#black representation

The Black writers for seasons 1-2 of IWTV were Ben Philippe, David B Harris, and A. Zell Williams.

These are the men responsible for providing substance and depth to the Black characters in the first two seasons, mainly Louis and Claudia. They knew how to tackle struggle, injustices, history, rage, pain, and the ugly truth of American and European Black history. They didn’t pull punches with the hard stuff and they knew how to work with the soft stuff.

Season 3 tried to create edgy content and humor without these men and absolutely failed at it in every way possible. And they have failed both Louis and Claudia.

The Black jokes about Louis being “Louisiana Fried Chicken”, Louis continuing to be the pimp and needing his White savior that is Lestat, Claudia’s entire monologue about Louis being a literal slave to Lestat in that old Louisiana accent. And not to mention the complete erasure of Lemuel after only a couple episodes.

It’s not working.

pairing: m jackson x black fem!reader

synopsis: you two went to disney land for yalls honeymoon, you two got a little carried away with “fighting..”

cw: I was reaching a flo state while writing, and wrote the n word, omg everybody gasp idk. (if this needs to be said I am black 🫩)

wc: 1030

╰┈➤a/n: so apparently him and Lisa broke the bed at disney. Probably for a different reason but hey … we’ll never know😭

era: mature michael.

Michael decided to take you out to Disney for y’alls honeymoon. You knew this was his dream honeymoon before you even said yes to marrying him.

He squeezed your hand tightly as you two walked through the gates. You gave him a light smile.

“Excited?” you asked softly.

He just nodded his head.

The whole day Michael walked, damn near ran ahead of you the entire time. Every few minutes he’d spot something else he wanted to do, immediately trying to drag you along with him. Excited to get on this ride, excited to see that attraction, excited to eat some random snack he seen someone else carrying.

Even if most of the rides weren’t something you would’ve picked yourself, you still got on them. It was your honeymoon after all.

Sometimes you’d get stopped by someone who recognized Michael underneath his most obvious disguise ever. One person asking for an autograph somehow turned into a whole line waiting for him. By the time it was over, Michael looked guilty.

“I’m sorry,” he said for what felt like the hundredth time.

“Mike, we’re at Disney. You’re signing autographs. That’s kind of adorable.” You just thought it was all too fun and cute.

By the end of the first day, you and Michael decided to stay at a hotel at Disneyland. The room was huge. Well, of course it was. It had its own small living room and a separate bedroom.

Michael immediately went to the room and laid spread out on the bed, looking exhausted.

You immediately took a shower. Once you were in there, you found yourself thinking about one thing. What could you wear for the special husband?

You got out and rubbed coconut oil all over your skin, wanting it to shine while also making sure you smelled good just for him. You looked in the mirror at your hair. You wanted to have it out for Michael tonight, but risking it looking a mess for another day at Disneyland was a hell no. A mess you weren’t ready to do.

You quickly placed a bonnet on, then slipped into some silky pajamas. A matching striped button-up shirt and some striped pants.

You wanted to look sexy. But you were also exhausted. So for the first day.. just something simple.

When you walked out of the bathroom, you saw Michael waiting. “Did you fall in?” he asked softly.

“Fall in?”

“In the toilet.” He laughed a little, making sure to tease on how long you stayed in the bathroom, gosh he was so goofy.

You rolled your eyes.

He smiled and held a hand out toward you, gesturing for you to come over. Once you did, he spread his legs and you found a spot right between them. He looked up at you while sitting on the edge of the bed, his hands resting right on your ass before wrapping his arms underneath it and resting his head against you. “I hope you had fun today…” His voice was quieter now.

You knew where this was coming from. Disney had been his idea. His dream honeymoon. He felt selfish.. but to you, you couldn’t find anything he could do better for this honeymoon.

“It was fun, Mike. Don’t worry.”

You reassured him, petting his hair. He immediately groaned at the feeling, showing exactly how much he liked it. You smiled.

Then your eyes landed on one of the pillows. You smiled evilly. Slowly backing away from him, you grabbed it.

“What are you doin—” The pillow slammed directly into Michael’s face. You couldn’t help but to laugh.

Neither could he.

The second you tried running to the other side of the hotel room, he pointed at you. “Where you think ya’ goin?” He immediately took off after you.

Halfway through the chase he stopped, grabbed a pillow of his own, then continued after you. He was fast too, hopping over the couch just to catch you. Shit, you forgot the nigga was fast as hell..

Eventually you slipped on the wooden floor in the living room. Before you could get back up, Michael grabbed your ankle and slid you toward him.

“Michael!”

WHACK.

The pillow hit your shoulder, he missed your face that time, then another hit, then again.. and then damn again. “Okay! Damn…” you yelped out, you then look up, giving your best fake pout.

Immediately Michael froze, thinking your pout was real. His smile disappeared on his face, his voice soft.. “I… I didn’t mean to—”

WHACK. “Don’t hate the player, hate the mother fuckin game!!” You yelled, as the pillow hit him right in the face. You took off running, making sure you didn’t fall this time.

His jaw dropped. “Ah…You sly thing…” he said laughing, but a little frustrated for falling for it. He was a sore loser.

You ran straight into the bedroom and jumped onto the bed. Michael followed right after you, climbing up there too. The pillow fight continued as both of you laughed harder and harder, neither one really caring who won anymore.

Then a loud creak echoed underneath you. Both of you paused. “…Did you hear that?” you asked. Michael shrugged. A few seconds later both of you landed on the mattress again.

And then.. a crack. A loud crack.

The left side of the bed immediately dropped. The right side tried its hardest to stay standing before giving up too. The room went silent.

Your eyes widened as you looked straight at Michael. He looked back at you with the exact same expression.

“…Ah. Well, Michael…”

For a moment neither of you said anything, then he couldn’t help but laugh. You wanted to think it was childish, but you eventually laughed at it too.

He grabbed one of the pillows and tossed it at you one last time. “Who cares if the bed broke?” he whispered.

“Me. I want to sleep. But you got money, so you got it.”

That only made him laugh harder. Eventually the two of you settled onto the broken bed anyway. You being the little spoon while he wrapped his arms around you from behind.

“I love you, angel…” he whispered into your ear.

A smile spread across your face.

“I love you too…”

"I had no idea that history was being made. I was just tired of giving up." - Rosa Parks

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