?

Now that I can dance.’

I parade across the stage doing little dances for the audience members in the front row to enjoy, getting a slight high for their positive reactions, which only helps me continue on.

‘Now tell me baby

Do you like it like this

Tell me

Tell me!

Watch me now, hey!’

I grab the mic stand, twirling my hips in big circles in time with the music, watching carefully over my shoulder at my men of interest. I smile when I see I’ve succeeded in entrancing both of them, and then some. There are a lot more things I can get away with doing now than I could in the 50’s and it’s clearly leaving them speechless.

‘(Work, work)

Ah, shake it up, shake it

(Work, work)

Ah, shake 'em, shake 'em down’

I giggle seductively into the microphone, taking a look in the back to make eye contact with Elvis. His face is in a war, deciding whether to smile in amazement or stare me down for dancing in such a provocative way in front of everyone, which only makes my smile widen further.

I'm working hard baby

Well, you're driving me crazy

And don't you get lazy’

I don’t look back at them for the remaining portion of the song, but when I do, I’m met with the most thrilled pair of eyes. The crowd cheers while I catch my breath, but I can barely hear them over the sound of my beating heart that longed to hear every thought that raced through the mind of one man in particular.

Under the shadows of the club, I catch Thomas mouth an ‘ooo’ with an impressed smile, watching as I walk to them.

“God damn, lil mama. Where the hell’d’you learn all’at?” Elvis asks quietly when I sit back down in front of them.

I shrug. “Just kinda felt it in the moment, I guess.” I giggle, but it fades when I make eye contact with him. The way he was looking at me, Lord, I could pounce on him.

“That was real good, Bumble.” He admits earnestly.

I mutter a quiet thank you, as he sits down at the table next to Billy and Jerry.

“Man, that kid of yours gonna be one hell of a musical genius with a mama like her.” Billy says, patting him on the shoulder.

Thomas eyes Billy with scrunched brows. Suddenly, I feel the need to hold my breath, as if that would stop anything bad from happening. He slowly turns back towards me, still in heavy thought. “Charles…is your baby?” Now he looks at me.

My body stills. “I-uh, I figured you seen the news, was alright with everything.” I’m surprised Elvis didn’t tell him the second he got the chance, he knows information like that could ruin my chances. In fact, why didn’t he tell him?

“You and E.P. had a baby together?” He asks again, just to clarify.

My heart drops. “Yeah. But we aren’t together anymore. Is that…okay…?” It obviously was not okay with him, but I didn’t know what else to say.

His eyes widen. He looks around the club, shaking his head, as if desperately searching for a way out. “Yeah, no- I- Listen, Honey. You’re beautiful and all, but I ain’t lookin to get involved with kids right now. And-”

“No! It’s fine. I’m sorry. I should’ve told you. I’m not mad.”

He makes a reluctant smile at me, but awkwardly stepping off his chair and leaving me there to walk out the front door.

I turn towards the bar, shielding myself away from the rest of the club. A lone tear rolls down my face, but I wipe it away angrily.

God, this is embarrassing. Why am I even crying? I didn’t even really like him, he was just to get back at Elvis. But-...is this how everyone will react? Am I too old to be dating? Will having a kid ruin my chances of finding love again? Will being involved with Elvis make everyone run in fear? Maybe I’m just destined to be alone now. I had one great love affair and that’s all I’ll ever get. I guess most people never even get to experience the love Elvis and I used to have, so I should just be grateful I had it at all.

“You okay, Bumble? Why’d he run off like that?” Elvis asks, taking Thomas’ old chair.

I let out a long, defeated breath. “What do you want?”

“I wanna know that you’re okay.”

I roll my eyes. “Aren’t you happy? Don’t gotta worry about me dating, and you were right, no man even dares to look in my direction, just like you wanted.”

I huff, about to put my old drink to my mouth, but Elvis pulls it from my lips. “Don’t go down that road. Please. I can’t lose you too.” I look into his soft eyes, letting him take the drink from my hand and set it back down on the bar. “But yes, I am very happy.” I scoff out a light chuckle. I hate that he can always make me smile, even when I’m mad at him. He reaches out for my hand. “Come on, let’s get to the car. I’ll bring you back to the hotel.”

I follow him out back, slouching into one of the cars with him.

He sighs. “I really don’t like the idea of raising my boy alongside another man, you know.” He spreads his legs out across the edge of the seat, not scandalously, but welcoming nonetheless.

I cross my arms. I’m not gonna give into my thoughts. “Is that the only reason I’m not allowed to date?”

He scoffs, shaking his head at me and looking out the window. “Ain’t never said you weren’t allowed.” His hand rests on his thigh, patting down on it. If I didn’t know any better I’d say he was taunting me over, unless that was my own heat talking.

I lean up in my seat, eyes glossing over him. Thomas or not, it’s supposed to be me teasing him. He’s supposed to be under my spell tonight, not the other way around. I reach behind me to push up the car’s partition, which catches his immediate attention. “So tell me right now, Elvis.” I gently push myself towards him, shimmying up my dress enough that I’m able to straddle his legs. He instinctively grabs my hips to ground me against him as we drive over a bump, which only results in me bouncing in his lap in a tortuous way for the both of us. “Tell me, ‘Honey, I’m perfectly okay seein you with another man.’” I whisper into his ear.

And here I thought all the childish bullshit games stopped after Michael. Guess we still have a little zest left in us.

He lets out a guttural groan, throwing his head back against the seat. “Bumble, don’t start this with me.”

I ghost my lips over his neck, purposely making an effort not to directly touch him. My warm breath glides down his skin, causing his hairs to raise. His grip on me tightens, making my body shiver, wanting so desperately to give in.

Those feelings are never gonna go away no matter how hard I try, there was little to no point in running any longer. I’m sick of pretending like I’m some saint, I wanna know how he really feels.

“Is she as good as me, baby?” It's the first time I’ve reciprocated a nickname for him. He tilts his head back up, looking into my eyes with his dangerously hooded ones. I giggle at his expression, knowing I was teetering over the edge of our respectable boundary. “Do you think about me when you’re with her?” I wouldn’t have had the guts to ask something like this, but I know he does. I know he still thinks of me, because I can’t stop thinking about him. “Do you think about how I used to feel?”

He twitches beneath me, pulling me closer to him. “Shit,” He mutters under his breath. Yeah, he still thinks about me. It takes so much effort not to touch him that I feel on the verge of passing out from exhaustion. “You’re playin a dangerous game and you know it, baby.” He digs his fingers into my thighs, pushing me down into him, but nothing more.

I’m older now, wiser, bolder. If I would have had this same confidence 10 years ago. I would have left him weak to his knees. However, I’ve quickly made a new discovery being with him for just these few weeks. While I’ve grown more assertive, it seems so has he. We have both changed and grown over the past years, but my strength to resist him has not. Instead of surprising him and making him weak with the new me like I thought I’d be able to do, I’m matched with an even more powerful force of lust and seduction than I ever dreamed of him having. As if he wasn’t enough as is, he just keeps getting better.

The car drives over another bump, making my breasts bounce against his chest, while the rest of my body adds pressure to his lap. I crumble into him, allowing myself only to wrap my arms around his neck. He grinds his teeth, closing his eyes to concentrate.

I shouldn’t give in so easily, but he’s all I have left from my old life, all I have left of my youth. Every time I see him is a reminder of home, a reminder of what should have been.

Just then the car comes to a stop. Before I can get off of him, the door is pried open, shining the blinding garage lights onto us in the otherwise dark car. I quickly push myself off Elvis, exiting the car and giving an apologetic look to Jerry, who thankfully is the one that opened the car door.

Elvis steps out next to me, straightening himself out. “Jerry, could you see Bumble back to her room, please.”

Jerry agrees awkwardly, escorting me to the doors. We stay quiet through the hotel lobby, until we get to the privacy of the elevator. “I couldn’t help but notice you still have something going on with E.P, if you don’t mind me asking, cause I don’t dare bother him about it.”

I scoff out a laugh. Was he actually that intimidating to them? I know he’s prone to having a temper, but he’s nothing but a baby around me most the time. Then I remember he’s waiting for an answer. What could I possibly say?

I sigh. “I’ve known him my whole life, Jerry. Shit, I’ve known him longer than his own mama.” Unfortunately, it was true now. “I love him, as a friend, as a lover. I tried to ignore it, but he really does mean the world to me. I only ever wanted him and it should have only been him, but we were too progressive for the times.” I stare blankly into the metal doors of the elevator. “Shoulda been my ring.” I shake my head. “Doesn’t matter anymore.”

The door dings open.

“Thanks for bringing me up. I got it from here.”

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Milk & Honey - Chapter 22

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Summary: Honey learns to adapt to life in Vegas, but is faced with a few new issues regarding her single motherhood

Warning: Swearing, mind games, that's really it

Charles and I cuddle up on the couch together watching morning cartoons like we always do. I know he’s probably overwhelmed by everything, so I tried to keep as many traditions as this new way of life could make room for.

I run my hands through his curls, while I hold the telephone up to my ear with my other hand. “Sorry I haven’t been able to call lately. You wouldn’t believe what I been through.”

“What? What’d he do this time?” Pearl asks excitedly from the other end of the phone.

I sigh. Where do I start? “Well, I talked to him about how weird it would be to stay back with her while he’s out, so he brought us to Vegas with him.”

It was weird having Marcella help with Charles. I was scared she would hate having us there and that the whole situation would turn into a competition like with Pearl and I, but she was shockingly nice and understanding. Honestly, I would’ve preferred for her to hate us. Instead, she treated Charles like a nephew or a little cousin and me like a visiting aunt, instead of the woman that used to sleep with her husband.

I don’t know how she did it. If Elvis would have pulled this shit on me, I would have smacked his ass silly. Him having a wife was enough to set me off and I aint even with the man no more. Let him walk into my house with another woman and baby, I think not. Kudos to her though.

The line goes silent, before a loud screech comes through, bursting my ear drums. “That’s great! Is it beautiful there? I heard so much bout the pretty lights!”

“No! It’s been a nightmare! Thought he’d just let me move out or somthin, but his stubborn ass won’t let me out of his sight, now I’m stuck on the other side of the country for the next 6 weeks. I miss home.” I twirl the coiled phone cord between my fingers.

“Oh, Honey. You been so stressed your whole life. Maybe you need some time away from the dirty South.”

I snort out a laugh, slumping back on my fluffy hotel pillow. “Maybe…” I sigh. “Anyway, I gotta get ready. Elvis has a whole schedule planned out for me today.”

“Alright. You better call me when you get back. Have fun~” She giggles.

I shake my head with a smile, hanging the phone back up. I hoped that anything would happen so I could get out of this day. You see, a few days ago Elvis had gone public about us.

“You don’t have to tell your fans. We can stay in hiding. Been doing it forever, ain’t nothin new for me.” I told him.

“It’s nothin you need to worry about, Honey. I’ll take care of it.”

“I thought you were so worried about your reputation? You know how much respect you’ll lose the second news comes out that he’s your son?”

“I ain’t afraid of anybody no more.”

While race was, mostly, an issue behind us, now that the world knew I was Elvis’ baby mama, I had a new reason to constantly be stared at and judged.

‘Elvis Presley’s scandalous love affair with washed up singer Honey James in ‘58 resulted in secret son.’

Newspapers soared with the information, making sure every corner of the United States was aware of what we did.

Elvis tried reassuring me that the news would settle eventually, but I still had my doubts and stayed in my suite most of the time. I couldn’t stand the idea of Charles and I getting bombarded with cameras.

Elvis was barely fazed by it and continued on as normal. He insisted that since it’s no longer a secret, and because I’m living with him now, that I should try and make myself at home with his new family, which means spending time with them daily. Said it’d help me get my mind off things, but it did everything but that.

“Come on, Charles. Dad’s waiting.”

He jumps off the bed to turn off the TV, before lazily following me out the door. I clutch my purse in my hands, waiting apprehensively for the elevator to land at Elvis’ penthouse. I nearly drop my purse from my staggering fingers when I push past the doors and see Elvis and his whole crew turned around to face me.

I wave awkwardly at the boys. Charles casually collapses on the couch across the way, used to being surrounded by the men by now.

Elvis stands from his spot, stepping towards me with an arm out. “Honey! This is Joe, George, and Charlie, the rest of the mafia. Just got done telling them about Beale back in the day. She knows all about that real music. You should tell em some of your Handy stories sometime.” He suggests with a laugh.

I hum. “Can’t. Gotta get my nails done.” I say with the least bit of enthusiasm. He chuckles at the dullness behind my words. “You sure I can’t stay with y’all?” I ask jokingly, but still praying he’ll say yes.

A grin widens on his face. “What? Tryna get out of spa day with the rest of the wives?”

‘Rest of the wives,’ I scoff. “Skip music talk to get all pretty for nothin?”

His brows furrow amusedly. “Thought you like gettin all pretty?”

“Not with the mob wives.”

“Hey!” Sonny speaks up. “What’s wrong with our wives?”

I shrug, embarrassed that they heard me. “Nothin. I just ain’t one.” And boy, did everyone know it. I sigh, concluding I should just stay quiet about the whole thing. I wouldn’t expect them to understand anyway. “Alright, I’m leavin. Watch him please.” I say to Elvis as I walk past him to the door, sneaking one last look at Charles to make sure he’s alright here. “And no cigarettes!” I point a finger at Elvis, but he just laughs.

“I only smoke cigars now, mama.” He says with a smile.

I roll my eyes, exiting through the door. Mama is just one of the nicknames from the past that he’s grown comfortable calling me again, including in front of Marcella. I, and probably Marcella too, try to tell myself that it’s just because I’m the mother of his child, but even I feel a little tingle when he says it.

20 minutes later, I find myself thrown in the middle of a salon with said wives. Most of which never spoke to me, including Marcella. She was never rude to me, but she was never exactly friendly either. As long as Charles and Elvis weren’t present, I didn’t exist in her mind, and honestly, I don’t blame her. The other women weren’t any better though. As expected, they sided with Marcella about the whole ordeal. A few would crack jokes or stare at me sometimes, but I was mostly avoided at all costs.

Clearly I did not belong and everyday grew more and more uncomfortable for me to be seen in public with them. Everyone knew who I was, the things I did, and who I did them with. I was nothing more than the accidental fling in their eyes, the side woman, and they treated me as such.

However, another thing also popped up in my time spent with them. Elvis was right about her. She only cares about his money. The only time she speaks is to tell stories about her latest shopping experience or the luxury suites she gets to stay in. She’s across the room from me right now showing off her newest diamond he bought her. She’s only impressed by the material, everything else was only a bore for her.

I get halfway through my massage before I have to excuse myself. I get eyed down by each passing woman as I cling to my towel on my way to the changing rooms. I throw my clothes back on and pace out of the salon, back into the hotel area.

Maybe I should just go out or something. Hopefully that’ll help clear my mind for a bit. Besides, Pearl was right, I do deserve to have fun. Maybe they have a cool club around here I can check out.

I take the next few minutes to race back up to my room, throw on a nice dress, and slap on some lipstick, before taking the elevator back down to the lobby. When the doors open, they reveal the last person I wanted to see.

Elvis stands in the lobby talking with a few of his boys, all but OUR boy.

He points to something down the hall, in turn seeing me in the corner of his vision. His eyes widen seeing my angry and confused form standing near the elevator, before excusing himself from his group to walk over to me.

He reaches out a hand for me, but before he can say anything I cut him off. “Where’s Charles? You’re supposed to be watching him!” I snap.

He sarcastically chuckles, eyebrows raised, taken aback by my tone. “Marcella took him swimmin. Woulda told ya, but ‘parently someone ran off in the middle of spa day.” I fold my arms guiltily, looking down at my shoes. He squints his eyes at me. “What’s goin on, Bumble?”

I take a deep breath in, about to explain myself, but deciding to hold it all in and just shake my head instead. “It’s nothing.”

He has none of that answer. “Don’t try to bullshit me now like I don’t know how strange you been actin recently.” He crosses his arms, looking down at me sternly, demanding a real answer from me.

I sigh. He’s not gonna let it go til I tell him. “Elvis, I don’t…fit in with your friends. I don’t belong here. The way people look at me- I just-...” I trail off, looking everywhere but at him. I must sound so stupid right now. All the things he’s done for me and I’m still complaining.

“Honey, what are you talkin bout? Why don’t you fit in?”

I raise an eyebrow. No one is dumb enough to not see it, to not hear what even news reporters are saying. “Still tryna protect me from the truth, huh?” I scoff. “I’m not stupid, Elvis. I know half the people here think I’m a gold digging whore.”

For a moment he acts surprised by my blunt words, but then he drops his head, swallowing hard. He knows it’s the truth, maybe a harsher version of the truth but still.

I roll my eyes, once again trying to not let it get to me. “Look, it’s fine. I don’t care what they think and I can’t convince them otherwise anyway. But I just need some me time to get away from all this for a second.” I throw my arms up in the air in frustration, searching for the door.

“Where you goin?” He asks with maybe too much interest.

I shrug. “To see the strip.”

“Like that?” He gestures down at my dress, which, even I admit, may be a bit short for a woman my age and a mother no less, but it’s not like I cared or had a man to tell me otherwise anyways.

“What’s wrong with this? Thought maybe I’d go dancing.” I ask with my hands on my hips. I can’t wait to hear what ridiculous answer he comes up with.

His brows furrow, offendedly so. “With who?”

I bite my lip, barely suppressing the wide smile forming on it. I’m bothering him, aren’t I? “Look at you all in my business. It ain’t none of your concern who I dance with, Elvis. Need I remind you, I am a single woman.” I cross my arms, standing as firm as my last statement.

Now he’s mad. “Like hell it ain’t my goddamn concern. I’m not letting no other man step in to raise my kid.” He says as a weak excuse.

I laugh at this, despite how upset I am. “Am I supposed to be alone forever then?” I question. “Besides, who said I wanted something that serious? Maybe I’m just lookin for one night of fun.” I purposely add, knowing it would absolutely piss him off.

I watch as rage boils behind his pupils. His jaw pops, as he tries so very hard to swallow down the words he really wants to say. “I just think it’s something we should discuss.”

“We’re discussing it right now.”

“That’s not what I mean.”

I roll my eyes. “I have places I need to be, if you don’t mind. Perhaps we can discuss this some other time.” My words jab at him as I turn to walk out the front doors. I don’t even bother to look behind me. I hope my words leave him thinking, just like he’s always doing to me.

I have no intentions of meeting or dancing with anyone. I have no intentions of dating anyone anytime soon. I know I shouldn’t play any games with him, but how can I be blamed when he has the nerve to act like this. If anything he deserves it.

By now the sun is beginning to set and the city's lights are popping on one by one. I get maybe half a mile, before I decide to just sit on a bench and watch others enjoy the nightlife. Vegas really is a beautiful city, maybe not the best place to sit and contemplate my life decisions, but beautiful nonetheless. I don’t know how long I sit there, but for the first time in MANY days, I feel a wave of peace wash over me. No housewives making rumors, no jealousy from ex’s, and no children talking my ear off. I’m able to just simply exist and watch others pass me by, and it’s wonderful.

Then my moment of serenity is disrupted by a car creeping up on me, stopping in front of the sidewalk. For a second, I panic, assuming it’s paparazzi ready to aim their cameras at me. The window rolls down ominously slow and I groan when I see who’s behind it.

“Get in.”

I wish I had something I could throw at him right now. “Why’re you followin me?”

He talks off his sunglasses to look me dead in the eye with his blue ones. “Get in.” He demands once more.

I roll my eyes, getting up from my spot to get in the car like he asked. I sit across from him with my arms folded on top of each other, pouting at the way he’s treating me. I don’t even want to look at him at this rate.

The car ride is quiet, filled with nothing but the sound of other passing cars. I bounce my leg in annoyance, ready to jump out the second we come to a stop.

“What do you think you’re doin?” He asks irritatingly calmly, finally breaking the tension between us.

I furrow my brows. “Trying to live my life as much as you’ll allow me to.”

He looks down, dryly chuckling at my comment. “You know what, it is my fault.” I raise a brow at him, cautiously waiting for his next words as he adjusts in his seat. “My fault that I fell for your tricks.” He pinches the bridge of his nose, laughing once more. “You had me thinkin you were out with someone tonight.” So it did work! “But on my way here, I remembered, you ain’t spoken to another man but me your whole life.”

My jaw drops. He has guts to say something like that. “I had Michael, thank you.”

“Yeah, but you always thought about me, didn’t you?” I swallow, fighting hard to think of a good enough remark to throw at him. He smirks in that annoying way he does. “I wanted to further discuss what we were talkin bout earlier, but I’ve decided not to waste my breath til the day you can manage to come back here with another man. Until then, we’re not talkin bout this.”

I gulp, going quiet. Honestly, I have nothing to say after that. I hate giving him the satisfaction of knowing that he was right. I’ll think of something though, I just know it. He exits the car, helping me out, but not bothering to look at me. I see how it is. Thinks he’s put me in my place or something. I NEED to prove him wrong.

We enter the hotel again, about to walk into the elevator, when he’s greeted by a man.

“What it is, E.P.? I was wonderin where you ran off to.” He says, giving him a friendly smack on the back. When he pulls away he smiles down at me. He tilts his head in a greeting. “Lovely to meet you, miss.” He gives my hand a gentle shake, hesitant to break eye contact with me. I smile back at him, amused at his behavior, but there was also something about him I just couldn’t put my finger on.

Elvis chuckles, a hint of nervousness under his breath. “I actually went out to bring a friend back. You remember Honey?”

The man’s eyes widen as he takes me in. “Honey? Really? You’re kidding. You’re lying.” He exclaims with much enthusiasm.

I examine his face. Do I know him? He does seem oddly familiar. There’s only one person he could be that’d I know. “Thomas?” I reluctantly ask, afraid of being painfully wrong. His smile turns into a large grin, as he scoops me into his arms. I scream in happiness, hugging him back. Finally, an old friend that wasn’t a maniac. “Ahh! Thomas! How are you? What are you doing here?” I ask as he sets me down.

He chuckles, smoothly running his hand over his ‘fro. “Ah, just a little vacation, you know.”

I giggle. One thing I always loved about Thomas was his carefree attitude. While Michael and Elvis were always in some fight, Thomas was always there as a sort of comedic relief. He never got involved in all the drama. He felt like that safe friend to go to when everything got rough.

“What are the odds that the three of us would be here at the same time.” He says, looking between Elvis and I.

I shrug. “Luck, I guess.” Elvis side eyes me.

“You know, it’d be great to hang out with you guys some more. I’d love to catch up with the two of you bout how life’s treatin you. Not that I haven’t already seen enough about you.” He jokes, elbowing Elvis on the arms. “But you.” He looks back at me. “I ain’t got nothin outta you yet. I’d love to hear more about you and your beautiful self.” He takes my hand, leaving a kiss on my knuckles. I have to bite my lips to stop myself from giggling like an idiot, but that doesn’t stop a blush from dusting my cheeks.

Another thing about Thomas, he was the flirt. You’d think it was Elvis, I know, but you’d be wrong. Michael was always too school and career oriented to put things like romance in the forefront of his mind. Elvis, while he did enjoy things like romance, was always too shy to express it. Thomas, on the other hand, had no issue speaking his mind and attempting to woo a lady of interest, whether it was the little girls from the other neighborhoods or even their mamas, he was always flirtin up somebody.

I hum in amusement. Has he not heard anything about me? “Well, it’s a good thing I’m free tomorrow.”

He bites his lip. “Good. I’ll be waiting.”

“And who’s gonna watch Char-”

“Okay! We should be going!” I laugh panickedly as I push Elvis away. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay.”

Thomas smiles, waving back at me while I push Elvis into the elevator and repeatedly push the ‘close doors’ button until Thomas is out of our sight.

“We ain’t doin this again.” Elvis demands the second we’re alone.

I smile innocently. “I ain’t doin nothing.”

He matches me with an equally as fake smile, but doesn’t look at me. “Mhm.”

We stand in silence. I glance over at him in the corner of my eye. He stares forward, determined not to speak to me, but that pop in his jaw is so ever present.

I turn back to the door in front of me with a smirk just as the doors open on my floor. “Oh shoot, I forgot to swap information with him.” I throw my hands down in fake frustration, but a smile creeps up on me in the middle of my little scene. “You wouldn’t mind passing my number on to him, would you?” His eyes snap down at me dangerously fast. The last thing he sees is my prideful smile as I walk out, glancing over my shoulder at him.

Oh, it pissed the hell out of him.

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henny talk pairing: ab x black!fem!oc content: a reunion between two ex's where the hennessy does the talking. warning: suggestive language. alcohol consumption. heavy with dialogue which is so different for me lollll. 18+ steam warning for language and suggestive themes. i had no clue where i was going with this but i wound up liking it anyway hehe song: henny talks by rosemarie tags: @neeville@dulcewrites @crash-and-cure@cvpidspearl @blackwriter48 @wonderprince @venus2eros @adoreyouusugar @sunshinetoday1 @cosmic-parker @kaitaesupremacy @librarydame @louderfortheback

There were many things she was taught not to do, but chose to disobey. Such as reopening a door to that could possibly lead to heartache once again, after four months of no contact. How foolish she was.

She was taught not to stare. That it was a rude practice. But, her eyes were trained on his hands. They were wrapped around the glass of dark liquor he’d been nursing since he arrived. A droplet of perspiration seeped through his fingers and slid down the back of his hand, over the scar he got from piercing the skin with a nail. That same droplet traveled down his wrist which was adorned with the gold bracelet she gifted him years prior.

It was shocking to her that he’d kept it. When his pictures would come up on televisions and in magazines, she’d see how the sun hit it perfectly. She’d never admit it, but it made her heart flutter. He kept a part of her close to him.

She lifted her eyes slowly and pushed her shoulders back.

“Something on your mind?” he asked her, ignoring the zing within the pits of his stomach. He wasn’t naive to the way she kept her gaze on him heavily. However, it did make him a bit nervous.

She shook her head and pulled her drink towards her body. Her white nails caressed the side of the glass as she palmed it and brought it to her lips. She wrapped her blood stained lips around the black straw, an innocent look in her eyes as she did so.

He squirmed.

"Just wondering wondering why you called me. There's nothing to talk about." She was stern in her tone. Her lips were pressed into a straight line and her eyes held an emotion he couldn't identify. He should've felt defeated by the walls she threw up, but not when he still possessed the weapons necessary to tear them down.

A smug smile crept along his pink lips. His teeth peeked from behind the flesh. He threw a hand over the back of the chair next to him and brought the slippery glass to his lips. His throat bobbed as the liquid slid down with ease.

"If there was nothing to talk about, why are you here?"

There it was. That smart ass mouth that made the depths of her soul rumble with disdain. Her nostrils flared like a bull preparing to attack, which she was fully prepared to do. To lay it all out on the ragged wooden table in front of them, to give the bystanders a show, to let him know she need not be fucked with.

"Who doesn't like free drinks?" Was her rebuttal. Her finger flicked the straw out of her cup onto his lap. She knocked the beverage down with ease and refused to show how the burning was brutal. Down the sides of her mouth, remnants of it slid. Down the side of her neck, passing the tattoo there, and toward the valley of her breasts. His jaw clenched.

"That's all you agreed to come for? Free drinks?" He signalled for the waitress to bring out another round. If it was a game she wanted to play, he'd gladly participate.

She hummed. "Free drinks. Wings. Kinda hard to pass by."

"Baby, you're not foolin' a damn soul. What I give you you can give yourself. So, let's cut the shit and get to the point--I want you." The playful tone was gone and was replaced by one with dominance. It made her ears perk up.

She leaned over the table in interest. Her next glass was gone as quickly as it came and the after affects of it were heavy. Her body felt warm and tingly, her eyelids were low, and she felt the control over her mouth loosening my the minutes. "You claimed to want me all that time ago. Guess what you don't have? Me."

He tsk'd lowly and took another hearty sip of his drink. "I beg to differ. You wouldn't be sitting here if I didn't have you wrapped around my finger, darlin'." He was a cocky bastard. She would hate to admit he was right. He had her wrapped around his finger tighter than ribbons in a young girl's hair. If he was to tell her to jump, she'd ask how high before he got the chance to say anything else

She sat back. "I beg to differ, AB. If you acted right to begin with, we wouldn't be in the position we're in now." The position they were in? Separated for 121 days. No contact; no texts, no calls, no letters, no emails. They hadn't seen each other face to face over that four month span because of his ridiculous behavior. He may have had her wrapped around his finger but he once had her wrapped around him, and that privilege left when he did 121 days prior.

He cleared his throat and sat up straight. His knees knocked against her crossed legs. The heel of her stilettos grazed his calf with every movement he made. He shivered. The days when she'd do it to tease him flooded his memory. His pants suddenly felt tighter than they were before he left the house.

"What position? I'm practically on my knees for you. Isn't that what you wanted? I'm at your mercy, baby. I want you as long as you'll have me, and I think that's what you want."

Her brown eyes bore into his blue once. Mischief danced behind his orbs. She squinted and pursed her lips with a slow nod. "Yeah? You know what, you're right. You are at my mercy and what I say goes. So, maybe, just maybe if you fuck me the way I know you know how to, we can come to a consensus." Again, her blood red lips curled around the edge of her glass.

Goodness.

She was challenging him. The same way he used to challenge her. What he said went; no if, and, or buts about it. But now, she had full control over the situation and planned to use it to her advantage. Sure, she knew he wanted her, and she'd be a liar to say she didn't want him back. Nothing was to progress without having a little bit of fun playing the game, though. The game he taught her so well.

She watched as he crumbled at her statement. The dominance began to melt as her strong gaze tired his advances. His chest heaved visibly, his hands clenched around his glass, and his knee bounced rapidly against hers. His neck deepened in color and lust glassed over his blue eyes. She couldn't help but toss him a dimpled smile.

He dropped a few dollars on the table and nodded toward the exit, "Let's go."

Henny spoke, and it always spoke well.

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