#13. used to really be into drawing floor plans (still kinda am but not nearly as much)

[sodacowboy]

every now and then I remember that collecting hobbies IS a hobby and that it is indeed my hobby

[tooyoungngolden]

Prompt:

34. “You come into my room, and wake me up at 4AM, to cuddle?”

36. “Is that my shirt?”

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Y/N couldn’t sleep. She’s been lying in her bed, surrounded by her duvet and millions of pillows for the last 2 hours just staring at the ceiling. Not moving, not doing anything. But most importantly ,not sleeping. Y/N sighs, turning her head she looks over at her phone, moving her hand up to tap on the screen, it reads 3:42 AM. She sighs again before bringing her bad back down to the bed.

The rest of the flat is quite, not a single noise can be heard- which is understandable considering the fact it’s nearly 4 in the morning- no noises are coming from the living room which is where Harry was when she came to bed, five hours ago, so she’s assuming he’s gone to bed. He’s probably already asleep, nice and warm. Dreaming away.

“Asshole” Y/N whispers into the quite bedroom. It’s not Harry’s fault she can’t sleep. Well, it is his fault, he just doesn’t know it’s his fault. She does though. Knows for a fact that it’s all Harry’s fault she’s currently wide awake at 4 fucking AM.

She sighs, her phone screen lights up the room causing her to look over at her phone again, seeing that it’s now a little before 4, she groans, pulling the duvet off her body and throwing her legs off the bed. She sits up, reaching up to her face and rubbing at her sore eyes, her head was pounding.

Y/N slid out of bed, not bothering to shove her feet into the slippers that sat by the side of her bed. She shuffles along the floor, reaching her door, she pulls it the rest of the way open, it making a small whining sound as it was opened fully. She shuffled along the hallway, down to the kitchen where she was planning on drinking a nice large cup of water or maybe some milk to see if it’ll help her sleep.

She gets to the kitchen, her feet automatically taking her to the cupboard where she knows her favourite mug was sitting- it’s one that Harry had brought her, it was ugly, it was a gross green colour and had a really badly painted cactus on it, but she’d used it ever since Harry had brought it home from his summer trip in Argentina. She reaches up, yanking the cupboard open and pulling out her mug, a small smile working it’s way onto her face as she looks down at the mug.

She fills the mug with water from the jug in the fridge, she doesn’t think that milk would made her sleep and honestly, she’s sooner have the water. Once the mug was nearly fully to the rim, she brings it up to her mouth, guzzling down the whole glass before she refills it again- this time she drinks the water down a lot slower than the first.

Y/N looks over at the clock on the oven, the small letters now read 4:07 AM. Her head sags, she doesn’t think that she’s getting any sleep for the rest of the night. She dumps her mug in the sink, leaving it there to be washed in the morning. She shuffles back down the hallway, pausing at Harry’s door. She bends down, resting her head on the door, another sigh working it’s way past her lips.

Y/N’s hand comes up, pulling the door handle down before she even realises what she’s doing, the door is clicking open and she’s pulling it open wider. She stands there for a minute, she doesn’t want to wake Harry up. She knows he’s been stressing about work lately, knows that his sleeping schedule hasn’t been the best as of late. She knows that he needs his sleep.

She’s still staring at him, standing there. Her feet shuffling on the floor. She moves closer to the bed, still not sure if she wants to wake Harry. She ultimately decides that she really wants a cuddle right now, and seeing as Harry was the only other person in the flat- she was waking him up.

She looks at him, his eyelashes resting against his beautiful cheeks, small little huffs coming out of his mouth every time he breaths out. She smiles, falling a little bit more in love with him in that moment.

This is honestly why she’s awake at gone 4 in the morning. The feelings that she tried, oh so desperately, to hide had finally wormed their way to the surface, forcing her to mostly acknowledge them, and here she was. Not sleeping, and staring at Harry as he slept peacefully in his bed.

Y/N bends down, hand reaching out towards Harry’s shoulder to shake him awake, she pauses. Not sure if she really wants to wake him. She decides that she does in fact want to and her hand makes contact with his sleep warm body.

“Harry,” she whispers, shaking him slightly.

He groans, not quite waking up but feeling that someone’s shaking him.

“Harry,” she tries again, her voice a little louder than it was a second ago.

He stirs, moving his body slightly away and out of Y/N’s grip, she follows him, hand still on his shoulder she tries again,

“Harry, please?” She begs,

He whines, eyes finally fluttering open and gazing up at Y/N- his kinda confused as to what’s happening.

“Y/N?” He questions, his voice heavy with sleep, “You okay?” He asks,

She nods, showing that there nothing wrong,

“Was’ the matter then?” He questions again,

“Can we… maybe cuddle?” She whispers back. Harry has to strain to hear her question, his mind still a little foggy with sleep.

He looks over at the clock sitting on his nightstand, the numbers reflect back 4:13, he squints at them. Making sure that his read the right before he looks back at Y/N.

“You come into my room, at 4AM, to cuddle?” He asks, confusion evident in his voice.

“I can’t sleep, I’ve been trying and I’ve done everything that I can think of. And you know that I always feel better after a cuddle, so I was thinking that if I came in here you could give me a cuddle and we’d fall asleep-“ she was ranting, she knew that this was a bad idea.

“You don’t have to, I can go back to bed… I’ll go back to bed, you can go back to bed.” she continues, her voice slowing as she finishes. She turns slowly, not wanting to stay in the room any more than what she needed to now.

“Hey, Y/N. Your fine. You can stay,” Harry was quick to answer. Not wanting her to go back to her bed where he knew she wasn’t going to be getting any sleep.

He was already moving over, his body hitting the cold side of his bed, letting Y/N have the side where he’d been sleeping. It nice and warm from where he was minutes before. She smiles down at him, lowering her body down into the bed and under Harry’s duvet.

“Thank you,” she murmurs.

“You welcome. Hey, is that my shirt?” He questions back.

Y/N blushes, her face heating up as she looks down at the very old, very loved band-t that she’s stolen out of Harry’s draw when the was putting his washing away after she was finished washing it.

“Yeah…” she whispers. Not turning her head to look at Harry.

He chuckles, pulling her closer to him so that every part of them was touching.

“It’s okay love, looks better on you anyways,” he says.

Y/N grins, the blush on her face getting slightly more red. She thanks the gods that the room was dark and that Harry couldn’t see a things that was happening to her right now.

“Thanks,” she whispers back at him, moving her body backwards so that they were as close as humanly possible.

“Thank you for letting me stay H,” she turns her head slightly as she talks, making sure that Harry can hear every word that she says.

“I don’t think I would’ve been getting any sleep if I had gone back to my room,” she mumbles the last part,

“Your welcome, you know that you can always come to me. Doesn’t matter how late- or early- it is,” he whispers back to her, his voice tickling her ear as he talks.

She sighs, this time it’s a happy one. Her body was relaxing, and so was her mind. She wasn’t thinking about her feelings at the minute. The only thing that she was thinking about was Harry’s arms that were wrapped around her and his solid body pushed up against her back.

She snuggles down into his pillow, her nose filled with the smell of Harry’s shampoo. She loves the smell of Harry. She always looks forward to coming home to their flat with it smelling just like the both of them- more so Harry than her. He smells like home. Smells like everything she’s ever watered.

With her mind slowly drifting off her body begins to feel heavy, sinking down into the bed she pushes back into Harry, she’s pretty sure that she can feel him press a kiss to her head just before she drifts off- she’s not sure though.

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The smell of coffee and what could potentially be pastries wakes Y/N, a little earlier than she wanted. She looks over at the clock the small numbers of 9:52 glaring back at her. She groans, hating the fact that Harry was always, always one to be up before noon- if she could get away with it she’d be in bed all day. She also falls a little bit more in love with him, knowing that he’s let her sleep in til nearly 10 without making any noise, fully aware that she was not a morning person.

Her hand moves over to where Harry was sleeping the night before, the bedsheets cold so she knows that he’s been up for at least an hour. Her hands come up to her eyes, rubbing them to get the sleep out of the corners she pushes her body up until she was sitting, looking down at the bed she smiles. She loves when her and Harry are together- knows that it’s always the best night sleep she ever gets.

She pulls his dark grey duvet off her legs and reluctantly heaves her body out of his bed, her socked feet hitting his floor she begins her way out of his room and down the hallway back into the kitchen. She makes a quick stop in the bathroom, using the toilet and making sure to wash her hands, she doesn’t bother brushing her teeth yet- knowing that Harry had made breakfast and coffee so there wasn’t a point.

She comes out of the bathroom, continuing her way down the hallway, she stops just before going into the kitchen, resting on the alcove- she stands there watching Harry as he moves around the kitchen, body completely relaxed as he goes about putting something on plates. The more Y/N looks, the more she notices that he had baked croissants, a small laugh works it way past her lips- he knows they’re her absolute favourite pastry.

Harry turns, his concentration broken as soon as she makes a noise. He looks at her, a smile stretching across his lips as he takes in her sleep wrinkled appearance,

“Good morning love!” He grins, “I baked croissants!” He lifts the plate, showing her the food.

She grins back, a small flush working it’s way back across her cheeks, “Good morning,” she murmurs, walking her way to the kitchen island, taking a seat. Harry places the plate down in front of her and she grabs one of the still warm pastry’s as soon as the plate was resting on the counter. Breaking a small piece off she shoves it into her mouth, a moan works it’s way up her throat as she chews on the delicious food. Harry stares at her from across the counter, his own cheeks flushing slightly at the sound she just made.

“Want some coffee?” He asks quickly, turning around to the coffee machine before she can see the flush on his cheeks. His picks up her mug, having already washed and dried it he pours the coffee straight into the mug, adding a little sugar he stirs the liquid, turning back around he places the mug down next the the plate. His grin back on his face as soon as he realises that Y/N was finished with her first croissant, and quickly working on her second.

“Hey!” He pouts, picking up his own pastry he breaks a little off, shoving it into his own mouth, “leave some for me!” His voice was a little muffled with the food he was chewing on. Y/N grinned, her smile getting larger as she watches him swallow his food.

“Shouldn’t have baked my favourite if you wanted any then, should ya?” She throws back, Harry laughs, pulling another bit off from the pastry making sure to eat this piece a little slower.

Once he had finished his mouthful he looks at Y/N, his smile getting slightly smaller as he looked at her, “Hey, Y/N,” he questions, “Are you okay?”

It’s Y/N’s turn to frown, her mind instantly going to what she could have possibly down. Where her feelings that obvious that Harry had noticed them?

“Yeah?” She puts the rest of her food down on the plate, reaching out for the mug of coffee that Harry made her she brings it to her lips, taking a huge mouthful so she doesn’t have to say anything more.

“Are you sure love?” Harry questions again, “You don’t usually have trouble sleeping?”

Y/N sighs, shaking her head a little, “Honestly H, I’m okay. It’s nothing serious.”

“But it’s something? Somethings wrong though?”

Y/N shook her head, trying to express that nothing was wrong with her. “No, no, no, H,” she repeats, “I’m fine! Honestly, it’s just a silly crush! They don’t even like me back!” She stated before she even thought about what she was going to say.

Harry’s face fell at the last statement, his face not sitting in a deep frown, “Oh, right… do I- em, do I know them?” He stuttered, his voice has lost all the happiness it hand minutes before.

“Yes…No. Wait, shit.” Y/N stuttered back at him. Her heart beating faster in her chest

Harry looked at her in confusion, his eyes squinted slightly. “Do I know them?” He repeats.

Y/N nods her head, her eyes focused on the mug of coffee in front of her.

Harry, shakes his head, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jogging bottoms. He looks at her, not saying anything for a minute, just staring.

Y/N’s debating on if she wants to admit her feelings to Harry or not. She’s scared, she absolutely petrified of admitting her feelings to him and Harry cutting her off. Of completely ruining their friendship.

“Yeah,” she whispers, “you know them. Well…” she doesn’t finish. Doesn’t know how to.

“Can you tell me who it is?” Harry questions, voice just loud enough for Y/N to hear him.

Y/N nodded again, slower this time. Still a little hesitant to admit her feelings out loud. Still hesitant to admit her feelings to him.

She doesn’t outright come out and say that it’s Harry, lord knows that she definitely wasn’t brave enough for that, she stands there, debating what to say before she decides on,

“They’re kind, and thoughtful, and he always pay attention to me. He helps me with everything I could ever possibly need. He’s always there for me, especially when I annoy him, and he never says no to anything I want. He always said that I can wake him whenever I want…” she whispers the last part, her voice going from being confident steam to barely being hear.

She lifts her head, looking directly at Harry when she states, “even if it is at 4AM,”

Harry’s eyes widen slightly, a small gasp escapes his lips when he realises that she’s talking about him. Him.

“You’re…you’re serious?” He questions.

Y/N nods, her head a little shaky after she finally realises she’d actually admitted the words out loud. She actually said the words to Harry.

“You like me back?” Harry asks,

Y/N’s still looking at him and it’s not her turn for her eyes to widen slightly, the blue of her eyes getting covered by the black.

“Back?” She chokes, Harry nods at her, the frown completely disappears and a smile stretches back across his mouth.

“God, Y/N. I’ve been in love with you forever!” He moves so that he’s standing on her side of the counter, hands reaching out as if he’s going to grab her.

Y/N stands up, pushing her stool backwards so that she was standing as well. She looks at him, her eyes filling with tears.

Harry reaches out, cupping her face between in hands. He grins at her, the creases by his eyes getting larger the more he smiles down at her.

She giggles up at him, her smile getting larger the more she looks. “You love me too?”

Harry nods his head, bending down that they were resting on each other, this was definitely not how he had imagined his morning going at all.

“I love you,” he whispers,

Y/N’s small little giggle turns into a laugh, she reaches up. Pulling Harry into a hug, wrapping her arms around his neck she shoves her face into his neck, breathing in the smell she loves so much. Harry does the same thing, lowering his head down so that he could smell her shampoo.

Harry pulls away a little, just enough that he was able to see her face, “Can you say it?” He asks, a smile still on his lips.

Y/N pushes herself up onto her tippy toes, her lips gently grazing against Harry’s as she whispers back to him,

“I love you,” her lips drag against Harry’s at each syllable, a grin on her face as she finishes.

Harry laughs, his arms wrapping around Y/N’s waist as her picks her up. Pulling her close to him, he gently places her back onto the floor and crushes his lips to hers. Kissing her for the first time, he falls in love with her all over again.

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There you gooo! Another friends to lovers!! I absolutely adore this kind of fic so I’m probably- most definitely- going to be writing more of these!!

Hope you enjoy! Let me know, feedback is always appreciated for you loves!

Request something! Pls, I kinda need more ideas what to write! And I’ll always try and write something for everyone!☺️

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Love, Dari🌻

[nerianasims]

Billboard #1s 1985

Under the cut.

Foreigner -- "I Want To Know What Love Is" -- February 2, 1985

One of the quintessential 80s power ballads. It's actually kind of interesting if you think about it enough. He's not in love yet, but he's gotten sick of not being in love, so he's asking someone he's in the pre-love stage with to show him. Though he's had "heartache and pain" before, and doesn't know if he can face it again. It's not consistent. I feel like it's a missed opportunity, but oh well. It's good enough for what it is.

Wham! -- "Careless Whisper" -- February 16, 1985

Oh my god I love the saxophone in this. The music throughout the song is so incredibly sexy. And this is the kind of song George Michael's voice was made for. He's totally capable of sounding both hot and in agony at the same time. I actually adore a whole lot of cheating songs -- mostly, though not exclusively, the tormented kind. Drama! Love! Sex! Angst! Gorgeous.

REO Speedwagon -- "Can't Fight This Feeling" -- March 9, 1985

<3. He keeps singing "r"s like a pirate, but he doesn't go as hard on the other consonants, so I'm good with it. Lyrically, this song sounds like it might be two songs mashed together. "What started out as friendship has grown stronger" or "my life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you." Well which is it? Except I've had that happen. I love this song.

Phil Collins -- "One More Night" -- March 30, 1985

This is a depressing heartbreak song without the saving grace of any of Phil Collins' neat drum stuff. Blah.

We Are the World -- April 13, 1985

Whoo boy. I was 8 when this came out. Obviously I loved it. All the kids loved it. Now, though... I'm sorry, but it's bad. Really bad. Many others have gone deeply into why it's bad. I feel acutely embarrassed listening to it, so I'm just running away from it as fast as possible. (Remember all those celebrities singing "Imagine" in their mansions in 2020? I blame this song for that.)

Madonna -- "Crazy For You" -- May 11, 1985

This is one of Madonna's most straightforward love songs. Maybe the most, period. This or "Cherish," and this is a better song. It's lovely. Like Olivia Newton-John, Madonna can act a song. (Unlike in most movies she's been in.) But what I'm thinking about now is learning in this article that her label wouldn't let Madonna release "Into the Groove" as a single. That song was huge. It was played on the radio all the time. If it had been released as a single, or maybe if Billboard had tracked songs then like it does today, it would have been a massive smash, definitely #1. "Into the Groove" is also the best song of her very early career. "Crazy for You" is good, but not nearly as special.

Simple Minds -- "Don't You Forget About Me" -- May 18, 1985

As I am "Gen X", I am supposed to deeply connect with The Breakfast Club. I was 8 years old when it came out. My life as a teenager was nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing, like that movie. I didn't recognize any of the "types." I liked the movie when I saw it in college, mostly, but the whole sexual harassment turns into a relationship deal was not seen as cool any longer. The "jocks vs. nerds" thing also felt very dated. The school in the movie was bigger and richer than mine, but it's a fantasy.

Anyway, though I don't feel much about the movie, its breakout song was really good. It does speak to a real fear both in graduating high school and during young adult relationships. I haven't forgotten the people I knew in high school, as far as I know, but obviously they don't have the same importance to me any longer. I'm Facebook friends with a lot of them. And very much not with a couple who were the most important then, because we grew apart -- or blasted apart. One of the nicest girls I knew in high school thinks there's a war on Christmas. Another keeps trying to get me to join her MLM. One of my best friends became my first boyfriend, and I don't regret that, but it was also a semi-disaster. And others... we just have nothing to say to each other any longer.

So, Breakfast Club: I don't connect with at all. "Don't You Forget About Me": Speaks to something very real and timeless.

Wham! -- "Everything She Wants" -- May 25, 1985

What a dick. Songs in which the narrator is a colossal jerk are perfectly fine, of course, but this one gets under my skin. He's whining about his wife getting pregnant when she's dissatisfied with their life and that they're broke. As if it's something she chose to do to him. She's stuck creating a whole other person with her blood and flesh, and he thinks it's all and entirely about him. I really hate it.

Tears for Fears -- "Everybody Wants to Rule the World" -- June 8, 1985

I can't hear this song without thinking of this Baldur's Gate fan trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jdd06d2nids. Speaking of which, I am incredibly excited for Baldur's Gate 3. I've been reading the early access reviews on Steam, and anything anyone is saying that's negative is stuff I don't gaf about (except bugs), whereas the positive stuff, I care about deeply. I hope it's got some of the feeling of that trailer. Um, right, Tears for Fears.

Honestly, though, it works best as a Baldur's Gate theme song. I don't think everybody actually wants to rule the world. It sounds good though. And pretty different from other stuff around it. But I like Lorde's cover better, and not just because it fits so wonderfully with all sorts of fantasy stories.

I usually play a paladin or paladin-type the first time in fantasy RPGs, but I'm thinking bard this time.

Bryan Adams -- "Heaven" -- June 22, 1985

He's been with this woman since they were young, and while they've broken up and gone through rough patches, now they're together forever and they're "in heaven." Bryan Adams knew exactly how to write a song that would become a hit. I used to not mind it at all, but it also means nothing to me. The chorus is catchy as hell though. So catchy that I ended up waking up with it in my head and it would not leave for hours and hours, so now I resent this song.

Phil Collins -- "Sussudio" -- July 6, 1985

I refuse to believe anyone ever told Phil Collins he was too young. He was born middle-aged. Anyway, the narrator isn't supposed to be him, so it's fine, but it's still kinda funny. He's got a crush on someone who doesn't even know his name, but "she's all I need all of my life." Um. The music is repetitive, the drums aren't as interesting as Phil Collins at his best, and I don't like the lyrics. I don't hate it, but I don't like it either.

Duran Duran -- "View to a Kill" -- July 13, 1985

I'm not sure I've ever heard this song before. It's about as good a song as the Bond movie they wrote it for was as a movie. In other words, it's bad. I'm not even sure there's a melody. Just a mess. "Ordinary World" would have made a far better Bond theme, but of course that was the 90s, when Duran Duran decided to try to make sense both lyrically and musically.

Paul Young -- "Every Time You Go Away" -- July 27, 1985

I like the high keyboard notes in this. They're sort of haunting. The rest of the song is musically pretty good, too. Lyrically though, it's only passable. This woman keeps leaving him every time "the leading man" shows up, so I guess he's the backup. Why does he keep waiting for her anyway? There's no hint in the song. I'm kind of embarrassed for him.

Tears for Fears -- "Shout" -- August 3, 1985

I think "Everybody Wants to Rule the World" is a better song than this one when done by Lorde. But I think "Shout" is a better song than Tears for Fears' original iteration of "Everybody Wants to Rule the World." The chorus seems clear enough. But the verses are not. "They gave you life/ And in return you gave them hell" makes sense in isolation, but then there's a bunch of stuff that doesn't go with it. Like "I'd really love to break your heart" -- wtf? But the music is really good. 

Huey Lewis and the News -- "The Power of Love" -- August 24, 1985

This was the big song for Back to the Future, and it meshed beautifully with the movie, but it doesn't need that association to be a great song. "Don't need money, don't take fame/ Don't need no credit card to ride this train/ It's strong and it's sudden, it can be cruel sometimes/ But it might just save your life." Yep. It's sort of Motown, sort of rock, and I love it. (Also: "Stronger and harder than a bad girl's dream." Heh.)

John Parr -- "St. Elmo's Fire" -- August 24, 1985

Of all the John Hughes movies I have not seen and do not plan to see, St. Elmo's Fire sure is one of them. The song is about a disabled man who inspired people by rolling himself cross-country in his wheelchair for charity, which has absolutely nothing to do with the movie. I'm disabled, and I just... okay look, what he did was admirable. But we shouldn't have to be inspirations to be counted as worthwhile, and I've been told I should die because I can't produce for capitalism, so you know. I've got some personal issues with this and I'm gonna move along.

Dire Straits -- "Money for Nothing" -- September 21, 1985

This is not Dire Straits' best song, but it's an awfully fun one. I watched the video tons when I was a kid. (That sound is Tipper Gore falling to the floor in a dead faint.) The music is great rock. And the lyrics are very true-to-life. You can either sanitize people or present them as they are honestly, and I know which I prefer.

Ready for the World -- "Oh Sheila" -- October 12, 1985

The band's from Michigan. The English accent at the beginning of the song is fake. That's a good preview for the song, which sounds like a 3rd-rate Prince knockoff at best. Blech.

a-ha -- "Take On Me" -- October 19, 1985

The video totally ripped off one of my aunts. Somehow or other, they saw into the little comic she drew for me about someone going into a land of drawings to rescue someone else in a romantic adventure, years before 1985. Anyway, this song is great musically, massively synthesizer heavy without sounding artificial. Though I can only understand maybe a third of the lyrics as he sings them. I've always understood "It's no better to be safe than sorry" though. Yep, at least when it comes to romance, which is what they're singing about here.

Whitney Houston -- "Saving All My Love for You" -- October 26, 1985

It's not better to be safe than sorry, but that doesn't mean it's good to be an absolute idiot in matters of romance either. Nor is it good to be a colossal jerk. That's what the narrator is here -- the "you" she's singing to is married. And he won't leave his wife and children, though he used to say he would. The lyrics seem to say that's she's accepted the situation, but the way Houston sings it, I think the narrator's trying to get him to leave his wife -- and children -- for her still. This makes sense, as it puts some kind of passion and sense of story into the song, which without Houston's singing would not be there. The narrator certainly never acknowledges that what she's doing is wrong in the slightest iota. This song could be done in a way that works. But it's a completely sincere ballad. So, no. I despise the narrator, I despise the man she's singing to more, and the whole thing leaves me feeling gross.

Stevie Wonder -- "Part Time Lover" -- November 2, 1985

No one's thinking anyone's gonna leave anyone in this one. It's about cheating, and the thrill of it, but then at the end, he's found out his wife's cheating on him too. "I guess that two can play the game/ Of part-time lovers." This kind of funk groove is one way you make a song like this. It makes the whole thing sexy and fun, and the lyrics also work even beyond that ending, because they acknowledge it's wrong.

Jon Hammer -- "Miami Vice Theme" -- November 9, 1985

My parents didn't watch Miami Vice. And then I never felt like watching it in re-runs when I got older. I don't recognize this song. It's an energetic instrumental, but there's so much going on, I keep trying to figure out if there's a main musical idea anywhere. Nope. Just lots and lots of synth. Headache-inducing.

Starship -- "We Built This City" -- November 16, 1985

Blech. This song sounds both unfinished and overproduced somehow. The chorus seems designed to be catchy with absolute ruthlessness by people who didn't really care, and no one involved even seems to want to bother to fake it.

Phil Collins & Marilyn Martin -- "Separate Lives" -- November 30, 1985

This is supposed to be heart-wrenchingly sad. Well, it does tank my dopamine, but that's not what a good sad song does. A good sad song makes you feel better. This one makes me need to turn on something high-energy after about 30 seconds, before I sink into bleakness. It's aggressively boring.

Mr. Mister -- "Broken Wings" -- December 7, 1985

This was one of the first songs I recorded from the radio. On my pink tape deck/radio that was a sort of a mini boom box. I've always had my own tape player since I can remember, but that was a definite upgrade from the Sesame Street one. I was 9 then, so getting more seriously into music and developing my own taste intentionally, rather than simply absorbing what was happening around me.

Anyway, the song. It's about a relationship in trouble, and he wants to stay with her. To me it sounds like she has been so seriously hurt (and not by him), that she can't trust anyone, and he's laying himself on the line for her. That has spoken to me deeply ever since I first heard the song as a child. Moving on to the music: While the lyrics are repetitive, the music is not, which is what makes the song so good. It's a beautiful song.

Lionel Richie -- "Say You, Say Me" -- December 21, 1985

I look forward to Lionel Richie no longer being on the charts. This song was on the soundtrack of some movie I've never heard of. I wish I'd never heard of the song. Totally artificial glop.

BEST OF 1985: "Don't You Forget About Me" by Simple Minds  WORST OF 1985: "We Built This City" by Starship

[b-rainlet]

Totally Crazy AU Idea feat. Time Travel Shenanigans

TUA AU where they prevent the apocalypse by tinkering around in the past and then come back to the Future

BUT of course it’s not that easy because they come back to the Future….changed

Last time Five time travelled and ended up in his 13 year old body with a 58 year old consciousness

This time around it’s worse

Everyone - except Diego - has just gone completely wild. Different ages everywhere.

And not only are they stuck being a younger/older version of themselves, their minds actually adapted to that change

Highlights include (going from oldest to youngest):

A 70? 80? Old Five, who spends most of his time sitting in a chair by the window and sleeping

The only person who could potentially know how to fix this mess fucking. sleeping. the whole day

Diego tries to talk to him in the rare moments when Five’s awake but there’s nothing even remotely useful coming out of his mouth

“Five, I need you to help me change you back to your old bodies.” - “Is there going to be cake? I like cake. My wife used to back a delicious cherry pie...I wonder where she is…..” - “Five you’ve never been married.” - “You remind me of my youngest son….He is an architect. He never visits, that ungrateful idiot. But you’ll visit me, right?” - “....Sure I’ll visit you.”

It’s a fucking nightmare and that’s not even counting the awful times Diego had to give Five a bath

(He tried to ignore that but at some point the smell just got bad. Diego hopes that as soon as Five changes back he’s gonna be on his knees, praising Diego’s kindness)

(He also hopes they never ever talk about this)

Sometimes Five will get up and walk around the house looking for Delores and Diego actually found him napping on the floor in the attic

Most of the time he sleeps though and Diego is quite grateful for that because he’s actually the least of his problems

There’s also 17 year old Vanya being in her rebellious phase, going out to party and cracking the music just that teeny bit higher when Diego tells her it’s too loud

“Is that a hickey?! Who did this?” - “I dunno.” - “You don’t remember???” - “There were multiple people.” - “Multiple People?!”

The cliche “You’re not my real Dad!” but it’s mostly “As your big brother…” - “You’re not my brother! We’re just adopted siblings!”

Vanya - as the only one old enough to have any kind of responsibility in this situation - just not giving a fuck about the age problem

“We need to come up with a plan!” - “I don’t give a fu-” - “Language! Think of the fucking children!”

Also emo Vanya and Diego tries to explain how all of this happened and that he believes that maybe the commission knows how to help

“Wait I destroyed the world?”  “...Yes.” - “Good.”

He doesn’t elaborate how she destroyed the world though but with the current rage she’s constantly carrying around with her…..she really doesn’t need to use her powers

Also: Diego still having to do his whole vigilante gig and Vanya not really feeling the whole Babysitting thing

“That’s your baby brother!” - “I didn’t choose to have one though.” “I fucking didn’t choose this either Vanya, are you fucking kidding me-”

Catch Vanya coming down to - slightly burned - breakfast in black eyeliner and leather pants, wearing Reggie’s monocle even though she can’t see shit with it

“Aren’t you supposed to practise the violin?” - “Aren’t you supposed to grow up and get an actual job?”

Diego doing some good old depression drinking when it’s all getting too much and Vanya just swooping in to drink with him

“This is all getting wayyy over my head, I have no idea what to do.” - “Uh-huh.” - “That’s why you need to help a bit more…-wait, are you drinking Vodka? You’re underage!” - “Don’t derail the conversation now, big bro. We were just making progress!”

There’s at least one instance where Diego says. “Young Lady!” in a really stern voice and then immediately has Reginald’s face flashing in front of his eyes and a impromptu crisis about becoming like him

13 year old Luther who is obsessed with becoming a vet and starts a secret animal shelter in the house that’s not at all secret

“Luther, why’s your jacket moving?” - “I...don’t know?”

“Luther, did your backpack just bark?” - “Nooooo, I-uh, I sneezed.”

(He’s a really bad liar)

Diego frequently stumbles over animals just, fucking, laying in the middle of the hallway

He once nearly stepped on a tortoise

He did step on a caterpillar

Luther’s still looking for it

One time, Luther managed to smuggle a pinguin into the academy

A real life pinguin

Out of the zoo

(Diego is convinced Vanya helped Luther just to fuck with him)

He’s also obsessed with space and convinced that he’s gonna develop the ability to fly next to his super strength

They’ve been in the ER for several hours because Klaus convinced Luther that maybe he could trigger his ‘second super power’ by jumping of the shed

(It didn’t work)

“Who on earth would jump down the shed without at least something soft to land on? Have you ever heard of safety regulations?” - “I had a parachute in case things went wrong!” - “You had an umbrella. It had holes.”

Luther slips up once and calls Diego ‘Dad’ and then panics so hard he forgets to breathe

He nearly faints and Vanya laughing at the whole situation really doesn’t make things better

“You do realize that I am not your Father, right? I’m your big brother.” - “Yeah, of course, sure, youß My Dad? Ridiculous, I’m gonna head to my room now, bye Dad-Diego! Diego! Not Dad!”

At least Luther is kinda a normal kid, not at all like Klaus

10 year old Klaus who still can see ghosts and is fucking terrified of them

They’re everywhere

And Diego honestly has no idea what to do with him or how to help

Klaus is afraid that the ghosts will hurt him when he doesn’t watch them constantly, so he tries not to sleep

By 6 pm, Klaus has already downed three coffees and several cheap energy drinks

Diego tried to limit his supply by taking away his stash under the bed but that only made Klaus more creative with his hiding spots

They’re behind the bookshelf in the living room, in the dusty cookie jar in the kitchen, under a loose floor panel under the table, under Diego’s bed, hidden in the ventilation system…..

Soon as Diego finds one spot, Klaus has another one at the ready

“Maybe they won’t spook you anymore if you just..stand up to them.” - “How?” - “Just, you know, scream at them. Go all out, scream ‘Go away’ at the top of your lungs, show them you’re the one in charge.”

But Klaus is too shy for that

He has braces and due to that, he has a slight lisp

He doesn’t really like talking

He does like making trouble with his brother though when the ghosts aren’t as close

They once stuck a magnet to Klaus braces and then couldn’t get it off again

Diego’s second visit in the ER

Klaus managed to somehow rip out part of it and the wires got stuck in his cheek and slashed it open

Third Visit

There was also that brief stint where Vanya pierced Klaus’ ear. Herself. Because Diego really is the only responsible person around here

Fourth Visit

‘That’s a lot of work!’ you say? Apparently the universe thinks it’s not enough because there are still the two youngest left! Please someone save Diego from this suffering, he never wanted to be a single Dad

There is sweet and cute 5 year old Allison…..

…..who is a brat when she doesn’t get her way

“I want ice cream.” - “All shops are closed now, you should’ve said something sooner.” - “I want ice cream!” - “Well you’re not getting any. And that’s ‘please’ and ‘I would like some ice cream’ not ‘I want ice cream’.” - “I. Want. ICE CREAM.”

Cue a screaming fit, complete with throwing herself down and banging her little fists against the floor

And occasionally looking up to see whether Diego is still watching all the hard work Allison is putting into this. He gets why she’s an actress now

(He may have ended up buying her some goddamn ice cream at the overpriced petrol station one town over. She nibbled at it and the gave it back to him because she ‘wasn’t hungry’)

Diego’s gonna fucking lose it if he has to do this any longer

But she can also be really sweet, playing calmy with her dolls or drawing him pictures

“Look!” - “Oh wow! You drew a….an elephant! Beautiful!” - “That’s not an elephant silly, that’s you!” - “Oh. Of course. How could I not see that?”

He may have cried a little when she gave him a picture of their family, sorted from oldest to youngest, all of them holding hands

”Why am I wearing a cape?” - “Because you’re our hero.”

It’s a good thing that Allison never uses her powers in arguments - the only thing Diego is glad Reginald drilled into her at a young age already - but that doesn’t mean that she doesn’t use it at all

She uses it, alright

“Allison, for the love of god, stop constantly changing your hair colour. I like your hair just as it is.”

“Allison! Stop making the cat fly! And Luther, stop letting stray cats inside the house!”

“Allison! Stop turning your Oatmeal into chocolate! No, you can’t turn Klaus’ Oatmeal into chocolate either! Don’t turn anyone’s Oatmeal into chocolate!”

“Allison, stop turning yourself invisible when you’re playing tag. You know it freaks Luther out and you don’t wanna make him cry again, do you?”

But the greatest challenge of them all may be Ben

(It’s definitely Ben)

See, taking care of a Baby is already hard enough when it’s just a Baby, but a Baby with literal tentacles coming out of their body?

Ben is a quiet kid, let him sleep and - much like Five - he’ll spend his days like that

When he’s awake, play a bit with him, talk to him not at all in baby voices, Diego would never do that, no matter what Vanya claims to have seen

Try not to worry too much about the Tentacles that are constantly out (Is that normal? Were they constantly out the first time Ben had been a Baby? Should Diego like, try to stuff them back in? Would that be a good idea? Probably not)

Ben has killed people with them for fuck’s sake, but they mostly seem interested in wrapping themselves around Diego’s hand and holding on while Ben sucks on his pacifier

(The wiggly boys are kinda cute, in a weird, disturbing way)

Well, as long as they don’t-

“Luther! Get the cat before the tentacles get her! And stop letting stray cats in!”

There are only two rules concerning Ben and his...Bentacles:

Don’t scare or startle him

Diego found this out the hard way when he played peek-a-boo with Ben and was rewarded by having ink splashed into his face

Smelly Ink

Glowing Smelly Ink

Green Glowing Smelly Ink

(He spent two hours in the bathroom. In the meantime, Klaus nearly set the Kitchen on Fire and Vanya sneaked out despite being grounded to dramatically drive away with her girlfriend of the week)

So, don’t startle Ben if you don’t wanna be covered in gross stuff, noted

All is well

Then, Ben gets a cold

Which means he is more whiny than usual and barely sleeps, keeping Diego up all night

But cool, Diego could live with that

If it wouldn’t mean that Ben sneezes

A lot

And the Bentacles sneeze too

The walls of Ben’s room are soaking in ink, it’s dripping from the fucking ceiling and Diego can’t even leave because he’s afraid Ben’s gonna think he left him at the worst time of his life, but he also can’t take Ben into another room because he’d only ruin that one too…..

And Diego spending so much time with Baby Ben is making Allison jealous and Vanya hates being forced to stay around and watch over her little siblings because Diego has his hands full with the Bentacles and it only makes both of them more moody and snappy towards each other…….

It’s a long week for everyone involved

Rule Number Two, maybe the most important one:

Never. Ever. Take his Blankie

And he means never

(Thank fuck that he had pushed Allison out of the way, he still has a massive bruise on his shoulder from being thrown against the cupboard)

Basically, give me this family drama movie about Diego somehow becoming a single Dad to super children

With guest appearances such as:

Eudora, who is actually never physically there

But Diego phones her all the time because he’s freaking out

She categorically refuses to go play happy family with him, there’s no way she’s gonna get involved with that….mess

“Dora, could you come over to-” - “No.”

“Patch, there’s an emergency I need to-” - “No.”

“Could you maybe watch over Ben? Just for an hour?” - “I don’t know how to handle kids. I’m an only child.” - “I met your two brothers??”

Diego phones her and gets send to voice message and it’s just Eudora saying “Whatever it is Diego, the answer is no.”

Diego also keeps calling her to ask her really ridiculous questions about children

“Hypothetically….a kid wouldn’t actually die from swallowing a bunch of buttons, right?” - “A bunch? How does that kinda accident happen?” - “....Maybe it wasn’t an accident…..”

“Do you think it’s okay to curse in front of Babies? They don’t actually understand you, right?” - “Diego, I swear to God, it’s three am. I will kick your ass.”

Grace, who is somehow conveniently malfunctioning right when Diego would need her the most and who just….forgot how to take care of children

And how to not endanger them

Diego catched her giving Klaus tips on how to properly light things up (“Because you wanna make a big fire, honey, don’t you?”)

She basically does what the kids ask her to without any kind of regulation

They had cake for breakfast, lunch and dinner for one week straight before Diego forbid her to cook and took over that task himself

(Now, stuff may be slightly burned but at least healthy)

She helped Luther when he hid from Diego because he refused to take a bath, lying to Diego’s face - to his face - that she had no idea where Luther could be

She actually disfigures her arm so the Bentacles can play with it (!)

She gave Allison scissors because she wanted to cut her hair (!!!)

And she uses swear words in the weirdest situations because someone - Diego suspects Luther or Klaus but it’s actually Vanya - keeps teaching them to her

“Mom, have you seen Allison?” - “I have no idea where that hoe is, Asshole.”

“Diego, sweetheart, would you hand me the fucking bowl?” - “The what?”

She also does breakdance with Klaus to pretty inappropriate music

“My neck, my back, lick my-” - “JOY TO THE WORLD, THE LORD HAS COME”

She also keeps malfunctioning further because she doesn’t seem to get the concept of liquids being bad for robots

(She plays tea party with Allison a lot. Pogo has to try and fix her after every time)

Speaking of Pogo

He’s not around a lot because he spends all his time going through Reginald’s documents to either find a way to fix Grace or find some clues about Time Travel Shenanigans

(Klaus also cries every time he sees her and Allison refuses to talk to him, so it’s better if he’s not around that much)

He spends a lot of time with Vanya though under the guise of helping him with his research

(She really just likes jamming out in the same room as him because he doesn’t mind how loud her music is and he doesn’t annoy her as much as the others)

When the appropriate amount of time has passed for all the weirdest scenarios to play out and them to grow closer as a family in-between visits to the ER and mental breakdowns on Diego’s part and just general chaos all around, with some super elements thrown in

Diego has a lead about how all of this is actually the commissions fault

(Because of course it is)

So I am begging you to imagine Diego, storming into the commission headquarters, in full on Vigilante Mode, with the appropriate amount of Leather on his body and a broody look on his face

Basically ready to kick some ass

With Baby Ben strapped to his chest, in one of those Baby Carriers

Babbling and giggling, clutching his Blankie while Diego takes out all his knives

And he fights the bad guys in badass showdowns but still manages to cover Ben’s ears when they throw insults at him because “There’s a kid present! Show some class!” - “Sorry.”

Also one of them (maybe the big bad?) dares to take away Ben’s Blankie (because of course) and Ben handing his ass to him without as much as blinking

Proud big bro baby talking Ben like “Who’s my little Tentacle Boy? You are! I’m so proud of my murderous baby bro, yes I am!”

While all of that goes down, the others are told to wait in the car

Well, Vanya, Luther and Allison are supposed to wait in the car

Klaus got the huge responsibility of staying home and watching over Five because he’s in no state to be near any dangerous situations, not with his lack of sleep and his jumpiness

(Vanya, Luther and Allison were also supposed to stay at home, but both Luther and Allison refused to let Diego go alone - full on flinging themselves around his legs - and Vanya was already sitting in the car when the other three got there, not even saying anything)

But Diego is stubborn so he doesn’t let them go in with him (he has this whole speech about how Ben needs to be there because it’s the only place where Diego can properly protect him... but Diego is just really soft for Ben and doesn’t want to possibly lose sight of him)

Ben may possibly be Diego’s fave but don’t tell the others

Anyway, Vanya, Luther and Allison don’t make it more than three minutes before leaving the car

If asked, accusations would go wild, everyone blaming someone else, but fact is, Luther got out of the car first

(He saw a kitty)

Allison then got out of the car because Luthe got out and what he can do, she can do double

(Also...Kitty)

Vanya is the teenager stereotype who doesn’t even notice that they go because she’s listening to music on her walkman like an emo and trying to scope out the place as best as she can from her position

And then turns back to the others after a while

“Do you think everything’s alright back t-SHIT!”

So, they end up going to a whole other section of the evil headquarters and kick ass there

First Luther and Allison kick ass together, deciding to go find Diego if they’re already out of the car anyway

Followed by Vanya, who still believes she’s powerless and takes out guards sneaky style, hitting them over the head with a desk lamp or whatever else she can find

UNTIL

Luther and Allison are cornered by the bad guys and they don’t care whether they hurt children or not and it seems like L and A have lost

The guards are closing in and Luther positions himself in front of his sister to at least try and protect her while Allison hides behind him and both of them are crying…..

They close their eyes…..

And then there’s a loud clash and screaming and the sound of bodies hitting the floor and when they look up again there’s Vanya standing in the middle of the room, eyes white, guards laying dead to her feet

She doesn’t stay WV though, she comes back to herself to rush over to her siblings and check whether they are okay

Cue a short cuddle pile

“You have powers! Awesome!” - “Yeah, I….I guess so.”

Somehow, they reunite with Diego and manage to threaten the Handler enough she rights time, making them grown ups again and promising Five and Klaus are adults again too and that Grace should be functioning now

(Let’s just pretend she can do that and we can trust her for the sake of this AU. The important part is the whole de-aging anyway)

So, they come back home, slightly bruised but mostly okay and Vanya and Diego definitely have a heart to heart in the car about her powers while Allison, Luther and Ben are asleep in the backseat (a leftover gift from being children in stress situations)

“Thanks Diego. For all that you did.” - “I was a terrible surrogate Dad though.” - “You were a thousand times better than our real Father.”

Bonus: They come back home and just find Klaus and Five sleeping on the floor, looking like they’ve been through the apocalypse all over

Because watching over Five was supposed to be easy and even boring

But with Five sleeping - as usual - and Grace shutdown for the night already (and Pogo locked in his studies to figure out a solution) there’s nothing standing between Klaus and the ghosts

So Klaus mixes himself a drink containing three different Energy Drinks and a bunch of sugar

And sets it on the table to down it as soon as he’s peed

He comes back, prepared to drink that stuff and not think to hard about the taste

But the Glass is empty

And Five’s gone

Five + accidentally drinking something strong enough to kill someone? A disaster

He’s on the loose

And he somehow thinks someone has abducted Delores?

Wtf?

Klaus has to spend the rest of his night chasing Five, who keeps glitching around the house like a maniac, yelling and rambling and…..fighting the air? With a sword?

Where the F did he get a sword???

And it’s impossible to get Five to sit down - or at least get off the table

orthechandelierhowdidhegetonthechandelier

He’s so high on sugar he is vibrating

(Klaus is fearing for his life)

And then there’s also the fucking ghosts, who keep lurking in the shadows and reaching out for him, moaning and cursing his name…..

But Klaus doesn’t have time for this right now and he is fed up of having his life controlled by a bunch of dead people

He wants to be able to sleep again

He wants his life again

So he thinks of Diego, of his advice, and he takes a deep breath and just screams at them

“GO AWAY!!”

And it actually works

The ghosts recoil, shocked when Klaus doesn’t cower before them like usual

And they disappear

Just….disappear in a dust of smoke

And then he’s an adult again

And Five - who took the time to strip to his boxers and use lipstick like war paint - is too

Klaus rides out Five’s sugar high as best as he can, sighing in relief when he finally falls asleep, crashing down on top of him and taking a nap with him right there, on the living room floor

Where the others find them

That’s all I got tbh, but it’s already a lot askjkaj

Bls Hollywood, make it happen

[lord-explosion-baku]

Dancing’s Not A Crime (Unless You Do It Without Me) pt. 14

Bakugou x fem!reader, Todoroki x fem!reader

You flirt and tease with a certain hotheaded classmate of yours without realizing how far it has escalated and someone gets a little jealous.

Warnings: ANGST, mentions of abuse, mentions of death, swearing, boys being jealous, uhhhh more angst

A/N: a brush of inspiration? Kinda. There won’t be more frequent updates so please don’t ask!! I am only a cherry tomatoe who has been plucked before she has ripened.

Part 13 or read from the beginning OR read a properly edited version on my AO3

“Monkey…”

You blinked and hot tears fell to your living room floor. Staring at your mother’s unmoving body, you clutched onto your stuffed dog, Speckle. A large hand touched your shoulder and you were pulled away and into your father’s cloak.

“Don’t look, sweetheart.”

“Why isn’t mommy waking up?” You whimpered out, wiping your wet face on your father’s robes.

He pet your head. “She,” he sighed. “Y/N, I’m going to ask you a very important question and I need you to answer honestly. Do you think you can do that for daddy?”

That was the rule. You always had to answer ‘important’ questions with the full truth. Often times you were rewarded for being so cooperative. You didn’t feel like you deserved any special treatment then.

“How long has mommy been hurting you like that? Is it always while I am away?”

You swallowed back at sob while more tears poured from your eyes. “She says that sometimes I’m not a good daughter. Sometimes I don’t obey her even when she’s singing. Sometimes mommy gets upset that I don’t want to help her. I don’t mean to make her so mad sometimes but-!” You cried louder. You didn’t understand the question. “Why won’t she get up?!”

Your father bent down and brought you into a tight hug. You trembled while you sobbed into his embrace.

“Oh Kira,” your father’s voice was sorrowful as he spoke to your mother. You’d never heard his voice get so low before. It was terrible. “Mommy’s should never treat their children like that, Y/N, and now Mommy has to sleep for a very long time. I’m… I’m sorry that I didn’t know about this sooner. Maybe something else could’ve been done. I haven’t been a very good father to you, have I?”

“A very long time…?” You tried to turn back to your mother’s display but your father wouldn’t let you. “Will she ever wake up?”

A single tear fell away from your father’s long lashes. “No, baby. She won’t ever wake up.”

A dark purple cloud of energy started pouring out of your father’s sleeves. The air grew cooler and your skin prickled as his magicks slid past you, enveloping your mother’s body. You heard a small crackle of thunder, familiar to you only when your father used his quirk, and it was over. Finally, you turned to see that the space before you was empty, your mother was missing, gone from your house, your life, your everything.

~

… so your brain… was an even bigger asshole than Katsuki Bakugou. You were already stressed the fuck out from the very long weekend you had, what with the date with Bakugou that had turned into a fight with that staple faced weirdo from the café, finding out that Todoroki, Midoriya, And Iida all fought the hero killer in their own, and Todoroki fucking kissing you in the hospital while you were worried about him! Not to mention that your internship was a complete bust with Uwabani stringing you, Yaoyarozu, and that 1-B girl, Kendo, around to her modeling gigs and throwing you all into her dumb commercial. Even when you went on patrols, you mostly stood back while Uwabani’s fans swarmed her. You craved action and you didn’t get any… except the kiss. And that was a huge problem.

Now you couldn’t even get a proper night’s sleep before you went back to school to face that problem. You rubbed away the excess sleep from your eyes and rolled out of bed. You weren’t going to cry. You’ve done your crying. You’ve known for a long time now that your biological father killed your mother. Even if he did it to ‘protect’ you, it didn’t change the fact that you loathed him but that didn’t mean you couldn’t be hurt by the not so distant memory.

You made your way to the closet and climbed up, using your shoe cubbies as stairs, to grab a cardboard box that has been untouched for years. In it, were some pictures you and drawings you furiously ignored but underneath it all laid your old stuffed dog. Your old pet you would animate when you were feeling lonely. You and Aizawa had cats so you didn’t need the pet but… the comfort was… something else. You didn’t want to bother Aizawa again, especially since you hadn’t told him about what had gone down during your date with Bakugou.

You threw yourself back into bed and squeezed your old toy under your chin. You wouldn’t cry, you told yourself again. Still, when your eyes finally fluttered closed again, your cheeks had already been stained. How stupid.

~

You really needed to laugh and you should thank Bakugou for providing you with such a glorious reason to. His once spiky hair was combed back nearly and flat against his head and he was trembling with rage while Sero and Kirishima poked fun at his new look.

“...I’ll kill you both!” He said through his teeth.

“I’d like to see you try, pretty boy!” Sero said, barely able to contain himself.

“What did you say!” And boom! His hair popped right back to its natural state and you tried, you tried not to laugh but you couldn’t help but double over with both Kirishima and Sero.

“Oh there it goes!”

You clutched your stomach while your other classmates talked about their internships. Apparently a lot of them, besides Iida, Todoroki, and Midoriya, had pretty eventful ones. You were kinda jealous.

Bakugou made his way over to you and a rush of guilt filled the pit of your stomach. You hadn’t told him about Todoroki kissing you. “At least I didn’t spend my internship, what, advertising hairspray?”

Ugh. That was unfair. You reached up and tousled his surprising soft spikes. “It’s too bad,” you smirked, “maybe you could’ve used some!”

He grabbed your hand and pushed it back to you, keeping his hands over yours. He leaned down, leveling his head with yours and whispered. “So, when were you planning on telling me about your little secret?”

Your eyes widened. He already knew about the kiss?! Your eyes darted to Todoroki who was sitting at his desk explaining that Endeavor had ‘saved’ them in Hosu City. He was talking to your other classmates but his eyes were on you. Did he fucking tell him? Would Todoroki do something like that? Honestly, he was full of surprises lately.

You turned back to Bakugou, face red with shame. “It’s not what you think,” you shied away from his piercing gaze, “I was worried for them so I visited them in Hosu and then he just… but I didn’t stop him. It didn’t mean anything though!”

Bakugou’s brows narrowed, trying to read your face. After a moment, he pulled you out of the class and set you against the wall, pressing his hand next to you. “Are you telling me that that half n’ half punk bastard kissed you?”

“Y-yeah? Isn’t that what you were asking about?”

“And you fucking let him?!” Oh Jesus Christ, he had no idea!

“It came out of nowhere, Bakugou! I was scared that he might’ve sustained critical damage or something and then… I don’t know! I didn’t ask him to!”

Bakugou’s lips twitched into a snarl. “Did you like it?”

“Bakugou!”

“Tsss!” He kicked the wall and you shuddered. You’ve never been afraid of Bakugou’s temper before but this time… you knew you had done something that actually hurt him… but it wasn’t like you guys were… official. “So you’re saying he took advantage of you?”

You shook your head. “No! I think… I think him, Iida, and Midoriya all went through something traumatic and-!”

“I’m done talking about this!” He hissed. You tried to reach out to him but he moved away from you. “I need a fucking moment, Y/N.”

You pressed your lips together and watched Bakugou shove his hands in his pockets. You stayed there frozen for a moment before turning on your heel and going back into class. That wasn’t… the worse case scenario.

You classmates’ eyes were on you as you walked over to your desk. Todoroki was on you immediately. You gave him a once over. He didn’t talk to you while you were at school.

“Are you okay?”

You kicked your feet together and wrapped your knuckles on your desk. Were you okay? Besides your lack of sleep, extreme guilt, and the heavy tension in your shoulders… “I’m fine.”

“Did you tell him…” Todoroki’s voice dropped to a whisper, “about us?”

If you had more energy, you would’ve groaned. “Todo,” You said, looking into his heterochromatic eyes, “there isn’t an ‘us.’”

“You say that now but Y/N,” his warm hand enveloped your own, “I know that I can change your mind…”

whispers could be heard from around the class. What the hell was Todoroki doing touching you like that in front of everyone?!

“HEY!” Smack! Bakugou slapped Todoroki’s hands away from yours, grabbed your arm, and pulled you away from Todoroki aaaaand-

Your lips met Bakugou’s and for a brief moment you forgot that you had an audience while Bakugou’s fingers met your chin and you were lost in the passion of the kiss. You moved your lips with him and felt him grin into the kiss before pulling away from you. You heard Mina let out an excited squeak.

Bakugou threw his arm around your waist and glared at Todoroki. “Keep your mitts off my girlfriend.”

Todoroki’s right arm started freezing over. “She’s not your girlfriend.”

“That’s enough,” Aizawa’s voice called from the front of the class. Todoroki’s ice disappeared and you could see Aizawa’s eyes glowing red, black hair swooping around him. “Class has begun. It’s time to stop acting idiotic and take your seats.”

Bakugou and Todoroki continued to glare at each other.

“I’m not going to ask again.” Aizawa was looking at you.

You gave Bakugou a push and scowled at Todoroki. “Go,” You said, sitting in your own desk.

Todoroki pushed into Bakugou’s shoulder as he past him to go to his chair. Bakugou’s hand flexed and you could see it start to light up. You grabbed it and gave it a squeeze. His eyes met yours and you kissed his knuckles. In a way, you were telling him that… maybe… you were his girlfriend.

He rolled his eyes and found his seat.

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The Story of Us

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✮ Epilogue ✮

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10 years later…

It had been ten years since Rhiannon and Jedediah remarried. A union that would sadly only get until Christmas that year but their love would last long after both of them passed. It was only a few short weeks later that the Matthews returned to New York with a few hearts broken in the process.

Although her inevitable return to the city happened it wasn’t the last time Riley would twirl her way through Hillford Creek. A few events over the years would draw the brunette back into town, mostly happy reasons but some brought on by sad circumstances. Despite the reason, good or bad, Riley found it harder each and every time it came for her to leave.

Now, nearly four years since her last visit Riley sits on on a near empty bus. Her gaze fixated out the window, a small smile resting on her face as she admires the scenic drive into town. Her nostalgia building with every mile behind her.

Riley trips on the last step off the bus in her true klutzy fashion. Quickly she steadies herself and has a quiet laugh at the same sorry excuse of a bus stop she first arrived at all those years ago. The brunette inhales deeply, with a smile on her face she walks towards the sign that reads;

‘Welcome to Hillford Creek
, Austin Texas’

There’s no question in Riley’s mind about where she wanted to go first. The moment she reaches the outskirts of the main town Riley veers off in the direction of the old inn. The road now free of overgrown foliage and clearly signed, a contrast to the trees and bushes she’d weave through as a teenager.

Riley walks up to what was once an abandoned inn, now a beautifully repaired home. The last time Riley was here there was a sign out front with a newly placed ‘sold’ sticker. In it’s place now stands a sign that reads ‘Hillford Creek Veterinarian Clinic’. With a soft smile, Riley reflects on something that was once quiet chatter on the floor of a burnt out room, now a beautiful reality.

The city born girls thoughts are interrupted when she’s nearly tackled to the ground by an excited dog. 

“Oh Otis,” Riley pats the dog that has two paws pressed up against her stomach. “You remember me don't you, boy?” Riley sratches the German Shepard as he pants excitedly. 

A quiet giggle escapes her, Riley looks up and around to see where the dog came from, to see if he was there. Then, through the glass of the first story bay window Riley finds him. Lucas. The Texan is already staring out at her, his attention spiked when he heard his dog barking. 

Lucas sits there frozen in place, a mixture of awestruck and sheer shock controls him. Riley too stays in place, her hand continuing to lightly scratch Otis’ neck, a smile creeping wider with every second passing under the gaze of Lucas. Finally the brunette raises a hand giving him a gentle wave. The Texans shocked expression cracks with a smile as he mimics her greeting. 

Lucas stands and heads for the front door, Riley moves too, like a magnetic pull bringing them closer. They meet on the front porch, both at a lost for words. 

“Hi.” Lucas exhales loudly, finally breaking the silence.

“Hey.” Riley giggles nervously. A sound Lucas had missed.

“Do you want to come inside?” Lucas sheepishly motions towards the door. 

Riley gives him a small nod and follows close behind as he leads them in. Now over the threshold Riley lets the duffle bag on her shoulder slip off and hit the floor with a gentle thud. 

“Wow.” Riley says letting her eyes dance around the entrance. Riley finds it difficult to believe that this beautifully renovated building was once the eerily abandoned inn she had visited many times in the past. “This place is... Spectacular.” Riley’s eyes fall back upon Lucas’. 

The Texan just bashfully shrugs a shoulder. 

“Is it finished?” Riley questions. 

“Technically, I guess.” Another dismissive shrug of his shoulder. 

“Technically?” Riley raises a brow. 

“It’s just one of those things, ya know?” Lucas lets out an embarrassed laugh. “You build something up in your head then its hard for it to ever live up to the expectations.” 

“You’re not happy?” Riley frowns. 

“No I am.” Lucas shakes his head. “It’s just not... complete. Not yet.” 

“Did you do everything you planned?” Riley asks. “Clearly you added the clinic,” Riley motions to the front desk, “But you live here too?” 

“Yes Ma'am.” Lucas nods. “Would you like the grand tour?” 

“Absolutely.” Riley beams. “But I wanted to give you something first. A very late house warming gift.” 

Lucas watches as Riley crouches by her duffle bag. She stands again with a framed photo in her hand. “I found it when I packing up a few of my grandmas things.” Riley explains. 

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t make it to the funeral.” Lucas frowns. 

“Don’t worry you have your hands full with the clinic.” Riley gives him a small smile. “I got your flowers.” The death of Rhiannon was still fresh for Riley and ached to think about too much. 

“May I see?” Lucas holds a hand out for the photo. Riley lets out a laugh realising she's still clutching it to her chest. 

“Of course.” She passes the black frame to Lucas and watches as he inspects the photo. 

“Is this...Is this from the day they all met?” Lucas looks up from the photo with knitted brows and a slight smile. 

Riley nods, taking another look at the photograph that could possibly be pinpointed as to what spurred this unannounced visit, one of the reasons at least. A photo of Jed, Rhiannon, Joe and Mae all standing out front of the inn. Each pair had their individual couple photos that Riley saw during her stay in Hillford as a teenager, this photo was from the same moment, just of them all together. “My grandma had told me that she had more photos from this day but I forgot about that until I went through her things.” 

“There’s more?” Lucas asks. 

“Yes. I found a whole album from her whimsical trip around the country as a young adult.” Riley explains. “I brought a couple with me from her very short stay in Hillford... If you wanted to see them.” 

“Of course I want to see them.” Lucas says genuinely and it makes Riley smile to think that all these years have passed and it can still feel like they're two excited teenagers uncovering their intertwined pasts. “How about I show you around the place and then we can sit down, look at the photos and catch up?” 

Riley thinks that sounds wonderful. Lucas starts to give Riley the grand tour. One half of the first story to the left of the stairs is a living and dining area, there’s also a kitchen and main bathroom. To the right of the stairs is the bay window turned little library, they only pass through that to make their way into the clinic section of the home. Riley is amazed at how profession it all looked and she presses Lucas about his business whilst commending his efforts and expressing her wonder in him achieving all he has. Then Riley does something that she hadn't in all the times she visited the inn, she went upstairs. 

Lucas explains how the second story used to consist of six smallish rooms considering it’s a small town and not exactly touristy. Riley finds that he’s renovated to four grand rooms. The main bedroom, Lucas’ room, has an ensuite attachment and there’s also a smaller communal bathroom upstairs too. 

At the end of the hall is the second bay window Lucas had mentioned in the past. One Riley could only see from outside of the building. Riley slowly walks towards it, now leading herself in this tour. Her knees lightly brush the edge of the seat cushion as she gets a good look out the glass. This window overlooks the yard area. Riley didn’t spend much time out the back of the building because of how overgrown the surrounding grass and foliage was but now it’s cleared completely. The old barn that was affected from the fire too has been restored to its full potential. 

All the nostalgia and astonishment building within Riley started to become overwhelming and began to resonate negatively for reasons she couldn’t really explain. 

“Riley, are you alright?” Lucas asks noticing Riley’s deflated mood. 

“Yeah.” Riley says and it feels like a lie. “It’s just- Living in LA these past few years, kinda makes me feel like I’m missing out...” 

Lucas instantly remembers her saying the same thing about coming from New York. “You know, not a lot of people would be disappointed about living in LA.” 

“I’m not a lot of people.” Riley almost snaps but lets out a sigh. “I’m not disappointed, I’m uninspired..” 

“How about we go downstairs?” Lucas nudges his head towards the stairs. 

Riley follows Lucas back down and instinctively Riley goes towards the bay window. Lucas leaves Riley be for a moment whilst he makes his way to the kitchen to fetch them two coffees. 

Now alone Riley takes in her surroundings since they only brushed past this room on the tour. Maybe that was because of the conversations they shared as teens, maybe it was because of the sweet stolen kisses leading up to her departure. Whatever it was, Lucas seemed just as bashful as Riley when they first entered. 

Riley smiles at the bay window seat itself. It had been upgraded again since Lucas first renovated it over ten years ago but still had the same feel it did back then. Riley looks at the shelves of books, this was literally a conversation they had as teenagers come to life. As Riley’s gaze is wandering around the small room she stops when something catches her eye nearly knocking the breath out of her. She steps towards the chest height book shelf but whats captivate her attention is hanging above it. Riley’s eyes remain fixated on the single item framed up on the wall. 

“Oh that.” Lucas laughs nervously as he reentered the room and spotted Riley’s staring. 

“Is that...?” Riley turns to face Lucas, her voice almost a whisper. 

“You told me to keep it forever.” Lucas matches her soft tone. 

Riley turns to take another look at the the item. A single fallen leaf that floated into her lap ten years beforehand, one she passed onto Lucas, now framed and hung in a room that held such dear memories for her. 

Impulsively Riley spins back around and engulfs Lucas in a hug. He’s surprised at first thus making him a little stiff but quickly warms up as he wraps his arms around Riley’s back, still a little awkward as he holds two coffee cups in hand but it still felt nice for them both. 

When the two finally part they sit in the bay window, each with a hot coffee in hand. 

“So what brings you back into town?” Lucas finally asks the question thats been pressing in his mind since he first noticed her through the window. 

“Mabel’s shower is in a few weeks.” Riley sips at her hot beverage. 

“You came three weeks early for that?” Lucas questions. 

“Well that’s not the only reason I came back.” Riley laughs nervously. 

“No?” Lucas asks. 

“My publisher has been pressing me about a new book.” Riley explains.

“I’m not surprised.” Lucas says. “You’ve released two best sellers for them already.” 

Riley smiles that Lucas has kept up to date with her life even though their contact tapered off significantly after they parted ways last time. “I released a sequel to the first book because they asked but making it a trilogy just doesn’t feel right.” 

“You have to stay true to yourself and produce something you’re happy with.” Lucas says. 

“It took me a little while to come to that realisation myself but I did.” Riley says proudly. “Inspiration sparked in unsuspecting time. So I told my publishers that I would write them another book but only one that meant something to me.” 

“They were okay with that?” Lucas questions. 

“They were a bit shocked with my outburst but they were alright with it in the end.” Riley nods. “I tried to write in LA and even though I knew exactly what I wanted to write I was just uninspired where I was, so I told my agency that I wanted some time away to write this book.” 

“So you came here?” Lucas asks. 

“I couldn’t draw inspiration of a tiny town living in LA now could I?” Riley asks coyly. 

“I’m intruiged.” Lucas matches her playfull demeanour. “Do I get to know more about this story?” 

“There’s three stories actually,” Riley clarifies, “They’re all intwined into one. There’s a love story about about a foreign ballerina and a lowly stable boy.” 

Lucas sucks back a breath but doesn’t interrupt. 

“And another about a man who moves two thousand miles away from home to feel closer to the woman he let go.” Riley continues. “A story of how they met and how they found their way back to each other.” 

“And the third story?” Lucas’ voice wavers. 

“The story of two teenagers uncovering these two stories and finding out how they were connected before they were even born.” Riley says with a small smile. 

“Are there happy endings all round?” Lucas swallows hard. 

“I’m still trying to determine is that’s possible.” Riley chews on her bottom lip. “What do you think?”

“Sounds inevitable to me.” Lucas says, a crooked smile plastered on his face. 

Riley lets out a breath she was holding in. “Yeah?” 

“Sounds, epic.” Lucas says still smiling. “Does this story have a title yet?” 

Riley nods, bites down on her bottom lip and delivers her words with a hopeful smile. “The Story of Us.” 

End Notes: IMPORTANT. 

There is ONE more part coming after this. A bonus chapter titled ‘The Missing Years’ which I will give you key information about important events of ALL characters in the past ten years. 

This story is almost over and as always, it’s been a pleasure my loves !! :)

[greenmaskedmarauder]

All questions

Dave you’re so mean to me

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? I think it’s pretty even

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day? I tolerate it, being from a really cold area. I don’t think anyone particularly likes it.

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books? anything I can grab. receipts, foreign money, a random photo

4: how do you take your coffee/tea? strong coffee with a hint of creamer

5: are you self-conscious of your smile? nah

6: do you keep plants? no but I could if I had cute planters

7: do you name your plants? I totally would

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? writing

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself? yeah

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? side, though I guess I roll around too. stealing covers, pushing Dave off the bed

11: what's an inner joke you have with your friends? uhhh we had one a while back but I can’t remember. a recurring one is using the insult of “douchey buttmuncher”

12: what's your favorite planet? the one on which my fictional stories all take place

13: what's something that made you smile today? a message I got from my mom

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? probably pretty messy, with an eclectic mix of furniture from the second hand shop and various wall arts, and books

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! The Apollo space mission’s footprints will most likely stay on the moon for the next 100 million years

16: what's your favorite pasta dish? alfredo, or lasagna

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair? all the colors of the rainbow

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. Not between me and my friends, but when I was 15 and learning to drive, my mom ordered chicken from a truck stop 15 miles from our hometown (it’s very small) and then had me drive so I could get some practice in. I got a thing of minute maid apple juice so we could eat there, and then go back. I was studying the bottle of the apple juice, and read the part where it says which states you can recycle the bottle in and get money. So I said with a completely straight face “Mother, why does my apple juice say HI ME 5c?”

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it? I do not

20: what's your favorite eye color? I like green eyes because I like my eyes, but brown eyes are also amazing, and don’t get nearly enough love.

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that's been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. uhhhh

22: are you a morning person? haha nope

23: what's your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? absolutely nothing

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets? my best friend. even when we recently got into a huge fight, I know I can trust her

25: what's the weirdest place you've ever broken into? when I was seven I went to a friend’s house and just hung out there even though no one was home. Don’t ask me why, I just did. tbh it was pretty easy since no one locks their doors in a small town.

26: what are the shoes you've had for forever and wear with every single outfit? I haven’t had any pair of shoes forever and ever

27: what's your favorite bubblegum flavor? classic bubblegum

28: sunrise or sunset? sunrise, though I rarely get to see them

29: what's something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing? Sadie gets super duper giggly when she’s drinking, and almost anything can make her laugh.

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared? for my life? only once

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks. socks must be short, but they can definitely (and should be) be colorful

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. I took Sadie to get food after she’d been drinking bicardi 151 and after we got back she threw up on the floor. oops

33: what's your fave pastry? I like kolaches best

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it? my favorite buddy as a kid was the pug beanie baby named Pugsly. he went everywhere with me, and I even made people give him bandaids if I was hurt. He’s in storage at my parents’ house somewhere...

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? yeah but no

36: which band's sound would fit your mood right now? I have no idea

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean? I would like it to be clean, but I am very messy

38: tell us about your pet peeves! people who never discipline their kids. and people who think other people are less of people

39: what color do you wear the most? most of my shirts are green

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what's it's story? does it have any meaning to you? this blue flower necklace that used to be my grandma’s. she died of cancer when I was little. whenever I wear it, I feel closer to her.

41: what's the last book you remember really, really loving? see I love most books, so I have to split this one. But Harry Potter, the Inheritance Cycle, Lockwood and Co.

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it! The Einstein’s on campus at my school

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? Sadie

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? The last time I was in the Black Hills, just staring out on the ravine. I felt at peace being with the trees and nature.

45: do you trust your instincts a lot? yeah

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of. *holds rock* hey I can rock your world tonight

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe? I’m a foodie

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? my biggest fear as a kid was losing my parents. I think it is

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought? I haven’t bought a CD in 8 years

50: what's an odd thing you collect? foreign currency

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them? Dave, Collide by Howie Day

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far? anything that mocks Donald Trump

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them? never seen it

54: who's the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face? a customer who came through my line the other day

55: what's the most dramatic thing you've ever done to prove a point? kissed my best friend while drunk. all because some guy in our friend group said “I bet Lyndsey won’t do it” so yeah

56: what are some things you find endearing in people? Dave and the face he makes whenever I tell him he’s cute

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics? I feel silly

58: who's the wine mom and who's the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? My friend Erin is the wine mom. I don’t know who’d be the vodka aunt. Because Erin has a wine rack in her apartment. Like a big fancy one that’s also old.

59: what's your favorite myth? I like the Greek myths

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves? where the sidewalk ends

61: what's the stupidest gift you've ever given? the stupidest one you've ever received? a box of kleenexes, a flashlight

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind? nah

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be? meticulously organize books

64: what color is the sky where you are right now? right now it’s black because it’s night time

65: is there anyone you haven't seen in a long time who you'd love to hang out with? Dave

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like? have some peonies that are vibrant pink and some blue bachelor’s buttons for contrast

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel? whimsical

68: what's winter like where you live? right now it’s weird

69: what are your favorite board games? battleship, Scrabble, Sequence

70: have you ever used a ouija board? nope and I don’t plan to either

71: what's your favorite kind of tea? uhhh

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you'll forget it? I probably should write things down more

73: what are some of your worst habits? sleeping too much

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns. red hair, spunky personality, quick to come to a friend’s aid if they’re able, but also not afraid to say what they think about situations

75: tell us about your pets! right now just my fish Salazar. He’s a betta, and he likes to flare up at his filter because he’s silly. He also hides in his ship, behind the elephant, and confronts his Buddha statue

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren't? maybe sleeping

77: pink or yellow lemonade? pink

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub? I’m meh about minions

79: what's one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you? sent me flowers from a long distance

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why? they are beige and no I did not choose the color

81: describe one of your friend's eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of. pieces of broken stained glass from a peacock image

82: are/were you good in school? nope

83: what's some of your favorite album art? I don’t really have any

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones? One on my foot that says “Be strong. Be courageous. I am with you. -Joshua 1:9″

85: do you read comics? what are your faves? I like the avatar comics

86: do you like concept albums? which ones? not really an album person. I find individual songs I like and go from there

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives? Balto

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy? what?

89: are you close to your parents? yes. I tell them everything

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities. It is a city but it doesn’t feel like a city, and that’s just fine with me, since I hate cities.

91: where do you plan on traveling this year? St Paul next week, California this summer.

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch? give me the cheese

93: what's the hairstyle you wear the most? ponytail/braid/down

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday? Sadie/my Dad

95: what are your plans for this weekend? haha

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot? the absolute last second

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house? INFP-T mediator, Capricorn, Hufflepuff

98: when's the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it? last summer at a retreat. yeah, I love hikes

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them. Priceless by For King and Country, Thrive by Casting Crowns

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why? Future. The past has already happened, and though something happened to me 5 years ago, I wouldn’t change it, because then I might not be the same person I am now. I want to see what I accomplish in the next 5 years.