#michael jackson white jacket

[xcziel]

he did the dance practice in leather pants i ...

[kaiser1ns]

#. SPEED DEMON

featuring 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 ıllı. endo yamato, takiishi chika

fluff. your boyfriend lives for the adrenaline, or in other words, he loves it when you cling to him when he speeds up, or when you put stickers on his bike.

inspired by michael jackson's song "speed demon"

BIKER BOYFRIEND!ENDO YAMATO

A dark black leather jacket, with a large white print on the back that was the same as the tattoo on his left shoulder, paired with an obsidian-colored helmet with the addition of a few contrasting Hello Kitty stickers, boots tapping the cemented ground as he leaned back on his motorcycle waiting for his beloved girlfriend to get ready, with another helmet resting on the seat that was the same color as the clouds adorned with black snake and pink bow stickers.

He didn't mind waiting, even though it was late at night but when he got the "I'm hungry" message, he immediately dressed and came at full speed to wait for you in front of your home, and you didn’t even get a text back, because his engine is so loud you always know he is there. Endo wasn't going to lie, it was cold, but he was sure that the moment he saw you, his body would warm up again.

Leaning on his motorcycle, he has his usual laid-back smirk as he glances at the door focusing on the sound of your footsteps getting closer. When the door finally opened, revealing you in your cute outfit for the night, his eyes lit up. His first words, always teasing but you knew he was all bark, no bite. “Princesses sure take a lot of time to get ready, huh?” He pushed off the bike, walking over to greet you when gloved hands cup the side of your face as he pressed a sweet, quick kiss on the lips. It’s soft and delicate, but you know Endo well enough to tell there’s more behind it–more that he’s holding back for later.

“But don’t worry your prince will always wait for you.”

Before you can even reply, Endo drapes his jacket around your shoulders, despite the fact you already had the same, you’d grabbed the first one you found on the hanger. It smelled like him, motor oil and strong cologne. “You don’t need to–” you started, but he was already securing your helmet, his fingers brushing against your skin with a tenderness that was the complete opposite of his rugged exterior.

“I know,” he says, “but I want to.” he zips the jacket up, making sure the helmet is tight, but not so tight that it hurts. Once everything was set, you hopped onto the back of the bike, resting your head against him, and wrapped your arms around his waist, feeling the warmth of his body under your hands. “The best photos I take of us always happen at times like this,” you murmured when he revved the engine and you felt the powerful rumble beneath you as he sped off down the dark road.

The cool wind greeted you both, and you gripped him harder, letting out a scream when he made a sudden drift and he just laughed at your reaction as he pushed the bike faster down the empty road.

When you finally arrived at the fast-food joint, you stayed outside seated on the bike, scrolling through his phone and snapping pictures while he disappeared inside to grab food. A few minutes later, he came back, pulling his gloves with his teeth and tossing you the bag of food before noticing how your eyes were concerted on something. “Baby, you got another speeding ticket,” you said, holding up the screen for him to see. He glanced at it, then shrugged, his hand already digging into the fries.

“Is that so?” the way he replied told you everything–you both knew he didn’t care. To Endo, every ticket was just another excuse for you to hold onto him tighter, no law existed to him. A ticket also meant a free ride to the love island, is what he likes to say. But you as well paid no mind, not when the food you have been caring for was delivered by yours truly. 

“Aren’t you cold?” you were fully covered, with his jacket on top of yours and he was just wearing a black shirt that was clinging to his body, his tattoos on display. "Not when you light up my heart." Always the smooth talker, but if he catches a cold it's on him. Playfully rolling your eyes as you unwrapped the burger and took a bite then offered it as he took a bite as well. You loved moments like this with him the most, just the two of you in the middle of the night, on a cute little date and racing at full speed with the stars.

After both of you were done, getting up on the bike you clung to him again on the ride back. With each mile, you felt closer, the world slipping away as the two of you raced through the night together. He would send you to another dimension, you were sure about that, somehow he always did, and as much as you enjoyed these long rides with no direction in mind your bed was also calling you. 

"Can you stay for tonight?" you'd ask him, leather jackets still on you and how can he say no to you? He will always wait, he will always stay because he can speed up all he wants on the highway, but he will always take things slow with you.

BIKER BOYFRIEND!TAKIISHI CHIKA

Tools scattered everywhere, the sound of the rumbling engine drowning out the music you had put on while sitting at the table eating ice cream in your boyfriend's garage. A big part of his time involved maintaining his bike, and you spend hours in that same garage where you have learned a thing or two, but you preferred to watch while he worked on his own for once, without Endo's help. "You missed tightening that part." pointing your finger down on the machine when he gave you the 'don't tell me what to do' look but you were right. He forgot to apply part of the brake and, at the very least, he wouldn't like for something to happen. "And you tell me I don't understand anything... I just saved your life." Taking another bite of the ice cream as you watched him wiping his face with the hem of his tank top showing off his toned stomach suddenly the cone of sweetness fell to the ground making a mess, when he turned to see what was happening he saw how red you have gotten. “You are always making a mess…” raising his eyebrow when he went inside the house to get something to clean it up, well, for you to clean because Takiishi won't bother to. He had always been the calm type, as calm as he can be. So when he stepped outside, his usual indifference clouding his eyes, you saw the perfect opportunity to strike. His burgundy-colored bike stood there, gleaming in the light ready to be taken over. Looking behind your back, just to make sure he was gone, you pulled out a collection of stickers—Sanrio characters, kittens, candy, and the most important ‘I love my girlfriend’ sticker. You were about to press it onto the bike, and you felt a sudden yank on your wrist. 

You yelped as Takiishi's grip tightened, his serious stare making you shiver despite the hot temperature. Uh-oh. You were caught red-handed, with him having that serious stare that meant he wasn't in a good mood. 

"Ta-da!" is all you could have managed to say, voice nervously cracking as you stuck the girlfriend sticker on the bike anyway. The mission failed successfully. But despite that, you knew he was angry, mad even. You knew because his grip on your wrist was getting tighter, and it hurt. "Chika, I-I'm sorr–" you started, and the way his eyes told you he was trying to balance the lines between anger and indifference. Yet, to your surprise, he released you not before he glanced at the peeling sticker and calmly pressed it back on.

You were on the border between the people who stood in his way and those he had to eliminate. Just like a sticker, you had a beautiful design but you won't be peeling out soon from him.

"Ask next time." you blinked at his strange reaction, more so the way he calmly collected his tools and put them in the box. "Huh?" is all you could mutter when he was done and stood up in front of you, and you were slowly melting like the ice cream on the ground.

"Ask me next time." he put something on your cheek before he went back inside and you went to check yourself on his bike mirror. It was a pink heart sticker covered in flames. You were the one who always teased him and did whatever you wanted, and once again he beat you at your own game. Takiishi Chika always wins, no matter who he's up against, and he will do everything for you even if he doesn't voice it, he will prove it after you remove all the stickers of course.

"I removed everything," you muttered, disappointed that the bike was back to its plain burgundy state. You sighed, feeling a little defeated. This is what you get when trying to surprise someone like him with something like that. But much to his dismay he left only one sticker and it was ... 

"I love my boyfriend so much!" You couldn’t help but yell, kissing him on the cheek with an exaggerated and loud “mwah,” you jumped onto his back, wrapping your arms around him as he held your legs. He actually didn't care that you put stickers, he just didn't expect it to be that many. Takiishi showed he cared, even if he didn’t always say it out loud, but the glued label sure did.

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[princesskaulitz]

Can you do Bill fluff? ( Fem reader please!) I don't mind the era!

pillow fort

✮ bill kaulitz fluff

✮ bill x fem! reader, fluff, 2005 bill

✮ conclusion: you’re his new neighbor and he really likes you. (i didn’t proofread but i don’t think there’s many errors anyways)

✮ A/N: tysm for requesting 🥰 I hope you guys like this. this is my first long fluff so i really hope it’s not ass.

you’re the new girl in bill’s neighborhood. he lives right across the street from you. his mom and your mom became friends really quickly when his mom brought over some desserts as a welcome gift to your family. his mom and your mom got to talking and found they actually have a lot in common with one another and they wanted the twins and you to meet.

when you first met the twins, you thought bill was adorable. he had such a contagious smile and a soothing voice. tom was really chill and funny.

bill thought you were beautiful and he was super shy with you. tom could tell that bill was attracted to you, he just hoped that his shy brother would actually make a move on you.

your moms decided to go on a mall trip that weekend and offered you and the twins to go.

you sat in the backseat of the car between them. bill loved the close proximity. the way your thigh was touching his. sure there was plenty of room for him to move his thigh but he didn’t want to. he also loved the way he could smell your perfume and your shampoo. you looked over at him and admired him. you loved his makeup, his eyebrow piercing, his nose, his lips, his jawline. he could feel your eyes on him and he tried not to blush.

throughout this mall trip, tom was the one doing all the talking and he was desperately trying to get bill close to you. growing up, he’s always watched bill wait for girls to make the first move, being too shy but he wanted bill to be the one to do it this time. whenever your back was turned, tom would push bill closer to you, receiving a warning look from bill each time.

at this point, tom figured the best thing to do would be to do just disappear unnoticed, leaving you and bill alone.

bill tuned around and noticed tom was gone. “where is tom?” he asked. you stopped and looked around “hm… i don’t know. maybe he went to the bathroom?” you replied. bill tried to text tom, only receiving a “just talk to her, learn to loosen up” in response. “damn it” bill cursed under his breath. bill wanted to burst. how could tom just leave him in the dust like this? without tom, he worried he’d make things awkward.

but that wasn’t what happened at all. you guys went into stores together and learned what kinds of things each other liked, what you guys had in common and this is what loosened him up a little and you guys clicked almost instantly. he was helping you pick out clothes and you two wound up playing that one game where one person walks along the clothing racks, running their hand along the clothes and when the other person says stop, that’s the piece of clothing the person has to try on and you’d do that for the whole outfit.

you dared bill to do it in the women’s clothing and he wound up in a skirt, a blouse that looked like something an old lady would wear to church and a sun hat. you both giggled and laughed and he was too embarrassed to come out of the dressing room. he dared you to do the same thing in the men’s clothing and you wound up in some tan khaki shorts that were like baggy jeans on you, a pain white t-shirt and a leather jacket that looked like the one michael jackson wore in his thriller music video.

after that, you two went and got ice cream and reviewed the ridiculous pictures you took of each other in your stupid outfits.

you eventually joined back with tom and your mom’s. you and bill were in your own world together, just yapping, never seeming to shut up, just when tom thought you two would finally shut up, bill opened his mouth again, opening discussion of some other random topic like music or food. he wasn’t annoyed though. he just smiled.

by the time you two got home, you didn’t want to depart from each other. you guys asked and your mom let you and bill have a sleepover. you guys stayed in the living room and made a pillow fort out of the couch cushions and throw blankets, of course while hitting each other with pillows and cussing playfully at each other, even throwing snacks at each other, bill laughed when he smacked you in the forehead with a twizler. you jumped on bill, wrapping a blanket around him and it sent you both plummeting to the floor with laugher. he blushed at the way your arms wrapped around him and how you landed on him.

all your fun and games were ruined however by your mom telling you both it was time to quiet and wind down, telling you guys to clean up your food mess, saying you and bill had it looking like “toddler lunch time at a daycare.”

you guys turned off all the lights and crawled into your pillow fort, you used your old pillow pet that projected stars for light.

bill and you sat in silence for a moment as you looked up at the make shift stars.

“so you don’t have a boyfriend right?”

“no. why do you ask?”

“just wondering… i think you’re super cute and i’d be disappointed if you had a boyfriend.”

you smiled and blushed. bill turned to you, propping himself up on his arm, a hint of a mischievous smile playing on his soft lips.

“have you ever kissed a boy?”

you were embarrassed to admit it “….no”

bill’s smile widened. “do you know how?”

“well… i’m not sure.”

“…want me to teach you?” he absolutely thought he was the shit right now. tom would be so proud of him right now.

you smiled. “yeah… teach me some tricks.”

his shy blush creeped up his cheeks again. he could try and be as bold and sassy as he wanted to but he’ll always be a shy, soft boy at heart and though his demeanor was bold, his lips and touch were gentle. his hand rested on the side of your face as his lips moved in sync with yours.

you were stunned to feel his tongue sneak into your mouth. you made out for what felt like forever, until your tongues were sore and your lips were numb, your tongue toyed with his tongue piercing, his hand gently tangled in your hair before it traveled along your shoulder, down your arm, gently squeezing it. you pulled away from each other but your gaze on each other’s eyes didn’t pull away. “wow” bill breathed out, a pink blush on his pale cheeks.

“actually…. i do have a boyfriend”

bills face faltered. “what?”

“you’re my boyfriend”

he punched you on the arm. “ow!”

“don’t do that, i thought i was going to shit my stomach out.”

“don’t punch me you punk!” you started punching him back, earning laughs from him as he fought back. he pinned you down and started tickling you, you screamed and thrashed around, ruining your guys pillow fort.

you both wound up just sleeping on top of the pile of pillows and blankets, cuddling. he spooned you, his face buried in your hair, your legs tangled together, his breath on the back of your ear while you held his hand close to your chest.

he couldn’t wait to talk tom’s ear off about all this.

[nocturnal-riptide]

Greek mythology in pride month:

Aphrodite and Eros are dressed up in the most stylish way in the colors of the pride flag

Apollo is wearing a golden glittering jacket and nothing under it with less glittery white pants and golden shoes and also wearing golden sunglasses and having a glittery bisexual flag as a cape that almost looks golden and matches his jacket. Somehow he found David Tennant and Ncuti Gatwa and is chatting with them

Hermes is wearing bisexual colors and all the wings in his outfit are the same color as the flag and martha and George (the snakes on his staff) have bisexual symbol around their neck

Dionysus is having a party and he is wearing all in pride (and has some pansexuals stuff around) and looking hot (like in the Hades game) he is chatting with Michael sheen

Zeus is busy cheating on hera

Hera is busy catching zeus

Artemis is in her hunter clothes (like in percy Jackson) and the color of her clothes are ace flag and her quiver is full of arrows with fleches that are colored like aro flag. She is giving her trans and enby hunters tips on diy hrt

Athena is sitting somewhere reading queer books (about ace people) while her owl had put a tiny asexual flag on her helmet

Poseidon is busy drowning homophobes

Hades is chilling somewhere and searching what a leather daddy is because Zagreus told him that he looked like one. He sent Zagreus, Thanatos, and Megaera to deal with jk Rowling. He also let queer souls come out of the underworld for a while, people like Freddie Mercury, Achilles and Patroclus, and Hyacinthus

Persephone is making every pride flag with flowers and maybe some of those flowers were once some homophobes or transphobes

Demeter and Hestia are chatting with a couple of old queer people

Medusa wanted to attend Dionysus' party wearing sunglasses, but got distracted when she heard about Neil Gaiman and is now after him

Ganymede is wearing gay (rainbow) flag and he also has his chalice that is filled with a rainbow liquid and has some tiny pride flags (like those little umbrellas but flag type) in it and pouring drinks for people

Ares and nemesis are tempting people to make a war with homophobes and transphobes

Iris is making as much rainbow as she can needless to say she is wearing all rainbow

All the campers from camp half blood and camp Jupiter are at Dionysius' party and hebe is also there. She is wearing rainbow colors as well

Hephaestus is making traps for homophobes. He isn't exactly wearing anything special but all his traps are different pride flags

Chaos is also watching different parts of earth from above, they are made of void and stars so they can't exactly wear clothes but they are turning nebulas to pride flags.

[kingofpopmj]

I'm The Light Of The World, I'll Feel Grand

June 24, 2009

Summary: Michael brings his wife and kids to work. He’s preparing for This Is It, his final tour, and his family can’t wait to watch in on rehearsals.

Pairings: Michael Jackson x Reader

Warnings: Family time, lots of fluff in the first half. The second half is a bit sad, but I wrote this based on what I feel Michael deserved from the world. This story is in a format that works if you only want to read the first half. (Stop reading at The Aftermath, if the sad part isn’t for you.)

*Y/N’s POV*

I smiled as I watched my husband struggling to untangle our daughter, Mavis’ leotard. There was so much tulle, his hands kept disappearing as he fought with the small clamps.

“Babe, do you need me to do it?”

“No, I got it.”

“Are you sure?” I teased.

“I am.” He winked at me, making me feel a rush of giddiness.

*flashback*

“Y/N? You haven’t said anything.”

“I’m not sure what to say. I wasn’t expecting this.”

“Neither was I, but here we are.”

“Are you sure?”

“Are you not?” He shot back.

“I am.”

*end of flashback*

“Mom!” Carver, our son’s voice carried through the house, I rushed down the hallway to his room. “He won’t give it back!” He pointed angrily at his younger brother.

“Idris, sweetie, give your brother his shoe.” I bit back a laugh, crossing my arms and leaning against the doorframe.

“He started it! Mom, he hid my pants!”

“Boys, we need to leave soon. Daddy has to be at work. Please finish getting ready. No more stealing each other’s clothing.”

“Fine.” Carver stretched, feeling around the top shelf of his bookcase, revealing blue jeans. “Trade?” The two boys quickly snatched their belongings and backed away from one another.

“Thank you.” I spun around, I had to finish getting ready myself and make breakfast, walking down the hallway I run into our daughter Sade, wearing my high heels. “What do we have here?”

“Hi mommy.” She giggled, she had her daddy’s smile. The perfect smile.

“How about we make a deal. You wear your own shoes and I’ll let you pick out anything of mommy’s to wear today.”

“Yes!” She kicked off my heels, sprinting over to my closet. “This one!”

“Yeah?” I saw the sparkly white clutch she selected. “This was a gift from your daddy, when he took me to the Grammy Awards with him.”

“Really?” Her eyes went wide, she loved hearing our stories.

“Yes.”

“When?” She asked excitedly, tugging at my arm, she pulled me over to the loveseat, waiting for more details.

“It was in 1984.”

“What’s this?” She pulled out a necklace. “Did daddy give this to you too?”

“Yes—”

“Tell me everything!” She interrupted me, kicking her feet happily.

*flashback*

“I got you something” Michael smiled, I love his smile.

“You didn’t have to do this.”

“Open it.” He was growing impatient. I knew he wanted to see my reaction to his gift.

“Oh— wow.” The box held inside of it the most beautiful clutch purse. It was white and had intricate beading all along the surface. It matched my dress perfectly. “Michael.” I was speechless. “It’s beautiful. Thank you so much.” I threw my arms around him. There was nothing I loved more than being in his arms.

“Y/N.” He pulled away, his hand reached up to my chin to look into my eyes. “Y/N.”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

I stared at him blankly. I couldn’t explain how those words made me feel. Especially, coming from him. He was my everything and he didn’t even know it.

“You—”

“Yes. I love you.” He interrupted me, knowing exactly what I was thinking. He hated when I doubted myself.

“I love you.”

“Yeah?” He asked me with a nervous smile spreading across his face. I nodded quickly, leaning into his chest. “Look.” He pulled a locket out of his pocket, the shiny gold finish was stunning, but when I realized it was much more than that my heart began pounding faster.

“It’s our names.” My thumb glided over the engraving.

“Yes. I have a matching one.” He pointed to his chest, where it dangled, clipped to his blue bedazzled jacket. “And if you look on the other side, I left an open space.”

“For?”

“For our children’s names.”

“You really thought of everything.” I stated simply, trying to conceal the deep blush heating up my face. His words had such an effect on me. They always did.

“For you, I think of everything. I have a plan now.”

“Can I know the plan?”

“You’re going to be my wife one day. God willing we will have a big beautiful family. I’ll wake up next to you every morning for the rest of my life.”

“That sounds like a wonderful plan.”

*end of flashback*

“Ta-da!” Michael cheered, entering the room with our daughter by his side.

“I want to be a ballerina too!” Sade pouted, seeing her twin sister dressed up and holding daddy’s hand was just too much.

“Come on. Let’s get you in your leotard and tiara your highness.” Michael held his hand out, which she gladly took.

“Mommy!” She turned around, pointing her little finger at me. “I want to hear the rest of the story later.” I nodded as she tiptoed out the room.

I took the opportunity to check on our eldest daughters, Naila and Kya. After checking their rooms, which turned out to be empty, I knew exactly where they were. I made my way downstairs, the smell of eggs hit me immediately.

“Well, if it isn’t my two favorite chefs.” I smiled, kissing them both on the top of their heads. “What are you preparing for us today?”

“I’m making pancakes, eggs and bacon. Ky is on smoothie duty.”

“It smells delicious. Do you need any help?”

“Can we pack lunches? So we can have a picnic in the arena like we used to when we were little?” Kya spoke, smiling nervously, tying her hair up.

“I love that idea. I’m not sure we have time to pack lunches. We can pick up—”

“Pizza?!”

“Yes.” My girls gave each other a high five before breaking out in a celebratory dance.

“Check this out!” Our youngest son, Johan ran into the kitchen with sock covered feet, spinning quickly then dropping to his knees.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself. Again.” Naila teased.

“Dad does it. He doesn’t get hurt.” He stood up, rubbing his knees discreetly.

“He’s a professional.” She shot back.

“Yeah, well— you’re a butt.”

“Okay, okay, apologize to your sister then go get some shoes on.” I hugged him, tickling his under arms.

“Sorry Naaillaaaaa.” He said through his laughter.

“Food is ready mom.”

“You should do the honors honey.” I moved to set the table as I saw a big smile spread across Naila’s face.

*Michael’s POV*

“Attention Jackson household, breakfast is ready you fools! Get downstairs now if you want to eat.” Naila announced from downstairs.

“Fools?” Mavis and Sade repeated confused, I bit my lip, shaking my head.

“She’s just teasing.”

“Daddy, can we dance with you today?”

“Yes, babygirl you can always dance with me.”

“I want to sing with you.”

“I’d love that.” I beamed at the idea of having them on stage with me. They made me so happy. “Now, let’s go eat! I’ll race you!” I took off down the hall.

“That’s not fair we got little legs!”

They were laughing, chasing me closely, I stopped at the stairs, holding their hands as we descended the steps.

“Hey babe.” I moved to kiss my wife. “Is everyone else down here?”

“Yes, you’re late.” Her hands rested on my chest, looking up at me with those beautiful eyes.

“Well, I guess you’ll just have to punish me later.” I whispered in her ear.

“Can you guys not?” Carver complained, covering his eyes.

“Look away kid.” I shot back, kissing Y/N’s cheek repeatedly, her giggles filling the kitchen.

Breakfast went smoothly. The kids were really excited for the day. We were all buckled up in the limousine we had for the day, when Johan spoke up.

“Daddy, are those guys gonna follow us again?” He was referring to the paparazzi. They get pretty intense sometimes.

“Yes, I’m sorry, it’ll only be for a little while.”

“Can I wear my wolf mask?”

“Of course.” Ever since I showed him the Thriller short film he’s been convinced he’s part werewolf. And, I just don’t have the heart to tell him otherwise.

Our driver turned the car on, moving down our long driveway, I watched as the tall gates opened slowly, the sun was shining brightly in a clear blue sky. It was a perfect day.

“Are all the backup singers and dancers going to be there?” Carver asked.

“Yes. The entire crew, so we will all be on our best behavior, correct?” I was met with eight smiles, nodding in agreement.

“I still say you should’ve let me sit in on the dancers auditions.”

“Why is that?”

“They’re really pretty.”

“The auditions were held to help find the best dancers for the job, not to find you a date.”

“Dad, two birds, one stone.”

“You sound like you’re Uncle Randy.” He lifted his chin, smiling brightly. “Yeah, that’s not a compliment.”

“Burn!” Naila clapped obnoxiously, she loves when I tease anyone but her.

My wife was seated next to me, holding my hand as we watched our kids joke around with each other. I never thought I’d have this. I’m a husband and a father. My most precious of dreams came true and I still struggle to believe it’s real.

“I love you.” I said to Y/N, bringing her hand to my lips.

“I love you.” She looked back at me, her stare still made me feel flustered. After all these years the effect she has on me has only grown stronger with each passing day. I don’t understand how it’s possible, but I’ve come to understand that with her, anything is possible.

Thankfully, when we arrived at the Staples Center the local police department had already enforced a barricade, so all we had to do was run inside. It felt like deja-vu, all of the musicians that I’ve worked with throughout my career, a few new faces, but, nonetheless, a bittersweet feeling.

“The kids are beautiful.” Siedah complimented, hugging Y/N and I. “They are so sweet. I’ve missed them.”

“Thank you.” Y/N replied, glancing at them as they danced around the stage.

“They were excited to see their Aunt Sid.”

“Good. It’s going to be so fun, all of us in London together.”

“They can’t wait. This is the first time for our youngest to see their dad perform, so I’m a little nervous.”

“Nothing to be nervous about.” Kenny Ortega cut in, clapping his hand on my shoulder. “The stage is set. Everything is perfect. There is one problem though.”

“What is it?”

“We don’t have anyone to test out the cherry picker.”

“Cherry picker!” One of the kids yelled as they all rushed over.

“Oh no.” Y/N looked at me nervously.

“Can we please come with you dad?” Johan begged, tugging at my shirt. “Please!”

I made eye contact with my wife, panicking over the fact that we completely forgot to talk this over. She shrugged, knowing they weren’t going to no for an answer.

“Okay, but one at a time.” She said sternly. “You have to be careful.”

“Awesome!” Our youngest twins celebrated.

“I want to go first!” Khari raised his hand.

“Hold on, I don’t want any fighting, you guys have to draw straws or something, make it fair.”

“Yes!” They scurried off and my wife laughed, shaking her head.

“I’m surprised you said yes.” I put my arm around her.

“Well, they were excited. Plus, I can’t exactly tell them they can’t do something I’ve done plenty of times.”

“Good point.”

“They’ll be with you, so they’ll be safe.”

“Exactly.”

“We used to ride it all the time, remember?”

“Yes dear, I remember that wasn’t all you rode.” I whispered flirtatiously against her cheek.

“Michael!” The whisper shouted, pinching my butt. “You’re so bad.”

“That was a good one. You’ve got to admit it.”

“Mhmm.” She smirked, leaning into my embrace.

Before I knew it, the kids were running back to us, screaming frantically that they were ready for the cherry picker.

Our eleven year old, Khari was first to accompany me. The biggest smile on his face the whole time. We waved down at Y/N, his siblings and the crew. Out of all the times I’ve ridden a cherry picker, which is many, nothing will ever top experiencing it with my kids. These are my favorite cherry picker moments.

“Will they have pizza in London?” Sade asked curiously, tomato sauce all over her face.

“Yes.”

“Cool.”

“I want to dance on stage with you and Uncles.” Mavis stated, that’s how she did things, she said what she wanted and didn’t asked questions.

“Maybe we can arrange that.” I smiled wide, pinching her cheek. Y/N looked at me surprised, but we always knew that the kids would be in the spotlight. We could only hold it off for so long.

“I’d get tickets to see that.” My wife clapped.

“My number one fan.” I leaned forward to kiss her, earning a few groans from our children.

“Dad, it was awesome! I can’t wait to see rehearsals again tomorrow.” Naila complimented.

“You really want to come again?”

“Yes.”

“Totally, there’s zombies here!” Khari yelled.

“Plus, Auntie Siedah gives us marshmallows when we do vocal warm ups with her.” Kya did her little happy dance, taking another bite of her cheesy bread.

“That would mean the world to me.” They mean the world to me. They are my world. They are the reason I wake up every morning with a smile on my face.

“Dad, you’re the coolest! I can’t wait until I can dance like you.” Mavis gave me a thumbs up.

“Thank you honey. And, you already do dance like me. All of you do. It’s in your DNA.”

“I’m getting better at my moonwalk, but you’re still the best.” Carver commented.

“You know, your mom is a pretty good dancer too.” I laughed loudly as my wife hid behind me while our kids screamed in surprise.

“Dad, you’ve never told us. What was it like before we were born? Touring?” Naila questioned, a nervous smile on her face.

“It was fun. Honestly, I’ve never loved touring, but a few things made it worth while.”

“Like what?”

“Luckily, I had your mom. She brought a lot of joy, she was always there for me and it was an added bonus to be able to travel the world with my favorite person.”

“Do you think— what if we— what if it’s not as fun with us there?”

“Are you crazy? It’ll be even better! The eight of you make everything better.” Y/N nodded along as I explained.

Today, was hands down the best rehearsals I’ve ever experienced. My family is definitely my good luck charm.

“You’re going to have some stunt doubles for tomorrow.” Y/N giggled, clearing her throat before finishing her announcement. “Please, put your hands together for Carver, Naila, Kya, Idris, Khari, Mavis, Sade and Johan, The Jacksons!”

She stepped aside, giving the kids space to run into the room, dressed in different clothing items inspired by my career. It left me absolutely speechless.

“Wow.”

“The costume department helped us out.” My wife said, walking over to sit beside me on the couch.

“Do I look cool dad?” Johan asked.

“Yes, you look better than me!” He was wearing a little white suit like the one I wore for Smooth Criminal. “Wow. You really surprised me”

“Good. It was tough to keep a secret.” Y/N said, leaning her head on my shoulder.

“I’m sleeping in this.” Sade said, she was wearing the black and white Thriller jacket.

“Sure.” I chuckled. “I’m not sure it’ll be that comfortable.”

“It looks cool. That’s what matters.” She snapped her fingers, grinning at her mother and I.

I sat back in awe, thanking god for the blessings in front of me. I couldn’t imagine my life without my babies. We spent another hour together, laughing and playing games until it was time for bed. I had to explain how important it was to get a full nights rest, especially on rehearsal days. I tucked in my kids, kissing them all on the forehead and reading short stories to our youngest before climbing into bed with my beautiful wife.

I couldn’t contain the happiness in my heart. The excitement of another day surrounded by love kept me awake. I prayed everyday could be like this. I love my wife. I love my kids.

I couldn’t wait for morning to come and wake up to the light from the sun rising.

Tomorrow was just a few hours away.

The Aftermath...

June 26th, 2009

*Y/N’s POV*

I sat in the living room, watching as Katherine, LaToya and Janet played outside with our younger children. They didn’t understand what was going on, I knew they’d start asking questions very soon. I was determined to be strong enough to explain it to them, but for now I had to fight to keep it together in front of them. I had to be strong.

“Mom, look dad is on the cover.” Our eldest twins, Naila and Carver, sat on either side of me, placing a newspaper in my lap. Kya and Idris followed behind, sitting at my feet. They were surrounding me with love and protection. Whether they knew it or not, they were my strength.

“You guys, you shouldn’t read—”

“It’s actually beautiful.” Naila cut me off softly. “They said a lot about dad. I didn’t even know half of it— I think you should read it too.” She sniffled, leaning her head on my shoulder. I quickly wrapped my arm around her.

“I haven’t read it— haven’t been able to get through it on my own. Can I read it out loud for us?” Carver squeezed my hand, passing his sister tissues.

“Yeah, I want to hear it.” Kya spoke, Idris nodding in agreement.

“Go ahead.” I whispered.

“That’s so cool. Dad really did all of that?” Carver questioned, leaning back into the couch.

“Yes, he did.”

“He always told us stories, but I thought he was joking, like when he said him and Auntie Janet filmed the Scream video in space.” Idris laughed sadly, playing with his shoelaces.

“He always told you guys the truth, however he did enjoy sprinkling in some jokes.” I smiled, looking down at the photo of the front page.

“Wait.” Kya spoke up, staring at us suspiciously. “Who’s the inside source?”

“Honey, that’s just something they say, it was probably dad’s people. Sometimes they have to speak to the media.”

“Oh.” She threw her hands in the air. “I thought I was breaking bread with a snitch.”

“There’s no snitches here. Relax. People are going to be very curious about you. All of you. This little piece of our lives might hold them off for a bit.”

“What do you mean?” Idris asked, judging from the confused looks I was getting, it was easy to assume they all needed clarification.

“Dad, he means so much to his fans. They are going to want to know you guys better. It’ll be overwhelming at times, but they mean well. Think of it this way, their love for dad is so pure, so powerful, there’s enough to go around. The way they care, support and protect him is being extended to you.”

“What about you?” Carver’s voice softened.

“I’m included.”

“Do we have to speak in front of everyone?” Naila questioned, her voice was a bit shaky.

“Yeah, are we all speaking at the— at dad’s— the event.” Kya finished, struggling to say memorial service. I understood.

“You don’t have to speak, I know it’s a lot to process right now, but if you want to, I’ll support that.”

July 7th, 2009

“Y/N?” I felt a hand on my shoulder, I blinked rapidly, trying to understand what was going on. Chris Tucker was standing in front of me, a sad smile on his face. “I’ll walk you up there.”

I took a moment to glance around, so many faces, some I knew some I didn’t. A sea of black wardrobe confirmed my nightmare. My eyes landed on Katherine, my mother-in-law. She stood up, her hand gently taking mine, pulling me into her.

“He’ll always be with you. He’ll always be able to hear you. This is for you— tell the world what he meant to you. He was more— he was special.” I thought to myself was that doesn’t feel right. It’s not right. “Tell them how much you loved my boy. How much he loved you and his babies. Do it for them.” I swallowed hard loved isn’t right. This is all wrong. She looked over at our children, her grandchildren. They each had a different expression on their face, each one unreadable.

This can’t be happening.

I took Chris’ arm, he’s godfather to our youngest and has been a dear friend of ours for many years. The short walk up the steps felt unbearable. The shine from the gold casket off to the side, calling for my attention, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t look.

“Can you stay?” I asked like a scared child.

“Of course.” He nodded, standing beside me.

My hand moving to touch the microphone briefly, the cold plastic sent a shock through my fingers— it’s real. This is real.

“Hello, thank you all for being here this morning.” I paused, turning my head slightly to see a giant screen displaying a picture of my husband. He’s smiling. I love his smile. I took that picture, in 1993. “My Michael— Michael.” I stopped again, taking a deep breath, before starting again. “My husband, Michael, the incredible man that gave me eight beautiful children and a lifetime of memories. My best friend.” My throat started closing up, so I took another deep breath. “Michael and I met when we were six years old. After weeks of shyly smiling and waving at one another. Finally, one of us built up the courage on a random Saturday afternoon, unfortunately, it wasn’t me.” I chuckled softly at the memory. “An incessant tapping came from my bedroom window. When I pushed back the curtains, I came face to face with the boy who lived across the street, he had a big grin on his face and he pointed to the latch. So, I quickly pushed the window open with his help, he titled his head as if to size me up, then asked, ‘You like water balloons?’ to which I crossed my arms and responded ‘You like water guns?’ he laughed, hard and his laugh, his sweet laugh, it was contagious.” I glanced down at our kids, trying like hell to keep it together. “We were inseparable from that point on.” I noticed our youngest Johan, hold his hand up as he kept his eyes locked on the screen behind me. I turned around to see a picture of Michael and I as teenagers. “That was our prom night. It took him ages to find the perfect tie to match my dress. Michael took me to my prom because he insisted I’d only have fun if I was with him. He was right. Many experiences in my life wouldn’t have been as memorable without Michael. He makes everything better.” I could feel him with me. I could feel him urging me to continue. “I knew I was in love with him, my heart knew before I did. We made a conscious decision, we chose one another long before understanding what that truly meant. He is my everything.” I closed my eyes, the pain in my heart brought my mind to an instant halt. My head hung low as I tried to find the strength to continue. A gentle applause filled my ears, leading me to believe I was daydreaming, until I felt a presence by my side, then someone took my hand. Nervously, I opened my eyes, seeing my children standing around me.

“We’re with you.” Carver spoke, hugging me tightly. “Can I speak after you? For dad.”

“Of course.”

“Me too.” Kya spoke.

“I want to tell daddy I love him.” Mavis stated.

“I want to talk to daddy too.” Johan reached up, silently asking for me to pick him up, so I did.

“Go ahead Carv.” He nodded, taking a deep breath while fixing his tie.

“Hello, my name is Carver, I’d like to thank every person in attendance today and those watching at home. The support from all over the world these past few days has meant a great deal to my family and I.” He fixed his tie once more, smiling down at the red band on his arm, just like his dad. “My dad, he’s many things to the world, but to me, he’s my hero. I was five years old when I first saw him perform. He was awesome. It was always unreal seeing him on stage, but I’ll never forget the first time. I think back to that day often and I could feel the emotions I felt as a five year old watching his hero. Although he’s an incredible talent, his dancing, singing, his everything. It’s just so incredible, so indescribable, but somehow, there is one thing he’s even better at. I don’t know how it’s possible to be this gifted in so many areas, but he is. He is an even better father than an entertainer. And I mean that in the best way possible. He’s untouchable in both fields. He’s the best dad. I love you dad and I miss you so much already.” Carver completed his speech, moving to stand next to me as Naila stepped forward.

“Hi, I’m Naila, thank for being here today to honor my father.” She was choking back tears, looking back at me for comfort, then continuing. “I wanted to say a few words about my dad. He was— is— he is so full of life. I just can’t talk about him in past tense. I just can’t. I refuse to. My dad, he’s always there for me, for all of us. My entire life, I’ve never gone a day without him. One of my favorite things about him is how much he taught us, he instilled the belief in us that knowledge is power and we should always be eager to learn. When I was six I started playing the piano, my dad was super excited about it, he used to joke about forming our own band with him and my siblings, although deep down I think he actually wanted it. I used to laugh along with him, telling him that would be embarrassing, but deep down I wanted nothing more than to play music with my dad— to hang out with him all the time. Even if it meant having to wear matching outfits like his Jackson 5 days. I’d do it. I’d do anything for him. Dad, thank you for everything— thank you for teaching me so much, loving me, being mom’s best friend, giving me seven siblings that are really annoying, but that I am very grateful for. I love you so much dad. I can’t wait to create music with you again someday. I love you.” She went to stand beside Chris, holding his hand and leaning into him.

I moved forward, Jo still in my arms, he was excited to speak.

“I’m Johan!” Our youngest yelled into the microphone, causing the crowd to laugh. “My dad is super cool, he makes the best scrambled eggs. He helped me paint my room blue and we built a tree house, so that’s cool too.” He smiled at me, looking more like his daddy by the second. “He taught me how to spin like him, play monopoly and floss.” He loved speaking into the microphone, so I let him keep going. “He tells the best stories. For my birthday this year, he told me I was half-werewolf, but it only happens when there’s a full moon. He showed me how to build the best forts out of pillows and sheets. It was super fun, we’d have slumber parties in the living room with all of us. It’s so fun, you should try it sometime. My dad said that he liked them, but slumber parties with mommy were even better.” I was shocked, the audience began laughing loudly, if only I realized before today that our youngest son was a natural comedian. “I love my daddy. I love him and I miss his hugs.” He turned to me, hugging my head. “Bye. I love you daddy. Mommy, I’m done. Do you think daddy heard me?” The microphone picked up his question. I assured him that he did a great job and daddy definitely heard.

“I’m Kya. I never understood who my dad was to the world, until a few months ago, when we watched him announce his This Is It Tour. He was really nervous, thinking the world forgot and moved on without him. I’m so glad this was one instance where he was completely wrong. Thousands of you showed up to see him, millions of you tuned into the broadcast and it put the biggest smile on his face. Dad had taken us to work with him, the day before—before he left us. That day, it’ll be my favorite day for the rest of my life.” She took a deep breath, turning to glance at us quickly, then staring at the bedazzled glove on her hand. “It was an entire day spent with the people I love most, my family. I’ll never laugh as much as I did that day. I’ll never sing and dance around the way I did that day. I’ll never be the same again because I’ll never understand why this happened. Why he was taken from us. Dad, I love you so much.” She spoke through the tears falling down her face. “I love you so much. You’re the best dad I could’ve asked for. I wish you were here.” She wiped her face. “There are so many memories with you that I’ll cherish forever. Especially, the ones of us dancing around the kitchen, waiting for our homemade cookies to be taken out of the oven. Dad, I promise I’ll try to make you proud. I’ll never forget you and I’ll never stop loving you. I love you.”

“I love you dad.” Idris said into the microphone with his eyes closed. “I promise to be the best I can be, like how you taught me. I’ll give mom extra hugs everyday for you.” His eyes still shut as he took a moment for himself. “I’m Idris by the way, my dad, he’s just the best. I hope that I’m at least half of who he was when I get older. The other half like my mom, because she’s the best too. She’s been really strong for us. I’m thankful that my dad met my mom a really long time ago when they were young. I’m happy that they made me. I’m happy that they’re my parents. Thank you. I love you dad. A lot.” I smiled timidly at his thoughtfulness, even though he called me old, it was a beautiful speech.

“Hi, I’m Khari.” He was staring intently at the banners hanging from the ceiling of the arena, pictures of his dad from different stages of his life. “I love my dad.” He spoke softly, tapping his fingers on the podium. “I don’t want to live in a world without him. I’ve never had to, but I already know it’s not the same. The world is better with him here.” He seemed to be playing a song in his head to help him get through his speech. “I don’t know what else to say. Dad, I love you. Thank you for being my dad.” Khari stepped down, grabbing the microphone to hold for his sister’s.

“I love you daddy.” Mavis smiled softly.

“I love you!” Sade added. “This much daddy.” She opened her arms wide, stretching them out as much as possible.

I hugged my kids tight, telling them how proud I was of each of them. How proud their daddy would be and how much their words meant to him. I knew I had more to say, but I accepted that I’ll never have enough time to say all I need to. I had to say more, even if it wasn’t everything, it was enough. For now, it was enough.

“Michael, I adore you. I always have, I always will. Thank you for coming into my life and making it better than I could have ever imagined. I thank you for giving me eight beautiful, amazing, perfect pieces of you. I wouldn’t be able to get through this without them. My best friend, my heart, my Michael, I love you.”

I stepped down from the podium, guiding my babies back to our seats. When I sat down, I felt relieved. Relieved that I spoke and that part was over, but that feeling didn’t last long. The pain of being without the love of my life and the fear of having to live life without him began to set in again.

“That was beautiful sunshine.” Katherine voice was usually soothing, but today it was broken.

“Mama Kay.” I smiled weakly, tears falling down my face. “Thank you, I love you.”

The rest of the service was a blur. I don’t remember the car ride home, but here we are.

“Mommy, can I sleep in your room tonight?” Johan asked sadly.

“Of course.”

“I want to sleep with you too.” Kya ran into me, wrapping her arms around my torso.

“I’d love that.”

“What if we—” Carver covered his face with his hand, his shoulders moving up and down. He slowly walked over to me, burying his face in my shoulder.

“It’s okay.” I said, holding back tears of my own.

“Can we build forts in the living room? So we can all spend the night together.” He added.

“Like a slumber party?” Mavis questioned.

“Kinda.” Carver replied. We all agreed to get ready for bed and meet again downstairs for bedtime.

Our bedroom was dark. I walked over to the bathroom, removing my jewelry until the only thing left was my engagement and wedding ring.

With small steps, I went to sit on our bed, never looking away from my rings.

*flashback*

“I’ve carried this ring around with me since I was eighteen.” He whispered. “It was the first big purchase I made, because for years I dreamt about it. I dreamt about you, about us.”

“In this moment, it doesn’t matter how long it took me not to be afraid. How long it took me to tell you I loved you. How long it took me to ask you to be my girl. I’ll kick myself for the rest of my life because of it, but I’ve learned so much from my stupidity as well— I don’t want to waste time. I refuse to waste another second.”

“Michael—”

“You need to know I never doubted my love for you. I was never unsure when it came to you. In fact, you’re the only thing I’ve ever been sure of. I only doubted myself— I was only unsure of myself because I never thought I’d be enough for you. I never thought I deserved you, I still don’t. If I wasn’t enough for you, nothing and no one else mattered— no one compares. I rather be alone. But, I’ve learned that it’s not about any of that. It’s about choosing one another, choosing to be enough and choosing to grow together.”

“You are enough, you’re more than enough.” I choked out.

“Because I’ve finally chosen to be enough.” He answered simply— confidently. “After years and years of pulling you in just to push you away, I’m choosing from now until my last moment on this earth— I choose you. My heart, my soul, my mind choose you. I’ve always been yours. This ring is just a formality at this point.” He quietly laughed. “Y/N, I love you, I love you so much. Will you marry me?”

Slowly, I knelt down in front of him, trying to compose myself enough to get any words out. Our eyes glassy, the sound of our breathing being taken over by sniffling as we reached out for each other with trembling hands.

“I adore you.” I cupped his face, leaning in to kiss him. The tears were falling down my face uncontrollably, causing the words to get stuck in my throat. “I love you. Michael, you’re everything. My everything. I love you so much. I’m yours. I always have been.”

“Is that a yes?” He spoke loudly, holding my face, his eyes frantically studying my expression.

“Y-yes!” My voice failing me as I answered him. Michael pulled me into him tightly, leaving kisses all over my face with intense speed.

"I was not expecting a proposal."

"I'm glad I could surprise you." He smiled, wiping my tears away with his thumb. "I should probably put this on you now. What do you think?" I nodded eagerly, holding out my shaky hand.

He brought my hand to his lips, leaving a kiss before sliding the ring on my finger. No words felt sufficient in describing how I was feeling. I felt his arms tighten around my waist lifting me off the floor, quickly I wrapped my legs around him, we took in the moment- this moment.

The thumping of his heartbeat, the scent of his aftershave, the smoothness of his skin, the curve of his lips. My focus moved from his lips to his eyes. He's looking back at me, adoringly, with that gaze that's reserved for only me. I'll never understand what I did to deserve him, but I know I'll never take him for granted.

*end of flashback*

I held my left hand to my chest, over my heart, it took me longer than expected to control my breathing again. I propped myself up on my elbow, looking at the other side of our bed, the empty side, his side.

I squeezed my eyes shut, imagining he was here with me.

“I love you.” My throat ached, but I pushed through the best I could. “My heart will always be yours. I promise to take care of the kids. I promise to raise them the right way and teach them all the values we planned to teach them together. I promise I’ll do my best everyday no matter how painful each day will be without you. I promise to never take these rings off. I promise—” I leaned my head on his pillow. “I promise I’ll always love you. I promise to keep going like you’d want me to until the day we reunite. I love you. I love you. I love you.”

Then, for the first time since he left,

I heard Michael’s voice…

“Lovely, in all the ways I’ve pictured my life, you are always in it. You and I are inevitable. We are predestined. It’s in the stars. Everything in me chooses you. You are it. You’re the dream of all dreams. You’re my dream come true. I love you. I love you infinitely.”

How Michael & Y/N’s children’s names came to be.

[onyxsboxes]

After a bit of delay, here are the songs titles from the LCAPT Clegan playlist

1. Learn to Fly by Foo Fighters 2. Clearest Blue by CHVRCHES 3. I'm Not In Love by 10cc 4. Death and All His Friends by Coldplay 5. Til Kingdom Come by Coldplay 6. The Queen Of All Everything by Ott 7. Love song from a dog by Shovels & Rope ft. gregory alan isakov 8. If we were vampires by Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit 9. Passenger seat by Death Cab for Cutie

10. In our bedroom after the war by Stars 11. Early mornin’ rain by Peter, Paul and Mary 12. I was made for loving you by Yungblud cover 13. Visions of Gideon by Sufjan Stevens 14. Fourth of July by Sufjan Stevens 15. Lover, You Should've Come Over by Jeff Buckley 16. The Roads by Jonah Kagen 17. Next to You by John Vincent III 18. Seen My Man (Wisconsin Demo) by Trixie Mattel 19. Beneath Oak Trees by Dylan Gossett

20. Heaven is a Bedroom by TV Girl 21. Wicked Games by The Weeknd 22. Itchy Teeth by Marika Hackman 23. Breakup by Ashton Irwin 24. Work Song by Hozier 25. I’m Low on Gas and you Need a Jacket by Pierce The Veil 26. Betting On Us by Myles Smith 27. I'm the Sinner by Jared Benjamin 28. Running to You by Jamie Drake & Jamie Jackson 29. Look After You by Aron Wright

30. Smokestacks by Layla 31. Run To You by CJ Starnes 32. Gale song by The Lumineers 33. White Ferrari by Frank Ocean 34. Can You Hear the Rain Love by Richard Hawley 35. Say Yes To Heaven by Lana Del Rey 36. Talk Show Host by Radiohead 37. Untold by RY X 38. Lovers Rock by TV Girl 39. Waiting Room by Phoebe Bridgers

40. I Will by The Beatles 41. Glimpse of Us by Joji 42. Somethin' Stupid by Frank Sinatra & Nancy Sinatra 43. When the party is over by Billie Eilish 44. I love you by Billie Eilish 45. Blue jeans by Lana Del Rey 46. The secret marriage by Sting 47. Wicked game by Ursine Vulpine 48. Love Me Like You Used To by Lord Huron 49. Need you Now by Lady A

50. Strange Birds by Birdy 51. Old Money by Lana Del Rey 52. The Night We Met by Lord Huron 53. Piano Man by Billy Joel 54. Alley Rose by Conan Fray 55. Good Luck, babe by Chappel Roan 56. Be Nice To Me by The Front Bottoms 57. Saturn by Sleeping At Last 58. So Long, London by Taylor Swift 59. From Eden by Hozier

60. I Should Live in Salt by The National 61. Demons by The National 62. Graceless by The National 63. Your Mind Is Not Your Friend by The National, Phoebe Bridgers 64. Don’t Swallow the Cap by The National 65. Dreaming by The National 66. This Isn’t Helping by The National, Phoebe Bridgers 67. Issues by Julia Michaels 68. Gorecki by Lamb 69. Ends Of The Earth by Lord Huron

70. Dark Red by Steve Lacy 71. Fireproof by Coleman Hell 72. Heavydirtysoul by Twenty One Pilots 73. All I Want Is You by Barry Louis Polisar 74. I Found by Amber Run 75. Beautiful by Josh Zandman 76. Budapest by George Ezra 77. Be Together by Major Lazer 78. On The Nature Of Daylight by Max Richter 79. Guiding Light by Mumford & Sons

80. My Blood by Twenty One Pilots 81. My Madonna by Dexter Freebish 82. Chemicals Between Us by Bush 83. Protect Me From What I Want by Placebo 84. I Feel Loved by Depeche Mode 85. Gimme Some Lovin’ by The Spencer Davis Group 86. Little Light Of Love by Eric Serra 87. Fire and Flood by Vance Joy 88. Pride (In The Name Of Love) by Clivillés & Cole 89. Holdin’ Out by The Lumineers

90. If I Go, I’m Goin by Gregory Alan Isakov 91. Letting The Cables Sleep by Bush 92. This Feeling by Chainsmokers 93. Me And You by Barry Louis Polisar 94. Silver sable by Cigarettes after sex 95. How I Learned to Love the Bomb by Glass Animals 96. Hellofazoo by Until the Ribbon Breaks 97. Mr. Forgettable by David Kushner 98. John My Beloved by Sufjan Stevens 99. Alan by Perfume genius

100. One line by PJ harvey 101. Putting The Dog To Sleep by the antlers 102. In My Arms by Alex g 103. Certainty by Big thief 104. Angel In The Snow by Elliott smith 105. Nothing Matters by The Last Dinner Party 106. The Loneliest by Måneskin 107. Till forever falls apart by Ashe, Finneas 108. Whish that you were here by Florence + The Machine 109. I Forget Where We Were by Ben Howard

110. Bite by Troye Sivan 111. Lowlife by Poppy 112. Real Love Song by Nothing But Thieves 113. Like You Do by Joji 114. Be My baby by The Ronettes 115. Burn by Tom Walker 116. Lucky by Bif Naked 117. Fair by The Amazing Devil 118. Bitch by Meredith Brooks 119. I wish you were a girl by 12 RODS

120. All i think about now by Pixies 121. I know by Fiona Apple 122. Sweet tooth by Cavetown 123. Flawless by The Neighborhood 124. Can’t Help Falling In Love by Elvis Presley 125. Simply the best by Billianne 126. I remember everything by Zach Bryan, Kacey Musgraves 127. Coal by Dylan Gossett 128. i am not who i was by Chance Peña 129. I Bet On Losing Dogs by Mitski

130. Two slow dancers by Mitski 131. Lucky to get him by Aly and AJ 132. Crack baby by Mitski 133. I don't smoke by Mitski 134. Smoke gets in your eyes by Helen Forest 135. Love by Daughter 136. Can’t Help Falling in Love - DARK by Tommee Profitt, brooke 137. Chills - Dark Version by Mickey Valen, Joey Myron 137,5. Skyline by Sibewest 138. Beautiful Crime by Tamer 139. Act natural by Margaret Glaspy

140. Betray my heart by D'Angelo 141. I will be your friend by Sade 142. Can’t Take My Eyes Off You by Frankie Valli 143. I Didn’t Know by Sofia Carson 144. You by A Great Big World 145. This Woman’s Work by Kate Bush 146. Can't you see - acoustic by Matthew and the Atlas 147. Cowboy by Jack Van Cleaf 148. Feels like Home by Caamp 149. Carry You Home by Alex Warren

150. Belong Together by Mark Ambor 151. The First Day of My Life by Bright Eyes 152. Kaleidoscope by A Great Big World 153. Monsters of the North by The National Parks 154. The great war by Taylor Swift 155. Free by Florence + The Machine 156. I know the end by Phoebe Bridgers 157. Another Man’s Jeans by Ashe 158. I’ve Told You Now by Sam Smith 159. Love Me by Elvis Presley

160. Moment’s Silence (Common Tongue) by Hozier 161. Ocean Eyes by Billie Eilish 162. Take me home, country roads by John Denver 163. Army Dreamers by Kate Bush 164. I'm No Angel by Dido 165. We’ll Meet Again by Johnny Cash 166. Cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other by Orville Peck 167. If We Were Vampires by Noah Kahan, Wesley Schultz 168. You Belong To Me by Jo Stafford 169. Goodnight Irene by Frank Sinatra

170. All I Want by Kodaline 171. Me and my Husband by Mitski 172. The Predatory Wasp of the Palisades is out to get us by Sufjan Stevens 173. As the World cave in by Sarah Cothran 174. Dead of Night by Orville Peck 175. invisible string by Taylor Swift 176. The Ghost of You by My chemical Romance 177. We'll Meet Again by Vera Lynn 178. Love in the Time Of Socialism by Yellow house 179. Northern Downpour by Panic! At The Disco

180. Better in the Morning by Birdtalker 181. doomsday by Lizzy McAlpine 182. Guilty by Al Bowlly 183. Heat Lightning by Mitski 184. everything i wanted by Billie Eilish 185. Blood Moon by Josiah and the Bonnevilles 186. Night Terror by Laura Marling 187. Vengeance Is Sleeping by Neko Case 188. Finally Stop Dreaming by Dylan Gossett 189. The Yawning Grave by Lord Huron

190. Learning To Fly by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers 191. Hounds of Love by The Futureheads 192. Now I'm in it by HAIM 193. Stand Back by Stevie Nicks 194. Moonlight of Your Room by Joe Pug 195. Blue by Mai Yamane 196. Call Your Girlfriend by Robyn 197. Unchained Melody by The Righteous Brothers 198. Summer Of '69 by Bryan Adams 199. Fix you by Coldplay

200. Sun Bleached Flies by Ethel Cain 201. I walk the Line by Halsey 202. The Greatest by Billie Eilish 203. I'll be seeing you by Billie Holiday 204. We will not be Lovers by The Waterboys 205. Triptych by Samia 206. In a Jar by Dinosaur Jr. 207. Dionne by The Japanese House, Justin Vernon 208. Nothing Like by Mannequin pussy 209. True Love Waits by Radiohead

210. Weird Fish/Arpeggi by Radiohead 211. I’m a Fool to Want You by Billie Holiday 212. A Life of Arctic Sounds by Modest Mouse 213. Soldier Boy by The Shirelles 214. Casual by Chappel Roan 215. Ruined by Adrianne Lenker 216. Without You by Tobias Jesso Jr. 217. That's Where I Am by Maggie Rogers 218. Die Young by Sylvab Esso 219. Violet hill by Coldplay

220. You made me love you by Patsy Cline 221. Smoke gets in your eyes by Eartha Kitt 222. Piece of my heart by Erma Franklin 223. Love and anger by Kate Bush 224. Guilty by Johnny Desmond 225. I Can’t Begin to Tell You by Bing Crosby 226. People Will Say We’re in Love by Frank Sinatra 227. You’ll Never Know by Dick Haymes 228. You’d Be So Nice To Come Home To by Dinah Shore 229. Speeding Cars by Walking On Cars

230. Girl Crush by Harry Style 231. Fine Line by Harry Style 232. Bittersuite by Billie Eilish 233. Et même après je t'aimerai by Hoshi 234. Tourner dans le vide by Indila 235. What was I made For? by Billie Eilish 236. Maybe by James Arthur 237. Happy Together by Gerard Way, Ray Toro 238. Dandelions by Ruth B. 239. When the Darkness Comes by Shelby Merry

240. Silver tongues by Louis Tomlinson 241. Telepathic by Starset 242. Always by Isak Danielson 243. Like real people Do by Hozier 244. Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls 245. Can you hold me by NF, Britt Nicole 246. Moondust by Jaymes Young 247. Maps - triple j Like A version by Camp Cope 248. We made it by Louis Tomlinson 249. Adore you by Harry Style

250. Love song by Lana Del Rey 251. Satellite by Harry Style 252. Late night Talking by Harry Style 253. Home by Edith Whiskers 254. Guilty as Sin? by Taylor Swift 255. The Light by CHPTRS 256. Started With You by CHPTRS 257. City Lights (Symphonic Version) by HAEVN 258. This Is Why I Need You by Jesse Ruben 259. Never Stop (Wedding Version) by Safetysuit

260. Sacrifice by Elton John 261. Who we are by Hozier 262. Politik by Coldplay 263. All I need by Radiohead 264. Can't pretend by Tom Odell 265. Would Anyone Care by Citizen Soldier 266. Hold My Hand by Lady Gaga 267. Warriors by Willyecho 268. Brother by Kodaline 269. Protector by City wolf

270. Texas reznikoff by Mitski 271. Pin by Grimes 272. I'm your man by Mitski 273. Haunting by Halsey 274. Twin flame by Weyes blood 275. Why Can’t The Dark Leave Me Alone? by Toni Fisher 276. No Other Love by Jo Stafford 277. Your Best American Girl by Mitski 278. Careless Whispers by George Michael 279. Sailor Song by Gigi Perez

280. Sidelines by Phoebe Bridges 281. not a lot, just forever by Adrianne Lenker 282. forwards beckon rebound by Adrianne Lenker 283. Norman fucking Rockwell by Lana Del Rey 284. Long Long Time by Linda Ronstadt 285. Break by alex_g_offline 286. Some Velvet morning by Nancy Sinatra, Lee Hazlewood 287. Overtime by Rainbow Kitten Surprise, Kacey Musgraves 288. The John Wayne by Little Green Cars 289. Pale blue Eyes by The Velvet Underground

290. You'll Never Know (78rpm version) by Frank Sinatra, Bobby Tucker Singers 291. Come on Mess me up by Cub sport 292. While I can by Keaton henson 293. Flying :)) by Tom Odell 294. Cornflower blue by Flower Face 295. Remember by Seinabo Sey, Jacob Banks 296. Once more to see you by Mitski 297. Back to the old house by The Smiths 298. Symphonia IX by Current Joys 299. So real by Jeff Buckley

300. Half return by Adrianne Lenker 301. Fade into you by Mazzy Star 302. All We Ever Do is Talk by Del Water Gap 303. Dirty Little Secret by Artemas 304. Too Sweet by Hozier 305. Anyways I Love You by Wild Rivers 306. like you’re god by Mehro 307. Size too small by Sufjan Stevens 308. Cheers Darlin' by Damien Rice 309. Lotus Flower by Radiohead

310. Twilight Time by The Platters 311. Because of You by Tony Bennett 312. if i needed someone by The Beatles 313. Standing next to You by Jungkook 314. Falling away with You by Muse 315. Exist for Love by AURORA 316. Sata vuotto by BEHM 317. Blood Sport by Sleep Token 318. Oblivion by SYML 319. Timezone by Måneskin

320. Own my mind by Måneskin 321. Pushing Up Daisies (Love Alive) by Brothers Osborne 322. Unbroken by Tim McGraw 323. I Was Born To Love You by Queen 324. You’re My Best Friend by Queen 325. Think I’m In Love With You by Chris Stapleton, Dua Lipa 326. Something To Talk About by Bonnie Raitt 327. Parachute by Chris Stapleton 328. Love The Lonely Out Of You by Brothers Osborne 329. Here Tonight (The Acoustic Sessions) by Brett Young, Charles Kelley

330. Stay A Little Longer by Brothers Osborne 331. The End by Halsey 332. Birds of a feather by Billie Eilish 333. Found Heaven by Conan Gray 334. Down bad by Taylor Swift 335. I do by Renee Rapp 336. The good I'll do by Zach Bryan 337. Half Light by BANNERS 338. Resistance by Muse 339. Far from home (the raven) by Sam Tinnesz

340. Francis forever by Mitski 341. I love you by RIOPY 342. This must be the place (naive melody) 2005 by Talking Heads 343. Maps by Yeah yeah yeahs 344. Cinnamon Girl by Lana del rey 345. I'm on Fire by Bruce Springsteen 346. Fire on Fire by Sam Smith 347. I'm Making Believe by The Inkspots and Ella Fitzgerald 348. Watch Over You by Alter Bridge 349. Summer song by Remy bond

350. Off to the races by Lana Del Rey 351. Almost (sweet music) by Hozier 352. giveuwhatuwant by The Driver Era 352,5. Birds of a feather by Billie Eilish 353. Big Mike’s by Dijon 354. Simulation Swarm by Big Thief 355. I Wanna Be Yours by Arctic Monkeys 356. Little Bit More by Mk.gee 357. Be Well by Ama Lou 358. Unknown/Nth by Hozier 359. Asleep by Smiths

360. Lucky by Atta Boy 361. Big Jet Plane by Angus & Julia Stone 362. Parallel Universe by Clara Benin 363. Dói Tanto by Gabriel Froede 364. Eyes Off You by Prettymuch 365. Secret Love Song, Pt. II by Little Mix 366. Finality by Woods of Ypres 367. Pra Ser Sincero by Enganheiros do Hawaii 368. Wherever You Go by The Calling 369. Janeiro by Esteban Tavares 370. I will follow you into the dark by Death Cab for Cutie

371. Tiny vessels by Death Cab for Cutie 372. King and Lionheart by Of Monsters and Men 373. Bloom (Eros) by Sleeping At Last 374. No One’s Gonna Love You by Band of Horses

25/10/24 edit: 17 songs added (357 -> 374)

[dilf-din]

Daisy, Give Me an Answer (Joel Miller x female reader)

WC: 2400

Warnings: none, fluff city baby!!

Summary: reader is a cook in the Jackson meal hall, she and Joel bond over their love for southern cooking. She isn’t named, but has a nickname that is used two or three times.

A/N: this is my first time writing for Joel, so please let me know what you think :-)

Living in Jackson was an apocalyptic version of a dream come true. Everyone there had suffered through their own personal hells over the past two decades. Loss and struggle common threads between all of the residents. After a few years, you finally felt your shoulders relax. The danger kept out by the fence and the brave folks who patrolled each day. You started to believe that this is where you would spend the rest of your time on earth, free from the tendrils of cordyceps and the brutality of FEDRA.

You checked the clock that ticked steadily on your mantle to see your shift at the meal hall was nearing. Some of the men on patrol had bagged a few sizable deer the night before, so you would all be eating well for the next few days. Some of the meat was already curing to be turned into jerky, but the bulk of it was going to be used for roasting into stews. You laced your boots up and slipped on your lighter jacket. It had been a mild fall so far. The cold not yet settling in. You plucked your faded apron off the hook by the door and draped it over your arm as you made your walk down the dirt paths to the meal hall. The mountains rose behind you, afternoon sunlight streaming down and dancing on the orange and gold leaves decorating the hills. The school had just let out for the day and a group of children were chasing each other up the street beside you, one of them carrying a beat up soccer ball. You smiled fondly at them. They had known no other life like you and the older residents. They found joy easily in the open air and a simple toy left behind from one of Jackson’s original residents.

You let yourself into the mess hall and joined the other cooks who had shifts tonight. First, hanging your jacket in the small, makeshift break room off of the main prep area, then, pulling your apron on. It was a faded power blue covered in small embroidered daisies. It had belonged to your grandmother, one of the only remaining pieces of your old life. Your grandmother had taught you everything you knew about cooking. The two of you stood side by side countless mornings rolling out biscuits to spread with her homemade jams, strawberry and blackberry always in plentiful supply.

You had taken her recipes and opened a small eatery in your hometown in Tennessee. That’s where you were working when the world fell apart. You survived for years on expired canned goods and tasteless FEDRA rations, so to be somewhere with fresh ingredients and a functioning kitchen again was more than you ever dreamed. Tonight’s menu was stewed venison with some potatoes and carrots out of one of the greenhouses, cornbread, and slow cooked cinnamon apples.

“Daisy’s here!” a cheerful voice rang out as you dried your hands on your apron and joined who had become your closest friends in the large room. Your nickname had come from your apron, but you didn’t mind it. It made you feel close to your grandmother who you missed with an indescribable ache. She passed the year before the world went to hell. It hurt at the time, but now you were thankful that she never had to fight like you had.

Jenna and May were sisters in their 30’s, just children when the outbreak happened. One was washing apples, one was slicing and placing them in a large metal bowl. You were thankful they had each other. A lot of people had no one left.

Ellen was older, hair white where there used to be blonde. She was humming an old hymn while she carefully peeled the vegetables, saving the scraps for the compost pile.

Michael was a heavier set man in his 50’s. He had a full beard streaked with gray, a kind smile, and round cheeks. His strong arms were busy butchering one of the deer’s hindquarters. He smiled warmly, “Hello, Daisy,” a deep southern voice crooned.

“Hi Mikey,” you smiled finding yourself in charge of the cornbread. Fresh milled cornmeal, farm fresh eggs, some honey from one of the hives in Jackson, it was a crowd favorite. The sweetness of it made those of you with southern roots particularly fond of the way it reminded you of the world before.

Aside from the kitchen staff and Maria, you didn’t have many friends there. You knew everyone by name though. You had served them all hot meals hundreds of times. Most people came through the line caught up in their own conversations, not paying much mind to the person behind the counter.

You thought of one face in particular who loved your cornbread. Joel Miller had rolled in last fall with his daughter in tow. The local women all whispered about how handsome he was, the chatter reaching his ears almost immediately upon his arrival. You could tell it made him feel awkward, so you decided you wanted to be a friendly face in the crowd for him. He was always polite in line, saying “yes ma’am, no ma’am, thank you, no thank you.” You had bonded over your southern roots. Though Texas was a bit of a stretch from Tennessee, you both held similar temperaments and upbringings. Not that you had sat and talked to him for hours. You mostly held light conversations together while you waited for the line to keep moving. A few times after everyone had been served, he waved you over to join his family while you scanned the room holding your own tray.

He had a tough exterior, but your southern touch when it came to the kitchen brought out what you only assumed to be the old Joel, the one who hadn’t fought tooth and nail to survive. You thought fondly of him while you mixed the batter together and filled several pans to bake in the industrial oven the kitchen was blessed with.

The dinner crowd filtered in slowly tonight. The September sun sank low in the sky painting everything with navy and purple shadows. You scanned the room for Joel, beginning to get nervous when you realized he wasn’t back from patrol yet. The cornbread was running low, so you took the biggest remaining piece and tucked it out of view saving it for him.

A few minutes later, the doors swung open, and in strolled the Miller brothers. They both looked exhausted, mud caking their boots and well up the front of their jeans. They found their place in line, only a few people ahead of them. “Daisy,” Tommy smiled tipping his hat. “Looks good,” Joel’s low voice rumbled. “Oh!” you exclaimed reaching for the piece of cornbread you had set aside for him, “I saved this for you,” you explained sliding it onto his tray.

The look on his face was hard to describe. “I, well thank you,” he stammered. You swore you saw a faint blush creep into his cheeks. Tommy knocking him in the ribs with his elbow. “I just, I knew it was your favorite so when you were late I wanted to make sure you got a piece,” you said suddenly feeling awkward.

“That was mighty kind of you,” he smiled, something you didn’t see often. “It was nothing,” you smiled back as he moved forward with his tray.

May elbowed you once he was out of earshot, “Well that was cute,” she whispered, “I didn’t know you had a crush on Joel.”

“May, I’m a little old for crushes,” you joked. But maybe she was right. There was a reason so many of Jackson’s resident women fawned over him. He was handsome, polite, always willing to lend a hand. You watched his figure move across the room and take his place next to Ellie. She instantly lit up, mouth running a mile a minute about something. You smiled watching them and he looked up to catch your eye. You looked away quickly and excused yourself to finally get your portion, but when you found yourself looking for a spot to eat, he waved you over, a warm smile on his face. You suddenly felt nervous, your breath was quickening. Oh god this is so silly, you thought. It’s just a piece of cornbread, it didn’t mean anything.

You collected your thoughts and walked over to their table and sat across from him. Tommy and Maria were on the other end catching up about their days paying no mind to the three of you. “What brought you in so late, Cowboy?” you questioned setting your napkin in your lap. “One of the horses got stuck in a mud pit,” he sighed rubbing his face with his broad hands, “Took us a while to get her free.” Your eyes went wide, “You were able to get a horse out of a mud pit with just the two of you?”

If you didn’t know any better, you would say he looked smug for a second, “I did about 80% of the heavy lifting, Tommy kept getting stuck too,” he said loud enough for his brother to hear. “Bullshit,” he called over the table with a grin on his face, “You don’t have to try to make me look bad to impress a lady,” he teased. Joel’s cheeks for sure went red this time. “I’m impressed with you both, that’s some serious strength,” you said trying to ease the tension.

“Joel’s super strong,” Ellie commented stealing an apple off of his plate. “I’ve seen him lift all kinds of heavy stuff,” she continued with her mouth full.

“We were contractors,” Joel explained, “Spent all day lifting lumber and whatnot.” He and Tommy recollected together for a few minutes about their past work before Tommy and Maria excused themselves.

“Ellie, you go on ahead home and I’ll meet you there,” Joel said gathering the empty trays on the table to walk them to the table they amassed on at the end of the night waiting for the cleaning crew to come in. She skipped out the door after giving him a knowing look. “Do ya mind if I walk ya home?” he asked, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

“Not at all,” you smiled, “Let me just go grab my coat,” you excused yourself to the back room where you had left it earlier. Joel stood in the doorway to the meal hall, one boot propping it open while he waited for you. That nervous feeling settled in your chest again and you tried to dismiss it. Surely he was just being polite, returning the favor. There’s no way this meant more than that, right?

Joel gave you a small smile as he opened the door fully for you to pass through, “After you,” he nodded. It felt trite considering the state of the world, but you couldn’t help but smile that he took the time to attend to such little things still.

“I bet you’re looking forward to that shower tonight,” you commented, further taking in the state of his mud caked clothes.

His brow furrowed and this time you were certain that his cheeks had flushed crimson. “I guess I don’t smell too hot, huh,” he said sheepishly, the toe of his boot connecting with a small rock and kicking is along the dusty path.

“Oh! That’s not what I meant! I mean, you’ve probably definitely smelled better,” you stammered. You could see him sinking farther into himself drawing a small laugh from your lips. You touched a hand to his arm causing him to tense up, both of your feet stopping. “I am so thankful that you and our other brave townsfolk handle patrol so that people like me can stay behind and stew apples and bake cornbread. It doesn’t feel like an equal exchange at all, but I don’t think horses like me, so my hands are tied,” you rattled on. Joel cracked another small smile, his feet falling back into line with yours.

“What do you mean horses don’t like you?” he bemused.

“They never have, the pony I rode for my sixth birthday being the first of many.”

His chuckle came easily. “Well I’ll put in a good word for you if you’d ever like to swing by, maybe bring some of those apples.”

“You think they’ll listen?”

“Oh sure, Callus loves pretty ladies,” he drawled, that slightly cocky smile playing across his lips.

“Oh, do you bring pretty women to meet him often?”

His cheeks were beet red this time, “Oh, no I just, I—” he stammered.

“I’m just messing with you, Cowboy,” you chuckled.

“What about you? Do you save pieces of cornbread for everyone?” he shot back with a raised eyebrow.

“Can’t say I do,” you shrugged. “This is me,” you said stopping and gesturing over your shoulder at the small house.

“Well, thank ya for thinking of an old man like me. It means a lot to feel looked after,” he smiled warmly.

“I uh, I’d love you make you a proper country dinner one night. You can let me know your favorites, and I’ll see what I can do,” you somehow got out, unsure of where the sudden boldness had manifested from.

“I’d like that a whole lot,” he smiled. He drew your hand to his mouth and planted a kiss. His hands were calloused and hardened, but his lips were heavenly soft. “I’m gonna get that shower now.” He hesitated for a moment, “Would you like to come over for a cup of tea in say, half an hour?” he said shyly. “These mild nights won’t last, we can sit on the porch. Ellie might even play us a few songs.”

“I wouldn’t miss it,” you smiled and he retreated down the street. People were filing into their homes for the evening. Once on the other side of your own door, you leaned against it and let out a sigh. It had been a long time since you had done things for pleasure, your brain still defaulting to survival mode most days. You never thought you would feel butterflies uncurling their wings in the pit of your stomach again. Stretching their tired legs from years of dormancy. But there was that flutter, and you had a feeling it wasn’t going to end any time soon.

[444m777]

Earlier today I started reading “You Are Not Alone” by Jermaine Jackson and there’s a prologue… I just knew this was gonna have me crying like a baby! 🥺

In the prologue Jermaine talks about the time Michael fell and injured his back and the family went to see him at the hospital during the 2005 trail (this was hours before the judge ordered him to come to court or else his bail would be revoked and so he had to leave wearing nothing but his pajama pants and a white top and black jacket).

It is GUT WRENCHING! Reading how he broke down (while in physical and mental pain) saying “Look at me! … Look at me! I’m the most misunderstood person in the world!” revealing his skin condition and his brother writing that this was the first time he’s seen the true extent of his brother’s vitiligo. He said he looked like a white man with coffee splashed over him. Michael used the power of makeup products to blend and hide his condition so to many people he just appeared to have bleached his skin even though Black people who do bleach don’t look the way Michael looked but I digress.

He talked about how Michael was very particular about how he wanted to appear during the court dates and had his outfits planned but on that day he couldn’t dress up and was dealing with the back injury from the fall at the hospital. I remember watching the news on TV (when my parents weren’t home) and how they made it seem like he was some fucking maniac and didn’t care about his court dates and honoring them. It was so humiliating what the press did to him. It was fashion police on a day that wasn’t anywhere appropriate about fashion and they made it look like he purposely was just lounging around in his pajamas laughing at how he’s going to “get away with this”.

Ugh…

There’s much more in the prologue that paints a better picture but I just wanted to share how the lies and public lynching got to him. Jermaine said his brother maintained a cold and detached demeanor but he knew on the inside Michael was falling apart with all that pressure and described in more detail his brother’s breakdown.

And how appropriate… his father (like many Black fathers) did not know how to comfort his son and instead tried to steer the conversation to getting him to perform a concert in China. I’m so happy that both Katherine and Jermaine shut it down and said how inappropriate it was to even bring that up in a moment like this. I know what it’s like to grow up around Black men who had no emotionally intelligent people around them to gauge situations and learn to hold space for others who are experiencing a breakdown. It’s always “let’s just forget about it and move on” (and that’s putting it nicely). Sweeping real and intense emotional situations under the rug further suppressing and ADDING trauma down the line. I understand him when he said he was scared of his father. Not just concerning the physical abuse but the PURPOSEFUL emotional neglect. He forgave his father in the end and quite publicly too (like in his Oxford speech) but the damage has looonggg been done.

Man, that was just the prologue and I went through a whole tissue pack reading it😔

I’ll be sharing more of my thoughts on this book and of course through our MJ Book Club The Historians discord server join the bookworm gang 📚

[atvace]

Lady Dior and the Seven Dilfs

Chapter 1: Drug Projectile

Masterlist

Another Part Of Me - Michael Jackson

"KILL YOURSELF, MORON", a driver shouts at you after you jolted your foot down on the gas pedal, acting like you've got 9 fucking lives. Breaking all traffic laws known to Los Angeles. you drift through three different red lights. The sound of hundreds of cars honking at you is music to your ears.

"CAN'T YOU SEE ! You're just another part of me HEE HEE"; you sang with the song on the radio as you drift-parked in front of Waffle House. You see a familiar face in a yellow jacket and dirty blue jeans, leaning on the trunk of his silver pony car. You open your driver's car door and slam it loud enough for him to get startled and look over your way.

He drops his cigarette and furrows his eyebrow. Looking at you walk towards him like a total model. A tight, short skirt. 8-inch black boot heels that are sharp enough to kill. A dusty white tank top, and a long white trench coat that you let dangle down your shoulders, making it look like a cape.

Your left hand is occupied by a mini Lady Dior white Cannage Lambskin bag, worth the tuition fees of three private university students. You radiate fashion with your pink-white heart-shaped sunglasses at the brick of your nose to your neatly styled fresh out-of-salon hair. "Heyyy Ricky. got the goodies I need?" You walk towards his trunk, watching him open the back. "yeah yeah princess, I got you.

The trunk reveals a few bags of nameless drugs, which come in a variety of different colors. Blue, white, and even pink.

Beside it, a pack of a c4 explosives. Your eyes scan the amount of wires attached around the sides of the explosive. "you know this cost twice that thing." He scoffs and nudges your purse. "fucking excuse you, this bad baby cost more than your fuckin net worth, TWICE." You hug your bag at your chest. he rolled his eyes and placed his hand on his hips then sighed.

"Cash App or Zelle?" he looks at you with one raised eyebrow. Lowkey looking like the rock meme. "just Cash." You smile softly at him, showing a brown bag supposedly full of cash.

Sirens echo from behind. "Step away from the car." a police officer demands, a few metres from where you and Rick are parked. There were two of them, they might've been watching for a good while. You gaze towards the officer facing them as Rick sighs in frustration and looked down at his trunk.

"Ola señor, como esta?" you confidently laugh while raising your hands to your side. "Ma'am, please step away from the car." the officer said again. "h-heyy what's wrong officers? It's a good night ain't it, it's best we chill, no?" you lent out your hand and raised your eyebrow, clearly not trying to rizz up the police. "Just do it now, ma'am. nobody needs to get hurt if you just-" The police's shout got cut off as Rick holds your neck back and plants the muzzle of his gun at your head.

The two police draw their guns in reflex but to their confusion, you're laughing. "oh gyat dayum-" you hug your purse to your chest. "Take it easy buddy," the police aimed his gun towards Rick. "you don't wanna do that." The other police continued.

"oh fuck yeah, I wanna do this. I'll kill this bitch and then kill the both of you bastards" Rick shouted in defense. "oh no he don't, officer, he just playin." You wheezed and waved your hand jokingly. "oh hell no i ain't playing." Rick's grip got tighter and the the muzzle shifted to the side of your eyes.

"yes he is-"

"No, I'm not"

"YES he is"

"IM NOT PLAYIN" Rick shouts back, looking at you with horrified eyes. "drop the gun, Now" the officer demanded. "aw come on officer, just go back to your car and leave. He's just playin' dawg." you smiled and pointed at the police car. "I can't do that ma'am, alright? you're in danger" the officer gripped his gun tighter as you scoff.

"I'm gonna blow this bitch's head all over and paint the floor with her blood!" Rick threatened, you gave him a funny look. "not on my purse..right?" you tilt your head to look at him. He sharply stares at the officer, not answering you. His silence makes your smile drop. "..not on my purse..right?"

"just turn the fuck around and go get back inside your car, asshole. buy some fucking donuts." Rick clucked his gun and aimed it back to your head, loosened his grip. You sighed and rubbed the knuckles of your hand. "alright officer, you see, we're good pals. Lemme go on and talk to him alright? We homie, officer" you raised your hand to the police, gesturing for them to calm down. You swiftly faced Rick, and punch his lower jaw hard enough that a tooth bolts out of his mouth. His body limped to the ground, not making a sound.

You raise your hand to the side of your head now facing and standing alone in front of the officers who are now drawing the gun at you. "alright? cool?" you reassured the policemen. "He's down, now guns down, no hostage situation alright? now can you get inside your car-" "I'm sorry, ma'am you'll have to put your hands behind your head and get on the floor." the officer stated again.

Your mouth falls agape ,slightly offended. "I ain't takin no orders from your ugly ass, unless you're Leon Kennedy then I might consider!" you shout as you point at them. "just put your hands in the fucking air!" the other officer yelled. "sir, everything is cool, I.. I uh" you paused and looked at both of them in the eyes.

You gestured your eyes telling them to move. But they both seemed confused. They didn't get the hint of your eyes. Then suddenly, Rick looked up from the ground, shooting two of the officer in the legs. They both groaned in pain and dropped their guns.

You jumped over Rick's limping body towards your car, which received another groan from him. you slid through the front cabin and towards the shotgun, quickly grabbing the revolver that you stored in the dashboard. You ran and bent in front of the police, aiming your gun at Rick who took cover behind his car. "I fuckin TOLD you to just get in the car." you bent to his level, he grunts in annoyance and pain.

Rick managed to get inside his car and got out of the lot and towards the main road. you shot the back wheels making his car wobble uncontrollably. With three bullets left, you shot the trunk open and ran to get a closer position, jumping from one car to another (suprisingly swiflty with your 8 inch heels) you shot one bullet and heard him shouting.

"MATE, I'VE GOT A FUCKING C4. STOP SHOOTING" Rick opens the driver's door and jumped out of the car as you shot your last bullet directly at the c4 from afar,creating a huge explosion hitting the red lights followed by honkings from civilians on the scene.

"Fuck yeah!" you swayed your hair, dropping your gun down to your coat pocket, running towards Rick's staggered body to stomp on him with your 8-inch boot heels, you knock him out cold.

"oh Rick, you're so babygirl," you say kneeling down on him "if only you weren't on the FBI's most wanted list." Cuffing his wrist behind him and heaving him like a duffle bag. Lifting a heavy weight like this is no problem for you, it's simply child's play. you're a strong woman with an inhuman power but still execute things in a stylish way.

You walked out of the scene with fire, chaos, and people chattering in the background, "Chief, this is (Y/N). Your Amazon wishlist is wrapped and ready to mail." you said into your earpiece.

[FBI public Department ]

"He was wanted! why should I get demoted?!" you aggressively pointed down on your Major Colonel's desk. "I saw odds, I risked it. that ain't public destruction. That's an obstute mission execution." You pursed your fingers like a mad Italian when they see someone bifurcate spaghetti to fit inside the pot.

"(Y/N), your actions for the last mission were supposed to be stealthy. You caused a whole fucking commotion; I had to convince the LAPD it was- oh for fuck's sake I've had enough for you." He rubbed his temples in annoyance, facing the American flag with exactly 50 stars.

"nobody can fucking do the job, I did it fucking well and you know that, chief." You gripped your fist and held it to your chest.

"That motherfucker Maddie can't even stay undercover for 5 minutes, bitch got held hostage and I saved her ass. Kate Laswell got surrounded by some fucking Russians in her mission trying to catch Makarov, I saved her ass. For fucks sake I even got the fucking intel for Hadir's location."

You shift yourself towards the side of the chief. "YOU got blackmailed by those Serbians because you forgot to turn on your VPN whilst trying to access a public WiFi to beat your meat-"

"Fucking enough, (y/n)." you flinched as Chief Artofay raised his voice at you, facing you and walked towards you. "you get the fuck out of my office or I'll fucking axe you out of this fucking department for greater fucking good. You choose." He glared at you with dark eyes. "I notified General Sheperd about your demotion," He continue "There's a spot for you, finally I can take a fucking break from all your bullshit!" he hissed. you rolled your eyes as he looked outside his window, "not that old fat fuck" you muttered beneath your breath.

"What was that?" he turns to you, glaring again. "Nothing, Chief." You bit your tongue. There was a slight silence between the two of you. You didn't like it. The thought of being replaced was never imaginable for you. It's surprisingly making you sad.

"Then what the fuck are you doing here, get the fuck out of my office!" He slammed a folder full of papers to his desk and shouted at you to get out of his sight. "YOU DIDN'T FUCKING DISMISS ME" You snatched the folder and raged out of his office, slamming the door behind.

"FUCK YOU, (Y/N)" his last regards could be heard from outside his office. You scoffed and look down at the folder. A policeman seemed concerned of the fuss, he looked at you funny. "the fuck you looking at, pendejo?!" you taunt them away.

[ Task Force 141 - in some foresty desert-looking environment. ]

You clutched your Kate Spade Jacquard duffle bag and your pink Michael Kors Lady Travel suitcase. Grunting in annoyance while also walking towards the gate of the base with your pink Steve Madden espionage 8-inch heels you bought to watch Barbie with your friends. You have your white top, pink blazer, and pink short linen skirt all from different expensive brands you mindlessly bought. Taking another sip from your Starbucks coffee before tossing it into the trash, you cross your arms to your chest and knocked at the security glass window.

"Hellooooo?" you tapped furiously with your long acrylic nails. "is anyone here? I'm sent by the old fat fuck- I mean General Sheperd." You grew impatient. "HELLO? ay, Por Dios-" You rummage through your Birkin bag to get your phone.

"Security is at switch. No one's there." a deep voice from your back startled you to death.

"JESUS FUCKING-" you fisted your grip and let go again. A 6'2 guy with an odd skull face leaned against the door frame, looking slightly down at you. He has his arms crossed to his chest, he stood and sighed. "That's not a nice way to talk about your superiors, (Y/N) (L/N)." He said coldly. You scoffed. "Who cares." You turn around to the security window again. "You're supposed to follow me" the guy stated again, looking at you in confusion.

"And who are you exactly supposed to be?" you suspiciously pointed at him. He stops in his tracks and tilts his head looking at you. "it's classified." He coldly said.

"..you're the black skully?" you tilted your head, playing the guessing game. "No." His voice grew with a hint of irritation.

"the dark noggin?" you place your finger to your chin. "No i-"

"OH, black Thanatos!" You sway your hand proudly. "you know what stop-" he turns to you, now seriously pissed

"Grim Reaper!" you point at him, flashing a little of the shiny acrylic nails.

"I'm Ghost-" "You are?! This place is haunted-" he furrowed his eyebrow and walks towards you trying to assert dominance. "NO bloody fucking hell. My callsign, Ghost." He places his hand on his hip and sighs in annoyance.

"WOW, You are?!" you tilt your head a little in sarcasm, pretending to be amazed. "Actually, yeah it..shows." your face dropped uninterested and swift. He groaned and turned around again. "you can stay here for the rest of the night or fucking follow me, that's your call." he states. You shrug. You follow him anyways while dragging your stuff.

[cafeteria.]

"Boys, introducing our new recruit. (Y/N)(L/N)." The so-called captain places himself on a stool and sips his coffee. There was a slight pause with silence between the five of them. One of the guys broke the silence by coughing which caught your attention. "Is this some kind of new transfer student being forced to introduce themself in front of the class scenario?" you cooed. "if you want it to look like that, yeah." The guy with a mohawk leaned himself to the counter and snickered to another dude.

"Okay, what's your name then uh?" you crossed your arm and tilt your head, gazing at him. His smile dropped when he saw your gesture, you took over the atmosphere. "..Soap Mactavish. They call me Soap on station." you puffed your cheeks, and laughed like a hawk "the fuck who signed their name Soap? And who are you? shampoo?" you point at the dude beside Soap." oh I'm Gaz," Soap snickers with muffled laughter.

you nodded, trying to mentally take notes of everyone's name. "uhhuh uhuh..." You knew Ghost'slready. But he was nowhere to be found in the cafeteria "..and you're the captain here?" you turned to the guy beside you. He places down his mug and clears his throat.

"yes, Captain Price-"

"rice?" you squinted your eyes

"no, Pri-"

"Spice?" he bit his bottom lip when you said that.

"no, its captain Price-"

"Lice?" you tilted your head.

"PRICE, (Y/N) get your head out of your ass for once so you can HEAR." Ghost suddenly came out of nowhere snapping his last straw. You raised both of your hands in defense. "Price, are you sure she's supposed to be here-" You snapped your head towards Ghost who doubted you.

"Fuck you mean by that," you walk towards him as the sound of your heels echo. "Trust me you want this bad bitch on your side, Ghostie."

You glared back at Ghost.

"correct- (y/n) Is a well-trained soldier that worked right below Chief Artofay. She's also the intel behind Hadir's location." Captain Price voices your past successes. "no shit, tell this Casper boy more about me capt. So he won't mess with this bad bitch, uh." You crossed your arms to your chest in pride, facing Ghost who has his eyebrow raised. Soap and Gaz wheezed at the 'Casper'.

"She saved Kate Laswell from Makarov's circumjancet." Price smiled as you nodded toward Ghost proudly. "Fuck yeah tell em more, capt." you glared sharper to his eyes, feeling your ego well fed.

"also almost got fired due to her reckless aggression in Rick's illegal explosive and drug sales." Price smirked behind you. "uhuh yeah tell him tha- wait what" Your eyes widen and turned around to face Price. "No no, capt don't tell em that part-" You pointed your acrylic nails towards him slightly embarrassed. This made Ghost chuckle.

"Okay, that's enough talking. so.. (y/n) you're in a task force. What callsign do you want?" Captain Price took out a paper out of a folder reading through it. You were about to voice your nickname but was cut off.

"Barbie" Gaz snickered. "Oh this Barbie ain't just Barbie, it's Barbenheimer." you chuckle in sarcasm. "shortie." Ghost exclaims while looking down at your heels. "the fuck did you just call me, Casper?" You tilt your head disturbingly to him. "The heels..take 'em off. You're probably 5'4 without them." You could feel him smirking behind his balaclava. This caused a burst of friendly laughter amongst the cafeteria which sulked you down in annoyance.

"That's a surprisingly good question though. You haven't wrote your callsign for the task force. You'll need one." Price shows you your paper. The 'callsign' column was empty.

You think about it for a second, looking at your Pandora rings, then you held your Swarovski necklace. A brief moment afterward, you looked up at Price and smiled.

"My callsign is... Dior." You gave a smug smile and put your obsession of expensive brands to the field. "Great. Let's get your adjustments then." 

A/N: I'm still trying to settling in with tumblr, I'm really new at this thing so forgive me for my mistakes </3

[gracebethartacc]

FINALLY.... UPDATED JJHH REDESIGNS..!!!!!!!

Ermmmm design notes/hcs bc I don’t remember ever going into detail the first time soooo:

-more pleasing/more coherent color palette/color coding (orange for Jackson blue for Holt) bc god the og colors are way too all over the place

-sun/moon, yin/yang, half n half etc motif (the necklace, pants, sweater, earrings etc etc)

-holt isn’t straight up blue because.... brother look at his og design.... -_-

-slightly darker skin tone than canon just bc I think darker skinned Jackson designs are cool, tho I’m not 100% certain on his ethnicity just yet? Still up in the air like I said it was mostly just bc it looks cool to me lol

-more punk/emo type clothes for holt (patches on his jacket, nail polish, platform boots etc (tho technically I like the idea Jackson was the one who bought the platforms just bc I think he really likes emo fashion but doesn’t want to outright wear it))

-also keeping the clothes the same/consistent bc i find the logic of them magically having entire different wardrobes when they switch kinda strange lol ?

-hybrid features (you can’t see it here but Jackson also has fangs not just holt, and the “dyed” part of his bangs i like to imagine is actually side effect of being part fire elemental and his hair might slightly flare up if he’s mad methinks) (holt is the same too like his hair fading from Jacksons brown to the orange instead of being just full on fire, also his skintone being a bit human leaning and not like multicolor) I’ve not designed Heath but if I did then holts human aspects would be a lot more apparent to have a full fire elemental for comparison

-holts patches on the jacket are all just lots of dad rock bands I grew up listening to that I think he’d like (if you’re curious considering a few of them are just logos/not got the name, in order: Queen, the cramps, the white stripes, David Bowie, Michael Jackson, twisted sister, nirvana, journey (I saw them at concert actually!!), Pink Floyd, and cheap trick!^^)

-if it’s not also obvious from holts jacket but: duality boys got the transmasc/bi swag, alsoooo some autism/adhd too (tho not sure which one it would be specifically ?)

-hc that instead of music it’s overstimulation/stress that causes the switch, for holt tho I’d say it’s the reverse so like it would be understimulation? (This idea isn’t very new tho I’ve seen a lot of ppl do it but it just makes a bit more sense to me tbh, also plays into the duality aspect more) I’d say things go more by DID rules (tho canon does that too kinda? But also not really??), so fronting isn’t strictly stress related and can be controlled/at will, and I hc they have a kind of head space type thing but I’ve yet to get it down on paper just yet

-OH I FORGOT TO MENTION:

Based the cardigan on the one komos has in the movie bc it’s one of my favorite outfits that they used :D

Um I think there might have been more stuff I wanted to say but can’t think of anything else, sorry if this was rambly/I said stuff I’ve already talked abt it’s just bc I’ve not done MH stuff for a hot second so wanted to do a little hc recap, plus had fun going over the character design stuff !! ^^

ALSO: holts patches in full quality bc they where fun to edit/draw for a few of em:

[hbogirls]

i wanted to make a post that’s like “who’s the cute boy with the white jacket and the thick accent” with a picture of rory glee during season 3 sectionals when they do a michael jackson medley in those white coats and inexplicably beat the troubletones, but there is not one single closeup of him in that episode because he’s not an impact player. post canceled i guess.

[spongebobafettywap]

My stance on Rogue originally intended to be black and based on Grace Jones is coincidentally the same as when I first heard Nightcrawler was supposed to be based on Michael Jackson

I was very surprised and somewhat intrigued but then I thought about it and realized that the excuses we got as to why there wasn't more efforts put in representing that intended inspiration sounded cheap AF and whatever was done in canon didn't corroborate with those intentions at all

Rogue had the artist not know what the actress looked like so... Let's just give up on the idea ! Claremont couldn't describe Grace Jones or get for one of her albums or one of her movie posters ! Nothing can be done for this black character now so let's make her white instead of anything else for representation !

The issue with Michael Jackson for Nightcrawler is the same as Grace Jones for Rogue since Michael Jackson started his musical career in the 60s, switched to a solo one in the 70s and was a big global star since the end of that decade onward so Nightcrawler would have been more than aware of his existence... But not once does he make a single reference to that big star. He makes references to Errol Flynn most of his time, an actor who had been dead for decades by the time he came to America, as well as other pop culture icons, yet MJ gets nothing when he would have already started making his famous music videos or short films. Not even Nightcrawler's fake appearance on his image inducer which he gets to choose and change at will is based on MJ, it's based on Errol Flynn. None of his mannerism are tied to Michael either, he was based on Dave Cockrum. His original concept was a demon that Dave thought off while in a submarine and when Len Wein took the character, he made him German-born. When we finally got a glimpse in the 90s at what Nightcrawler looks like when he was depowered, he was an average white dude with blue eyes... What part of him is supposed to be based on MJ

Youre right and I don't see how Nightcrawler could be based on MJ, when Nightcrawler was made it was actually back in the 60s but Cockrum never published him. The oldest sketch we have of him is from the 1973 Pitch for Legion of Superheroes.

Michael Jackson started his career at age 5 but didn't get famous until he was 10 going on 11 in 1969 with I Want you Back by the Jackson 5. How could Dave Cockrum look at kid Michael Jackson who didn't even have his 80s style by that point and come up with Nightcrawler? And even in 1975, Michael was still with the Jacksons and still rocking the big afro and wasn't really known for wearing red. So again this only works if anachronisms in real life are a thing.

Michael Jackson didn't get the Jheri Curls until like 1980 a whole 5 years after Nightcrawler's debut. He didn't get the Thriller Jacket which resembles Nightcrawler's suit until 1983.

The resemblance between them is coincidental, after 1980s you could probably some instances are based on MJ and I hope there are some examples.

And I'll be honest I would love it if the modern comics tried to add MJ influence such as his hologram device when he wants to look human. Though the quality of the comics now makes me doubt that happening.

I also feel like whoever keeps claiming X-Men characters were based on Black Musicians be it Claremont or otherwise just seem to be unintentionally showing everyone just how bad X-Men actually is in terms of representation if there's like 3 characters who are meant to be black but two have been depicted as white and one is ambiguous but Marvel loves depicting as white then wtf.

Of course Dazzler is the only one we actually have art of as a Black Woman and the only one who doesn't sound inconsistent with time with Michael Jackson or raises too many questions like how would Claremont not be able to describe Grace Jones or find a picture of her? Still though they are admitting to whitewashing a black character with that..

I'd like it to be the case that these 3 are actually depicted as black characters or a racially ambiguous brown but I don't think Marvel is gonna do that.

[klapollo]

By the time Jordan testified at Southerland’s trial, he was 19 years old. He had built a new life as a Michael Jackson tribute artist in New York City. He owned a Michael wig, which he kept neatly styled; military-type jackets in red and black with gilded trim and epaulets; a white glove. At the trial, Southerland was representing himself pro se, which meant that during his cross-examination, Jordan had to answer questions posed by the same man who had intimidated him and lied to him as a child and who would later be convicted of murdering his mother. Under oath and appearing composed, Jordan relived the morning his mother didn’t wake him for school. Southerland referred to himself as “the defendant” or “Mr. Southerland,” but Jordan refused to play along, addressing his questioner as “you.” It was agonizing to watch, recalls Kristen Brewer, then a young assistant prosecutor who observed the trial. Jordan had bounced around in the five years since his mother’s murder, and Brewer was struck by the earnest truthfulness with which he took the stand. She says she remembers thinking, “If this young man can even manage stability, we’ll have asked a lot of him.”

(content warning for domestic violence, murder, anti-Blackness, substance abuse, ableism)

[gbveryspecialguests]

As you all return to your homes there was a gift on each of yours desk with a note. "Merry gift exchange!" - the early elves.

Robby- (red and purple box with a leopard bow inside there was a new digital tablet to draw on)

Boone- (A green and yellow box inside there is a book about different facts about animals)

Britney- (it wrapped up in pink and purple but it easy to tell it a new bat but when you open it the bat has your name designed on it.)

Carly- (there is a box it has a teal color wrapping and inside there is a new beautiful dress))

Lizzy - (there is a box with Orange wrapping inside there was a jacket but there was a design on it and it was the paranorm-eye logo with words under it saying founder)

Matt- (it a box with green inside there is another jacket with the paranorm-eye logo but under of it it says co-leader)

Luke- (it a long blue box with a big red bow inside there is a skateboard under of it there is a cool design the design showed you with cool sunglasses jumping over the monsters you have faced)

Molly- (it a small box with a pink bow inside the is a necklace)

Michael- (it a box with green and purple inside there is a football)

Billy- (it a long yet skinny box and dark purple wrapping inside there is a telescope)

Sheena- ( it a basket and it full with hair care products and treats and and cute plush.)

Abby-( it a black box with stars on it inside is a cute cat plushie)

Julie-( it a box with little cats on it with Christmas hat inside the box was new camera lens and some in different colors.)

Jillian-( it a grey box with a blue bow inside is her favorite book series and all of the books in order.)

Jackson-( A box with pink and purple inside is a new prank set)

Sabrina-( it a white box with a red bow inside there is concert tickets to her favorite band)

⭐Side note: // I tried my best to match the gifts to them I hope I did it right// ⭐

Robby: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Boone: Awesome! I wanted this volume forever! I thought it's sold out already!

Britney: (sniffs it and smiles evilly) Hickory.... Perfect weapon ingredient!

Molly: It's pretty! And what a nice gem!

Billy: Yo Sheena! I got a telescope!

Sheena: And I got hair products! Oh, and these look like the ones that famous celebrity use for her hair! Thank you whoever you are!

Michael: (tries to grip it tight) It's claw proof? (bites it) Bite proof? PERFECT GIFT FOR ME!

Jackson: (That one evil laugh by Plankton from Spongebob)

Jillian: Ooooh boy. You opened the gates there, elves. Wherever you are.

Julie: Amazing! It even has Warm Sepia?!

Abby: Awww!

Sabrina: (calling CB) Can you believe it?! They're very expensive to grab! So how's that dress?

Carly Beth: It looks like it fits and I don't know why but this is what I always dreamt about!

Matt: (Calling Lizzy) And that's it! They got me the jacket! Looks hand-made judging by the stitches and embroidery! How about you and Luke?

Luke: COOLEST SKATEBOARD EVER!

Lizzy: Luke enjoyed his board and I love the jacket! It compliments my dress! But... I'm confused.

Who brought us all of these gifts?

And why?

[beardedmrbean]

The man accused of slaying a Detroit synagogue leader whose body was found in October outside her home will face trial, a judge ordered Tuesday.

There's enough evidence to bind Michael Jackson-Bolanos, 28, over to circuit court on murder, home invasion and lying to police charges, Judge Kenneth King of Detroit's 36th District Court found. King also added a first-degree premeditated murder charge.

Jackson-Bolanos is accused of fatally stabbing Samantha Woll, a killing that drew attention in part because it came amid the Israel-Hamas war and some speculated it may be linked. That theory, however, has been repeatedly knocked down by authorities, even before Jackson-Bolanos’ arrest.

Wayne County Prosecutor Kym Worthy has said there is not a "shred of evidence" that Woll was killed as a result of antisemitism or any hate crime. She has also said the two did not know each other.

Woll, 40, was president of the Isaac Agree Downtown Synagogue. She was found dead outside her home east of downtown hours after returning from a wedding. Investigators believe she was attacked inside the residence.

"She was the victim of a brutal attack," King said Tuesday. "This place was covered with blood all over. This kind of thing should not happen anywhere, let alone in the city of Detroit."

SAMANTHA WOLL MURDER: DETROIT POLICE NOT NAMING ARRESTED SUSPECT IS HIGHLY UNUSUAL, EXPERT SAYS

Police initially arrested another person, but that person was released in November. Jackson-Bolanos, of Detroit, was charged in December.

Police Chief James White has said Jackson-Bolanos came to the attention of investigators trying to solve larcenies in the area.

Testimony Tuesday focused on video surveillance collected by police investigators from downtown and near-east side security cameras before and after the slaying.

The prosecutor's office said Jackson-Bolanos' cellphone placed him near Woll's home. They said a small amount of blood was found on a jacket that belonged to him and was seen on surveillance video.

MICHIGAN JEWISH SYNAGOGUE PRESIDENT SAMANTHA WOLL FOUND DEAD OUTSIDE DETROIT HOME

But Jackspon-Bolanos' defense attorney, Brian Brown, said prosecutors still failed to prove his client killed Woll.

"They threw a theory out there, an assumption of what happened," he told King.

King even questioned the small amount of blood found on the jacket.

"This place is literally covered in blood," the judge said.

Jackson-Bolanos is scheduled to be arraigned Jan. 30 in Wayne County Circuit Court. He was ordered Tuesday to remain in jail.

Besides her work for the synagogue, Woll had worked for Democratic U.S. Rep. Elissa Slotkin and on the political campaign of state Attorney General Dana Nessel.

[wisegalaxysweets]

Class of 2008: Chapter 2

Here is the second chapter of the Larry fic I am working on. It is on my AO3, but I am also posting the chapters here for those that prefer it.

pairing: Bad Boy!Harry Styles x Football Captain!Louis Tomlinson

rating: E (smut, grinding, oral (m receiving), handjob, discussion of cloesting, general sexual exploits, cheating?)

word count: 3k

a/n: This fic is set at the start of the school year in 2007 where Louis Tomlinson is captain of the football team and the new freshman wearing leather, lots of rings, and sporting curly hair begins occupying his mind.

It wasn’t until a soft moan slipped from his lips that he realized the compromising position that he found himself in. The impossibly plush mouth of the boy he thought detested him was latched to his neck leaving a different kind of bruise than he had initially thought he would receive when he first laid eyes on the curly headed delinquent.

All of the previously imposed judgements that Louis was predisposed to make towards Harry are fading into the dark room that surrounds them both now, the small boy being pushed up against whatever was hanging in the gym storage room they found themselves locked in at this very moment.

His mind doesn’t have space to think about anything other than the hard on he is quickly developing in his shorts and the biker between his legs. He had seen that leather jacket and thought it was such a cliche, but then again he was a bit of one himself. Captain of the football team, dating the cheer captain, probably going to marry her and have two and a half kids living behind some perfect white-washed picket fence.

All the ideals that were expected of him that he never questioned came tumbling down when he saw that leather jacket. He could barely remember his girlfriend’s name when those aviators were lowered and he was met with the piercing eyes of the most entrancing boy he had ever seen.

Those eyes had led him here. Trapped in the gym storage room after practice with his world being rocked and his head spinning with the reality of what was happening.

[you rock my world - michael jackson]

Harry pulled his mouth from its place on Louis’ neck as he placed one more opened mouth kiss on the flushed skin he had been working over. There was no reason he should be this bold. He never did things like this, but the short football captain pinned beneath him had been tempting him for weeks.

Seeing him running on the football field during practice today was the last straw. He knew he needed to get his hands on the gorgeous tanned skin of the blue-eyed golden boy of the school. He shouldn’t have even been by the football field to see Louis running or be stopped in his tracks when he caught sight of Louis’ pert ass in his shorts, round and perfect, begging to be grabbed.

Harry was sneaking out of detention and he really shouldn’t have stuck around campus for fear of being caught, but there was something mesmerizing about the way Louis flipped his sweat dampened fringe out of his eyes and peered over to meet Harry’s and find him already staring from his secret spot behind the bleachers.

At present, their chests are heaving from the intensity of the moment before. Harry raised his eyes to meet Louis’ as he took a handful of the older boy’s ass, causing a slight gasp to escape his bitten, cherry red lips.

“C-can you k-kiss me again?” Louis stuttered out between ragged breaths before he could realize what he was asking the other boy. Harry chuckled at his frazzled state and flushed skin, caressing his cheek as a wicked smile graced his lips before he lowered them back down to ghost over Louis’.

“How eager for someone so deep in the closet. Literally and figuratively.” His breath brushed gently and impossibly close to Louis’ lips before moving lower to nibble his way down the shorter boy’s sharp jaw finding his home in the curve leading to his neck.

The comment brought Louis slightly back down to earth from where Harry had him floating in the clouds, but his mouth was far too perfect for him to remain there before he ascended again. His shorts tented as he was sure to be sporting an embarrassing erection from only kissing and touching the taller boy.

It wasn’t a lie that he was in the closet, but it wasn’t the whole truth either. He had never thought about it before if he were being honest. Most of his time was occupied by living his life to meet his parents expectations and the goals they had for him.

There was never a boy like Harry before to change his reality. Make him question whether or not he really liked his cheerleader girlfriend, Jennifer, or if he just thought he did because that is what he was supposed to do.

Sure it might have been strange that he’d never had sex with his girlfriend of three years, but she never questioned it so why should he? Louis gently pushed on Harry’s shoulders to make him detach from where he was forming yet another bruise on the sweaty, salty expanse of the football player’s tawny skin.

“Sure, I may be in the closet, but you are the one who goes around acting like I’m the devil incarnate just to turn around and jump my bones after football practice.” His eyes could barely meet the taller boy’s as he made his weak comment. His knees still slightly wobbly and only now realizing he was being held up by the pressure of Harry’s hips against his own.

Harry’s eyebrows drew together in confusion.

“What? I’ve never acted like that. What are you talking about?”

“Well considering this is the first time you have ever spoken to me and it was after you had your tongue down my throat, I wouldn’t say we were very friendly before today.” A sheepish smile came over the curly headed boy’s lips at the remark on their makeout session. Louis gawked slightly, finding it very out of character. Shy was not an emotion often portrayed on the hard features of the leather jacket, metal ring clad boy that was still pressed against his dizzyingly hard cock.

“I don’t always make the best impression on people I guess. You’re just so impossibly frustrating.” He muttered slowly with a roll of his hips causing a breath to get stuck in Louis’ throat. “I thought it would be better if I didn't try to befriend you. Looks like I failed at that as well.”

His palm slid up the smaller boy’s bare thigh, fingers ghosting under the low hanging hem of his basketball shorts, causing goosebumps to form like a trail marking where they had touched. He hooked his hand around the back of his thigh. Keeping direct eye contact, he lifted the football player’s thick leg to wrap around his own waist with another simultaneous roll of his hips causing a high pitched moan to slip from Louis, his head rolling back as pleasure jolted through him.

“I’m the frustrating one?” Louis panted, needing more friction as he felt a familiar pull in his lower belly. “Your dumb curls are frustrating.” A chuckle sounded from Harry as he threw his head back.

“I was referring to a sexual kind of frustration, but I’m glad you find my curls dumb.” It was only then that Louis realized just how hard the other boy was, the impossibly tight jeans he had on not giving much away to his state of arousal thus far.

It shouldn’t come as a surprise given the hot and heavy pace that Harry had immediately inflicted the moment he slipped into the storage closet behind Louis, the rest of the team long gone leaving him to put everything from practice away. But it was Harry that had gotten them locked in when he knocked the door stop out of the way, not knowing that it would lock upon closing.

It was as the door slammed shut that Louis startled, finding the boy hastily approaching him with the words, “I’m going to kiss you now.” mumbled like an afterthought. So it shouldn’t surprise him when Harry tells him that his behavior throughout this school year was not spurred from hatred, but from resisting his urge to pounce on the blue-eyed boy. That thought alone makes Louis even harder if at all possible and he feels he may pass out from the lack of blood flow to his brain.

He can’t be thinking straight because he quickly changes their present position, shoving Harry against the wall, his hands moving from their previous place on the taller boys shoulders to lace themselves in the long dumb curls at the nape of his neck.

He isn’t sure if this confidence is because he is extremely turned on and in need of release or because he has just learned that the mesmerizing bad boy that felt like forbidden fruit had wanted him since the first day of school.

Harry’s surprised face quickly turns into a smirk as he realizes exactly what Louis is doing and submits without question. Their lips are slotted back together immediately with a feverish pace that fuels both of the flames within them.

“Need you...more...all of you.” Harry breathed between messy kisses, his breath almost shuddering with the last word.

Louis pulled back looking him in the eyes, confused at first then realization hitting him. He had never slept with anyone and here he was in the most absurd place being propositioned by the hottest boy he has ever seen. It almost escapes his mind that Harry is three years younger than him despite being so much taller.

“I don’t..I’ve never..” Louis stutters out with a frantic look on his face. He had just admitted he was a virgin even as a senior in high school. He never felt embarrassed by that fact until this very moment. Harry seemed so experienced and like he knew exactly what he was doing when he had approached.

“Neither have I,” The younger boy huffs out, breath still heaving from their last kiss. Louis thinks he must have misheard the boy, but sees that he didn’t when a shy blush wipes across his face.

There it is again, shyness on the confident biker that he had never seen before. It was endearing really. “..wait, you’ve never...with Jennifer?” Louis is the one with a sheepish grin on his face now at the question.

“Uh, no. I mean we’ve done plenty before, but I’ve just never felt the need.” He peered down at the stiffy he was sporting. “Not with her at least.”

“Why are you with her then? Are you really in denial?” Harry’s eyes showed sympathy rather than judgment for the older boy. He hadn’t thought there could be another reason for Louis’ relationship with the cheerleading captain than to be a coverup, but now he thought there may be some other justification.

“Can we not talk about that right now?” Louis takes the younger boy’s hand and places it over his own arousal, earning a mischievous smile from the boy who takes it upon himself to rub the heel of his hand down, a hiss escaping the older boy’s lips at the targeted pressure. His hips roll involuntarily into the other’s hand in search of more movement, chasing his release.

Harry took the noise as encouragement as he continued his ministrations over Louis’ shorts which were becoming increasingly tighter. He moved his mouth over the football captain’s neck, leaving wet open mouthed kisses up and down. The movement and feeling had Louis reeling and pulled even more beautiful noises from him.

Louis’ head rolled back as he let out a groan, his hands taking purchase on the younger boy's shoulders in an attempt to keep himself standing upright despite his knees getting weaker with each movement of the hand on his clothed erection. Harry stepped forward, coaxing Louis to shuffle backwards. It only took a few steps before the back of his legs hit a large stack of gym mats causing him to fall into a sitting position. With a slight flop, his fringe fell into his line of sight and he looked up to see the taller boy peering down at him with a devilish smile and lust blown eyes.

He went to grab at the back of Harry’s thighs, but before he could, he found himself looking straight into his eyes as the boy dropped to his knees in front of Louis. “..shit..” he mumbled out as he realized what was about to happen.

He was about to get his dick sucked by the curled headed bad boy.

“Can I..?” Harry motioned to Louis’ shorts as if to ask permission to remove them. Louis should have been embarrassed at how quickly he nodded in agreement, but he was too far gone now to look back or continue questioning. He could deal with the implications of all of this later.

Harry’s long ring-clad fingers hooked themselves into the elastic band of Louis’ shorts as he pulled them down just far enough to free the aching member between his legs. The cool air hitting his hot skin elicited a hiss from his lips as Harry wasted no time in taking the older boy’s cock by the base as he began to kiss and lick at the tip.

There was no world where Louis thought this is how his day would end up. For someone who said they didn’t have experience, Harry was a master as he began working his way up and down the football captain’s cock. He pulled out all the stops he could think of licking up the vein on the bottom, hollowing out his cheeks, making lewd noises that had Louis reeling. He found his fingers tangling themselves through the head of curls as he felt the band in his stomach pull tighter and tighter the more the younger boy moved.

Harry’s free hand made gentle strokes over Louis’ tan thigh, somewhat soothing and sweet, a stark contrast to the positively pornagraphic way he was sucking dick right now. “Oh fuck…” Louis began to mutter, feeling closer and closer to the edge, his hand gripping tighter in the boy’s hair. His breathing becoming more labored, “god I’m so close, don’t fucking stop” Harry didn’t speed up or slow down, simply continuing exactly at the pace he had set, preparing himself to swallow all of Louis’ release.

“Shit! Oh my god, that’s it, jesus fuck Harry.” His hips bucked up into the boy’s mouth as he came, shooting his release down the other boy’s throat. Harry sputtered slightly at the sudden movement.

Slowly he removed his mouth with a lewd ‘pop’ sound, tucking Louis back into his shorts. He relaxed back onto his heels, panting, his face looking completely fucked out and satisfied.

“Jesus, you’re seriously telling me you’re a virgin?” Louis asked as he tried to regain his composure. Harry just grinned up at him as he leaned forward to lock their lips together. This kiss was much softer and gentler than the ones before.

“Said I was a virgin, never said I hadn’t sucked dick before.” He muttered as he pulled back only inches away from Louis’ face. The older boy chuckled, but quickly remembered that the kind thing to do in this sort of situation would be to reciprocate the action. He moved to pull Harry up to sit next to him on the gym mats. Hands resting on his waist, lips returning to give sweet and gentle kisses to the others. His hand slid down Harry’s side, caressing his hip and moving towards the zipper of his painted on jeans. Harry pulled away to look him in the eyes.

“You don’t have to-”

“I want to. Want you.” He kissed him harder this time, showing he was on a mission. While he wasn’t quite sure he was ready to get on his knees, if there was one thing he knew how to do, it was rub one out. Sliding down the zipper of Harry’s jeans, he moved his hand over the younger boy’s hard-on, pulling a whine from his lips. Louis swallowed it in a deep kiss as his hand dipped beneath his boxer shorts, finally making contact with the boy’s rock hard cock.

He began slow languid movements up and down the boy’s member, hand loose, gentle caressing in a way that could almost be interpreted as teasing. He licked into Harry’s mouth as the younger boy began sporting a bead of sweat on his brow and uneven breaths. Louis picked up the pace of his strokes and tightened his fist, working up the hill towards the younger boy’s climax. He pulled away from Louis’ mouth, a pathetic whine slipping from his lips. He rested his head on the older boy’s shoulder, nuzzling further into his neck as he started seeing stars.

“More..” he muttered as he gripped tighter onto Louis’ shoulders, the older boy applying more pressure by tightening his fist further. Harry’s brow knit in what could only be described as desperation. Desperate to cum and release all of his pent up feelings from weeks of pining after the football captain. His jaw went slack as he came over Louis’ fist, a low groan rumbling from his lips that Louis chased with a kiss equally as desperate as Harry was a second ago.

Pulling his lips away, Louis’ fist stilled as he gently released the younger boy’s now slowly softening member. He raised his hand to his mouth and licked off the other boy’s release, staring deep into his green eyes. Harry balked at the sight. “..jesus..” he muttered as he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. Louis’ lips wrapped around his fingers as he finished off the last bit of cum, a ‘pop’ noise being made similar to the one Harry had made when he had finished blowing him earlier.

“Couldn’t let it go to waste now could I?” He chuckled as Harry still looked at him with awe. A grin spread across the curly haired boy’s face as he pressed a chaste kiss to Louis’ mouth.

“You are full of surprises today.” He said as he tucked himself back into his jeans and zipped them up. They straightened out their clothes and hair to an acceptable state before they remembered that they were indeed locked inside of the supply closet.

“Any idea how to get us out of here?” Harry asked as he looked around the room for some sign of another exit. Louis pointed up to a small window on the back wall.

“That window doesn’t have a lock on it, we can try climbing out that way.” He laughed at Harry’s face of amusement as he began moving the gym mats they were just on over towards the window. Harry boosted Louis up out of the window before pulling himself up and out.

He landed on the ground with a grunt, dusting himself off as he got up to tower over Louis once more.

“Shit! What time is it?” Louis checked his blank wrist as if to find a watch, hands patting his person looking for his phone, which he now realized was back in the locker room in his bag. Harry pulled his phone from his back pocket, flipping it open to see the time.

“Around 6 o’clock, why?” He replaced the phone in his pocket.

“Fuck! I was supposed to meet Jen and the guys for pizza a little bit ago. I’m sorry to rush off like this, but I really need to go.” He moved to begin running towards the locker room to gather his stuff when Harry grabbed his hand and pulled them together, lips crashing into the shorter boy’s.

“Have fun.” He said as he pulled away, leaving Louis a little dumbstruck. “Yeah..” he muttered, still a little dazed at the sudden kiss as he turned to sprint towards the school.