with his radio playing

One of the most satisfying things about witnessing Harry’s success is knowing that he’s a genuinely good person. Like we’ve seen time and time again how lovely and kind and humble he is, and how no matter how huge he gets he appreciates every positive thing that comes his way. For as long as he’s been in the public eye, he seems to have always understood the transcience of fame and commercial success and so has never taken any of the overwhelming support for him for granted. Even a few days ago when he was doing one of his radio interviews, he kept thanking the host for playing his song and having him on the show, and the interviewer let out a chuckle like ‘are you kidding me???’ and said “No, thank YOU.” Because he’s Harry’s Styles so of course being interviewed and praised should be something that he’s pretty used to by now. But after all these years, Harry still makes sure to stay kind and grateful and thoughtful about how he interacts with people around him and what he puts back into the world. Like there is something so wonderful about knowing that Harry is both tremendously talented and fiercely good-natured and that he’s someone you can just root for wholeheartedly. In case it isn’t clear, I’m so proud of him and I’m so proud to support him in any way I can because he is loving and deserving and so much the kind of person I aspire to be someday.

for @fauvistfly, who wanted something with pining and stiles being a singer

rated T, 2.3k also on AO3 here 

It’s four am and the diner is quiet. Derek finishes wiping down a table; life as usual, he’s alone, he’s at work, everything goes on as it does. He refills coffee for the two tired-looking truckers sitting at the counter and goes back to refilling the salt shakers.

The last time Cora was home, she’d asked if he and Laura ever considered selling the place. “Doesn’t do much business,” she said, trying to be gentle. Say it was okay to let go. But she’d only been a baby when the accident happened that took their parents; she didn’t have memories growing up here the way Derek and Laura did, playing hide-and-seek under the counters, watching their dad bake pies and their mom fill coffee, listening to travelers talk about their lives on the road.

Hale’s is fifty miles from the nearest town in either direction, a blink-and-miss-it diner still stuck in the ‘50s, right off the Pacific Coast Highway. The little town of Beacon Hills is an hour away, so almost all the patrons are travellers, people looking for respite from the road, on their way up to the redwoods or heading down to San Francisco and Los Angeles. There’s a little wall of autographs from famous people who’ve dined here; cowboys and starlets and authors and people Derek’s parents took a shine to. The diner is a historic landmark, not to mention it’s always been home to Derek.

So Laura manages the day shift and Derek does the night. It works out well; he doesn’t have to interact with people much. He and Laura were homeschooled until high school, and Derek had found Beacon Hills High School overwhelming with its crowds.

The radio starts a new song; it’s one of Derek’s favorites. He doesn’t remember the name of the artist, but it makes Derek feel alive. The song lyrics aren’t particularly sensual, but the man’s voice is— Derek shudders, feeling his blood run hot under his skin, and he imagines the warm touch of someone pulling him close, embracing him, kissing him—

“Can I take this coffee to go?”

“Oh. Sure,” Derek says, pouring the trucker’s coffee into a plastic cup.

They leave him a decent tip and are off, the bell jingling as they go.

Derek sighs, watching the moonlight dance across the ocean in the distance. He listens to the rustling of the trees, and occasionally a car will drive past the diner, lights blaring.

He turns off the radio and hums the song to himself as he sweeps up.

There’s longing here, of a love long lost, and Derek is lost to the song, to the memories it drags up.

Nothing but the sound of waves crashing on the shore, the white hot sun burning just beyond Derek’s closed eyes. He can feel the warm body next to him stir awake, and then fingers carding through his hair.

“Derek… hey. You awake?”

“Nope,” Derek says, and he can already picture it: Stiles leaning over him, his hair still wet, eyes bright with laughter.

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Pay attention to what Frank Ocean is doing because it’s the future

Trying to predict Frank Ocean’s movements these days is like trying to tie a bell on Waldo, or getting the jump on Carmen Sandiego. It’s been like this for four years, ever since Ocean began traveling the world to put together his last doubleheader of Endless and Blonde. However, despite the silence then, fans knew the general outcome: There would be an album filled with something R&B-like, and it would be dope.

Nowadays, we have no such sign posts. Ocean could come from anywhere at anytime with any kind of music. The freedom is exhilarating.

Ocean’s “Chanel” release Friday restarted the intrigue. No advance notice, no pomp, no circumstance — he simply played it during the second episode of his Blonde radio show on Apple Music.

Soon after, it popped up on the rest of the major streaming platforms, for his audience’s health and education. It didn’t “break the internet,” as surprises have been doing since Beyoncé’s self-titled — but it did something arguably more important. It signaled to the world that Ocean doesn’t intend to disappear again, he’s found a way to maintain his mystery and continue getting the mainstream to care about music that’s more multidimensional and mystifying than anything it’s exhibited an appetite for in the past. Read more (3/13/17 5:29 PM)

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Annabeth sleeping in on a Sunday morning (very rare for her but she's 3 months pregnant and always tired so she'll take the rest) and waking up to the faint sound of music coming from the kitchen. She goes to investigate and finds her beautiful husband Percy cooking pancakes with their beautiful 2 year old son in his arms, the two of them dancing as the radio plays something mellow. She stops to watch as their son periodically feeds his dad "booberries" and Percy peppers his son's face w kisses

(i want you to know that this killed me,,,im writing from beyond the grave)

their two year old, theodore, is wearing his favourite shark footie PJs which have blueberry stains around the sleeves and his collar. (it’s a laundry day anyway). he coos happily when he sees his mamma and is easily transferred to her hip when she leans in for a kiss from percy. (one of those easy we’re-gonna-do-this-for-the-rest-of-our-lives kisses which says hi, hello, good morning, and i love you all in one. it’s magic, really.) theodore feeds her a couple of booberries which she thanks him for before sitting him at the table. she makes coffee and percy serves them all pancakes and it’s just a really really great sunday morning.

Thought I would finally show you guys the Arthur toy I found at a thrift store a long time ago. The front pocket on his hoodie really works and I use it to hold spare change. He has a radio on his wrist that used to make sound or play music?? Or something like that it it doesn’t work anymore. I have no idea where he comes from but I thought it was worth a share

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I don’t see many naked dogs on this blog so I thought I’d submit my Doobie! He’s a xoloitzcuintli who loves sunbathing, sleeping under blankets, and playing with his best friend Henry the cat (hence his scabs, they play pretty rough). His talents include picking up radio stations with his satellite dish ears and walking on two feet like a person.

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A/N: Hello! I wrote something really quick, it’s not the best, but I’m not really a writer (and English is not my first language) but I wrote this because I love that scene when Clay finds out Tony is gay and I love sadness and vague things. Don’t worry happy things will come soon! 

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“I hope he’s still my boyfriend. He’s been pretty annoyed ‘cause I’ve been spending my time with another guy.” Silence.

“You.” Tony clarified for Clay.

“Oh. You mean with the tapes and all and not in a romantic way?”

“…Sure.”

Tony’s heart pounded as he hoped that Clay wouldn’t see right through him. Yes, he had been looking out for Clay all this time because he didn’t want him to go through this alone, but the truth was that he had always spent a little too much time with Clay.

Ever since they first became friends, it felt like his job was to look out for the blue eyed boy, but Tony had always done it with an open heart, it never had bothered him because this was Clay Jensen who we are talking about.

Clay who was so kind hearted, Clay who had lost Jeff, Clay who had lost Hannah.

Tony didn’t have the heart to leave him alone.

He wasn’t sure when it first started, hell, Tony wasn’t sure how he ended up feeling for Clay, but he was sure that they were feelings that he simply didn’t have for Brad.

Was it after Ryan? Probably. He didn’t think about that part of his past too much anymore. Tony had bigger things in mind and one of them was walking besides him to his car.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” Clay questioned once they were on the road. The silence between them was never uncomfortable, it just gave them space to think.

“I thought you knew.” Tony stated, like he had before. “I thought you just didn’t care.” He cleared his throat, looking over at Clay with a small frown on his face.

“I-I don’t. I’m surprised, but I don’t mind, if that’s what you mean.” Clay quickly intervened, but continued. “I just thought I was your best friend and this went completely over my head. I mean, you dated Ryan? How did I miss that?” Tony laughed softly at Clay’s confusion and questions.

“You were just too busy looking at someone else.” Tony said, his heart clenching a little. “It’s not a big deal. Nothing changes just because I’m gay.”

“But what if it does changes thing for me?” Clay replied, not looking at Tony. Suddenly he felt worried. Was Clay uncomfortable with this? Did he think that Tony would makes moves on him? He would never do something that Clay didn’t want to. All this time he was being careful not to scare Clay Jensen away.

“What does that mean? Are you against it or something, man?” Tony asked.

“No. Not at all. I just mean what if-.” Clay shook his head and reached for the radio, playing whatever tape Tony already had in. “You know what, nevermind. Forget I said anything.”

“Okay.” Was the last words as the two boys drove down the roads they had before. Tony was not sure what Clay meant, but he wasn’t going to push it. They could talk about it later. Jensen had a lot on his plate right now and Tony didn’t want to add to that, actually he wanted to take some of it away,some of that pain that Clay was holding inside.

It hurt watching the one you love suffer, they both knew that very well.

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Missing: Ronald Tammen, Jr. 

Ronald Tammen, Jr. was a 19-year-old student at Miami University in Oxford Ohio when he disappeared. 

On April 19th, 1953, Ron was in his dorm at Fisher Hall. At 8:30 PM, Ron went to the dorm Mom to get bed sheets that he had requested earlier in the day, then he went back to his room to study psychology. When his roommate returned later around 10PM, Tammen was nowhere to be found. The radio was playing, Ron’s desk light was on, and his psychology book was open on his desk. His wallet, clothing, and car keys were still in the room, and his car was in the parking lot where he left it. His money in his bank account went unclaimed. Though it was snowing outside, he did not take his coat. When his roommate found him gone, he originally did not report him missing because he figured he went to spend the night at the Delta Tau Delta fraternity where he pledged. He was finally reported missing the next day when he didn’t return. Ron has never been seen again.

This case gets a little weird as Ron had specifically requested new sheets because someone had put a dead fish in his bed earlier that day. A few weeks before, he went to a doctor’s office, and randomly asked to have his blood type tested. The place he was residing- Fisher Hall- was the former site of a mental asylum, leading some to believe something paranormal happened to him. Theories of Ron’s disappearance range from abduction to amnesia, to ghostly activity, or even his fraternity or the government being involved, but authorities say there is no evidence leading them to believe anything concrete.  

When Ron went missing he was 5′10″, and 175 pounds with brown hair and brown eyes. He had a muscular build, and was on the wrestling team at his university.

Anyone with additional information or questions regarding this case should contact Butler County Sheriff’s Office at (513) 785-1300.

prove it. (m)

a/n: i dedicate this to @wonhopes because she made me realize how much kihyun wrecks me. if it wasn’t obvious enough, it’s safe to say i’ve finally accepted it.

associated with this drabble though it’s not nearly as smutty.

rivals au; 5,490 words; smut, fluff; warnings: none.
↳ when all kihyun can talk about is how good he is in bed, you decide to shut him up by telling him to put his money where he mouth is. fortunately, you both learn a few things along the way.  

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If it wasn’t for the mere fact that Mrs. Fern told you who your partner was, you would’ve scoffed, maybe protested, or even blurted out a concise, “Fuck no.”

Out of all the people in the classroom, you’re stuck with him. Yoo Kihyun. The asshole with an ego bigger than Jeon Jungkook’s, and that was probably an understatement too. You can’t imagine the outcome of this, not that anyone can, but when you catch sight of his stare from across the room and a smirk spreads across his lips, you already glower at the possibilities.

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Valentine’s Day with Tom Holland would include...

Originally posted by tomhollandislife

N/A: Special headcanons to celebrate Valentine’s Day - I don’t write for celebrities usually, so please, don’t insist. Happy Valentine’s Day, I love you guys <3

  • Tom is young and tbh he doesn’t have so much experience on this whole dating thing
  • So on his first Valentine’s Day with you he decides that it’s better to make simple and nice things that he knows you will like rather than plan a fancy night where things can go wrong
  • He spends half of his day working with his Marvel team, once his next movie as Spiderman is in production
  • But he sends you tons of messages - which makes his manager and Kevin Feige call his attention to the meeting they were having a couple of times
  • “I’m so sorry, I swear I’m right here with you guys now”, he says, as you reply to his message, making him blush
  • Through the messages, he apologizes to you for working on such a special day
  • And promises you that once he’s done with work, he’s all yours
  • And that’s exactly what happens
  • Tom goes to his home and get ready for you
  • He puts your favorite shirt, just because he knows you will notice and smile
  • He calls you minutes before leaving, and says that he has a surprise for you
  • Which is a little gift that he knows you will love it
  • So Tom leaves his place, with the gift on his jacket pocket, and goes to your house to pick you up
  • He hugs you really tight when he sees you, kissing your lips a few times before saying “Happy Valentine’s Day, love”
  • Tom drives you to a small gig of a band you like - a place he knows people may recognize him, but won’t do anything bigger than just shyly wave at him
  • You sing every song with him, hugging him on the slow ones
  • Then your favorite song comes up
  • And Tom feels proud to sing it at the top of his lungs as he holds your hands and hugs you from behind
  • Once the show is over, you can’t stop smiling and fangirling about the band
  • “Did you see the guitarrist? He was freaking awesome! I wish I could play like that”
  • “Oh, so now you wanna learn how to play guitar?”, Tom teases you, and you laugh
  • He then takes you to eat something - aka pizza
  • And you’re the one who order the pizzas
  • “But I don’t know what you wanna eat, Thomas!”
  • “Anything is fine, love. Although I would love you forever if you order a pizza with a lot of cheese”
  • Tom tells you about his day, how he’s excited about the new Marvel movie, and how he can’t tell you anything about it
  • On the other hand, you tell him about your day, a little problem that happened with a family member, and how you were missing him
  • “You saw me two days ago, you must really love me”, he jokes, with that beautiful british accent
  • You and Tom eats a lot of pizza, laughing at each other’s jokes, talking about movies, bands, TV shows, etc
  • And yeah, it’s something pretty simple but ends up being one of the most incredible nights of your life
  • On the way to his car, he stops and buys you a flower from a lovely old lady on the street
  • “I’ve always wanted to do this”, he laughs, as he gives you the red flower
  • “Oh gosh, you’re so sappy!”
  • “Hey!”
  • Tom then buys some ice cream too, and drives you to your home (where it was planned for him to spend the night)
  • At your place, you put a playlist you made with Tom to play on the radio, while he takes off his jacket and get two spoons on the kitchen, for the ice cream
  • You leave him for a moment, to get his present
  • “Look, babe, I was going to give you this later but it’s almost 1am and I can’t wait anymore!”
  • Tom gets surprised by how big the box is
  • He opens right away, and you can see his eyes shining when he sees a brand new guitar inside it
  • “Holy shit, love!”
  • He hugs you and gives you a lot of little kisses - all with a huge smile on his face
  • “I’m now ashamed of how little my present for you is”
  • Tom gives you the box that was on his jacket, and when you open it, you see a beautiful necklace with a spider web as a pendant
  • “Not silver, white gold. And guess what?”, he says, and he pulls a necklace from inside his shirt - with the same pendant
  • “Oh my god, Tom! This must have been so freaking expensive!”
  • All the hugs and sweet kisses then turns into a hot make out session
  • Which turns into slow and awkward sex - your first time with him
  • And the night (more like morning lol) ends up with both of you eating ice cream and Tom singing an acustic version of “Say You Won’t Let Go” by James Arthur with his new guitar
  • All for you, of course
somebody else // stiles stilinski pt. 3

Summary: Stiles broke her heart and now she can never look at him the same. They remained friends, but she can’t exactly find it in herself to truly forgive Stiles and he doesn’t know how to accept her new relationship with the one person he can’t stand. Overtime, they both eventually got over each other… or have they?

Requested: no, collab with @minhosmeanhoe 

Warning: no, mature language & themes throughout 

Inspired by this song

Masterlist 

As soon as the bell rang Katalina breathed a sigh of relief. She couldn’t stand to be around Theo any longer and the confusing feelings she had developed for Stiles were messing with her head. One minute he’s starting small talk with her at a party reigniting her feelings for him and the next he’s acting like she doesn’t even matter to him.

She was relieved when she stepped into the library and was immediately engulfed by silence. Knowing that she still hadn’t finished her English paper, she took out her laptop and opened the document. She read over it again trying to think of how to strengthen her argument when her phone went off, causing multiple heads to turn in her direction. Quickly silencing the device, she rolled her eyes when Theo’s name appeared on the screen. Ignoring it, Katalina tried to redirect her focus back on her paper. 

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I'll Be A Better Man Today (2) - Reggie Mantle X Reader

Summary: part two to ‘better man’. reggie attempts to win his girl back, but it backfire spectacularly.
Warnings: mentions of bullying, like one swear word.
A/N: there will be a part three to this. the inspiration just flowed when i started writing, and it’s been a while since that happened so i’m going with it. hope you like it!

**

The week passed by painfully slow. Every day meant another attempt by Reggie as he tried his best to win you back. Tuesday morning saw him waiting outside your house in his Jeep, waiting for you. The car hummed quietly, the radio playing a selection of your favourite songs. You spotted him the moment you stepped out the front door. You froze, not expecting to have to face him just yet. He smiled cautiously out the window, and waved.

You turned on your heels and reentered the house. After a few uncertain seconds, he saw you leave - with a set of keys hanging from one hand. Without sparing him a second glance, you unlocked your fathers sleek silver Ford and got into the drivers seat, tossing your backpack into the passenger side, and starting up the engine. Reggie’s car blocked your exit; you met his gaze, expectantly. His face fell, and he pulled away from the kerb. You turned out the opposite way; it would take longer to get to school this way, but you took that route anyway. Reggie was in the parking lot, Moose by his side, and he waved again as you parked, on the other side of the lot. You walked towards the building, not looking back once.

But Reggie wasn’t ready to give up just yet. He waited outside your math class, and walked alongside you toward your english, and then sat down next to you at lunch. Jughead, Archie, Betty and Veronica looked a little surprised, exchanging glances, what should we do?

They didn’t have to do anything. You simply got up and left, disappearing into the large crowd of students in a matter of seconds. Reggie groaned and lay his head on the table. He glanced up at Jughead, and Archie immediately tensed. Jughead shot him a sideways look, but Reggie just left.

**
You weren’t sure if you were more annoyed or secretly happy that Reggie was, once again, waiting for you Wednesday morning. You followed the same routine as the previous day; ignoring him, getting in the car, ignoring him, driving to school, parking, ignoring him, and going to class. However, Reggie knew it was time to start stepping up his game.

He waited by your locker at eleven am with a cup full of your favourite coffee. You slammed the door; ‘I just had one.’ Reggie’s shoulders slumped, and he dumped the coffee in the first trashcan he came upon. That evening, he got your favourite Pop’s order and brought it to your house - after an extremely generous tip he convinced Pop to break the takeaway rule - and again, your dad had to open the door.

'Did he hurt you in any way?’ He asked you, later, as he devoured the meal meant for you. You shook your head, running your hands through your hair. 'No, not me,’ you muttered, looking down at the table.

'He seems like a sweet boy,’ your dad told you. He is, you think, just not to everyone.

**

Thursday morning, and Reggie waited for you again. You ignored him, again. Halfway through the day and the only gift you’d received was a handwritten note shoved through the open vent in your locker. It read 'you look beautiful today. love you, r x’. Crumpling it in your fist, you’d nearly thrown it away, but changed your mind at the last second, instead tucking it into your personal journal. You were wary; was he giving up?

No, of course not. Cheryl and Moose ambushed you on your way to science, and dragged you off to the gym. You protested, the whole way there, but Cheryl shut you up with a snippy retort about how much she knew you hated the class. The gym was empty, save for the entire squad of River Vixens, clad in their cheer uniforms, and Reggie, who was earnestly talking to Betty and Veronica. Both looked unsure, and my stomach clenched uncomfortably.

'Reggie! The guest of honour is here!’ Cheryl called, cheerful. The tall boy turned, a face splitting grin brightening his face the moment his eyes fell on you. For a moment, you almost smiled back - you forced it back, turning to the redhead on your left. 'Cheryl, what is this?’

'Sit, sit!’ She insisted, pushing you toward the bleachers and giving you a shove so you hit the bench, hard. 'Ouch!’ She rolled her eyes, and stalked back towards her squad. You climbed a few benches further up, Moose settling next to you. 'Do you know what this is?’ You asked, nerves writhing like snakes in your belly. He simply smirked.

'Okay, ladies! Lets go!’

Music filled the airy room, a high-tempo, upbeat rhythm, and the cheerleaders began to dance. You stared, not sure about what was going on. You could feel Reggie’s dark brown eyes on you, never once moving anywhere else. You kept your own eyes on the girls. The music quietened down, and they began to chant.

All the blood in your face drained away, embarrassment overwhelming you. The urge to cringe was almost painful; when you risked a glance in Reggie’s direction, he was blushing, a bashful smile on his lips.

'1, 2, 3, 4, who does Reginald adore?

5, 6, 7, 8, (Y/N), don’t say it’s too late!’

The squad finished their routine, bowing, Cheryl clearly pleased by their - or her own - performance, if the smug smile and flip of her long red hair was anything to go by. The music stopped. Silence stretched out endlessly; you could have heard a pin drop. Betty and Veronica were watching you - well, they all were, Reggie looked nervous but hopeful, Cheryl and the squad expectant. But Betty and Veronica were watching you with concern in their eyes. After a long moment, you stood up, shakily. 'That was really, really great, girls. Well done,’ your voice was strangled, and the hopeful look dropped off Reggie’s face. You headed straight for the exit. Footsteps followed - three sets, one you recognised as Reggie’s, the other two lighter, Betty and Veronica.

'Just - give me a minute with her, please!’ Reggie pleaded with the girls - you heard them sigh, giving in.

You rounded a corner, into the empty hallway. Reggie caught up with you, skidding to a halt in front and grabbing you by the shoulders. 'Wait, (Y/N), just talk to me-’

He was slightly out of breath, his hair falling over his forehead endearingly - you snapped. ’Talk to you? What do you want me to say? What the - what the fuck was that?’ Reggie cringed at the curse as it slipped from your mouth - you only ever swore when you were pissed beyond belief.

'I’m trying to prove to you how much I love you!’

You rolled your eyes; 'That’s not-! Ugh!’ Frustration hit you like never before, how could he still be so blind?

'Tell me what I can do, and I’ll do it, baby, please,’ he begged, trying to drag you closer to him, but you resisted, standing your ground.

'I told you! I asked you, a million times, to stop being such an ass to Jughead and everyone else you think is 'lower’ than you!’ You yelled, really losing your temper now. Not caring if someone heard, you kept going. 'You said you would but you never did! Is it really so hard to treat people as human beings, Reg? That’s all I wanted! I can’t date a bully!’

The words were like a slap to the face for the football player, the last one in particular. But he knew he couldn’t deny it; he was a jerk toward certain people, at this point, it was just a habit. He knew you and Jughead were friends, and, okay, maybe he was a little jealous of your friendship so maybe he had pushed the school loner a little harder than usual.

As what you said really hit you, you looked away and suddenly found more tears burning behind your eyes. You were sick of crying, sick of pining after Reggie. He wanted to know how to get you back? Well, now he knew. The ball was in his court. 'Get your shit together, and then we can talk,’ you said finally, firmly. You walked away. Reggie let you, still feeling guilty as he thought back on all the times he knocked Jughead into a locker, called him something nasty, even punched the smaller boy. He stood, alone in the hallway, until the next bell sounded out, and students poured from the mouths of classroom like prisoners from a cell. He didn’t even realise until the sea of bodies began shoving past him, and then he snapped back to reality. Turning, he slammed straight into the one and only Jughead Jones.

Automatically, he opened his mouth to snap at him - then, he thought of you, and closed it again.

'Sorry, man, that was my bad,’ he said, quietly, seeing the look of absolute shock on Jug’s face. His eyes widened, and he asked if Reggie was feeling okay. The taller boy laughed. 'Honestly? No.’ He shook his head and looked down. Discomfited at the sadness in Reggie’s face, he struggled to think of something to say - not for his sake, though. For yours, for his best friend.

'Look, man, if this is about (Y/N)…’ something like pain flashed in deep brown eyes and Jughead wished he’d bitten his tongue off instead of speaking. He shook his head, mumbling an apology. Reggie called him back, voice brighter all of a sudden. 'I think I know how to fix things.’

Reggie was planning something big, Jughead could tell. He’d known him a long, long time, and the calculating look that had replaced the sadness on his face made him nervous.

'Oh, no,’ Jughead said emphatically, 'why do I have a feeling this fixer-upper involves me?’

Reggie smiled. Yeah, he knew what he had to do.

This Sam Spade radio play is dreadful and kind of hilarious. His secretary Effie just asked how bad the storm he’d weathered had been, and his reply was “Restrain your feminine curiosity!”

what the fuck dude, that’s a weirdly unnecessary joke even for antique misogyny

Illusion (Lance Tucker x Reader)

Part Two

 i’m so sorry it’s really late i’m sorry. IT’S BEEN A CRAZY WEEK, PLUS AS I’M POSTING THIS I REMEMBER I HAVE AN AUDITION FOR HEATHERS THE MUSICAL TOMORROW AND I WANNA DIE OH MY GOD IM TERRIFIED. 

Warnings: NONE, Swearing? Shirtless Lance?

If you haven’t seen part one, here it is :) 

https://fuckmesebby.tumblr.com/post/159632355355/illusion-lance-tucker-x-reader


“Are you almost done?” Lance laid on your bed with his hands behind his head as you finished packing some stuff.

“Yeah give me five seconds.” You popped your head out of your closet before returning to folding the last of your clothes.

“You said that 10 minutes ago, we are going to miss the flight.”

“Stop nagging, you sound like my mother.” You zipped up your suitcase and brought it out into your bedroom. “Ok I’m done.”

“Finally.” Lance stood up. “Your bed is really comfortable Y/N. Should we get back into it?”

“I really hate you, you know that right?”

“Don’t kid yourself, you don’t hate me.” Lance smiled and walked out of your bedroom. You brought your suitcase out to Lance’s car. He opened the trunk and you put it in before walking to the passenger door and getting in. Lance’s black Cadillac was ridiculous but, it screamed Lance. Lance closed the driver’s door and turned on his car. The engine purred to life and the radio started playing. Lance had a playlist playing and the song Promiscuous by Nelly Furtado started blasting through the speakers.

“You listen to this?” You were holding back a laugh.

“Fuck you it’s a good song.” Lance looked over before backing out of your parking lot and heading down the road towards the highway.

The song continued to play and you found yourself singing along quietly. Lace would glance over to you every now and again when you’d say certain phrases. The next song to play was Starboy by The Weeknd

“You know, your playlist is very douchey, but It’s not bad.”

“Thank you? I’ve never had someone say my playlist is douchey but there’s a first for everything.”

You guys arrived at the airport and check in, sending your large suitcases on the way before heading over to the ridiculous line for security. The line took 45 minutes alone to get to the metal detectors. After an eternity and a half, you found your gate and set your stuff on a chair before plopping down.

“Do you want anything? I’m going to walk around and see what’s good.”

“If there is a Starbucks, I’ll take coffee.”

“Anything else?”

“If you stumble upon food, I won’t object.”

“Ok, I’ll brb.”

Lance walked off somewhere and you pulled out your phone, sending your mother a text that you were at the airport and what time your flight should land. She responded with an ok, and that she will have someone pick you up at the airport. You closed out your messages and put in your headphones. You played some music and put your feet up onto the chair, leaned your head on your hand, which rested on the arm rest. You closed your eyes and relaxed a bit, since you knew that you wouldn’t be getting much relaxation next 4 days. After a few minutes, you felt Lance’s presence return. You opened your eyes and saw he had a coffee extended towards you.

“Thanks.” You grabbed the cup and took a drink.

“No problem.” Lance looked over his shoulder towards the restaurant. “I forgot about food, but I saw the fucking hottest chick, I wish I could find a closet somewhere and invite her.”

You rolled your eyes and drank your coffee. “You’re ridiculous.” Lance had no response, except for the side look he gave you before drinking his own coffee.

The flight began boarding an hour later, once you guys found your seat you made yourself comfortable again, or at least as comfortable as you could on an airplane. It was 6am, so the plane was fairly packed for being an early 4th of July weekend flight. It had been a while since you’ve flown, so you were thankful that you wore shorts and a tank top, unlike Lance who was in dark jeans and a white t shirt.

30 minutes after taking your seats, the plane was finally moving towards the runway to take off. You pulled out a pack of gum to chew so your ears wouldn’t pop.

“Do you want gum?” You looked over to Lance while putting your piece of gum in your mouth.

“Sure.”

The plane lifted and took to the sky while you watched Los Angeles’ skyline become smaller and smaller in the sunrise. Once the light became too much you closed the blind and pulled out the book you had been reading. Lance took out his phone and headphones, putting them in his ears before playing music, he closed his eyes and crossed his arms.

You had made it about 2 more chapter into your book when Lance’s head fell onto your shoulder. You looked over and saw that he was fast asleep. You decided not to shrug him off, since he was going to have hell to deal with back home. You hadn’t made it past the end of the chapter before you had also dozed off.

You awoke to someone grabbing your thigh and shaking it slightly. You opened your eyes and were immediately met with Lance’s blue ones.

“Hey we just landed.”

You stretched and let out a yawn before gathering your stuff.

Your mother had promised someone would be at the airport to pick you up, but you didn’t imagine it would be a chauffeur. You exchanged glances with Lance before following the man to the car he had parked outside. It was warm on the east coast, but wasn’t nearly as warm as California. The ride to your mother’s was a short one, she lived in a suburb only 5 miles away from the airport. You had never been to this house, since your mom had only lived here for a year.

The house was ridiculously large, there was a half circle driveway in the front with, of course, a fountain in the middle. The car came to a stop before the door was opened for you and Lance.

“Well, here were go.” You looked at Lance and he winked down at you before grabbing your hand and intertwining it with his. The two of you walked towards the front door and you grabbed the handle opening it. The foyer was empty but there were 4th of July decorations up.

“MOM?” You called out, before walking out of Lance’s grasp and looking towards the kitchen.

“Y/N, You’re here already?!” Your mother’s voice rang out from upstairs. You turned around and looked at the woman walking down the stairs. You walked towards her and she brought you into a hug. Once you guys separated, she held you at arm’s length, giving you a look up and down. “You’re getting way too skinny sweetheart. We need to make sure you eat this weekend.”

“Mom, I have to be in shape for trials next week.”

“I’m still making sure you eat, screw your diet.”

“Mom, this is Lance. You guys have met before, but he,” You took a second before finishing your sentence, the words coming out so foreign. “is my boyfriend.” You walked closer to Lance and grabbed his arm. He looked down and you, slightly shocked by the contact. “Lance this is my mother, Y/M/N.”

“Oh yeah, aren’t you Y/N’s coach?”

Lance nodded, and looked at you. “Uh, yep. It’s great to finally meet you. Or officially meet you, should I say.”

“Leave it up to my daughter to get herself an older man, and her coach, of course.” Your mother rolled her eyes and motioned between Lance and you. You shifted where you stood and shot her a look. “You two must be exhausted, let me show you to where you’ll be staying.” Your mother turned around and headed back up the stairs. You look up at Lance and clenched your jaw before signaling your eyes towards your mother. Lance chuckled under his breath before putting a finger gun towards his head and pretending to shoot it.

You started up the stairs and followed your mother up towards a bedroom, she opened the door and lead you guys in.

“Hopefully this will be fine? There was bathroom through that door there.”

“Yeah it’s fine thanks mom.”

“Ok well I’ll leave you guys to get comfortable, I had Andrew bring your stuff up while we were talking, your suitcases are in the closet, over there.” Your mother walked past and closed the door after she stepped into the hallway. You walked over to the bed and fell onto it.

“She’s even more insufferable that I remember.” You laid your arm over your face. “How the fuck will we survive?”

“Jesus Y/N, When you said she was bad, I did not think she’d be this bad. Jesus fucking Christ. I want to leave, already.”

“No you don’t” You sat up and pointed towards Lance. “We are in this together now mister. The only thing that can give us solace is the fact that there will be so much alcohol in this house this weekend.”

“Now, that is something I can look forward to.”

Lance jumped on the bed next to you and laid on his stomach, burying his face into the blanket to let out a yell.

“Did I ever mention, I just fucking hate parents. I’ve had to meet so fucking many, and I hate, all of them. Parents fucking suck.” Lance sighed in frustration before standing up and walking towards his suitcase. “I’m going to take a shower.” Lance walked into the bathroom and turned on the light. “You’re more than welcome to join.”

“Ew, no what the fuck.”

“Your loss.” Lance closed the door and turned on the shower. You rolled over on the bed and closed your eyes. You hadn’t planned on falling asleep, you just wanted to rest for a second.

When Lance come out of the bathroom in gray sweatpants and no shirt on, he was running a towel through his hair. He looked over and saw you sleeping in your clothes, as if you just knocked out. Lance threw the towel over the chair and walked over to you. He went to your converse and untied them, before sliding them off your feet and setting them next to the chair before walking back over.

“Hey, Y/N Here,” Lance grabbed the blanket from underneath you. “Let me put this blanket on you.” You shifted in your sleep, gaining enough consciousness to help get yourself tucked in before rolling over and completely passing out again. Lance walked to the other side of the bed, sliding under the blanket and taking another look at you before turning his back to you and closing his eyes.

You woke up to the setting sun hitting your face from the window. You rubbed your eyes before reaching down into your pocket, grabbing your phone. It was 15 minutes to 6, and the party was at 6:30, luckily you didn’t plan on dressing up too much. You looked to your right, finding Lance, still sleeping. He was laying on his stomach with his arms under the pillow, face towards you. You suddenly remembered that he helped you under the blanket on the bed. Lance was always cocky in LA while he was in his element, but you were really hoping that he’d let his walls down and show a softer side the next 4 days.

You took the blankets off you and stretched, Lance stirred and opened his eyes. “What time is it?”

“Almost 6. The party is at 6:30.”

“I don’t wanna go to the party.”

You stood and walked over to your suitcase and grabbed the dress that you planned on wearing, and the sandals. You walked into the bathroom and stripped yourself of you clothes and stepped into the dress. You opened the door to Lance, standing in a white button up shirt, wide open, and his grey sweatpants still. He was looking down when you emerged, not catching the look of surprise on your face, a warmth growing in your lower belly. You shook it off and cleared your throat.

“Can you zip this for me?”

“Uh, yeah.”

You walked over to Lance and turned around. He grabbed the zipper, pulling it up slowly, his fingers brushing against you slightly leaving chills up your spine at the lost contact.

“They you go.” He put his hands on your shoulders, giving them a small squeeze. You ran you hand through your hair and went back into the bathroom to put on some light makeup and lipstick. You grabbed your shoes and walked back into the bedroom towards the bed to put your shoes on.  Lance was wearing grey pants, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows, the top buttons on his shirt, un done.

“I’m so proud of you, you’re not wearing red, white, and blue, or a track suit. I’m so proud.”

“You’re so funny. You know me, I like to kiss ass and make parents like me.”

“I really doubt my mother will like you, or me, or anyone but this fake life she lives.”

“Wanna bet? 100 bucks says I can make her like me.”

“You’re on.” You shook his hands while laughing and finished getting ready.

You were sitting down at one of the many tables in the backyard, drinking a glass of champagne when you felt the chair next to you move, and Lance sit down next to you.

“These people aren’t taking the bait.”

You laughed and shook your head. “Maybe they see through your bullshit.”

“But that’s not possible, I’m really good.”

You stood up, still laughing at the desperation in Lance’s voice. “Well, you can keep trying I’m going to find something stronger.” You motioned towards your glass before walking away and heading back into the empty house. There was a full bar lining the counters, with ending possibilities of mixed drinks. You decided to make yourself a jack and coke. You walked over towards the living area to look at the pictures on the fire place. There were some of Mark’s children and he and mom. Then in the middle, was a picture of you at your first Olympic Game. You were 16 and it was the same year you messed up your hamstring.

“I still remember when you won.” Mark walked up next to you and put an arm around your shoulder, kissing the top of your head. “I felt so bad that I could see you earlier kiddo.”

“It’s ok, I was tired anyways. Plus, I knew I would see you tonight.” You smiled up at him.

“When is your next competition? I want to try and get off work.”

“Um in 4 weeks is the Games, next week is trials so hopefully I’ll qualify and then I’m back to Toronto.”

“You’ll do great. I’ll even get your mother to come around.”

“Thanks Mark.” You leaned into his side hug and he squeezed your arm before walked back towards the kitchen. “Hey Lance, you treat this one well, she is amazing. Don’t hurt her.”

“She really is great.”

You kept your back towards the men, but smiled at the compliment. You heard Mark leave the room and Lance walked up next to you with a glass.

“So, does everybody love you yet?”

“No. I don’t get it; the east coast is fucked.”

You laughed and took a drink. “I’m sorry your ego is deflating.”

Lance just sighed and chugged the rest of his drink.

“Do you want another drink?”

“Yeah. Thanks” You downed your drink and handed him the glass.

“Anything specific?”

“No, not really.”

Lance walked over to the bar and you followed.

“I really don’t want to go back outside.”

“Let’s just explore.”

“I’m pretty sure there is like a movie theater down stairs. We can just watch some shitty movie and get fucking wasted.”  

“Let’s find it.”

Lance handed you the drink and he grabbed another bottle before you guys went to find the basement door. You found the door and went downstairs. There was a bunch of couches and chairs with a large screen and a wall of movies.

“So, I say we just close our eyes and pick a random one?” Lance suggested standing in front of the large shelf.

“Sure.” You walked over and pointed to a random disc. Lance grabbed it and took it off the shelf. The movie as called ‘The Covenant’.

“Well this looks god awful.”

“Yeah I’m sure there will be enough drink worthy moments.”

Lance put the disc in and you took off your shoes, sitting down and grabbing a blanket putting it on your legs. Lance took a seat by you and grabbed the bottle of Tequila. The movie was truly god awful and before you were even 20 minutes in you were already slightly drunk. Lance and you just made joke and talked shit about the whole movie. The worse character in the movie was the villain Chase, it was laughable and you found yourself just rolling your eyes and drinking whenever the movie became ridiculous.

Lance and you made it about halfway through the movie before you both knocked out. The movie playing out until the end as you guys slept.

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High and Low

this is for soma week 2017 day 1: confession! i asked for prompts and @whos-that-foxi-lady said: “maka being fascinated with the way Soul sings when he thinks no one is listening.” so here you go! warnings for swearing and mentions of blood and an accident.  


She’s hooked on the way he sings when he thinks no one’s listening. Dress skirt bunched up in her hands, she stands a safe distance away from his rolled-down car window, steeping in his voice’s melancholic highs and lows. The moments before he notices her and cuts himself off are brief but glorious and leave her heart full.

In this newfound silence, she offers a gentle smile and takes in his neatly parted hair, pressed blazer, and black bowtie. The vulnerability on his face is divine, a privilege to witness. Her fondness for him deepens even more than she thought it ever could. “Hey, you. You look nice.”

“Thanks.”

“No problem. Can I climb in?”

“Always.”

Sliding into the passenger seat is instinct to Maka, who probably knows the car better than Soul because she keeps up with its maintenance schedule for him. Together they’ve added roughly twenty thousand miles to the odometer during the last year he’s had it, going on day trips each Saturday, cruising the streets until curfew when one of them wants to get out of their house and needs the other’s company. Even when they’re deep in their own thoughts, they’re together, which is how Maka knows she’s needed right now.

After all, she only catches Soul singing when he’s fighting off an extreme emotion.  

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“I love you”- Stiles Stilinksi

A/N: I am the worst person in the world, I haven’t posted in ages but I’m on my school break and I’ll try to post as much as I can!! This is the longest and worst imagines I have ever written mostly because I just plain suck at writing, so I am so sorry about this disaster x lol

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“Y/N! WHERE THE HELL IS SHE?! YN?!!” Stiles screamed as he ran through the hospital frantically trying to find his best friend. Scott had called him and told him that you were involved in an intense accident and Stiles immediately made his way to find you. Scott heard his screaming and quickly stood up from his seat, meeting Stiles halfway down the crowded hallway. “Scott, please! Where is she?!” Stiles shouted trying to look over Scott’s shoulder to try to find you. Scott kept his hands on his shoulders to keep Stiles from disturbing you while you tried to get your rest. “She needs to rest, Stiles. Let her rest. The nurse is going to call us when she’s able to have visitors. We have to wait, okay?” Scott said calmly as he sat Stiles down. “How long is this going to take, Scott?” Stiles asked as he wiped his tears from under his eyes and some tears escaped his fingers and ran down his flushed cheeks.

After 4 hours Stiles was still sitting in the waiting room outside your room, constantly checking in on you from your window and repeatedly asking your nurse if he could quickly visit you, only for 5 minutes and repeatedly being answered ‘no’ or ‘you have to wait until she wakes’. Scott was falling asleep in the waiting room and Stiles told him to go get some sleep and he would call him when you awoke but Scott insisted he would wait with him. Most of the time, Stiles would just pace around the halls of the hospital thinking of all the things he had regretted. Like how he was totally in love with you and as been for the past 3 years, if you didn’t survive, he wouldn’t have been able to tell you. His one and only regret.

Y/N’s awake, you can go see her. Just be gently and quiet, she’s still a bit sensitive to loud sounds from the accident” the nurse said softly. Stiles jumped up from his seat and he knocked on the door, making sure he could come in but knowing you, he knew you would’ve immediately allowed him to come in anyway. “Come in” you said softly not knowing who was on the other side of the door. Stiles opened the door and you furrowed your brows. “Are you in the right room?” you asked curiously not recognising who the teenager was. “Come on, Y/N. You can stop with the jokes now.” he laughed relieved that you were okay.

“I’m sorry but I have no idea who you are or how you know my name but can you please leave before I scream for help.” you slowly sat up in your bed and gripped on your thin blanket tighter within each second that passed. “Y/N-” Stiles stepped forward and you started screaming. “PLEASE! SOMEONE HELP ME! HE’S TRYING TO HURT ME!!” a few nurses ran into your room and dragged Stiles out, asking him questions in the hallway and one nurse stood by your bed asking if you were okay or if you knew the guy who was dragged out of your room. No, you were not okay. No, you had no idea who he was but he knew who you were and you didn’t know how. You asked for a nurse for more information about the boy and all she said was that he claimed to be your best friend and it hit you, you couldn’t remember if you had a best friend, you couldn’t remember anything, not one thing.

You calmed down after a while but you were mostly just curious. If the boy and his other friend say their your friend, why can you only recognise the name, only the name. You slowly asked if you could talk to the both of them and if you could get any answers from them.

Stiles and Scott walked into your room and sat down next to your bed. “I’m sorry I freaked out before. I-I just panicked.” you looked down as you were fiddling with your fingers. “We asked if a doctor could give you tests and check ups for you, we are your best friends but you don’t seem to remember anything. We know there is something that isn’t right but we also want your permission for this.”  you nodded your head and sniffled, you were so confused about everything but you couldn’t do anything about it, you felt so alone. “Yeah, sure. That would be fine, I just need answers, I have no idea what the hell is wrong with me but I want to find out.” you looked at Stiles and he did nothing but wipe away the tears that tried to escape his brown eyes and you couldn’t help but feel responsible for everything that had happened, though you didn’t know what that was.

*2 hours later*

You did tests, so many tests and the two boys waited for it to end. Throughout the whole process, your heart was beating out of your chest, I mean, you were pretty sure the people in the waiting room could hear it. You attempted to relax in your bed, wanting time to go faster but you were shaken out of your daydream when your doctor knocked on your hospital door with what you thought were your test results.

You sat up straight in your bed and tugged at the sleeves of your gown and the doctor stood at the end of your bed. “We called in your friends back-” he looked through the different pages. “They’re not my friends, I’ve never met them before.” you stared at the two boys standing by your door. “Now you see, there’s a reason why you may believe you have never met them before. You suffer from amnesia, your accident caused it and it may not be severe and you will be able to remember everything if you surround yourself with your friends and maybe try to spend time with them. It will probably trigger your brain and help you gain back all your memories.” you sniffled slightly and nodded your head. “You’ll be alright kiddo, trust me.” your doctor added and he turned round to made his way back out the door.

When he left the room, you broke down into tears, all those tears you had been holding back came out, flooding your eyes making your vision unclear. You felt strong arms wrap around your body and you glanced up to see who was hugging you but instead you just flung your own arms around him. “Thank you, Stiles.” you muffled into his now soaked shirt. “Anything for you, Y/N/N.” you chuckled and slowly let go of the boy. “I’m guessing that was my nickname? cute.” Stiles formed a little smile and glanced back at Scott who was still standing by the door. You patted the space next to your bed and told Scott to come over instead of just standing there and he did exactly what you asked.

After 3 days of leaving the hospital, you spent all that time with Scott and Stiles and their friends. They took you to the beach, all of their houses, the school, the lake house. Literally everywhere but nothing worked, not a single memory came back and within every passing day, you kept losing hope and faith.

You agreed to go to Stiles’ house after having dinner with the ‘pack’ as Stiles wanted to talk to you. You obviously didn’t mind and you were on your way back to his place. You both sat in the Jeep and the radio was playing quietly in the background. “I’m sorry.” he quickly glanced back at you. “For what? Yu have nothing to be sorry for.” you stared out the window and you were picking at your thumbs. “I can’t remember anything and I can tell it’s driving you insane.” you sniffled and looked at Stiles as he kept his focus on the road. “Now, that’s not your fault, it’s okay if you can’t remember. We’ll just have to keep trying.” he stretched out his hand from the wheel and placed it on top of yours and squeezed your hand. “We’ll figure it out together.” you smiled at him and leaned your head on his shoulder. Stiles watched as you looked at the sky outside and he kissed your head and returned his focus back to the road.

Once you made it to his house, you followed after Stiles as he opened the door and motioned you inside. Before you could do or say anything, you were pushed up against a wall and he pressed his lips against yours. Stiles moaned as you put an arm around his neck and pulled the ends of his hair. “I love you, Batman.” you said between kisses. All the memories came flooding in, all your feelings for this boy mostly and all you wanted to do was kiss him and make him yours. You didn’t want to lose the opportunity once again. “I love you too, Y/NN. I’m sorry if that was all sudden but I just couldn’t wait any longer.” “ Me too.”

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Counting Up. . .

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Steve Rogers x Reader soulmate au

Prompt: A soulmate au where there’s a timer on your wrist that stops the second you meet your soulmate

An: This is the first part of a kind of series. I’m going to be posting a soulmate au for each of the other avengers…and then some. so just let me know it you want to be tagged for more

Steve looked out of the Valkyrie’s shattered cockpit window and saw that the white waste land below him was even closer than it had been a minute ago, when he last checked.

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Louis held Harry’s hand in his own as their eyes stayed locked together. He could tell how nervous his love was by the way he wouldn’t leave his bottom lip alone and the bouncing of his leg. As the first notes of his song started playing on the radio, live for the first time worldwide, Louis pressed their foreheads together, trying to keep his boy calm and make sure that he knew how much he was loved and supported. The bouncing of Harry’s knee slowed, a fond grin spreading across his face as Louis softly hummed along to the song, already known by heart. As the last of the recording played, they both had tears in their eyes and wide smiles on their faces, proud of one another for getting so far together and excited for what the future had in store for them. 

anonymous asked:

please write something about harrry and his gf meeting up at the airport after he's been on tour for a long time. that short video of him at the airport in la made me think about how they would meet up and can you make ti flufffy/cute?

Sorry darling for the long time, but I hope you like it! Enjoy it! I loved to write it and I had a little tear in my eye as I wrote it!!

lots of love as always 

E.xx 

You slide into your coat as you look at the clock, which is hanging in the hallway. A soft smile is on your lips, and you feel the butterflies in your tummy. Grabbing the keys, you look at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes are shining and your cheeks are red because you are nervous. You wear his favourite jumper and skinny dark blue jeans with your white sneakers.

It’s cold outside so you wrap your arms around your body as you walk towards the black Range Rover.

Every time you open the Range Rover, you smell him.  It’s like he is sitting on the passenger seat complaining about your style of driving with a cheeky smirk on his lips. God, you think of his lips as you slide into the driver’s seat. How long has it been since you have kissed his sensual lips? How long had it been since you felt his touch, his warm body, his arms which are your home?

With a sigh you start the motor; you have to wait until the gate opens automatically. It feels like hours. Why can’t the portal open faster?, you ask yourself, ready to kick the accelerator. Finally the gate engages with a deep wiry sound. Kicking the gas pedal, you drive out of the driveway and the gravel crunches under the heavy wheels.

It’s already dark. Only the street lamps give light in a warm orange. As you stop because of a red traffic light you thrum with your fingers nervously on the steering wheel. Your gaze wanders around and you see an old man walking with his dog. The dog walks slowly; obviously is he tired and old. You bend your head to the right as you smile softly.

The light switches, and you turn on the radio. His CD is playing and the corners of your mouth twitch. Elvis is singing as you rush past some houses.  You know you are driving too fast but you are so jumpy.  

As you arrive at your destination you look at the display. 20 minutes. You look at your phone, smiling as you read the last message from him, which he sent 9 hours ago. Sliding your phone in the pocket of your coat you jump out of the car. The airport is well-lit and you hasten into the building.

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