To mark the release of her new album A Seat at the Table, listen to Solange singing the first song she ever wrote. Plus a conversation about Rastafarianism, creative complacency, and her journey through pop and country music toward ever more honest songwriting.
Keith: cigarette lighter bc hes Edgy™
Lance: headlight wipers for his tears
Pidge: fold down seats on rear doors in truck cabs for the smols
Shiro: hand crank windows bc hes swole and wants the pump
Hunk: bench seats for optimal cuddle space
idk where this idea came from its just late and i thought of it ok ps its slightly nsfw towards the end
It was just another normal night in, you being home alone after opting out of a night with your roommate at whatever new club had opened up downtown. She would go out as often as she could, but the clubbing scene grew old to you rather quickly; it wasn’t as exciting or enjoyable–all the loud music and shady guys–as it was when you first started spending your nights out. Especially after Michael.
You had briefly dated nearly 6 months ago, and your breakup was generally mutual. He just wasn’t around as much as you’d hoped, and that’s basically it. The two of you were never together, so you never truly felt like a couple. There was no heated argument to end the relationship, no news-worthy tale of how he cheated on you leaving you heartbroken, no trust issues or empty promises. You still had a positive view on Michael, and he still liked you as well. But being exclusive with one another was really pointless.
And just as you had pictured, you hadn’t spoken since the breakup. Though nights when you just had on The Office, a cup of tea in your hands and cozy socks adorning your feet because of the colder weather, you missed the few nights in with Michael. You would be curled up in his arms and his head would be resting on your shoulder, occasionally pressing his lips to your temple and whispering sweet nothings into your ear, the two of you not paying attention to the movie on and instead being wrapped up in each other’s beings.
You were both so helplessly in love with each other, but fate just seemed to be separating you further and further, until you were completely forced away from each other. And just as quickly as you two fell in love, you fell out of love, but it didn’t affect you negatively like you had thought. You were fine, he was fine, everything was fine.
Things changed tonight, though.
After not seeing Michael for many months, he finally broke his silence. You didn’t think he’d be the one to come back to you, find you in the same apartment you lived in when you were together and be so relieved to see your face on the other side of the door.
There was a loud knock, disrupting your intense Netflix-binging you were already 6 seasons deep on, and reluctantly, you put down your tea and made your way to the door, pulling down your long t-shirt to cover yourself more since you weren’t wearing pants (like you actually wear them when you’re alone in the apartment).
Just as much as Michael was relieved that you still lived here you were shocked to see him standing there, his hair still a mess as usual and his lips parted, light pants falling from them.
“Hi,” He breathed, his tongue darting out to swipe over his lips.
“Michael…hey?” You said, more as a question since you had no idea why he had shown up this late. “What are you doing here?”
“Well, I know we haven’t talked in like forever, and I’m sorry about that, but I just have to stay here tonight.” He said hurriedly, nervously playing with the bracelets on his wrist.
“It’s just that…I may have upset Luke and I can’t exactly stay at my place tonight because of it. I have no other friends, and I wouldn’t necessarily consider us enemies so I came here.” He explained, his expression growing more worried that you wouldn’t take him in for the night due to his excuse.
You chuckled lightly, stepping to the side to let him in. “Yeah, you can stay here I guess. Should I just grab a pillow and blanket for you?”
“That’s fine with me.” He said, following you into your rather small place.
Running into your bedroom and grabbing a pillow off your bed and your throw blanket over the chair in the corner of your room, you threw the items on the couch. “I hope you don’t mind but I just gave you one of my pillows since I don’t have any others.”
“Y/N, I don’t care where your damn pillows come from.” He laughed, taking a seat on your couch. “Watching The Office again?” He noted, pointing to the TV.
You took a seat next to him. “Of course. It’s all I watch.”
“I don’t blame you; it’s a great show.” He agreed, leaning back on the couch and turning to you. “So how have you been? It’s been a while.”
“Good, I guess. I finish my studies this year which is cool, but I don’t really know what I’m going to do when I graduate. Probably find some boring ass job that pays the rent, since that’s where I’ll end up one day in my life regardless.” You shrugged some, looking up at him. “It’s not like I’ll have some exciting job like you where I travel the world and play to thousands of people a night.”
“I wouldn’t call that exciting…” He said, shaking his head at himself. “Wait I lied, it’s actually amazing. But it gets boring after playing 60 shows of the same 16 songs night after night and like 3 months total where I’m on a break.”
“Yeah, you’re life is so hard.” You teased.
He shoved your side playfully. “Oh shut up, Y/N. You know it’s not all fun and games.”
You nodded. “Yeah, I know. It kinda sucks, doesn’t it?”
“Not in the long run, but like, not having time to do any personal shit, yeah that sucks.”
He let out a loud laugh, and you couldn’t hold back laughing yourself. “No, there’s always time for that.” He said, making the two of you laugh even harder. “Can I just be honest for a second? I don’t remember the last time something like this has happened.”
“Something like what?”
“Just sitting with another human other than the rest of the guys or the crew and just talked. Like regular friends do.” He said, putting his hands on either side of his face. “Holy shit, I’ve missed this.”
Without a doubt in your mind, you meant the next words you spoke. “I’ve missed you.” And you didn’t regret saying them.
He nodded, the corners of his mouth lifting into a small smile. “Me too.” He chewed on his bottom lip. “Would it be so bad if we hugged just now?”
You shook your head, and without responding, you fell into his arms, clutching tightly to him. His head rest on your shoulder and you shut your eyes tightly, remembering how amazing Michael’s hugs were and how you could easily spend all day in his arms.
The moment the two of you pulled away, your eyes locked. His eyes were gleaming in the dim lighting of your apartment, a glimmer of mischief that you remembered so clearly very evident. And without realizing it, your lips had found his, effortlessly molding against his. You missed the feeling you got when you kissed Michael, how your heart would race and you couldn’t help but smile. He missed everything about you, how your touch ignited a flame inside of him that he felt only with you, and with each passing second he realized how he still loved you. And you couldn’t help but feel the exact same way.
You both pulled away, a little breathless and foolish grins plastered on each of your faces. His cheeks turned bright red and he scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “Was that wrong? I mean, we haven’t talked in months.”
“I dunno.” You sighed, looking down at your hands, now embarrassed that you kissed him like that. “Did it feel wrong to you?”
“No.” He said, shaking his head. “It felt right to me.”
“Me too.” Your voice was small, and you sat back on the couch. “But what does this even matter, with you still being gone all the time. And just like you said, we haven’t talked in months.”
“I’ve just been busy, but that doesn’t mean I care about you any less from when we broke up.” He admitted.
You looked up into his eyes smiled. “Me too.” You paused before shrugging your shoulders. “I’ve missed you so fucking much, Michael.”
“I’ve missed you too, Y/N.”
“So what now?” You asked, standing up and putting your hands on your hips, pacing around and shaking your head in confusion.
“I really want you. I want to remember what it was like to be so in love with you, and then I think to myself I never really stopped loving you.”
He reached for your hands, and you bit your lip. “What makes you think things will be different this time, though?”
“I dunno, Y/N. But I make a whole lot of goddamn stupid choices in my life, but I’ve never been more sure of this.” He said, edging closer to you.
You looked him in the eyes, letting your hands find his neck, your fingertips lightly grazing over the pale skin. Michael’s hands instinctively went to your waist, effortlessly tracing his hands along your curves; you took your chance at situating a leg on either side of him, sitting in his lap so you were straddling him. You softly connected your lips once more, the passion and eagerness now very evident in the kiss. A soft moan fell from your lips as his hands trailed up to your hair, running through the locks. Your fingernails dug into the back of his neck, eliciting a groan from him; you smirked at his responsiveness.
“I’ve missed you so goddamn much,” You sighed, dropping your head back as his kisses trailed down your jawline to the nape of your neck.
He hummed against your skin as he lightly bit the flesh, sucking gently on it. “Me too.” He mumbled, his lips finding yours once more.
Swan Dock by William Beem Via Flickr: This is my favorite view inside of Walt Disney World’s Magic Kingdom. Sadly, it doesn’t exist anymore. Disney decided to go on with some construction, which often means destruction of old favorites like the Swan Dock.