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[enchantinglyjade]

Milk & Honey - Ch. 25

Austin!Elvis x Black!OC

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Summary: Elvis is determined not to give up on Honey

Warning: Swearing(?)

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, 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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Part 1

[incorectly]

✨ ✨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

[mamasturn]

dirty dancing.

pairing: austin!elvis x black!fem!oc (cynthia)

warning: sensuality. talks of segregation. use of the terms “colored” but before anyone flips, i am a black woman. again, this is MY version of elvis cause, i’m not necessarily a fan of him irl and won’t portray that. saw this in the theater again and wrote while sitting there. it was mesmerizing. ps posting on this account to see if it'll show up in the tags lol.

song: that’s all right mama by big boy crudop. meant to be the slow sensual version seen in the movie.

wc: 1,285

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pic creds to @enchantinglyjade <3 divider creds to @firefly-graphics

Bodies packed in like sardines. Sweat dripping from foreheads, backs, and forearms onto the slick floor beneath them. Heavy breaths and sighs of pleasure as bodies bumped against one another sensually.

Lustful eyes from the men. Adulterous touches from the women. Sweet whispers of the things they’d love to do behind closed doors.

It was a sight unlike that she’d ever seen before. She was a good girl. She went to church on Sundays and revivals during the weekday, wearing knee length dresses and long-sleeved cardigans, singing praises to the Lord and thanking Him for His goodness. She’d experienced the Holy Spirit in many ways—the shaking of hands, the stomping of feet, the warmth of her body.

However, what she experienced was nothing close. Her mother would be so disappointed. She exchanged her modest clothes for a short red dress that she’d only been caught dead in. Her coarse hair that was typically pinned up rested beneath her chin and framed her face beautifully.

Her back was cold against the wall. Out of the way she stayed. The woman she came with had found herself dancing with another man in the corner. She knew they’d be fornicating real good that night. She fought off a smile.

The song changed. A familiar tune that she’d heard only twice before. Her father forbade the “new-age” music, sighting that it promoted bad behavior and would influence her in the worst way. He was nowhere to be found, however, and she found herself humming along to the smooth guitar of Cordup.

“That’s all right, mama.”

“What’s a pretty lady doin’ huggin’ the wall?” a gasp fell from her lips. Her movement was restricted, as a strong body was in front of hers. Her head encased by a strong arm. The arm of a white boy, the only white boy comfortable enough to be in the presence of dozens of Black people. Elvis Presley, he was called. The white boy with the moves of a Black man. She’d only heard him on the radio and seen pictures on newspapers while passing stores on the way to school. They couldn’t afford televisions. Not that they’d sell one to a colored family, anyway.

“Uh-I—It’s my first time here. Not much into dancin’, sir,” she replied. Her voice trembled and wavered. He oozed sex appeal and it made her nervous. He wore a pink lace shirt tucked into loose fitting blue pants. His greasy black hair was slicked back with a few fallen pieces. Smudged liner and full lips, he was a beautiful man.

“Sir? Makes me sound as old as my daddy. Elvis Presley, darlin’, nice to meet ya. What’s your name?” His voice stirred unknown feelings within her. She found herself releasing a breath she didn’t know she held.

Colored people were expected to address all people, especially white people as “sir” and “ma’am” no matter what. Even a child. It was a haughty condition. “Cynthia. Shouldn’t you be elsewhere, Mr. Presley?” The way his name rolled off her tongue hand his fingers clenching against the wall. “Not talkin’ to a colored girl in a colored club. You could get in trouble. I could get in trouble.”

“Them laws don’t apply here.”

She scoffed. “They don’t apply to you, Mr. Presley. They will always apply to me and my folks. You should be dancin’ an’ prancin’ with one of them pretty white girls.”

A laugh fell from his lips. She was right, and he knew it. The segregation laws in the south were strict, that he understood. More than willing he was, however, to challenge them from a night with the shy, brown girl perched against the wall.

“That’s all right for you.”

“You’re prettier than them. Pretty eyes, pretty lips, pretty little shape.” His left hand cupped her hip gently. Cynthia jumped at his touch. She lifted her eyes and finally met his. A lump forcibly traveled down her throat. He stared her down like a lion at his prey. He was enchanted by her brown eyes, thin eyebrows, plump lips coated in red lipstick, and curvy shape. She was gonna be his by the end of the night. “Dance with me.”

“I don’t dance, Mr. Presley. Hence why the wall been my best friend all night.”

His lips grazed her ear. “I’ll teach ya. Jus’ move to the music.” He turned her around, pressing her back against his chest. His arm found her waist, his palm resting against her inner thigh. The short dress hiked up at the movement and his fingertips massaged her skin.

All of her mama’s teachings went out the window in the blink of an eye. From shouting praises to smiling at the sweet nothings from a man who was the devil himself. Her knees felt weak as their bodies pressed against each other. Her hand fingered through his dark locks as his lips kissed at her neck.

“That’s all right, mama.”

His grip on her thigh intensified and she felt his name trying to creep from behind her lips. It fumbled from her mouth without her consent. With the newfound pressure against her bottom, she knew he didn’t mind.

“Just like that, baby.”

Cynthia smiled at the pet-name. She never would’ve guess a man, let alone a white boy, would have her feeling warm and fuzzy in the middle of a hot, sweaty night club in the heart of Memphis.

“…just anyway you do.”

“Come with me.” He grabbed her hand and led her to the back of the club. They brushed passed waiters, dancers, singers, and fellows with limited self control. They wound up in an empty room in the back.

“Elvis—“ she was silenced by his mouth on hers. She was outdone, she’d never kissed a boy in her life. Their lips moved together messily and the sound of heavy breaths and teeth clashing filled the air.

She was pressed against the wall, her leg hiked against his hip, his body slotted between her lush thighs. There was an unfamiliar pounding between her legs that ached to be soothed. She found herself pressing against him, whimpering as her sensitivity brushed against his belt buckle. A chuckle fell from his lips.

His large hand cupped her neck, turning her head to the side as he nipped along her sweaty skin. Her small hands gripped his shirt as their bodies came as close as they could with their clothes on. Teasing fingers threatened to sneak into her garments. Her warmth was captivating.

“Mr. Presley,” Cynthia whimpered. “this isn’t right. We can’t.”

“We can. A little dirty dancin’ never hurt nobody, mama,” he said lowly, searching for her eyes in the dimly lit room. “Here—I want you to call me.” He let her leg fall as he dug in his pocket for a crinkled sheet of of paper and a pen.

“How many women do you gift your number to?” Cynthia questioned, crossing her arms over her chest. “I may be a colored girl but I’m not a fool like y’all think I am. You not gon’ fool me, Mr. Presley. I’m already risking a lot being in this damn closet, let alone lookin’ like a fool waiting for you to pick up the phone while you live like a rollin’ stone. Don’t give me this paper if you’re not gon’ pick up.”

She was shy, reserved, but she was smart. She’d never let someone make a fool of her, and that he could tell. He couldn’t do it if he tried, there was something about her that wouldn’t let him be the typical playboy he was.

“I won’t, darlin’, hand to God,” he raised his right hand, which he used to tilt her chin up. He kissed her gently. “then maybe we can have another night of dirty dancin’.”

i’m posting this on this acc cus it won’t come up in the tags on my other acc (saturnville). i usually do poetry on this acc but hey, gotta switch it up sometimes lol

[brxwneyezz]

just a lil appreciation post for some of the most lovely, sweetest kindest ppl on this app☺️ u guys never fail to put a smile on my face everyday♥️

@mamaspresley @dreamersparacosm @butlerstyles @fantuhsise @foreverdolly @elvisabutler @emmymaehereeeeee @blurredcolour @elvisabutler @karamelcoveredolicity @surferblues @enchantinglyjade @presleyonfilm @adoreyouusugar @cowboylor @heavenlybutler @naveymoon @lindszeppelin

i love u all mwah<3

[crash-and-cure]

Tag nine people you want to know better.

Thank you to @venus-haze for tagging me in this.

Currently reading: Valley of the Dolls

Favorite Color: Orange

Last song: It was either It's Like That - Mariah Carey or Moderation - Florence and The Machine

Last Movie: Studio 666

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Sweet

Currently working on: Grad School Applications

I tag @mamasturn @fxntxsix @missmaywemeetagain @sassy-ahsoka-tano @enchantinglyjade @emmymaehereeeeee @ninebluehearts @cheesy-cryptid @foreverdolly @dulcewrites

[fxntxsix]

Fantasia Tings

Anywayyyyyy in other news, I have a couple of tings to say -

1. I LOVE ALL OF YOU SO MUCH WTF. I was so fucking terrified before posting ‘Throwing Punches’ because I had never written fanfic before and @adoresbutlers my Tumblr mama can attest to this. BUT y’all have shown so much sugar to all my fics so far and I am quite speechless but please know that y’all are extremely valued by me and I’m here for you whenever you need me.

2. So apparently, ‘The Agreement’ got a lot of love and I hear of a part 2 (yes I see you @glitteryteenwolftelevisionshoe @pennyroyalcreep @dre6ming @aconflagrationofmyown @pearlparty sorry I haven’t replied to your comments) and special mention here to @enchantinglyjade who also showed love and I AM REELING because ‘Milk & Honey’ has had me in a vice grip since day one. Anyway, I am here to confirm that there will be another part but please give it some time because I’m going to have to plan it out and I hadn’t done that originally.

3. For upcoming posts though, there are a few that I have lined up so far (in no particular order and requests are always welcome) - 

 - Austin Butler x Famous!Reader on Jimmy Fallon and Jimmy embarrasses and exposes the Reader about something that’s really really cute. (Fluff)

 - Austin Butler x Tattoo Artist!Reader where Austin wants to honour his time on the set of Elvis and comes in for a tattoo. (Smut)

 - Elvis Presley (or Austin!Elvis) x Pregnant!Reader who goes into labour and the delivery is...eventful. (Kinda fluff, probably a blurb)

 - Sebastian Kydd x Reader have a Subway Surfer competition but they’re both hella competitive. (Undecided)

 - Boyfriend!Austin Butler x Indian!Reader are at her sister’s Indian style wedding and Reader guides the white boy through all the events and brown family quirks. (Possible series I actually don’t know about this one yet)

Yeah so let me know what you guys think about these ideas and if any of them sound even kind of interesting.

4. Lastly, a shout out to my nearest and dearest - @adoresbutlers @presleysnotes @emmymaehereeeeee - I wouldn’t be writing without you guys.

Okay kissies for everyone

- Fantasia <3

[austinstyles]

Thanks for tag @venus-haze !!

No cheating: your starting in a movie, with the person in your last photo you saved in camera roll. And the title is the name of the song you last listen to. Who/ what is it ?

I would like that. I enjoy the idea of getting the experience to work with Austin Butler in a movie. And getting to meet him.

I tag : @emmymaehereeeeee @asshlyyyy @butler-on-beale-street @babyhoneypresley @flwersgarden @elvisabutler @enchantinglyjade

[adoreyouusugar]

I’ve been unnervingly waiting weeks to catch up on @enchantinglyjade ‘s Milk & Honey due to being busy with school and home : but I should have a long break coming soon and I’m gonna binge read the hell out of it it’s been way too long !! 🫠

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Milk & Honey - Ch. 27 (The End)

Austin!Elvis x Black!OC

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Summary: Colonel is finally out of the picture and Elvis and Honey embark on a new journey together

Warning: Swearing

Note: It's been a long ride guys. Sad to see her go, but excited to move on to new things. I hope you liked this series and maybe even could relate to my work or characters in some way. And lastly, as promised, a happy ending ❤️

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In the end, Elvis and I finally left Colonel, and with the help of his little mafia crew we were able to pay off his debt and leave him for good. Luckily, I was able to calm Elvis down before he did something radical to The Colonel or to his career. Soon enough, Elvis was back touring around America, making back his fortune like it was nothing.

We’ve been on the road for about 2 weeks now and I was in the audience each and every time to support my husband. But one day I decided I could use a break from the same set list and started looking into some of the other performers in town that night. There were a few concerts going on, so the city was filled with talent and I wanted to expand my music taste and knowledge. I, of course, was immediately stopped on my way out by a man dressed in a red jumpsuit and shiny, gold jewelry.

“Where you think you’re going?” Elvis questions, backing me into a nearby wall in the hallway of our hotel. He smirks while he traps me between the hard plaster and his body.

I shrug guiltily. “Was thinkin bout goin to see a show or somethin.”

He furrows his brows. “Why?” He asks, genuinely not understanding.

I laugh at his confused expression. “Why? I wanna hear some new music, baby, that’s why.”

“Why you wanna see anybody else perform when you got me every night?” And that’s when I knew I’d be seeing his show again tonight.

He grabs my chin, swiping his thumb across the skin just below my bottom lip and meets my eyes in a tender gaze. “I need my Bumble out there in the audience. S’nice looking out there, seeing my wife all giggly over my moves.” 

I smile, a new title I have yet to get used to. A deep blush rises to my cheeks, and I immediately try to hide it away. He wants none of this behavior and follows my embarrassed expression with his eyes and begins kissing all over my face until I turn towards him again. “Elvis, please, someone could come out of their room and see us.” I say with a giggle, still trying to escape the tickle of his kisses.

“I don’t give a damn, I’m tryna give some sugar to my lil’ mama.” He grumbles against my neck, eventually pulling away to meet my eyes. “Come to rehearsal with me.” My eyes widen. Usually he likes rehearsing with just him in his band, I assume so he can concentrate better, why does he suddenly want me there?

I follow his guiding hand through the hotel and to the back of the stage, where I find Charles already waiting, flirting with some of the backstage girls. I roll my eyes. So many people didn’t believe me when I said he was Elvis’ boy, look at him now.  Still, it’s weird seeing him look and act so grown now.

Elvis takes me out onto the stage, which shoots nervousness through my veins despite the seats in front of me being empty. The room is huge when I’m in the crowd, but from this angle it’s ginormous.

A clunk echoes through the speakers and I turn to see Elvis messing with his microphone. “Honey bun, come ’ere for a sec.” He wiggles his fingers to gesture me over and I come, smiling at his band as I pass them by. “Sing som’in for me.” He demands softly and casually. My stomach drops at the words and I look at him like he’s crazy as he forces the microphone between my hands. I gulp nervously at the piece of equipment in my grasp. You’d think after doing this so many times, it’d start to get easier but it never does. “Come on, show em that smooth like honey voice.” He smiles flirtatiously, thumbing over my shoulder nearest him.

My mind only flashes with his songs, so I settle for one on the set list tonight. I start, singing softly into the microphone, feeling awkward that I had no music to sing to, but once the band recognizes the song, they happily join in. I smile, singing slow and seductively in a teasing way towards Elvis, which he responds to with a warning of a head shake, but a smile nonetheless.

I couldn’t help but laugh at our difference in styles however. Growing up we heard the same music. The blues of the house parties and the gospel of the church. Funny how our paths diverged. While his heart followed the church over time, mine stayed in the dirty pit of that house party. While I continuously sang about desire like a temptress, I remained, mostly anyways, inexperienced and pure. While he sang about the heavens with his angelic voice, he reeked of lust. He was the perfect balance between sinful and godly.

“Baby.” He says, pulling me close once I finish singing for him.

I lower the microphone, holding onto his arms. “Yes?”

“Sing backup for me.”

My eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. “What?”

He chuckles at my dumbfounded face, wrapping his arms around me and dropping his voice into a whisper. “You can sing back up with the Sweet Inspirations. Your voice fits right in and I want you to be my lead girl.”

I pause. “Are you serious?” I ask through the hopeful grin pulling at my lips.

He smiles back at me, pleased by my reaction. “More serious than I’ll ever be.” A hum vibrates through my throat as he places a kiss on my forehead. “I want you to sing for me. That way I can keep a better eye on ya too.” He says with a wink.

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The next few days we spent back on the road, which was exhausting, but thrilling. Now that I was a backup singer I got to experience the concerts in a whole new way that I never imagined, not to mention I got to stare at Elvis’ ass for hours each show. I loved being able to watch him get lost in the passion of the music from up close, and he’d tell me he felt more at ease knowing I was always close by. It’s cute he worries so much, but better than that, I was back in business.

“There she is.” Elvis greets me with open arms a few minutes before showtime. He takes in the dazzling, golden dress I have on, a dress that reminded me of the one I wore for my first performance when I was a young girl.

And like that, we were on the stage again, back in Vegas as usual. He sang his normal songs, but now with my voice following close behind him. We even recorded a few duets together while I was learning how to record songs on my own.

He stands before the crowd with his arms out, taking in the applause as he finishes his song. The clapping comes to a slow and he raises the mic back to his lips. “Thank you everyone.” He says out of breath, slowly taking backward steps. “but I wouldn’t be here today if it weren’t for my baby.” And with that, his hand extends for mine which I happily take with a big, cheesy smile on my face. “Honey, lay me down some sugar, baby.” His head reaches around my mic and I meet him for a kiss, causing the crowd to go wild. 

Of course, people still had things to say, when didn’t they, but after this long we learned to easily ignore them. My dreams had come true and that’s all that mattered now.

Speaking of dreams, now that Charles was growing into a teenager, he started taking his acting passions more seriously and with the help of Jerry, started landing some small parts in films to get him started. He was already becoming a such heartthrob in the eyes of many, just like his dad.

Once the show is over, Elvis and I take a walk down one of the lone streets near the Bellagio to catch a glimpse of the giant water fountain while it dances in the night above the crowd of all the other watchers. It was just one of our ways of cooling down after a show and getting some alone time away from all the noise.

He leans over the barrier, resting his elbows on the concrete fencing. “You know everybody always wanted me to be their superhero, but I only ever wanted to be yours.”

I turn from my spot, meeting his eyes, watching the nightlife reflect off his blue orbs. “Lotta people wanted me to be their princess, but I only wanted to be saved by one superhero.”

He hums in response, now looking down at me. “And who would that be?” He asks with a smirk, already knowing the answer.

I shake my head with a smile, sneaking under his warm arm. “You know who.” I whisper.

He kisses the top of my head with a chuckle, before resting his cheek against my forehead. “I finally got my baby. I can die happy now.” He wraps his other arm around me, causing me to smile while I close my eyes and return his embrace.

At this moment I had no other care in the world. For once I felt unstoppable, and after years of feeling powerless and letting others make me feel unworthy, I finally found my way in the world. I had relived my parents' love story and came out victorious and I can only hope they’re somewhere up there proud that I accomplished what they never could. It took work and loss, but I’m free now. Free to love.

“You and me against the world, baby.”

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Note: I hope you guys enjoyed the series! Not gonna lie, I was originally going to kill Elvis off but I promised a happy ending, so here you go. Thank you to all my followers and readers for supporting me and this story! ❤️

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Milk & Honey - Ch. 11

Austin!Elvis x Black!OC

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Summary: Honey’s new guests cause her to seek Elvis’ support.

Warning: Swearing, racial issues

Note: Happy Birthday Austin!

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The man quickly stands up, amazed, unable to take his eyes off me.

I study him. Tall, blonde, about in his 40’s, clean but not necessarily rich looking, though the woman with him looked as if she had no problem taking care of herself.

My mom jolts up simultaneously, walking over to me. “Honey,” She says softly, taking my arm. “This is Charles Beau.”

My neck cranes back in confusion. 

Charles Beau? I am supposed to know who that is? Why does that sound so familiar though? Beau. Beau? Wasn’t Ma just talking about a Beau?

Then my heart sinks.

Oh my God

It couldn’t be. But how? After all this time?

I feel my body begin to shake and I can’t stop tears from burning in my eyes.

“Could you give us a minute, please?”

“We’ll wait outside.”

My breathing quickens as thought after thought comes racing through my head.

“How did he find us?” I whisper.

She gulps, going silent for a moment. “I had to put the house under his name.”

I close my eyes tight letting tears push past my lids. I grimace at the tears, feeling anger bubble up inside me. I push away from her, pacing across the living room.

“I used to tell myself he died as an excuse. I came up with every possible reason to make it hurt less. But now you’re telling me this whole time he’s known exactly where we live and not once did the fucker think to stop by!?”

“Honey!”

“Who’s the girl, huh? The reason he stayed? Your replacement?” I spit out.

“Honey, watch your mouth!” She shouts at me sternly.

I stop in the middle of the living room, breath hitching against my chest as I finally face my weakness. “My daddy’s name is Charles?” A sob escapes my lips as tears roll down my cheeks.

Tears form in her eyes watching me break down in front of her. She cautiously stands in front of me. 

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

She holds me tight. “I’m so sorry, baby.”

She cries into my shoulder as I do to hers.

“I ain’t seen him in 20 years. I didn’t know what kind of a person he was no more or if he even wanted to speak to us. I didn’t want you gettin your hopes up, tryna find him only to come out disappointed with what you got.”

She pulls away holding onto my arms for strength. She takes a deep breath. “But, don’t go gettin all mad at him now, okay, baby? He has his reasons, and I still ain’t tell him you're his baby yet, but by the looks of it he done already figured that out on his own.”

I close my eyes, trying to tuck away my anger.

The door creaks open behind us. I turn my neck to look at them, not yet having the strength to face him with my whole body.

“Can we come in?”

Just then he starts walking towards me. I gulp, fighting the urge to whimper while I search my mind for the right thing to say.

He stands beside me.

“How much did you hear of that?” I ask, unable to think up anything else to say that wouldn’t be laced in pure rage.

“Enough,” He gulps, looking at the floor shamefully. “and I’m sorry.”

I scoff, pouting and crossing my arms like a child.

“I promise I’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to you. I swear I never knew about ya. I wanna be in your life. Please.”

Without my consent, tears burst from my eyes.

Ever since I was little I thought of all the things I’d say to him. I’d go off on him about not searching the country for us. I’d be strong and show him how rich and successful of a daughter he had no thanks to him. But it seems my plans are now ruined. Despite the powerful anger my inner child had towards him, she was also equally as weak and wanted nothing more than to finally run into her daddy’s arms.

I cover my face with my palms, embarrassed I couldn’t keep a collected demeanor in front of him like I had been practicing my whole life.

I feel his large arms wrap around me, comforting me while I lose myself.

I don’t know how long we stay like this, but I don’t pull away until my sobs fade away and I can maintain a straight face.

I apologize, wiping my tears away.

“Please. It’s more than alright.” He pats my shoulder, but quickly retreats, providing me with any space I may need. “I never properly introduced myself. I, um, I’m Charles.” He holds out his hand.

I sniffle, looking at it cautiously before finally deciding to take it. “Honey.” I say from the depths of my stuffy nose.

“Honey.” He repeated with a smile.

A weak smile manages to creep onto my face, but it’s short lived when I’m reminded there’s still one other problem sitting at the table waiting to be deciphered. Turns out the woman with him wasn’t Ma’s replacement, but mine.

“I have someone else I want you to meet.” He holds his hand out presenting the woman, who clearly did not want to be here. “This is Pearl. She’s my other daughter.”

I almost choke on air. “You- You have another daughter?”

“She’s my sister!?” The woman, Pearl, bolts up from her chair.

We glare at each other, looking the other up and down. She looked like the epitome of the color white. She’s dressed in pastels with a fluffy, white coat, neck adorned with a shiny jewel. Her hair is perfectly styled and her skin looks as though it’s washed in only the freshest of holy water every morning and powdered by angels.

We look like complete opposites just each with blonde hair, though hers is much more lighter than mine.

OUR dad notices the tension. “Well, perhaps, I best go check the Motels. See if they got any rooms left.”

But Ma stops him. “Why don’t you just stay here the night? I can make room.” I look at her like she’s insane, but she ignores me.

“We couldn’t.” He insists.

Please, just let him leave.

“Really, it’s no trouble.”

I groan on the inside.

“I think it’s best we all get to know each other better.”

Please, I’m gonna barf.

Pearl gets up on her toes to whisper in his ear, “Daddy, I ain’t stayin in no colored neighborhood.”

I scoff, disgusted with her. I’ve had enough.

I walk my way into the kitchen while they discuss new living arrangements or whatever. I pick up the phone, dialing the only number I know by heart.

He answers the phone with a yawn. I instantly feel guilty.

“Elvis?” I ask quietly so no one but him hears.

“Honey? Thought you’d be asleep by now.”

“Can I, um- Can I spend the night with you? I know you probably just got back home and I hate to burden you, but I really don’t wanna be home right now.”

His tone changes instantly. “Honey, what happened? Was it that car outside? You started actin all fidgety when you saw it.”

“I’ll explain later. Can you pick me up?”

“Yeah, of course, Bumble. I’ll be right over.”

I hang up, feeling a knot in my stomach. I should have just let him sleep. What if he hurts himself driving all tired like that?

I sigh, heading upstairs to grab a bag of things before walking past the circus in my living room. “I’m leaving.” I say, putting on my shoes.

Ma puts her hands on her hips. “And just where do you think you’re going?”

“You know where.” And like that, I’m out the door. Elvis isn’t going to be here for at least another 5 to 10 minutes, but I sure as hell ain’t waiting inside.

I wait at the end of the block, wrapping my arms around me to shield me from the night winds, dress blowing behind me.

Soon enough I see a pink blur swish around the bend. He comes to a quick halt in front of me, face angry upon seeing me outside, alone in the cold.

“The hell you doin outside?” He shouts, putting the car in park and jumping over his door to run to me. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I say brushing him off, impatiently walking around the car to my side.

“Hey!” He takes my hand, spinning me to face him just before I can reach the door. He holds my face in his hands, looking me in the eye sternly. “Are you alright?” He asks once more, demanding an answer.

I sigh. “Yes, Elvis. I’ll find a way to get by. I just need to get my mind far away from this house right now.”

He drives us to his house while I pretend like everything is fine, but it’s not fine. I couldn’t believe it. It can’t be true. My dad? A new sister? In my house? The whole drive I sit there with a burning lump in my throat.

When we arrive, I find myself dumbfounded. Graceland. It was easy to forget about your troubles in a place like this. He had only talked about it a few times, but seeing it in person was something different. Columns, a front gate, an acre of lawn littered with Cadillacs and other toys. It’s the biggest house I have ever seen.

He laughs at my amazement. I couldn’t take my eyes off it, so much so that I nearly tripped on the stairs getting distracted by the stone lion statues. 

“Darlin’, I know it’s a real nice house, but you’re gonna get yourself hurt walkin straight into cement like that.” He chuckles.

He walks me to the front door, taking a key out from his pant pocket.

“Everyone’s asleep right now, so Imma need you to keep it down til we get to my room, alright?”

I nod.

He takes my hand, sneaking me through the house and up the stairs. He quietly shuts his bedroom door behind me, telling me to make myself comfortable. I tell him I’m going to get changed and bring my bag into his bathroom. His own personal bathroom. I wish.

Once behind closed doors, I dig through my bag for that babydoll nightgown I brought with. I smile, finding it and slipping it on.

I peek outside the bathroom, finding him already in his ‘pajamas’, which from what I can see just means shirtless. He’s occupied with something on his nightstand, not noticing I’ve come out already. I creep out, tiptoeing over to him before suddenly bouncing on the bed.

He whips around to face me in shock until getting choked up seeing what I’m wearing. “Well God damn. And to think I used to daydream bout you in a moo moo.”

I giggle, crawling over to him to plant a kiss on him.

He secretly eyes the short dress while he shakes his head. “I hate to put your teasin to an end, but I am real tired, Bumble.”

I nod, backing away to get under the covers. “That’s okay, baby, I know.”

He reaches over to the light on the nightstand, switching it off before getting settled on his side.

I cuddle up against him, embracing his warmth. He accepts me with open arms.

“I’ve always wanted to sleep with you.” I whisper.

“Now, don’t go getting all dirty on me, Honey. We talked about this.”

“No!” I laugh. “Just sleeping, cuddling, your heartbeat signin me a lullaby, that whole thing.

He hums amused but tired.

I decide to quiet and let him get his rest. I press my head against his chest, that heartbeat I was talking about soothing me off into dream world.

I wake up the next morning to the sound of the bedroom door shutting. I rub my eyes, groaning. I open them seeing unfamiliar sheets and panic for a moment, before remembering I’m not at home.

A blur of Elvis walks to me. “Mornin’, Bumble. Went downstairs to warn everyone that you’re here. Didn’t need Mama getting all surprised about it. Got you some breakfast too.”

He places a plate on the nightstand, the glass clinks against the wood.

I groan, burying my face into the soft pillow again.

He laughs, climbing over me to kiss at my ear. “Now, come on, baby. I wanna introduce you to my family. Mama’s been askin bout you.”

I giggle at his tickling touches, shielding my ear from any more kisses. “Okay, okay. I’ll get up.” I flip over facing him, letting my eyes get adjusted to the light. He watches me with a smile while I surrender to awakeness.

We share a sentimental look, before he quickly gets up off the bed and throws me over his shoulder. “Alright, you’re takin too long. I’m bringin you down myself.” I scream out a laugh, telling him to put me down.

Once dressed and having eaten breakfast, Elvis ushers me downstairs.

The bottom half of the house is much more lively than his bedroom was a few seconds ago. Boys and roosters are running wildly through the house.

Elvis laughs at my bewildered expression. “Yep, that’s how things go around here.” He places a hand on my back, gently pushing me in the direction of the dining room. “Here, come over to Mama first.”

I gulp, nervously.

She used to be like a second mama to me, but it had still been nearly 10 years since I last seen her. She was the only white woman that ever gave me the time of day and I couldn’t be more grateful for her acts of courage to go against the norm.

Her and Elvis’ father, Vernon, sit at the dining table. 

“Honey.” His mom stands from her spot, coming over to me with wide arms. “Oh, sweetie. How you been? How’s Loretta?”

I smile. “Ma and I are fine.”

She pulls away, examining my face. “Well, ain’t that good to hear. Come on over, have a seat.”

She pulls out a chair for me. I thank her, Elvis and I sitting down next to each other.

His father looks at me in silence from across the table.

I never knew much about Vernon, but something always told me to keep my distance. He seemed rather…detached emotionally. Seemed like the more logical, political type and let me tell you, Elvis ain’t with me for any of those reasons, so I had my doubts Vernon would favor me over any other girl his son could bring home though he was never the worst person I had met.

“So, what news do you bear, booby?” Gladys asks Elvis, sitting back down in her spot.

“Well, obviously I can’t do the show anymore or much anything else for that matter. Damn Senator’s been ridin my career like hell in a handbasket.”

“What say that Colonel man?”

“Colonel says he’s lookin to get me into films. Says takin a break from music might be best for me right now.”

I look at him in disbelief. Quit music?

“Sounds like a bunch of banana oil to me, all this TV and movie bushwa.” His mom responds.

He sighs, “Look Mama, Colonel knows a lot about this stuff. I promise, once this is all over, we’ll be ridin in high cotton, you’ll see. I’ll getcha anything you want.”

She eyes him suspiciously. “I just don’t trust him, baby.”

He leans forward on the table. “Ain’t you happy, Satnin? Look at all this stuff he brought us. You ‘memeber when I’d have to put my first suits on layaway? You wanna go back to all that?”

“Atleast, I knew you’d be back home for dinner.” She sighs in defeat.

Listening to this whole conversation pan out, I couldn’t help but feel small and unworthy. Elvis has a whole ‘nother side of him that I’d never seen before. All this Colonel, Senator, movie, and money stuff. I had no clue what to make of all of it. I only knew the poor Tupelo boy that would purposely sneak away from his best friends to go watch congregations with me.

Maybe Ma was right. Maybe all this fame and publicity is something beyond what I’m ready for. Clearly my vision couldn’t see anything past the Mississippi border.

“Come on, Honey. I wanna show you the rest of the family.” Elvis says, grabbing my hand.

I follow him to the front of the house. We walk past the living room where an old woman is seated. Grandma Minnie, sweet old thing she is.

“You ‘member Dogger?” He gestures towards her.

I wave and she greets me with a kind smile.

We walk outside to where all those boys from earlier are now tossing a pigskin around.

“These are the cousins, Red, Junior, George, Billy, and all the rest of the hillbillies.”

Billy jumps on George’s back causing him to stumble over in my direction. “Giddy on up, now!” He shouts.

I step out of the way as they tumble to the ground, barely missing me

Elvis pushes on them, angrily. “Come on, Billy! Whatcha doin?”

He laughs, getting up from the ground before freezing once making eye contact with me. “Woah! Who’s the girl?”

Elvis pushes his shoulder once again. “Now, quit your lookin’ before I make your teeth rattle.”

Billy huffs, stomping away. Elvis lifts his leg as he walks past, pretending to kick him.

The other shyly comes up to us. “We’re real sorry for bumpin into ya and roughin you up and all,” Then he quickly runs after Billy to escape his older cousins' wrath.

“I’m real sorry bout them.” Elvis says, still glaring at them.

“S’alright, baby. It’s cute seein you with everyone.”

I stayed outside til the sun got low, watching Elvis play football with his family, thinking about what I’d do with mine. I dreaded going home that night, but Elvis insisted that whatever was worrying me, I should just face head on.

He drops me off at home, that same green Chevy still parked outside. I walk inside, finding everyone crammed in the living room. Mom and Dad turn to look at me, instantly huddling over me the second I enter the house.

“There you are, baby. I was wonderin when you’d come home.” My mom says.

“I told you where I was going.” I sigh. “Gladys says hello.”

“Well, at least I know you were in good hands, but that don’t mean you can just run off without callin.”

My dad buds in next to her. “Your mama’s right. I know we just met but I’d still hate to see sum’n happen to ya. You never know what kinds of people you’ll run into out-”

A knock comes from the front door.

I look over my shoulder, trying to peek out the window to see who it could be. I excuse myself to go open it, seeing a familiar face in the peephole.

“You left your bag.” Elvis smiles at me, handing the item over.

I thank him, kissing him on the cheek, but before I can quickly shut the door on him, my father’s attention is caught.

“Who is that?” His booming voice calls from behind.

Elvis freezes, noticing the strangers in my house, looking to me for help.

I gulp, opening the door wider to allow him in. “He’s a friend of mine, Dad.”

Elvis looks at me with wide eyes. ‘Dad?’ he mouths. I nod. He turns back, staring at my father in awe, now understanding why I ran out of my house so quick last night. “H-Hello, sir.”

My dad stands with his arms crossed, giving him the evil eye.

“Okay! He really needs to go back home to his mama, so I think it’s time to say goodbye.” I place my hands on his chest, pushing him to walk backwards.

“Well, Honey, I-”

“Goodbye, Elvis!” I say forcing him outside. ‘Sorry. Love you.’ I mouth, before slamming the door. I huff, turning back to my parents.

“You- You’re seein a white man?” My father asks.

Ugh! Man, my parents can be real hypocrates about this stuff.

“Frankly, I think it’s none of your business.”

Then a loud gasp comes from the top of the stairs. Pearl stands with her jaw dropped to the floor.

“Was that Elvis Presley?”

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Milk & Honey - Ch. 10

Austin!Elvis x Black!OC

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Summary: Honey and Elvis finally get a real date

Warning: Racial issues, heavy makeout session, brief talk about sex, swearing

Note: AH! it’s been so long! I’m sorry, don’t hate me too much. I hope this cute chapter will make up for the wait.

Listen to the playlist.

Song: Cry to Me by Solomon Burke

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‘We’ll talk about this in the morning.’ is all she said to me.

I got the worst sleep of my life, dreading seeing light hit the sky. I didn’t wash up or nothing, cause I was too afraid to leave my damn room. I stayed in my dress all night, sitting at the edge of my bed thinking about what I could say to her.

As expected, once I did decide to leave my room that next morning an argument ensued.

“You sneakin out, you singing on stage, lettin your hair down, kissin white boys. This ain’t how I raised you. I thought I could trust you, that you matured into a fine young woman, but you been provin to me that you ain’t nothin but a child still. Ever since Elvis started comin ‘round you ain’t been yourself. He ain’t gon do nothing but bring trouble to ya.” She roughly scrubs dishes, angry while she speaks.

“Ma-”

“Ah!” She points a soapy finger at me, a sud or two dripping onto the tiles below. “I don’t wanna hear it!”

“Ma, I love him!” She freezes, looking down into the kitchen sink, both hands on either side of it. “I’m sorry about not telling you about the singing, and sneaking out, and everything else in between, but that don’t give you any right to constantly make me feel ashamed of who I am. And I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.” She dries her hands, walking around the kitchen pretending to be busy just to avoid making eye contact with me. “But I have loved Elvis since the day I could walk. I can’t control it, and I thought you would be the one person on this Earth that I could trust to understand what that’s like.”

She pauses in front of the refrigerator. Her eyes glisten like mine, but she still says nothing. 

“I’m scared, Mama,” is all I have to say, before we both break. She finally turns to look at me, walking over to wrap her arms around me. 

I sob into her dress, holding her tight. “I pushed him away for years cause I didn’t want any of us getting hurt, but every day I’m not with him my heart breaks, Ma. I love him. So much” My lip quivers against her shoulder.“I’m sorry about the singing, but a lot of people say I’m real good at it. And Vickie says people like blonde hair now. Things is changing. It ain’t as bad as it used to be. I never meant to hurt you, Mama, I swear.”

She pulls away, holding my face in her hands with a sigh. She wipes away the tears that have fallen from my eyes. “I never meant to make you feel ashamed of who you are. You’re beautiful and strong, I have no doubts about that. I just worry about ya. I don’t want nobody hurtin my baby.” She sighs. “I guess I can’t be mad at ya, you just like me when I was your age.” I sniffle, furrowing my eyebrows at her words. She smiles sadly, wiping a tear from her own face, “Used to go out and sing with all the sharecroppers. How you think I got your daddy? Just a thing us James women got, I guess.”

My eyes widen. Okay, what!? I thought she was just talking about Elvis, now she’s a singer??

I giggle excitedly, wanting to hear more. She rarely talks about this kind of stuff, it usually makes her emotional or distant whenever Dad’s brought up, so I try to avoid doing so and just let her talk about it when she wants to.

I remain silent, wanting to give her all the space she needs to continue. 

She sits on the edge of the stairs, looking off into the distance in a trance while she recovers some of her memories. “Used to know a sharecropper that played guitar. He was a sweet boy. I’d go out and sing with’em when the Beau family wasn’t lookin. I had eyes for your daddy, but I knew better. Didn’t know he was lookin back. One day his family went out to town, I didn’t know he stayed back. He followed me when I went to meet that boy, listened to me sing. Told me that was the day he knew he was in love.”

At this point, my tears have dried and all I can do is stare at her in amazement while I listen to her talk about her past. There’s only so much I knew about my dad and Ma’s life before she had me. All of this is new information for me.

I sit down next to her on the small wooden step. “So…you’re not mad Elvis and I are together?” I ask reluctantly.

She lets a deep breath out. “How can I be, baby? Elvis was always such a good boy and I saw from the other day he’s still the same little southern gentleman he used to be. I always knew you two would find each other some time.”

I look at her in amusement. “What do you mean you always knew?”

She chuckles, placing a hand on my knee. “The two of you were so close. You were always starin at him, chasin him around, givin him flowers. Everyone in the neighborhood would talk about how crazy you were for him.”

My jaw drops. They talked about me? Did everyone know except me?? God, that’s embarrassing.

She continues, “Gladys would tell me how much he talks about you when he’d come back home at the end of the night. I was surprised when I saw you brought Michael here. Never liked that boy. Was always somethin off about him.” 

Yeah, I hear ya on that one. 

She sighs, taking a moment to sort through her thoughts, before looking back at me. “Be careful with him, baby.” She adds sadly. “He may be a good man, but he still a man. What a person can do with all that fame is beyond anything I’ve ever been able to imagine.”

I gulp, looking down at the floor. Normally, I push away these types of thoughts, but naturally fears of his rising fame have crossed my mind a time or ten. Of course I’ve thought about the unfathomable exposure of women beyond any man's wildest dreams. Not to mention what the papers and broadcasters would say to the entire country about me.

Noticing the look on my face she adds, “I don’t mean to scare ya. I’m sure you know a lot more about this media bullshit than my old ass does.”

I laugh.

“Just watch yourself out there. Especially with the singin. Baby, there’s gon be a lot of people that will try and take advantage of ya, and even more people that ain’t gon like what you’re doin.”

I reach around her to pull her into a hug. I feel guilty knowing how much I’ve unintentionally villainized her recently. I thought she’d find out about everything and lock me in a tower or something ridiculous. She may have been overprotective of me my whole life, but at the end of the day, I know she never thought it was me that couldn’t handle myself, she was just scared of everyone else. I got so caught up in keeping everything a secret that I forgot how open minded she actually is and how much she believes and trusts in me, and I’m beyond grateful for it. 

“Ma, everything will be okay, I promise. I’m trying to keep my meetings with Elvis private. Besides, I trust him. I know no one is perfect, but if something comes up, I’ll deal with it, okay? Everything’s fine.”

She pulls away with a big smile, rubbing my arm. “You sing beautifully, baby. I’m so proud of you.” She takes a deep breath, “And as much as it terrifies me, I’m glad one of us got to chase our dreams.”

She tries to hold back, but I watch as she blinks away a tear. I can tell there’s a lot of history and meaning behind those last words of hers. She didn’t just mean the dreams of singing, she meant love too. Man, what would it be like if Elvis got taken away? Or having to flee my home to an unknown place to raise his baby on my own? I can only imagine the pain she’s been through.

I squeeze her hand tight, not really knowing what to do to comfort her, but hoping just being there for her is the least I can do.

Never have I felt closer to my mom. I felt such a huge weight lifted off my chest, and it made facing this new day feel much more tolerable. I felt beyond relieved that she was truly okay with everything and that no more secrets were between us.

Later that night, I found myself back at the club for my next shift. Okay, maybe there was still one secret between us.

Being back on my usual schedule felt wrong after last night. Unfortunately, despite my childish hopes and dreams, my life had not changed after being on stage. Things went back to normal and I was back to being nobody. Of course, those like Vickie and Sunbeam gave me congratulations, but still I felt invisible. The only thing that had changed was a new burning desire for more deep within my heart.

I guess success doesn’t come without hard work.

Though I suppose there was one thing to be excited about that I didn’t have before.

“I missed you, baby.” He wraps his arms around my waist from behind, kissing the back of my neck.

”Elvis, I’m working right now. You shouldn’t even be up here.” I twist my neck, reaching behind me to capture those soft lips in a kiss.

He chuckles against my lips. “Well, you tell Sunbeam you’re goin home early tonight. I got som’ important to be doin with my girl.”

His hands untie my apron behind my back, causing it to fall to the floor and the pens in the pocket to roll across the carpet. His eyes graze my face while he rubs up and down my thighs.

I bit my bottom lip to stop an excited smile from appearing on my face. “Elvis Presley, I don’t know what you think I’m doing with you tonight-”

“No, baby. It ain’t like that. I had somethin else in mind.” He bites his lip seductively before wrapping his arms around my torso, hugging me against him. He places his chin on my shoulder, swaying us back and forth while he continues speaking. “You remember when we was kids and I’d tell you one day we’d be ridin round in a Cadillac?”

I giggle, leaning my forehead against his temple. “Just like how you said you’d be a superhero too.”

“And I will be. But I plan on keeping that first promise to ya. I wanna take you some place special to me.” He thumbs my dress, gliding over my stomach.

Judging by the sudden softness and seriousness in his tone, it must have been a little more than just a ‘special’ place. I smile at his sincerity. “And this is the part where you remember we can’t be in the same vehicle together.”

He scoffs, pulling away. “Ain’t no police gon take you from me. Your superhero’s here to save you from all their evil doin’s.” He states dramatically, doing his best Captain Marvel Jr pose like I’d watch him practice all them years ago.

I laugh at his goofiness, kissing him, before pushing him down the hallway and following him to his car downstairs.

Before I knew it, we were off going God knows where in his pink Cadillac he’s been dreaming of owning for so long. Technically, he drove me in it yesterday, but it was short lived and honestly his car was the last thing on my mind.

My still straightened hair blew in the wind as we flew down the boulevard. It felt so nice to finally be with Elvis without all the drama. Everything feels so much lighter now without the stress of Mama or Micheal.

I close my eyes and lean my head back on the white leather seat, breathing in the fresh air that ran past my face.

Elvis takes a quick glance at me, smiling at my tranquil state. He takes my hand, massaging his thumb into my knuckles, before turning back to the road.

Not even a second later, I feel his hand tighten around mine and he says, “Shit! It’s a cop, baby. Get down.”

I all but throw myself across his lap, ducking just below the line of the dashboard. He places a hand on my head, flattening my hair from coming into view. He clears his throat, sitting up to portray a composed appearance to the officer.

I hold my breath against his leg, as if that would hide me better. I close my eyes, waiting for him to update me on what’s happening. He rubs his fingers across the side of my face as if to keep me calm.

Realizing at least a minute has gone by, I cautiously turn my head to look up at him. He has a completely relaxed face, looking forward, and occasionally adjusting the wheel without a care in the world.

“Did we pass him?” I whisper.

He looks down at me shocked as if he forgot I was there.

He smirks smugly. “Oh, yeah. We passed him a while ago. I just like the look of you down there.”

I gasp, sitting up to smack him on the arm. “Elvis!”

Soon he was driving us on a dirt road through a forest of trees.

With anyone else, I would have been panicking right now, but knowing him, it must have been something real exciting he was about to show me.

Though my excitement is quickly put to an end. The air fills with a familiar damp and…fishy smell; Earthy, not pleasant, but somehow still relaxing.

We come to a clearing and a large river comes into sight. He parks the car on a small grass edge next to a dock. He jumps out, bolting around the car to open the door for me. I giggle, stepping out and placing a kiss on his check. 

He takes my arm into his, walking me a very short distance to the front of the car, sitting me down on the hood. “Close your eyes. I have a surprise.”

I do as he says with a smile, hoping my ears can make out his plans.

I feel the car bounce slightly and I assume he’s grabbing something from it. My ears catch the sound of him shuffling back and forth in the grass, which I can’t help but chuckle at.

“No peekin now.”

“I’m not!”

Static emerges from the car radio as it switches between stations, before finally settling on a slow, and romantic song. He huffs back over to the front of the car, catching his breath somewhere in front of me.

“Okay. Open your eyes.”

I open one, teasingly squinting at him. I catch a glimpse of a faint light behind him and lean to the side to peer over his shoulder.

Just a few feet in front on the shoreline lies a small red blanket with a woven basket and a tin battery operated lantern atop it. 

He leans against the hood, staring off into the nature before us. “Used to come here after having bad days at school. Ride my truck right up here at night, get me a nice view of the Miss’ippi, think about how I could make the world a better place.” 

He hums at himself, taking in the view of said river. Suddenly, he stands back in front of me, insecurely obstructing my view. “Now, I know it’s not great, but I went down to that one here candy store and picked us out some stuff.” He quickly shuffles over to the basket. “I didn’t really know what to bring, but I got Clark Bars, Baby Ruth’s, Bit O’ Honey’s cause it ‘minded me of you. PB&J’s. I made em myself.”

He nervously fumbles with the food, taking one after another out of the basket.

“Elvis.”

“I even bought those weird little wax bottles cause I remembered you used to like em. And, well, I hope you still do, but if you don’t I guess I’ll eat em even though I never really cared for em, but I got other stuff too, like-”

“Elvis!” He snaps his head up in fear, slowly putting the candy down. I make my way over to him, sitting next to him on the blanket and placing my hand on top of his. “It’s beautiful.”

I take in the view of the Mississippi River. The water is calm and in the distance you can see the outline of the Memphis-Arkansas Bridge in the faint light of what was left of the sunset. “It’s so pretty here.”

He studies my expressions closely, making sure I was being genuine with my compliments.

I see this and nudge him. “Why are you so nervous? You act like we’ve never hung out before.”

He chuckles, looking down at the blanket, scratching his neck. “Well, I- I guess this is just our first official date. I wanted it to be perfect, somethin that woulda really made ya happy, not this. I would’ve taken you out properly, but…”

I’m black? You'll get bombarded with fans? We’ll be thrown in jail?

“I know.” Is all I can say to that. I rest my head on his shoulder, hugging his arm. “But everything is perfect. I have all the happiness I could get just having you here. Everything else is a bonus. Besides, it’s nice to finally get some private time with you.”

We sat still for a moment, listening to the sound of the water swishing and the radio playing all while the sky finally darkened, leaving us with nothing but the light from the lantern and a couple of lightning bugs.

“I wish I would’ve been able to see you more when we was teens. Could’ve saved me from all that Dixie business.”

I chuckle. 

We both know we wouldn’t have seen each other anyway, not being allowed in the same schools and all, but I hold back saying anything. I don’t need to constantly remind him and myself of the cruelty of the world.

“What are your dreams?” I ask him.

He answers like it’s the most normal question he’s ever been asked. “Be big, change the world. I wanna fly. How bout you?”

I smile. Despite the amount of years it had been since I last asked him, his answer had yet to change. For as long as I’ve known Elvis all he ever wanted to do was fly.

I shrug. “I don’t know. Go Kansas sometime or somethin.”

He throws his head back, laughing. “Oh, quit snorin me. I’m serious. Who do you wanna be?”

I have many dreams. I wanna be able to walk down the streets with him in peace. I wanna meet my dad one day, maybe in 30 years we’ll even be allowed to see a movie together too. I wanna see Mama happy again. And if I have the time, I wanna change the world and make it big too. But some dreams are too unrealistic.

“I wanna be like you.”

He furrows his eyebrows in disbelief.

I continue, having yet to look up at him from my place on his shoulder. “I want your passion and talent. You make people feel things when you perform. I envy that in you.”

He shakes his head. “You have your own special way of charming a room, Darlin. Trust me on that one. You have no idea the power you have.” He gently grabs my face, forcing me to look at him. “You’ve bewitched me.” He states dramatically, before leaning in to capture my lips. I giggle into the kiss, both of us falling backwards onto the blanket.

We spent the next hour looking up at the stars, hair sprawled out across the blanket, talking about anything and everything that crossed our minds while popping candies in our mouths.

“Colonel got me on lock down. Can’t perform for a while. They basically put me on house arrest til I ‘learn to behave myself’. I don’t get what they want from me. Puttin me in a penguin suit singin a couple’a doo wops. Said they want me actin more ‘white’. I just don’t get it.”

I scoff, “Oh, I feel ya. Ma had me doin the same thing. You know she used to put cold rags on my face thinkin it would make my eyes blue? ‘It’s all for my protection.’ She’d tell me that everyday.”

“I always thought about what it’d be like to have brown eyes.”

“Why?”

“Make me look more dark and mysterious.”

“You really need to stop readin them comics.”

“I don’t know what the hell Michael was on about last night bout me bein all popular or something, cause growin up ain’t nobody like me.”

“I did!”

“‘Cept you, lil darlin.”

“Can I be honest with you?” He hums for me to continue. “I miss those little Mississippi shacks.”

He turns over on his side. “Why?!” He questions in disbelief.

I tilt myself towards him, shrugging. “It was nothing, it was dirty, but it was simple. Everything was. Sometimes I just wanna go back to hidin away from the world. It felt safer.”

“Now, you know that’s far from the truth. I saw how much you was smilin up on that stage.”

Just the mention of the word makes one appear on my face. 

He rubs his hand up and down my arm. “I know things ain’t gonna be easy, but you’re still happy and proud of yourself. You know I’m always here to protect you, baby.” He takes my hand, leaving a kiss on my knuckles.

When your baby leaves you all alone

And nobody calls you on the phone

A song begins playing on the radio from the car, echoing through the dark, empty space of the night.

A chill runs up my spine, whether from him or the river breeze I’m unsure. I snuggle into his chest, embracing his warmth and listening to the chirping of crickets amongst the other critter sounds. 

“I can’t believe how long I waited to have you like this. All that time I wasted.”

He massages my back, admiring my face from above. “If anything it was me wastin time. If I only woulda had the guts back when we first kissed, none of this woulda happened. I coulda had you to myself all these years by now. Didn’t know what I was missin.”

A-don’t you feel like a-cryin’?

Don’t you feel like cryin’?

“Is it too early to say I love you?”

Why did I just say that? Of course it’s too early. You’re gonna scare him off!

His chuckle vibrates through his chest and into my hand. “Do you?” He questions, peering down at me.

I insecurely look up at him, looking for signs of fear or disgust. Hesitantly, I answer, “Yeah.”

“Say it.”

“I love you, Elvis.”

He smiles at my timidness, kneading my shoulder. “I love you too, Bumble.”

My eyes widen and I instantly hide myself back into his neck, giggling, embarrassed at the old nickname. “You still callin me that?” I ask through my smile.

He laughs along with me. “What’s wrong with it? I gave you the name myself.”

I lift my head back up, shaking it at him. 

We lock eyes, staring at each other while a long silence came between us.

“You’ll always be my little bumble bee.”

I let out a breathy laugh, before another gust of wind comes by causing me to jump back into his arms.

He hums, pulling me close as if to shield me from mother nature. He continues rubbing my upper body, slowly peppering light kisses across my cheek.

“You won’t ever have to live in a place like that again.” His whispers dust past my ear. “I’m here to take care of you now.”

Well, here I am, a-honey

A-come on, well, cry to me

My breath hitches against his neck. As if it had it’s own mind, my hand begins drifting down his chest, pulling his shirt towards me until his lips crashed on mine. His hand floats down, grabbing my thigh to lift it on top of his own. Our legs became entangled as our tongues danced with one another.

Before I know it, he’s on top of me, grinding me into the grass. Right as I’m about to unbutton his shirt, he stops me just like last time.

“Not here.”

I throw my head back, whining. “Elvis. What’s the matter? Is it something wrong with me?”

He picks himself off of me. “Now, you know damn well ain’t nothin the matter with you. You’re perfect, darlin’.” He reassures me, kissing my cheek while he fixes up his shirt. “I want our first time to be in a house we share, and preferably in a bed without critters crawlin in places they shouldn’t be. I ain’t takin you like this.”

I lean up, laughing. I cock my head to the side in adoration, watching him.

It would be nice to have our first time be romantic, but as long as my first time’s with him, I couldn't give a rats ass where it took place.

He crawls back on top of me, running his thumb over my cheek with a stern grip. “But trust me, baby, I wantcha. I wantcha real bad.” 

I moan into his grip, my mind going wild with dirty thoughts.

“Now, come on. I best get you home now. Can’t risk driving ‘round too late.” Just like that, he pulls away gathering up his things.

I groan, picking myself up to help carry things to the car.

I spent the car ride snuggled up to him. He had one hand around my shoulders while the other turned the wheel. Every stop we came to he’d place a kiss on my forehead.

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get over this puppy love stage. Everything feels so perfect. It’s like my life finally feels at peace and every problem I ever had before seems small. I feel stronger with him and I’m determined to face the world with him no matter what tries to come between us. I swear, nothing could take this happiness from me.

“Ma know about us?” He asks, snapping me from my thoughts.

I’m just now aware that we’re parked outside my house. How long have we been here?

I nod. “Yeah, she knows.”

“Think I should go in and say hello?”

Always such a gentleman, ain’t he? 

“She’s prolly asleep by now.”

He points to the house. “That why the lights on?”

I remove my head from his shoulder, peeking over at the house. Odd. She usually would be asleep by now. Then again, I did forget to call before I went with Elvis. Damn, she’s probably up worrying about me.

He peers around the windshield to inspect a car in front of us. “You got company over?”

I take a look at the car as well. It definitely isn’t the neighbors car, unless they suddenly got rich overnight. I examine the license plate. Black. Alabama. Hmm.

“Maybe I should go inside now.”

“Alright, baby. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

One last kiss for the evening, then I make my way to my front door. He watches me as usual. I wave him goodbye, shutting the door behind me. Only then does he drive away.

I hang my purse up on the rack by the door, kicking off my shoes, completely oblivious to what was waiting for me in the privacy of my home. Seems like there’s always some unwanted surprise behind this door recently.

I go to walk up the stairs to my room, but catch a glimpse of my mom sitting on the couch with an unsettling look in her eyes. She just sits there. No TV on or nothing. She just watches me, waiting for me to notice.

I furrow my eyebrows in confusion and slight fear. I hesitantly tiptoe over to her as if I’m anticipating something to jump out at me.

“Hey.” I say, looking around. “Meant to call. I was out with Elvis. Hope I didn’t cause too much-”

That’s when I hear it. Them.

One of the dining room chairs squeaks causing me to quickly spin around at the noise.

At the table sits an unknown man and woman. White.

“Honey, there’s someone you need to meet.”

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Milk & Honey - Ch. 12

Austin!Elvis x Black!OC

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Summary: Pearl finds a new hobby and Honey isn’t having it

Warning: Racial issues, swearing

Note: Sorry it took so long, I had to deadass write 5 chapters ahead just to make sure the plot worked, so look forward to that I guess.

Song: Smile by Nat King Cole

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“Vickie, my life has been absolute hell this week.”

“Girl, what happened?”

Dad and I got on better speaking terms these past few days, went for walks in private parks, he’d bring me gifts, anything he could think to do to win over my affection. Things were still weird between us, we never talked about anything personal, but I appreciated his efforts. I finally got over myself and realized I couldn’t be mad at him for not coming to see me when he didn’t even know I existed. Though I wasn’t too fond of the idea of him with another woman or his spoiled brat of a daughter.

Luckily, they spent most of their nights in a motel. Unluckily, they spent their entire days at our house.

While Dad and I were getting to know each other, Pearl had developed quite the sudden fascination in my boyfriend. Living in a new town with new people and a new family left Pearl with an uneasy head and an unquenchable boredom. Instead of taking up a hobby or looking for a job or getting herself her OWN man like normal people would do, she decided to dedicate her time to making my new happiness an issue.

Apparently, while I was busy learning what having a father was like, she’d sneak behind my back to go see Elvis. I didn’t even know about it until Elvis brought it up to me about three days ago.

‘I brought George and Billy down to the drive in and met this girl there. Her name’s Pearl, just moved here. Bumped into her a few times this week actually. Said she’s lookin to get into music, wanted my advice. George and Billy seemed real fond of her too, nice girl.’ He told me.

I couldn’t believe her. Lookin to get into music, he says. I heard her getting ready in the bathroom one morning, she can’t sing for shit!

“A whole lotta bullshit.” I answer Vickie.

On the other side of the bar sits my man

and Pearl draped over his table.

“Hey.” Vickie calls over the music, nodding over to him. “Who's the white girl?”

“The bullshit.”

She tells him a joke.

He laughs.

Being the obnoxious gentleman he is, Elvis is too nice to push her away. At least that’s what I tell myself. Of course, I have no reason to feel in competition with her, I know he loves me, but she had no business being anywhere near this side of my life.

How did she even find Club Handy? She isn’t supposed to be here. She clearly didn’t belong in a place like this. Her white skin, pastel dress, and bright blonde hair sticking out like a sore thumb against the browns and smokey tans of the club. Hell, even Elvis blended in better than her and he’s almost always dressed in bright pink. How’d she even get in here? It took me weeks.

She doesn’t even listen to Rock & Roll!

“You know, I may have heard Sunbeam talkin about an opening at the end of the week if someone was looking for a spot.” Vickie offers, pretending to speak to no one in particular.

I shake my head, wiping a glass down. “Ah, I couldn’t. Had so much on my mind, I ain’t even been practicing.”

“Exactly why you should do it. Singing’ll help you focus on what really matters to you. You can’t just give up now after getting on WDIA. People round here have been askin about you, and there’s only so much time before they forget. Use it while you can.”

“They have?” I ask shyly.

She smiles as an answer.

I mirror this, looking down in thought. “I guess I will.”

She claps, “Oh! I’ll go tell him now!” then runs out the club, pushing past customers.

I laugh, apologizing to the people, before catching Elvis and Pearl in the corner of my eye. 

The two of them make their way over to me. “Hey, baby.” Elvis greets, kissing me on the cheek. “How’s everything over here?”

I clear my throat, “Oh, the usual. At least it’s almost over. Who’s the friend?”

He’s still oblivious to the fact that she’s my new half sister, though from the looks of it, she had no intentions of telling him either.

“This is Pearl. The one I was talkin about. She asked if I’d show her ‘round Beale.”

Of course she did.

“Are you going to do it…?” I ask hesitantly.

He excuses himself to her, pulling me over to the side a few feet away. “Baby, it ain’t nothin to worry about. I just feel bad is all. I ‘member what it was like bein the new kid in town. Wish I woulda had someone nice to show me the ropes. But I won’t do it ‘less you say it’s alright.”

Do I say no and risk looking jealous?

I raise my shoulders uncomfortably. “It is a bit strange, but I trust you.”

“You know I’d never do nothin to hurt you, Bumble.” He kisses me, before turning back to Pearl, who smiles a wicked smile. “Wait!” He snaps his fingers turning over to me once more. “Why don’t you come with us? You know parts of Beale Street better than I even do. We can show her together.”

When I tell you I robbed her of that smile. 

“That sounds wonderful.” She says through gritted teeth.

“Alright, I gotta run upstairs to tell King som’ real quick, but I’ll be right down. You’re gonna love it Pearl. Beale’s full of musical history.”

“Yay!” She exclaims with fake enthusiasm, instantly dropping her smile the second he turns his back to walk out the door.

I clear my throat, getting closer to her. “Hey, uh, Pearl. What the hell are you doing?” I guess both of us are dropping our sweet side now that no one’s looking.

She gasps, holding her face in shock. “Oh no, Honey. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize. Is he YOUR boyfriend?”

I cross my arms with a sneer. “Yes, he is and I’d appreciate if you stopped tryna get so friendly with him.”

She puts on an exaggerated pout. “Aw. Go cry to Daddy about it. That’s what happens when you go after the biggest star in the country.”

“Why are you here?” I snap at her.

My attitude slips right off of her, having no real effect on her. “Your Mama told me you left your wallet at home and that I should drop it off to you at ‘the diner’, but I see you must’ve gotten fired. She heard the news?” She says, slipping me the wallet.

Maybe she was better at this than I thought. I snatch it from her, tucking it away in my apron.

“Honestly, it’s embarrassin you think I’m the only one that’s gotten friendly with Elvis. You shoulda seen what the other girls were doin at that drive in, you’d think of me as conservative.” She says, checking her nails.

Alright, that’s enough. I get eye level with her, threatening her with my gaze. “What game are you playing at, huh? What’s your problem?”

She straightens herself out, dropping her preppiness. “My problem is that you took my daddy. So, I’m takin your man from you.”

I scoff, genuinely laughing at the idea of her thinking she could win him over “And how the hell will you manage that?”

“Aw, Honey. It’ll be so easy.” She fixes her hair, as Elvis walks in.

I may have had faith in Elvis, but something in her voice and cocky attitude made a knot twist in my stomach.

“Y’all ready to go?”

Both of us sit in his Cadillac unenthused as we drive down the street. Luckily, the streets died down, so there was no one out to see us together. Still, I wanted this to be over as quickly as possible. On our way out I had to ask Vickie to cover for me. I sure as hell wasn’t about to finish my shift knowing this rat was out riding around town with my man.

I cross my arms, head fuming with annoyance as Elvis goes on and on about stories and landmarks.

“And this lil buildin right here is a place Honey and I once went to-”

Poor thing’s clueless. Normally, I love going driving with him and talking about the past, but right now I just wanted him to shut up and get this bitch out of his car.

“He shouldn’t even be with someone like you.” The devil herself says leaning over the seat to whisper in my ear.

“I think you should mind your damn business.” I could get put down like a dog speaking to a white woman that way, but ain’t nobody else gonna stand up to put her in her place.

“-Then we saw ‘ol B.B. do this one thing with a-” Elvis continues.

“Bet you’re the reason he’s been gettin in so much trouble recently. He needs him a nice, sweet southern belle to help shake all that colored business outta him.”

My lip curls in disgust. I can’t believe Elvis fell for this. “You’re right. Know where we can find him one?”

She sneers at my remark, sitting back in her seat. She crosses her arms, upset that I’m not letting her words get to me.

“-just like the neighbors back in Mississippi. You remember that, baby?” Elvis turns to me with a big smile, waiting for my answer.

“‘Course, I loved David and Kathy.” I chime in happily/

His smile widens even more before he turns around to the backseat. “Where’d you grow up, Pearl?”

She huffs, “Alabama. Grew up on my daddy’s plantation, until one day we found out he was hidin another whole family behind our backs.”

I roll my eyes, feeling her glare in the back of my neck. What a sob story.

“Well, damn. I’m sorry to hear that, Pearl.”

“I think Vickie’s getting me a time to perform on Friday.” I bud in.

Elvis pivots back to me with surprised eyes. I know what I just did was rude, but I’m in no mood to give this disrespectful princess an ounce of my sympathy. “That’s great, Bumble. I’m proud o’ ya.” He takes my hand, giving it a light squeeze. “I, uh, suppose I should bring you back now, Pearl. Where do you live?”

Our eyes widen. Is she gonna do it?

“Just drop me off at the end of the block. I can walk from here.” She quickly states.

Elvis puts his hand up. “Absolutely not. I insist.”

Baby, please stop being so nice and just let the rodent out before it infects the whole car.

“S’just around the corner. Can’t have Daddy seein me, you know?”

He stops the car at the block just like she said. “Alright, if you say so. You have a nice night.” He waves her off.

“Bye now!” She smiles, waving back…at Elvis only.

I glare her down as Elvis drives away. Good, let her walk.

Elvis stares down the street in thought. “She’s a nice girl. Good seein other folk like me be so comfortable and respectful around colored people. Need more people like that.”

I roll my eyes. “Yeah…” This is ridiculous. Fighting another woman for my own goddamn man. Is this how Elvis felt about Michael? This sucks.

He keeps one hand on the wheel while the other reaches for my hand again. “Glad it’s just you and me now though. Wanted to bring you out on another date if you got the time.”

I smile, allowing all thoughts of Pearl to fly out the window as they should. “I always have time for you.”

For the past three days, any time Elvis and I went in public together we ran the risk of running into fans reporters, who always managed to be nearby spying. Though, I guess it was for the best that we weren’t seen on the streets together, it was still annoying. Now with Pearl trying to interfere, things just felt so stressful.

So, we went to a place neither would dare follow us; colored night at the Memphis Fairgrounds.

Of course, we were seen together, he had a few run ins with fans. “Oh no, no performin’ for me. Just here to have a lil fun tonight, that’s all.”

But even if one of them wanted to run off and tell everybody, they knew not a single newspaper would listen to a damn thing they had to say cause of their color. So, it remained a secret.

“Bought you a sno cone, Bumble.”

The colored women were shocked, and dare I say, hopeful when they saw us together. Of course, some were jealous, but they had this look in their eyes, like the same optimism for the future I get when I see Elvis. We gave others hope together.

He eyes me slurping down the ice treat while we hide behind one of the stands from a passing cop.

“Let me get a taste of that.”

“No!”

Maybe one day we’ll inspire change in the world, help make it a better place. I don’t want to be in hiding anymore. I want to grow old with him, get a house together, maybe even have kids. 

Who am I kidding, I’d love to have kids with him. We’d raise little superstars together. I’d be his wife, he’d be my husband. But maybe my head was in clouds that were just too high.

“I never did well with heights.” I hesitate out, gripping tightly onto the metal bar.

He puts his arms around me. “Don’t worry. I gotchu.”

I cuddle into his arm, trying my best to not look down from the top of the ferris wheel.

“I’m gonna take you flyin one day.” He says matter of factly.

“Like hell you will. I ain’t getting on no plane.” I exclaim.

He laughs, bringing me to sit in his lap, rubbing up and down my thigh. 

Dreams seemed so far away from where we are now. I know it takes baby steps, but looking into a future where we can safely be together, well, I understand why so little have attempted it. I’m shocked Mama did it all them years ago, I’m scared to do it now and it’s almost 1960. I couldn’t imagine the fear she had in the 30’s. Wonder what my dad thought about everything. If he really loved her, if he ever thought about having kids with her.

Elvis watches me patiently as I zone out.  “What on your mind, Bumble?”

I look into space, running my fingers along his neck while I think about everything that’s been happening. ”Don’t say anything bout my dad to anyone. I don’t know if he wants people knowin I’m his.”

He hugs me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder. “I ain’t gonna tell nobody nothing, cause you ain’t his, you’re mine.”

It amazed me Pearl actually thought she had a chance with him. All the history and hardship we’ve been through together, nothing could take that from us.

Later that night I found myself back in my prison of a home. My once happy and lovey dovey mood replaced with a sickening attitude seeing Pearl at the table, no sign of Ma or Dad around. Still on a high from Elvis’ words tonight, I poke my fun at her. “Look who made it home. News said it was gonna be chilly tonight. Did you ‘member a jacket?” I say, hanging my own coat, on the rack near the door.

“Shut up.” She snaps, popping a grape into her mouth.

I walk past her into the kitchen, scanning through the fridge for a drink. “You know, walking alone can be real dangerous this time o’ night. ‘Specially with all that rising crime. Wouldn’t want any of that ‘colored business’ gettin ya.” I hiss at her, taking a sip of cola.

“Watch the way you’re talkin to me, ‘Bumble’.” She spits out the last word, continuing to eat her grapes, not bothering to look at me any longer.

I roll my eyes. I was about to ask her where Ma and Dad were, but I wanted nothing more to do with her. I’ll figure it out myself.

Just then, I hear the faint sound of Nat King Cole. What the hell? Are the neighbors playing that?

Smile though your heart is aching

Smile even though it's breaking

I follow the music until I get to our back door. Peeking out the window, I find the answer to my question. Out in the back yard I see my parents.

Dancing.

Mom looks hesitant, but she can’t help but smile.

I lift the window ever so gently and lightly, listening to them speak.

When there are clouds in the sky

You'll get by

If you smile through your fear and sorrow

“Charles, I ain’t danced in years. I ain’t as smooth as I used to be.”

“Loretta, you’re smoother than a Nestles bar.”

Okay, ew, but cute, I guess. 

She smiles at him, closing her eyes and placing her head on his chest. He leans down, resting his head atop hers while they sway back and forth to the music.

Maybe he did really love her.

Smile and maybe tomorrow

You'll see the sun come shining through for you

I saw Elvis and I just then, dancing and swaying together though the world was against us, too lost in each other to care. We may have given others hope at the fair tonight, but seeing Ma and Dad just now, I couldn’t help but feel fear creep into my heart. If only life could be so simple.

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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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✩ I Can Dream About You ✩ Part 1

Sebastian Kydd x OC

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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?

[enchantinglyjade]

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Sebastian Kydd x OC

(Images not mine) Summary: Alex is a quiet nobody that was lucky enough to get recognized by the most popular girl in school, Donna LaDonna. Now under Donna's rulership, Alex is faced with the issue of her own individuality when her and Donna fall for the same bad boy, transfer student, Sebastian Kydd. He is everything Donna wants, but what happens he falls for her invisible minion instead?

Warnings: NSFW 18+, Swearing, fluff, angst, drug use, alcohol, eventual smut - Part 1| Part 2 | Part 3(Coming Soon)

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