June 25, 2009: I’m on the computer playing some games, when I heard the news that Michael Jackson had been rushed to hospital after suffering a heart attack. I thought Michael would pull through. I wasn’t a fan, but I wanted him to make it. As I go back back to playing my games and hoping Michael would not die, one of my friends messages me and tells me that Michael Jackson had just died. I turned on the TV, and heard the news guy saying that ‘Michael Jackson, the King of Pop, is dead at 50 years old.’ I stood there in shock. I was thinking to myself ‘No. It can’t be. THE Michael Jackson just died?!’ I decided to turn to another TV station, and the same story was being reported. I turned off the TV, and went back to my computer-still in shock and disbelief at what just happened. I couldn’t believe that Michael Jackson had died.
And 12 years later, I can still remember the details like it just happened yesterday.
RIP Michael Jackson. You may be gone, but your legacy lives on ❤️
June 25, 2009…a day I’ll never forget.
mullet papa 🍼
(bucky barnes x reader)
You are trying to get into a new college but unfortunately, you don't have enough money. You find out through a friend that you can get paid around $25,000 to be a surrogate mother. It doesn't seem like such a bad idea. But somehow the sperm vials get switched and there are a lot of people depending on the baby you are carrying.
Chapter 3 - Back to Reality
word count - 428
“Y/N. You are not up yet?” MJ hovers over me as I lay in bed. “I thought you were getting changed. We have to leave soon to the doctors.”
“Wait, what?” I look up at her.
“I booked you an appointment with a fertility specialist.”
“What did you do?”
“Ughhhh, Y/N,” She yanks my arm pulling me out of bed.
“We need to see if you’re are able to be a surrogate mother and to do so you need to go to a fertility specialist,”
“Fertility Specialist, rightttt. Imma get changed.”
“Thank youuu,'' MJ says as she closes my door behind her. What the fuck are you supposed to wear to a fertility doctor? A t-shirt and jeans seem too complicated because I would have to get… inspected. A dress should do it. But what dress? A casual one. All right here a black and white striped dress and converse should be a good addition.
I walk downstairs to see MJ waiting by the door. She looks up at me in relief.
“Took you a while,” she says with a chuckle in her throat.
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll just get breakfast then we can go.”
Before I get the chance to walk into the kitchen she grabs my arm.
“No time,” she says. “We can get it on the way.”
MJ is in the driver's seat. She just got her licence and has been eager to drive ever since. ‘From the Dining Table,’ is blaring through the speakers so much that I can’t form any coherent thoughts, all of it is just Harry Styles.
“What are you thinking about?” MJ asks me in a sympathetic tone. I lie.
“Just the appointment...” Definitely not Harry Styles shirtless... MJ turns down the music. Bitch.
“I don’t know. Everythings just happening so fast, you know?” I sigh. “Anyway, enough about me, how about you?”
“What about me?” MJ looks at me weirdly.
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe, Peter...” I stare at her and she coughs violently.
“Peter. What about Peter?” She says, daze filling her face.
“Give me the details. I’m trying to live vicariously through you.”
“You do know that it is kind of sad that a self-sufficient adult is living through a 16-year-old.”
“Quit beating around the bush and just tell me.”
“Alright, Fuck it. We went to the drive-ins-” I cut her off.
“The drive-ins huh. Did anything-” I wiggle my eyebrows, “happen...”
“Y/N. What the fuck? It was our first date.”
“Alrighttt...you don’t have to tell me then.” I said with a smirk.
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