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misslavenderlady · 8 months

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A Little Bit Country, A Little Bit Rock ‘N Roll - Chapter 14.5

Summary: We pick up in that special scene of chapter 14. Michael and David consummate their relationship under a starry night sky~

Please read the previous chapters of my series before this!!

WARNINGS: N.s.f.w./Smut/18+ Readers Only, kissing/making out, undressing, teasing, handjob, oral, anal fingering, semi-public sex, anal sex, riding/cowboy position, love making, post-sex cuddling, smoking

Chapter 14 Chapter 15

"David," he sighed out, breathless and lightheaded with lust.

"Michael."

"How about instead of singing about that kinda stuff-" Michael started, eyes hazy as he traveled his finger across David's chest. "you show me instead."

Never in his life, both living and undead, did David ever want something so bad. This was happening, and he'd never been happier. That feeling only grew stronger as he pulled Michael back in for a kiss.

All the while, the fire crackled as the light dimmed. Forgotten as the lovers focused on only each other.

David felt a deep growl vibrate in his throat and chest as Michael tugged at his jacket, fiercely impatient at how many layers were keeping them apart. Though for a moment he worried he let his human mask slip with the sound, Michael only showed delight rather than fear.

"Frisky boy~" he chuckled, pulling away from David's lips so that he could focus his kisses on his jaw and neck.

The way Michael's rough stubble contrasted with the softness of his full lips felt wonderful on his chilled skin.

He wanted Michael. He wanted to go completely feral. Claws ripping off their clothes before fiercely going at it like animals. For vampires, they could be quite needy when it came to the pleasure shared with their mates. Still, they were never greedy, always making sure their partner was satisfied. They had all the time in the world to enjoy one another. To provide for their needs.

That was the only thought in David's head. Making Michael feel pure, hot pleasure.

"Kiss me, baby," David purred, helping Michael finish tugging off his T-shirt before grabbing at the human's clothing. "Fuckin' need to kiss you again. C'mere~"

Michael let out a shaky sigh as the cool, night air hit the bare skin of his chest. Even with the temperature of the wind, he wouldn't be cold tonight. Not with the warmth of the fire and the heat of being embraced by David keeping him safe.

David pulled at Michael's hips, coaxing him into moving on his lap more. The body heat Michael carried as a human was intoxicating. All that blood rushing through his veins, driving his senses wild. He could feel very clearly just where most of it was rushing to. Michael’s hands ran through his platinum streaks of hair, eager to feel more of him with each kiss. The racing thumps of his heart were the perfect background music to David’s ears.

"D-David~"

"Yes?"

"Fuck, I'm so turned on right now…."

Boy, did that do wonders to the vampire's ego. Having a handsome, blue-eyed, tanned farm hunk all riled up while perched on his lap was like a dream come true. A smirk stretched across his face as he traced the lines of Michael's muscles chest and down over his abs.

"Oh? Is that right~?"

"Y-Yes," Michael sighed, eyes fluttering as David's hand trailed lower and lower down his body. "I'm harder than a damn rock."

He wasn't exaggerating about that. The front of his jeans was poking outward, showing off a rather impressive size to the blond. David was practicing salivating at the sight.

"Well, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I let you struggle with that?" he smirked. David gently pushed Michael off of his lap so that he could guide him down onto his back. Michael let out a soft sigh as he lay against the plush fabric of the blanket he had been on before.

He and David weren't separated for long, as his lover had his lips on his skin once again. Hungry kisses peppered along Michael's chiseled body. Every inch of his strong jaw, firm chest, and toned stomach was spoiled by the teasing touch David gave him.

Michael deserved a thousand kisses. A million. No matter the number, David would most certainly provide.

Slender fingers swiftly worked to unbuckle Michael's belt and tug the denim jeans down. The moment Michael's bottoms were pulled away, his cock sprang to attention, causing him to moan out in relief.

"My my~" David said, already feeling a new wave of hunger take over his body. "Do I dare make the joke?”

Michael tilted his head in confusion.

“Joke?”

“You being hung like a hor-”

“Oh my god, shut up, you dork,” he snickered, covering his face with a hand to hide the embarrassed smile and red glow on his cheeks.

“Well if you insist~”

Despite the playful banter, David didn’t want such a moment to be all jokes. He wanted to show how serious he was about giving pleasure to the boy he cared so deeply for. Warm kisses traveled down Michael’s happy trail before making their way across the throbbing manhood. Michael shivered under him, trying to get used to the sensation. All the while, David’s tongue took over, gliding along the length, finding a path over it and up to the tip.

Should the day come when Michael learned what he truly was, David would have to test the skills of his serpentine tongue. That would certainly have the human seeing stars.

But such a day could wait. He was more than capable of pleasuring his lover in his human disguise. Lips wrapped around the thick tip, sucking gently as his chilled hands wrapped around Michael’s bare legs. David tugged them forward, allowing them to slip over his shoulders while he continued his work.

“H-Holy…holy shit..~” Michael sighed. His eyes fluttered shut and his head tilted backward while David slowly sucked down each inch of his cock. “F-Fuck, that feels amazing~”

"Mmmm…. only the best for you, Michael~" David cooed after releasing the length from his mouth. He was quick to get back to work, pressing a kiss to the tip before swallowing the rest of Michael's cock down once again.

The human boy couldn't keep his hands to himself. His calloused fingers found their way into David's platinum hair, grabbing onto the strands as a way to encourage his movements more. It made David all too eager to keep it up.

"Oh f-fuck!" he whimpered. “D-David…ooh…p-please”

David hummed in delight, moving his head up and down at the pace that got Michael going the most. His hands greedily pawed at Michael’s hips and down to his thighs, tenderly rubbing the soft, warm flesh. Feeling them squeeze around his head every time he slid his tongue across Michael’s cock was a divine sensation.

“What do you need, beloved?” David asked, freeing his mouth once again to speak.

“Need….you”

“You’ve got me, Michael~”

“C’mon, huckleberry, you know what I mean!”

David couldn’t help but smile at the pout on Michael’s face. Such a soft expression on such a ruggedly handsome face was far too precious in his eyes.

“Oh, but Michael, it’s so much better to hear you say it.”

He pulled himself away just for a moment to move back up some more, meeting Michael’s eye level. The teasing smirk melted into a sincere, adoring smile as he brushed his hand over Michael’s cheek and under his chin. He couldn’t get over how positively stunning the boy was.

“Please tell me what you want. I need to know how I can make you feel good.”

“David…I wanna…I really want to have sex with you.”

Despite how much experience the vampire had gained over the decades with the occasional human one-night stand, he couldn’t deny the rush he got hearing Michael show his interest. Everything was still so new for them. So fragile, and at risk of coming apart if they didn’t work things out together.

And yet, it felt right. He knew this was what he wanted too.

“Oh, Michael,” David sighed, leaning down to kiss him once again. Michael didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. David could feel the smile on his lips as their mouths moved together.

If they were going to do this, then they were going to do it right. Even with his attention focused on embracing Michael, he was still able to grab his coat that had been shed before. His hands fumbled around in one of the pockets, searching for something important that one of his boys had given him for the first date he had with Michael. A condom and a small bottle of lube.

I owe you big time for this, Paul, David thought to himself.

One hand was all he needed to pop open the bottle and coat his fingers with the liquid. Warm spread over his skin, perfect for covering up the colder sensation of his body.

“Shall I?”

“Hell yeah~” Michael smiled, spreading his legs open a bit more.

Even with the lack of action for quite some time, Michael felt that he was in very good hands with David. And speaking of which, his hands worked such magic on his body. The stretch of his fingers inside didn’t hurt, but rather added to his pleasure, massaging and preparing him for what was to come.

Michael couldn’t have been happier. It was like being drunk. All giddy and lightheaded and eager for more. It was just always such a good time when he was with David. And all he wanted was to keep the fun going.

“Allow me, handsome~”

Taking a more direct approach was all Michael had in mind as he gently encouraged David to stop so he could move the both of them. Being extra careful and slow with his movements, he helped switch their positions so David was the one on his back. He knew how sensitive the blond was about the marks on his back, so he was determined to be gentle.

When he saw how relaxed David looked, Michael knew it was al right to keep going. He was more than happy to take the condom from him before helping tug off the last article of clothing David had on. Seeing the full length of David’s cock was enough to make his own length twitch in pleasure.

“Fuck me, you’re a mighty big fella, aintcha?”

Now it was David’s turn to get bashful from the flirting.

“You hound dog~”

“Takes one to know one,” Michael teased playfully. The smile stayed on his face as he tore open the wrapper to get the condom out. Once he had properly secured it over the length, he could get nice and comfortable. He swung a leg over David’s body, settling on top of his lap, but not quite in position.

There was a moment where the two of them had some clarity. This was going to happen. After being such good friends and becoming boyfriends, they were about to take on a major milestone in their relationship. While they stared at one another, they seemed to mutually understand how big a deal this was for the both of them.

And yet, there was an unspoken agreement of trust and care. The soft smiles they shared were all they needed when words failed.

They kept their gaze on one another as Michael lowered himself down onto the length.

“Ooooh shit~” he sighed out, slowly letting out a moan while adjusting to the stretch. It had been a while since his ex-boyfriend, the pastor’s son, had messed around with him. Still, that didn’t matter in the slightest. David was the only man he wanted now. He trusted him to make this time extra special.

Sure enough, David couldn’t keep his hands off of Michael. His hands found their way to his hips again, taking hold of them and keeping Michael steady as he slowly began to move. Pants and grunts fell from the human boy’s pretty lips, but David would let him take all the time he needed to adjust. After all, with how nice and snug his cock felt inside, he was not complaining.

When Michael seemed more adjusted, he felt more comfortable with moving his hips by himself. His movements were fluid and smooth, riding David just as he would ride on a saddle. A perfect body like his was built for this kind of motion, and he’d use his skill to his advantage.

“Fuck, Michael,” David crooned, his eyes lidded. “You feel amazing~”

“S-So do you..” Michael sighed, still moving as he spoke.

His hands were pressed against David’s chest, allowing him to both keep steady and touch him some more. Meanwhile, David’s hands were wandering more, grabbing hold of Michael’s ass so he could massage the flesh while pumping into him. That seemed to add fuel to the fire in the passion Michael felt.

David truly was enjoying the view. Not only was Michael looking more handsome than ever, but the stars in the sky above looked so stunning as the backdrop. He thought about how much adoration Michael had for the view of the stars during their first date. How much he admired the beauty in nature and how he cared for everything about it.

It warmed his unbeating heart. He was crazy about the guy.

Michael’s eyes opened for a moment, catching a glimpse of how intensely David was staring up at him. If he wasn’t blushing before, he certainly was now.

“Kiss me, David,” Michael said. “I wanna kiss ya so bad~”

Propping himself up with the use of his elbows, David was able to sit up straight and bring Michael in close for another kiss. He still kept a hand on Michael’s body but used the other to cup his cheek. Getting to touch Michael as much as he desired was something David would happily take part in.

Feeling just as eager, Michael wrapped his arms over David’s shoulders. He held on good and tight as he bounced faster now. He could keep a good, fast pace, and he was more than happy to see how naturally David could keep up with him.

They really were perfect for one another.

With how David’s cock was massaging him, Michael couldn’t hold on for much longer. His moaning was quickly turning into whining as he felt the rush of pleasure approach quickly. He wouldn’t dare let go as he moved, his own cock bouncing and dripping at the tip with precum. It was all so much so fast. He wanted it all more than anything in the world.

“Michael~” the blond sighed. “Come on, Michael. I want you, baby. Let go for me.”

"Ahh!! F-Fuck~!"

The words spoken to him acted as some kind of spell on Michael. His body was compelled to do as he was told, and it didn’t take long for the blow of orgasm to finally hit him. His muscles contracted and his teeth ground together as shot after shot after shot of cum painted onto both his and David’s stomachs.

Such a moment was all David needed to get his own release. He gripped Michael tightly as he enjoyed his climax. If Michael didn’t already feel so intoxicatingly warm now, then he certainly did after David finished inside of him. Even with the condom catching the mess, it was all David had wanted and more with his human lover.

The two of them were absolutely undone. David fell back onto the blanket, sighing while the haze of afterglow began to slip over his mind. Michael was starting to feel the same, so he removed himself from David’s lap before he lost his balance. The condom was tied up and discarded before he joined the blond in the cozy spot.

“That was some wild ride! You really are a cowboy, aren’t you~?” David snickered.

“Well the hat ain’t for show after all~” Michael teased, reaching for one of the quilts David had brought along for their trip. He evenly spread it over them while David reached back into his jacket for a cigarette and his lighter. After something so intense, he definitely needed a smoke.

The two of them were consumed by their bliss. Still naked under their blankets and cozied up together as they passed the smoke back and forth to take turns. The flames of the fire were still going strong, acting as the perfect backdrop for their romantic embrace.

“That really was perfect, David,” Michael sighed, resting his head on the blond’s shoulder.

“I couldn’t agree more, Michael,” he said, wrapping his free arm around the brunet’s body.

Things truly couldn’t have been better. There was a real, honest connection between the two of them, and now they were bonded in a special way. No matter what, nothing would change that. As they continued to watch the fire, they made silent promises to enjoy the memory of tonight as much as possible.

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britany1997 · 1 year

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Hey bestie!!! I gotta do this request because I know you'd do it right.

Could you pretty please write a NSFW Southern Michael x Reader piece? I definitely think he would be very loving and giving, but let him be the dominant one. It's more fun that way~ Ball is in your court on what kinks you want to add. Maybe keep it gender neutral for the reader so more people can enjoy it 😊

Thank you!!! ILYSM! ✨✨✨

Deep in the Heart of Texas

Hi Lave! Yes of course I can write this for you!! It’s honestly such an honor that your trust me with your boy🥹

Southern Michael x GN Reader

Big thanks to @bookworm551 for helping me with the steer wrestling part of this fic! (I’m Texan but I’m like, city Texan, my roommate is country Texan) Originally I had Michael barrel racing, but apparently guys rarely do that so she helped me switch it up lol. Grateful to live with someone who has been to many horse shows.

Warnings: SMUT minors DNI, blowjob, hair pulling, penetration but readers sex not mentioned

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You bit your nails as you watched Michael intently from your spot in the stands, sandwiched between Lucy and Sam.

You were no stranger to the rodeo scene, and Michael was no first time competitor. But he had just moved up from the intermediate category to the advanced category, and while your boy was talented, you knew the competition was much more fierce.

You’d seen him practice a million times, but under the arena lights, with hundreds of eyes on you, you knew he could feel the pressure.

With your nail between your teeth you caught his eye from where he was waiting for his turn. He shot you a toothy smile and a wink.

You blushed and smiled back as you fought not to swoon in the middle of the stands. Lucy must have seen the exchange because she elbowed you gently, prompting you to turn to her.

“He’ll be fine,” she reassured you, “he’s got his good luck charm cheering him on.” She said while winking.

You turned even redder as you smiled back at her, “he doesn’t need the luck,” you told her, “he’s amazing all on his own.”

Lucy offered you a bright smile, “he’s talented for sure,” she agreed, “but trust me, you bein’ here calms his nerves,” she explained, “everybody in these stands may be lookin’ at him, but I promise you darlin,’ he’s lookin’ at you.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest as you sighed at her words, “I’m happy to help,” you told her, “I wouldn’t have missed this for anything.”

She beamed, taking your hand in hers, “I know sweetie pie,” she rubbed your hand with the pad of her thumb, “he knows too.”

When you heard the announcer call out Michael’s name over the loud speaker, you both snapped to look at the arena.

The doors on the chutes flew open as the steer sprinted out, Michael parallel on his horse.

The crowd cheered as he slid from his saddle, reaching to wrap his arms around the steer’s horns. Once he had a good grip, he dropped off his horse and planted his feet in the dirt. Then he yanked the steer’s head over, causing its body to turn and hit the ground.

The stands went wild as the announcer cried out 6.23 seconds, the event’s best time so far.

You’d never get tired of seeing your boy like that. Sweaty and covered in dirt as he manhandled the steer into submission, the sight made your heart rate quicken.

He caught your eye once again and smiled as he blew you a kiss and gave you a little tip of his hat.

You didn’t think you could get any redder, but you felt your face flush again as he turned to walk to the gate.

There were other wrestlers, but none with a time so good as his. When it came time to give out awards, you knew you’d be going home with the champion.

You, Sam, and Lucy all stood to clap and cheer when the show runners announced him as the winner and handed him his plaque and belt buckle.

Once all the awards were given out the three of you rushed down to meet him back at the stalls.

Michael beamed as he watched the three of you run up to him.

He pulled his mother into a hug and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Then he turned to Sam and rustled his hair playfully. Finally, he wrapped his arms around you tightly before picking you up and twirling you in the air. You smiled and laughed at his affection for you.

“Hey baby,” he spoke as he placed you back down “ya like the show?” He asked.

“Loved it,” you whispered breathlessly, “you were incredible.”

His eyebrow raised as his lip quirked up in a smirk as he caught your tone, “thanks darlin,” he whispered before placing a kiss on your lips.

“Michael,” Lucy garnered his attention, “Sam and I were goin’ ta grab something to eat, would you and your partner like ta join us?” She asked.

“Thanks so much mama, but I think we’re gonna head back ta the house, I’m feelin’ mighty tired from the steer wrestlin’ today, y’all go on ahead we’ll see y’all later.” He told her, shooting you a wink when his mother wasn’t looking.

“Suit yourselves,” Lucy told you both, smiling. She motioned for Sam to follow as she turned to walk to the food stands.

You shot Michael a look, “you’re tired huh?” You asked as you reached down to take his hand in yours.

He smiled as he threaded his fingers with yours, “don’t worry hon, I’m not that tired,” he assured you playfully as he pulled you towards his ATV.

Once the both of you had made it home, he lead you to his room and locked his door before pressing you up against is and pressing a loving kiss on your lips.

His hands slid down to your hips as he held you in his arms and explored you with his mouth.

You placed your hands on his cheeks, rubbing them with the pads of your thumbs as you returned his passionate kiss.

He began to trail kisses from your mouth down to your neck. Your eyes closed and your head fell back against the door as he sucked hickeys into your skin.

After awhile you pulled him from your neck by the collar of his shirt, his gaze met yours as he looked at you confused. You smiled and pecked his lips before falling to your knees.

His lips parted in a gasp as he watched you unbuckle his jeans and slide them down along with his boxers. His cock sprung free, and you placed a teasing kiss on the tip of it.

He smiled down at you as he watched you seal your mouth over the tip and swirl your tongue around it.

You took more of him into your mouth, prompting him to groan and run a hand through your hair, stroking and pulling gently. Your eyes flutter closed at the feeling as you moaned around his length.

You lifted you hand and wrapped it around the base of him, stroking as you sucked. He pulled your hair a bit harder, causing you to let out whimpers of pleasure.

Your hand moved to cup his balls and rub them as you took more of his cock into your mouth. He began to gently thrust into your mouth; you bobbed your head to match the rhythm of his thrusts.

His breathing picked up and he shuddered a bit, “gonna cum baby,” he told you breathlessly, “swallow f’ me, yeah?” He asked.

You nodded, as he stroked a hand through your hair once more before he came down your throat.

You stood and pressed a kiss to his lips, licking into his mouth so he could taste himself on you.

When you pulled away, he picked you up and placed you down on his bed before climbing over you and placing a kiss on your lips. “Let me take care of you now baby,” he told you.

He got up from the bed and unbuttoned his flannel shirt before shrugging it off. He reached up to place a hand on top of his cowboy hat to take it off.

“Wait!” You exclaimed.

He met your gaze, a puzzled look on his face.

“Leave it on,” you whispered, blushing.

He smirked at your flushed face, “whatever you want darlin” he promised as he descended on you.

He lifted your legs onto his shoulders and you reached back to grip the pillows as he sunk into you.

“You’re so amazing baby,” he praised as he thrust into you, “so good, so perfect for me.”

You moaned at his words, as he stroked the deepest parts of you. His movements caused pressure to build inside of you as he fucked you gently.

He continued to thrust into you as he spoke, “Wanted ta do this all day hon, when I saw you in the stands lookin’ so hot for me, cheerin’ me on,” he rambled, “I couldn’ta done it without you baby, my favorite supporter, my perfect baby,”

You screamed his name as he hit just the right spot inside you, sending you over the edge. He thrust into you a few more times, triggering his own orgasm. You arched your back as he filled you.

When you both came down from your highs he pulled out of you and collapsed next to you on the bed. Pulling you into his arms so he could hold you close, your back pressed against his broad chest.

He lifted his head to pepper kisses on your cheek, punctuating each with a soft, ‘I love you.’

You smiled as he kissed and caressed you gently. You turned to face him, pressing your nose against his, “I love you too,” you told him.

He blushed, “thanks for coming today baby, really,” he mumbled.

You offered him a soft smile, “wouldn’t have missed it for anything,” you reassured him.

You cupped his cheek, “I’ll be at every show,” you promised.

“I’ll hold ya to it darlin,” he said affectionately as he reached down to lace his fingers with yours, “you’re the best partner a cowboy could have.”

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cryptic-michael · 1 year

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Okey finally after saying up til 5am, crying over cowboy hats and lack of western things, and laughing about funny pins and staring at 80s men.....

It is upone us....

The Southern Michael edits....with and without cowboy hat, with southern vibes and bluebonnets behind him, for he is a proud Texan who would have Bluebonnet things.

@misslavenderlady since it's her fic that created southern Micheal!!!! He was hard to work on but I love him!!!

There's all sorts here, I added a moon since he joked about "Nearly called moonbeam or moonchild" there's some lip balm in a tin I'm sure he takes his lips serious and also tin=pocket sized. Cowboy boots near him, gutair picks, a drawing of a Hare(popular wild animal here and all over I'm sure)

And of course, the blue bonnets behind him.

There's a version with the cowboy hat but I wasn't sure about it....

#lave come get your morning juice honey i worked hard harvesitng and sqeazing theses oranges for this juice #i worked HARD #i put soonmuch effort into this its ridiculous #i need sleep sooo bsdly #its 5am fuck me...#the lost boys #the lost boys michael #southern michael #edits #lost boys edit #heading for naptime now night night #the funny thing is i didnt even sleep in today....i should have been tired hours ago..

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southernboymichael · 1 year

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Howdy, everyone! I'm Michael! This is a blog dedicated to anyone who wants to get ta know me. If you're a fan of A Little Bit Country, A Little Bit Rock N' Roll, you're gonna love this!

Please act polite, y'all 🧡

#southern michael #southern michael sayings

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laniakea314 · 9 months

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“Many people, meeting Aziraphale for the first time, formed three impressions: that he was English, that he was intelligent, and that he was gayer than a tree full of monkeys on nitrous oxide.”

#ENTAAAAAA #THE Southern Pansy #ineffable babygirl #good omens #aziracrow #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #crowley #david tennant #good omens 2 #michael sheen #neil gaiman

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greeneyed-thestral · 4 months

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#good omens #good omens 1x05 #the doomsday option #aziraphale #michael sheen #madame tracy #southern pansy

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mostlysignssomeportents · 7 months

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One of America’s most corporate-crime-friendly bankruptcy judges forced to recuse himself

Today (Oct 16) I'm in Minneapolis, keynoting the 26th ACM Conference On Computer-Supported Cooperative Work and Social Computing. Thursday (Oct 19), I'm in Charleston, WV to give the 41st annual McCreight Lecture in the Humanities. Friday (Oct 20), I'm at Charleston's Taylor Books from 12h-14h.

"I’ll believe corporations are people when Texas executes one." The now-famous quip from Robert Reich cuts to the bone of corporate personhood. Corporations are people with speech rights. They are heat-shields that absorb liability on behalf of their owners and managers.

But the membrane separating corporations from people is selectively permeable. A corporation is separate from its owners, who are not liable for its deeds – but it can also be "closely held," and so inseparable from those owners that their religious beliefs can excuse their companies from obeying laws they don't like:

https://clsbluesky.law.columbia.edu/2014/10/13/hobby-lobby-and-closely-held-corporations/

Corporations – not their owners – are liable for their misdeeds (that's the "limited liability" in "limited liablity corporation"). But owners of a murderous company can hold their victims' families hostage and secure bankruptcies for their companies that wipe out their owners' culpability – without any requirement for the owners to surrender their billions to the people they killed and maimed:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/08/11/justice-delayed/#justice-redeemed

Corporations are, in other words, a kind of Schroedinger's Cat for impunity: when it helps the ruling class, corporations are inseparable from their owners; when that would hinder the rich and powerful, corporations are wholly distinct entities. They exist in a state of convenient superposition that collapses only when a plutocrat opens the box and decides what is inside it. Heads they win, tails we lose.

Key to corporate impunity is the rigged bankruptcy system. "Debts that can't be paid, won't be paid," so every successful civilization has some system for discharging debt, or it risks collapse:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/10/09/bankruptcy-protects-fake-people-brutalizes-real-ones/

When you or I declare bankruptcy, we have to give up virtually everything and endure years (or a lifetime) of punitive retaliation based on our stained credit records, and even then, our student debts continue to haunt us, as do lawless scumbag debt-collectors:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/08/12/do-not-pay/#fair-debt-collection-practices-act

When a giant corporation declares bankruptcy, by contrast, it emerges shorn of its union pension obligations and liabilities owed to workers and customers it abused or killed, and continues merrily on its way, re-offending at will. Big companies have mastered the Texas Two-Step, whereby a company creates a subsidiary that inherits all its liabilities, but not its assets. The liability-burdened company is declared bankrupt, and the company's sins are shriven at the bang of a judge's gavel:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/02/01/j-and-j-jk/#risible-gambit

Three US judges oversee the majority of large corporate bankruptcies, and they are so reliable in their deference to this scheme that an entire industry of high-priced lawyers exists solely to game the system to ensure that their clients end up before one of these judges. When the Sacklers were seeking to abscond with their billions in opioid blood-money and stiff their victims' families, they set their sights on Judge Robert Drain in the Southern District of New York:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/05/23/a-bankrupt-process/#sacklers

To get in front of Drain, the Sacklers opened an office in White Plains, NY, then waited 192 days to file bankruptcy papers there (it takes six months to establish jurisdiction). Their papers including invisible metadata that identified the case as destined for Judge Drain's court, in a bid to trick the court's Case Management/Electronic Case Files system to assign the case to him.

The case was even pre-captioned "RDD" ("Robert D Drain"), to nudge clerks into getting their case into a friendly forum.

If the Sacklers hadn't opted for Judge Drain, they might have set their sights on the Houston courthouse presided over by Judge David Jones, the second of of the three most corporate-friendly large bankruptcy judges. Judge Jones is a Texas judge – as in "Texas Two-Step" – and he has a long history of allowing corporate murderers and thieves to escape with their fortunes intact and their victims penniless:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/08/07/hr-4193/#shoppers-choice

But David Jones's reign of error is now in limbo. It turns out that he was secretly romantically involved with Elizabeth Freeman, a leading Texas corporate bankruptcy lawyer who argues Texas Two-Step cases in front of her boyfriend, Judge David Jones.

Judge Jones doesn't deny that he and Freeman are romantically involved, but said that he didn't think this fact warranted disclosure – let alone recusal – because they aren't married and "he didn't benefit economically from her legal work." He said that he'd only have to disclose if the two owned communal property, but the deed for their house lists them as co-owners:

https://www.documentcloud.org/documents/24032507-general-warranty-deed

(Jones claims they don't live together – rather, he owns the house and pays the utility bills but lets Freeman live there.)

Even if they didn't own communal property, judges should not hear cases where one of the parties is represented by their long term romantic partner. I mean, that is a weird sentence to have to type, but I stand by it.

The case that led to the revelation and Jones's stepping away from his cases while the Fifth Circuit investigates is a ghastly – but typical – corporate murder trial. Corizon is a prison healthcare provider that killed prisoners with neglect, in the most cruel and awful ways imaginable. Their families sued, so Corizon budded off two new companies: YesCare got all the contracts and other assets, while Tehum Care Services got all the liabilities:

https://ca.finance.yahoo.com/news/prominent-bankruptcy-judge-david-jones-033801325.html

Then, Tehum paid Freeman to tell her boyfriend, Judge Jones, to let it declare bankruptcy, leaving $173m for YesCare and allocating $37m for the victims suing Tehum. Corizon owes more than $1.2b, "including tens of millions of dollars in unpaid invoices and hundreds of malpractice suits filed by prisoners and their families who have alleged negligent care":

https://www.kccllc.net/tehum/document/2390086230522000000000041

Under the deal, if Corizon murdered your family member, you would get $5,000 in compensation. Corizon gets to continue operating, using that $173m to prolong its yearslong murder spree.

The revelation that Jones and Freeman are lovers has derailed this deal. Jones is under investigation and has recused himself from his cases. The US Trustee – who represents creditors in bankruptcy cases – has intervened to block the deal, calling Tehum "a barren estate, one that was stripped of all of its valuable assets as a result of the combination and divisional mergers that occurred prior to the bankruptcy filing."

This is the third high-profile sleazy corporate bankruptcy that had victory snatched from the jaws of defeat this year: there was Johnson and Johnson's attempt to escape from liability from tricking women into powder their vulvas with asbestos (no, really), the Sacklers' attempt to abscond with billions after kicking off the opioid epidemic that's killed 800,000+ Americans and counting, and now this one.

This one might be the most consequential, though – it has the potential to eliminate one third of the major crime-enabling bankruptcy judges serving today.

One down.

Two to go.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/16/texas-two-step/#david-jones

My next novel is The Lost Cause, a hopeful novel of the climate emergency. Amazon won't sell the audiobook, so I made my own and I'm pre-selling it on Kickstarter!

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Raphaël (Raffaello Sanzio) (Italian, 1483-1520) Saint Michel terrassant le Démon dit "Le Grand Saint Michel," 1518 Musée du Louvre

Commandé par Léon X, pape de 1513 à 1521, pour François 1er.

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Michael Battista congratulated by Matthew Rohrdanz (left)

#wrestling #virginia cavaliers #michael battista #southern virginia knights #matthew rohrdanz

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Michael ‘liked’ the first tweet today, and last year he posted a selfie in front of that very bandstand right after filming GO 2 ended and I’m going to go cry now...

#good omens 2 #michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #i can't #the southern pansy has spoken #he is clearly missing GO/Aziraphale/David hardcore #and something about *that* scene is clearly emotional and special for him #i think Michael has been telling us exactly who he is for a long time now #and now we have a second season of GO coming out #i'm feeling a lot of feelings #happy pride month indeed #discourse

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A Little Bit Country, A Little Bit Rock ‘N Roll - Chapter 13

Summary: The truth comes out with Grandpa Emerson, and David is preparing for the worst outcome. What he doesn't know is that there's a major surprise coming his way.

TW: Chapter contains mentions of abuse, death and vampire hunting

Shout out to @britany1997 for helping me pick out Grandpa's first name. Thank you all for your patience! Please enjoy!!

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David’s head was spinning. The words of Mr. Emerson were echoing in his ears all while the old man smiled back at him.

He knew. How was that even possible? The entire summer he and the others had come and gone as they pleased, and the old man never said a word. Not even a hint that he could tell that they were supernatural creatures.

"Is that right?" David asked. He was on his guard now. Even if it was some old, grandfatherly man, he couldn't take any risks now. Things had become so unpredictable so fast.

"Yes, it is," Mr. Emerson stated. He moved his hand off the banister, freeing the path for David. Even so, there was little the vampire could do. At this point, he wouldn't get to the cave in time. He was a sitting duck.

"So what? You gonna stake me or something? Don't think I'll go easy on you because you're Michael's grandpa," David warned him. His eyes flashed a deep gold, showing off that his word was not to be taken lightly.

But the old man was not fazed by such a display. He only took a sip from the coffee mug in his hand, completely casual and indifferent. David had to admit, it took some real guts to not show any signs of fear when face to face with a vampire. Especially one that was free to do whatever it wanted thanks to the lack of limitations with power.

It seemed like hours and hours passed before the old man finally spoke again.

“Follow me, David. I’ve got something I wanna show you.”

If David wasn’t so skilled at keeping a poker face, it would have been obvious that he was positively baffled by such a request. No human ever looked into the demonic eyes he possessed and reacted with anything other than horror. Yet Mr. Emerson was completely unbothered.

He gestured for David to follow him, casually shuffling over to the other side of the room. He opened a door hidden in the corner and glanced up, silently waiting for the vampire to get a move on.

This has to be a trap, David thought to himself. Though even if it was, there wasn't much he could do in this situation. Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. He would simply have to follow and see where this went.

He was certain Mr. Emerson would have him go down the descending staircase first. Probably preparing to push him down the steps and have him land on a bed of spikes at the bottom.

To his surprise, the elderly man took the first step, casually heading down into the basement. It truly was strange. He was turning his back to a vampire and simply didn't care. Such curious behavior only drew David in more, and he figured he should see how this would go.

He followed Mr. Emerson down the staircase, the aged wood of the steps creaking under his leather boots. It was dark in the lower level of the house, but being in places devoid of light was David's specialty.

"I think you'll like this quite a bit. I've been working hard to do this properly."

Mr. Emerson rounded a corner and flipped a switch on the side of the wall. When David stepped up to his side a truly unbelievable sight greeted his eyes.

Under the warm glow of the ceiling light was a room he hadn't yet seen. But it wasn't just any room. It was a full living space.

Four full-size beds were placed side by side along the wall. They had thick oak bed frames and soft quilts spread over the mattresses. Two couches were set off to the side with a massive, antique bookcase and lamp set nearby for reading. A radio and record player were set up for any musical needs. A round table with wooden chairs was set up on the other side of the room with a mini fridge close by for snacks.

"Wh…What's all this?" David asked, still in awe of everything.

"Oh, this isn't even all of it," Mr. Emerson explained. "Those doors in that one corner lead to a few other rooms. Two bedrooms. One for the little lady and one for that kid ya got. There's also a bathroom. Got a tub if ya ever want a bath."

The more the old man casually explained the setup of the basement, the more perplexed David was. He was so lost by what was going on. It was a miracle he was able to find the right words.

"Is this….for me and the Lost Boys?"

Michael's grandfather had a proud smile on his face. He took another swig of his coffee before pointing up toward the top of the wall. There were thick, black curtains draped over two spaces, no doubt covering up windows on the other side.

"Got some grade-A blackout curtains and some special sheets to cover the glass. Absolutely no sun can get through this. Can't have any of you getting fried like chicken in oil when you're tryin' to sleep."

It was an odd way to answer the question, but that truly did confirm what David was wondering. This entire basement was turned into a living space for the boys, Star and Laddie. Someone actually took the time and energy to give them a home.

"I don't understand," David admitted.

Mr. Emerson nodded before taking a seat on a nearby couch. He let out a grunt and set his coffee down on the table across from him.

"You see, son," he began, "when I was a youngin’ I was a vampire hunter. A damn good one too. I was the best of the best in all of Santa Carla. Probably the best in California."

It was hard for David to picture this old man as a fierce hunter, but looks could be deceiving.

"I cut back on the hunting when I got married and had Lucy. Didn't want my family getting involved. It's an ugly life, and they didn't deserve to see that kind of gruesome stuff. So, I got an office job, put food on the table, and kept the streets safe at night. My wife and daughter were none the wiser."

"What changed?"

"Simple. I lost the love of my life."

Mr. Emerson's carefree smile dropped. There was a sense of pain lingering in his eyes. One that showed how time had not healed such a wound.

"Mary Emerson. She was my soulmate, and she left this world while I was out on a hunt. Had a stroke in her sleep. I didn't even know until the next morning. I was all by myself. Lucy was raising her boys in Phoenix. I had to deal with true loneliness for the first time in my life."

Even for a cold-blooded killer vampire, David had to admit he hated the idea of loneliness. His undead life was so much better with the boys in it. He loved them with all his heart, and he'd do anything to keep them safe.

"I realized what a great mistake I made. My hatred for vampires blinded me to what was most important. I let hate and fear drive my actions and didn't take the time to consider all those creatures were once human too. They had parents, children, brothers, sisters, friends. I wondered how many coven members or loved ones were lonely without them. How many felt like they would die of a broken heart."

He stood up again, his eyes fixated on David.

"So, I'll admit, I became a bit of a hippie. My daughter was once one, so I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree," he said with a soft chuckle. "I quit hunting for good. I wrote letters to Lucy, let her come home when she divorced her bastard husband, and I appreciated life for what it was. It felt good to let go of hate. That’s why I welcomed all of you with open arms."

"That's quite a risky move," David pointed out "You know my boys and I could have easily killed you. Tore you apart like tissue paper."

"And yet, you didn't," Mr. Emerson retorted. "You sat at my dining table like gentlemen, helped my daughter wash dishes, and left my grandson with the biggest smile on his face I've ever seen. You may be vampires, but you boys aren't monsters. Not from what I've seen."

That really struck a chord with David. It was such a major change for him and the others when they were welcomed into the Emerson family. They had no issue with sharing their home and their love with a bunch of no-good punks that were seen as nuisances to the Santa Carla public. They were loud and bold and always eager to sing and dance all night long.

David had such hazy memories of his human life from over a century ago. Even so, he knew that this was his first time truly feeling affection from a family.

"I don't know what to say, sir…"

"You don't have to say anything, son," the old man assured him. "You've done enough in return. It warms my old, tired heart to see young love between you and my grandson. So long as you're good to him, my home will always be welcome to you. Including the times you need to hide away in the morning. I know you prefer the ceiling but you may wanna stick with the beds just so nobody gets a surprise if they ever come by the basement."

David bit back a snicker at that. He appreciated that the Emerson elder had a sense of humor for all of this.

Still, it was all such a shock. David hadn't had the comfort of an actual home in decades. He worked hard to make the cave as livable as possible for his vampire pack members, but it wasn't easy. They didn't have the ability to lock doors or windows or have a hellhound for security like Max did.

Having the Emersons take better care of him than his own Sire was quite bittersweet. Even if it hurt to be shunned by his very creator, at least he had others he could count on.

"Well….thank you, Mr. Emerson," David said, extending his arm out and offering a hand.

He hoped the old man would accept his gesture as a genuine token of appreciation. To his relief, it was accepted with a hearty shake.

"Call me Randy, son," he said. "You're family now."

Family. David could get used to that.

"Well then. I gotta get my day started and you've gotta get some rest for the end of yours. Don't worry, Lucy and the boys won't bother you down here. Just be sure to let your friends know you're okay."

He tapped the side of his forehead, hinting at David to use his telepathy to call out to the others. The vampire gave the old man a nod before watching him trudge back up the stairs.

David slowly slipped off his boots and shrugged off his jackets before tossing them aside on the floor. It was quite strange getting prepared for bed and not just flying up into the cave rafters. Sinking into the bed was a foreign sensation, but certainly not unwelcome. The mattress was plush and the quilt perfectly warm. Even with mere seconds of time spent lying in bed, David was already sensing the pull of slumber on his mind.

"Hey guys," he called out to the boys. "I'm not gonna make it to the cave, but don't worry. I found cover somewhere else."

"Where'd you end up?" Dwayne's voice answered him.

David could feel his lips curling up in a smile as his eyes shut. He managed to get in one last response before letting sleep take over.

"Home."

Sending out a letter to Max was a terribly risky move, but one that was absolutely necessary.

Sam had forged his mother's signature for school notes enough times to recreate her handwriting on her personal stationery. He and the Frog Brothers had slipped the note into Max's mailbox earlier that morning, urging the man to come by the house as soon as possible.

This was the first part of many tests they were going to perform on the businessman. If he didn't show up during daylight hours, that was the first red flag to keep an eye on.

"Pretty fishy that the sun is setting and he's still not here," Edgar pointed out.

"He'll probably use his work at the video store to cover his ass if we ask about it," Sam added.

The three boys were circled up at the table in the Emerson kitchen. They had been strategizing over peanut butter and jelly sandwiches while Lucy was out running errands. If Max truly was a vampire, Sam didn't want to risk his mother getting hurt.

He wondered if this was what Michael was going through. Stepping up as a man to protect the family.

"It's a small part of the plan," Alan assured the two. "We just gotta be prepared for the other parts."

Each boy was armed with plenty of tools for hunting. Makeshift crosses, holy water from the local church, pocket mirrors, and the sharpest stakes they could find. The three of them were buzzing with energy, waiting for their guest with great impatience.

"Just remember this. Nobody invites him in, and don't stop fighting no matter what. We've got to stay strong, men," Edgar said, voice full of confidence.

The other two nodded in agreement. Before anyone could say anything else, a shrill sound interrupted their thoughts.

The doorbell. He was there. No going back and no getting scared.

Edgar, Alan, and Sam all pocketed their weapons in their pants and jackets. They could go in guns a-blazing. Instead, the Frogs followed Sam to the living room of the house, close behind as the Emerson boy went to open the front door.

The guest of honor was standing right outside. Max Lawrence.

"Ah! Sam! Good evening," Max greeted him. "Nice to see you, son."

Sam didn't bother to hide his frown. This man didn't have the right to call him such a thing. It made him positively sick.

"That makes one of us," the young boy retorted.

"Well…I'm just here to see your mother. May I come in and talk to her, please?"

The three rookie hunters eyed one another. Slowly and carefully, they reached for the tools they had stashed away. They were fully ready to take the man down if he truly was the bloodsucking monster they suspected him to be.

But their plan fell through when a voice called out to Sam.

“What in the hell is going on here?”

The three boys swiftly turned to see Michael stepping in from the kitchen. He still wore his work gloves and carried a broom from his time sweeping the back porch. When his gaze landed on Max, his hand clenched tighter around the wooden rod of the broom.

“Sam, you and your friends go upstairs.”

“But Mike, we can’t do th-”

“I said GET.”

Sam shivered at the stern tone his brother used. He knew better than to question the eldest when he started talking like that. Though Edgar and Alan shared worried glances with their friend, it was made abundantly clear that Michael’s order was not to be taken lightly. The three of them glanced back at Max as they rushed up the staircase, making their way to Sam’s room.

“Huh. I wonder what it was they wanted,” Max said, trying to keep a pleasant and casual conversation. Though he smiled at Michael, he quickly realized that the happy expression wasn’t going to be returned.

“Anyway. I just came to speak with Lucy. She sent a letter asking me to stop by.”

Max pulled the piece of light pink stationery from the inner pocket of his blazer. He confidently handed it over to Michael, who was quite bewildered at the idea of his mother sending the bastard an invitation to come over. When he glanced over the writing on the inside, a smirk pulled across his face.

“Aww bless your heart,” he said in a condescending tone. “My mama didn’t send this, Max. Sam was just messin’ with you. Guess ya came all this way for nothing. Why don’t you head on home then, okay?”

Michael was just about ready to slam the door in Max’s face but found the door being stopped by the hand of the older man.

“Now, Michael,” Max scolded him. “I don’t think it’s very polite to shoo company away when they traveled all the way to see someone. Why don’t you just invite me in, and we can talk things out?”

“There ain’t nothin’ to talk about, Max. You’re not welcome and you ain’t ever gonna be welcome. Now I’d appreciate it if you’d leave.”

The more Michael fought back, the shorter Max’s temper got. Being such a powerful authority figure in Santa Carla, he wasn’t used to being denied the things he wanted. He didn’t tolerate defiance with his boys, and he certainly wouldn’t now.

“You know something, son,” Max said, voice dripping in venom. “You’ve got a terrible attitude for a self-claimed ‘southern gentleman’. I should have realized that when you and your trashy family crashed my party, but now seeing you being so disobedient to your elders, I’m starting to think you deserve some manners taught to you.”

Michael’s blood was practically boiling with rage. He loathed this man with all his heart. Not one to tolerate such treatment, he pushed his way outside, slamming the door behind him and holding up his broom like a weapon.

“You listen and you listen good, ya son of a bitch. I don’t take kindly to people like you who look down on others just for bein’ different. My mama is too good for the likes of you and I’d rather walk on hot coals than ever call you my father. You don’t even deserve to be David’s father.”

“Mic-”

“I ain’t done!” the boy snapped. “You’re so stuck up you could drown in a rainstorm. You think you’re so high and mighty, but you ain’t. If I ever see you ‘round these parts again I’m gonna beat some sense into you with this broom. Now get the hell off my property!”

Max was completely stunned into silence. Nobody had ever dared to speak to him in such a way. Even when his boys stepped out of line, he was sure to shut it down. Michael was an absolute spitfire. He could tell such threats were not to be taken lightly.

But that didn’t scare him. Max knew this wasn’t over.

“Fair enough,” the man said. “You win. I’ll be on my way. Have a good night, Michael.”

The Emerson boy didn’t take his eyes off of Max for one second as he carefully watched him walk down the path and get back into his luxury car. He was just happy to watch the man finally pull out of the driveway and get out of sight.

While Michael was feeling better to see him gone, Max was still smiling to himself as he drove back into the city. An eerie smile. One that hid the insidious thoughts he held within his mind.

“You’re going to regret messing with me, human.”

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For @misslavenderlady Happy 26th Birthday!!

Birthdays Are Bigger In Texas

Ahhh I loved writing this for you!!! I hope you have an amazing birthday! Thank you for letting me use your Southern boy, I hope you enjoy this!!!

Pre-read by fellow Texans @cryptic-michael and @bookworm551 🤠

(Also, I’m posting this now because it’s officially your birthday, but it occurred to me that we may not be in the same time zone, so hopefully it’s your birthday where you are lol)

Southern Michael x Lave🥰 (no pronouns used)

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You shifted on the balls of your feet as you waited for Michael to answer the door. It swung wide open as the smiling face of your favorite cowboy popped out. “Happy Birthday Darlin’!” He said while pulling you into a tight hug. You giggled as you melted into the warmth of his arms.

After he released you, he took your hand in his as he led you to his room. You passed Miss Lucy and she offered you a beautiful smile and a “Happy Birthday Sweetie pie!” She reminded Michael to bring you to the kitchen later for a slice of the cake she’d baked just for you.

Michael promised her he would as he pulled you towards his room. Warmth bloomed within you at the exchange, the Emersons were incredibly hospitable. Miss Lucy already treated you like one of her own.

Michael sat you on the bed in his room, “stay right there,” he told you as he began to riffle through his things before pulling out a meticulously wrapped gift. “Now baby,” he started, “your gift tonight has three parts to it. This here’s part one.” He told you handing you the box.

“Michael,” you said blushing, “you really didn’t have to get me anything.”

“Shucks darlin,’” he replied, “birthdays are a big deal ta my family. ‘Sides,” he said, “who could resist spoiling a purdy thing like you.”

You felt your cheeks flush red once more as you kissed his cheek and took the box he had held out to you.

You tore at the wrapping before revealing a shoe box from Cavender’s. You gasped, “is this what I think it is?” You asked while taking off the lid.

He shot you a half smile as you lifted the brown leather boots from the box. “So we can match,” he said, blushing as he turned his heel to the side, showing you his brown boots. His significantly more worn then your brand new ones, but other than that, they were nearly identical.

He knelt down in front of you slipping off your sneakers and replacing them with your new boots. You kissed his forehead when he finished. “Thank you,” you told him, “they’re perfect.”

He blushed and slipped his hand into yours “It’s nothin’ hon,” he told you, “now come with me, I wanna show ya the next part of your gift.”

You giggled and allowed him to lead you around once more, this time out the back door of his house and down to a nearby park where you’d spent many nights laid out on picnic blankets, stargazing together.

You gasped as you saw the park’s rotunda had been decorated with fairy lights and streamers. You glanced over at Michael as he shot you a smile, confirming that the setup was just for you.

Michael took your hand and led you to the center of the pavilion. He slipped a tape into the boombox he’d set up before the two of you had arrived.

After, he placed your hand on his shoulder before slipping his around the small of your back and pulling you close to him.

You blushed and slid your other hand up to his shoulder as well. Michael started to sway the two of you as music played from the boombox. The soft tones of guitar music flooded your ears. The song sounded familiar, but you couldn’t quite place it.

When you heard the sound of Michael’s voice your face flashed with recognition as he sang:

“…Now everything is new,

And all I’ve learned is overturned,

I beg of you,

Don’t go wasting your emotion,

Lay all your love on me.”

The usual sound of the energetic pop song, replaced by a soft acoustic melody, covered by your sweet cowboy.

You stopped moving and let out a little gasp, “This- I- It’s you!” You sputtered.

He blushed bright red. “Yeah,” he said, “I thought about bringin’ ya out here and sittin’ ya down so I could play if for ya,” a smile spread over his face, “but shoot baby, I just wanted to hold ya too bad.”

He buried his face in your shoulder, “do ya like it hon?” He asked.

“Michael, baby,” you whispered. He picked his head up from your shoulder and stared into your eyes. “It’s perfect,” you told him, “I love it.”

He beamed, “I’m glad ta hear it darlin’,” he said, “because the last part of your gift is the tape. So you can listen anytime you’d like.”

You flashed him your brightest smile as you pulled him into a tight hug, “thank you,” you told him, “you make me feel so loved.”

“That’s cause ya are,” he said while kissing your cheek and moving you to the music once more, “Happy Birthday Darlin,’ I love ya to the moon and back,”

You kissed him softly, “I love you just as far,” you whispered in his ear as you swayed in his arms.

“Don’t go wasting your emotion,

Lay all your love on me,

Don’t go sharing your devotion,

Lay all you love on me,

Don’t go wasting your emotion…”

As the song faded out your lips met his in a sweet and romantic kiss. When you finally pulled away, Michael had a dopey grin on his face.

“Hell, keep kissin me like that Darlin’ and I’ll start ta think it’s my birthday” he told you chuckling to himself.

You giggled back “thank you for everything,” you told him.

He exhaled, his lips relaxed into a soft smile, “anytime darlin.’ Anytime.” He replied as he pulled you in for another kiss.

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#the lost boys #southern michael #tlb #the lost boys fic #lost boys #lost boys fic #michael #michael lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987

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