took me years and it looks like shit

I also had an encounter with a young lady who sat down right next to me on a completely empty bus. She took one look at me and proceeded to tell me she was “so glad that there are other trans/andro people here”. She literally just assumed I was trans because I have short hair???

She proceeded to talk my ear off and tell me her life story, sitting there with these hairy ass legs telling me how she “got her shit together in sophomore year” while also saying she identifies as “partially male” like what the fuck.


College is wild

About the ages

I know, I know, there is a lot of fandom wank going around regarding shipping but aside from the discourse I’m here as your resident twenty something to present to you my age based head canons: 

For starters: apparently Shiro is 25. 

In the teen young adult context this might seem like “omg he’s so old!!!!” but let me ask you: have you ever met an actual 25 year old man??? 

They are basically a bunch of just-out-of-college boys with the mentality of a teenager, who are suddenly able to have their own money and do all the stupid shit an actual teen can’t. 

And yet, there’s also a significant difference when you look back at your 17 y/o self. For example, my 17 year old sister took my 23 y/o ass out with her friends last week. While she was doing 1dll shots, I sneaked away back with the other “”fake adults”” to have actual normal drinks. “God, I’m just so glad I’m not 17 anymore,” we all sight, watching them. 

So pretty much, Shiro will act mature and level headed most of the time and then have sudden stupid adrenaline-junkie impulses and revert back to a teenager attitude to everyone’s surprise and delight (and then probably take 3 days more than them recovering because he feels too old for this shit)

Also Keith is 18 and Lance is 17 and let me tell you for teenagers that matters and I can see Keith pulling the “shut up, I’m the adult here” card a million times to Lance’s utter horror. The thing is 17-18 is not so big of a difference and they end up acting just exactly the same annoying way. 

And, like, Hunk is 17 but he’s already so tall and big and listen 17 year old kids are so self-conscious, talk to me about Hunk having a grow-sprout at like 15 and then hunching over for years until the Garrison taught him out of it, tell me about him always feeling clumsy and too big, even if he’s sized as a regular (albeit tall and strong) adult. Hunk physically feeling more comfortable around Shiro, even knowing their age difference because he feels like there’s nothing wrong with him. 

And finally Pidge. Listen, Pidge, my girl, my baby, she’s just a child! And I don’t think the paladins quite notice, but listen Shiro has to notice that he’s leading a literal child to battle and tell me it doesn’t eat him up at night to think she’s freaking ten years younger than him and she should not be going through this right now. 

I suppose Pidge’s age difference in comparison to Hunk and Lance is mostly because, when faking her papers to sneak back into the Garrison, she must have aged herself up. 

The moment Hunk, Lance and Keith realize she’s actually 15 every kind of “shut up, you’re like 12″ joke ensues. Meanwhile, Shiro is —mentally— rolling his eyes like “you’re all babies, what you even talking about?”

Even though the fandom tends to portray Pidge as impulsive and short-tempered, I doubt this is so much about her personality as it is about her age. 

Let me ask you again: have you ever met an actual 15 year old??? Or, more importantly, have you —as an older teen or twentysomething— had to share a roof with a 15 year old for more than a week???? It’s hell fire everywhere, every little detail is source of drama and friendships ending and restarting and drastic decisions are made and they have pretty much no impulse control and will say hurtful things and then regret it. 

So basically what I’m saying is Pidge is 100% the embodiment of an angsty short-tempered teenager dealing with a lot of hormones on top of trying to save the universe. 

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pairing: Jimin x Reader

genre: angst | fluff | smut | au 

warnings: language

summary: who would’ve thought Park Jimin, one of the richest kids in the world, would fall in love with a homeless one?

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“Draw me like one of your French...boy ?” - Jason Todd x Reader

I’ll never get tired of writing thing with Jason (the best Robin FIGHT ME ON THAT !). Hope you guys will like it :

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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-Can you flex your back muscles please ? 

How could you just ask questions like that without even flinching ? Or blushing at least ? Err. Those were stupid questions, and the answer was very simple : you didn’t like him that way. For you, he was just a friend. Just a friend who accepted to get down in his underwear for you, so that you could practice anatomy. Totally normal. That’s what friends were for. Helping. 

-Great, thanks Jason. That’s great. Wait, turn just to your left a bit…yeah, perfect, thanks. Oh, do you want a blanket or something ? 

-No. No thanks. I’m fine. Just a…little swift of cold wind that’s all.

“Just a little swift of cold wind”. Yeah. Right. Your hand brushing his bicep when you angled his body like you wanted, that’s what made him shiver. But hell was he glad you thought it was because he was cold. 

You were just his friend. His extremely talented friend. His extremely talented friend he was in love with. Oh bugger, he was in for a treat…

It was very rare, that Jason found himself speechless. Or that he was afraid to ask a girl out. After all, like his father, Bruce Wayne, he was quite the ladies’ man.

He never found it hard to ask for someone’s number, or if they wanted to go get dinner with them. But with you ? Well, with you, it was different. And he didn’t really know why…Maybe because he was genuinely in love ? Because this time, if you said “no” to his date proposition, he had everything to loose ? 

You entered his life quite randomly. He was running in one of Gotham’s park and as he ran around it multiple times, his eyes couldn’t help but notice you, sitting in the grass with a sketchbook and a pencil…Especially because you kept staring at him when he was going by. 

Curiosity got the better of him, and after a seventeenth tour of the park, he stopped to stretch…right in front of you. And you kept staring, making him uncomfortable. He was never uncomfortable ! On the contrary, he liked when girls looked at him. He liked it a lot. But you…God he felt uneasy. 

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anonymous asked:

Ziam is really truly honestly not together in this day and age and it's absolutely killing me that I can't say or do anything as to how and why I know. You know how some people have that solid information on Larry (first hand experience/legal documents/BTS knowledge)? I have the same on Ziam. Don't get me wrong, I think the idea is totally cute and I've read more Ziam fic than you can imagine Also I'm convinced they've got each other off on more than 1 occasion. But yeah- not currently together

Thanks, Ned. 

Do you know why it took me so long to look into Ziam? It’s because I live by a simple philosophy…

And I’d been whole-assin Larry for over a year by the time I figured out that people weren’t kidding about Ziam. 

The difficult thing about looking into Ziam as a Larrie is that you’re like, “How…what…how could I have been so blind?” Because Ziam was just there existing in the foreground of all the key Larry moments and when you get dickslapped by their matching tattoos, their very public declarations of love, and realness, it’s not nice. There was literally a point where I was like, “Holy fucking shit,” because, IF AT ALL POSSIBLE, there is more Ziam proof than Larry proof. 

“But Larry have matching tattoos!”

“Harry said that he and Louis were dating!”

“Louis danced with Harry!”

“Louis kissed Harry!”

“The thirst with Larry is real.”

Honestly, this photo was the first time I was like, “Hold up. Maybe these bros aren’t just bro-ing…”

LOOK AT THEM

Honestly…I don’t know what’s going on with Ziam right this second any more than I know what the hell is going on with my most problematic fave Louis. And I don’t like guessing. I will happily take facts and information that’s in front of me and deduce from it what I will, but it’s going to take a lot hell more than a shady anon to convince me of anything. 

I wrote this mostly just to be like, “OPEN YOUR EYES AMERICA” than to argue with this ask because it honestly seems like it was built on a foundation of sand. Also I’m not comparing it with Larry to negate anything Louis and Harry did, rather to be like, “You think these fools are extra…just YOU WAIT. YOU THOUGHT THO!” Which is why I think we need to take a moment to appreciate the captain of the ships…

Smh…fifth wheel af for seven years now. 

Same, Noll. Same. 

If y’all want more Ziam posts, I warn you it’s a very inconvenient truth, go here: http://sexatoxbridge.tumblr.com/tagged/sao_ziam

Friday Night Lights - Peter Parker

summary: the big homecoming game is one of the most important events of the year; how else are the tigers to show their school pride? when a group of students, including peter and y/n, decide to go to the game and school dance as friends, y/n can’t help but hope that a certain someone will make a move.

notes: gif not mine okay this is totally cliche and a completely overdone trope but i loved this idea. let me know what you think and also if you want to be tagged in future fics i write :))

word count: 1612


My phone lit up, and I glanced at the notification. 

MJ: you ready yet??

I picked up my phone, replying a quick almost before returning to the mirror. I was adding the finishing touches to my outfit. A big group of us were about to head to the game together, and tomorrow night, the dance. However, I couldn’t deny that I was a bit hopeful that a certain someone might make a certain move at a certain game tonight.

My phone buzzed again. I glanced down, picking it up as it buzzed a second time.

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Hair (Romione, George, Hinny)

I blame @blvnk-art for this fic. I was thinking on it this morning, especially Hermione deciding to shave her head and my muse smiled on me, threw a gallon of glitter on my head, and voila! The story poured out.

Rated T for bad language, some lime innuendo (it’s very light and Ace safe) and adult situations.


Hermione slipped out of the bed she shared with Ron and padded softly to the boy’s bathroom. She still felt grotty from yesterday, even after a scalding hot bath for an hour. While lying in the bed with Ron, his arm a comfort across her hip but sleep escaping her once again, she came to a pragmatic decision.

She closed the heavy door and picked up the brush she brought with her out of the beaded bag that was her lifeline. Her hair, the one thing on her that stayed when she wasted away, was officially a lost cause. She dropped the brush into the sink and pulled back her hair, trying to talk herself out of the decision made.

She had no logical argument to keep her hair, not when it had grown nappy, knotted, kinked beyond any ability of magic or potions. Exhaustion and pragmatic consideration made it an easy choice when she was standing in the boy’s bathroom of Gryffindor tower and Harry’s razor sitting in front of her.  One casting from the wand she hated with all of her soul sharpened the blade on the muggle safety razor and she went to work, with the wand in her hand and then the razor in the other.

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Phil’s Secret Album

Characters: Dan Howell, Phil Lester, Phan.

Summary: Phil has a secret album on his phone that Dan’s not supposed to discover. Naturally, he does.

Word Count: 1428

Warnings: (Unexpected) smut, daddy kink, not established relationship

A/N: Go tell my beta they’re cute @lauraalla (I was gonna say awesome and I stopped in awe, which is just the way I feel when I look at them).

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Phil smiled softly as he stared at his phone, swiping through his gallery. He was waiting for Dan to be ready to go out, and having nothing to do, he’d started using his phone.

He was lucky that he had practice covering when he was looking at something inappropriate on tumblr, because he had to do exactly the same thing when Dan approached, happily shouting his readiness to the world.

“Let’s go, then”, Phil said, and smiled, and if Dan noticed something odd, his rambling about a tweet he had seen didn’t show it.

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psycho 06 / taehyung

Originally posted by chokaivlicious

warning and a note: this story has some sexual harassment in it so if you are uncomfortable with reading this kind of story please stop right here, i understand this might be hurtful to some people but this is just my crazy imagination and I’m sorry if you have ever experienced anything like this and I also wish this doesn’t happen to anyone ever, i know that taehyung isn’t like this in real life this is just a story / mentions of death are in this chapter & blood

summary: just read 

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❤ - go blind/speed dating and happen to find each other (w/ childhood.rival!jungkook)

If there was one thing you didn’t trust when it came to blind dating, it would be the fact that it could be anyone in the god damned spectrum of the universe that would be paired up with you but this specific person had to be it. Out of seven billion people, he was the odd one out. What the fuck. Not only that, you trusted your friend’s word and taking that into consideration, Park Jimin was going to get an ass whooping of a lifetime.

“This has got to be a prank. Where are the cameras?”

“Still the same old Y/N. You never do give up on thinking the world revolves around you, huh?”

“…listen Jeon, just because we’re in public and you may be taller than me, doesn’t mean I can’t kick your ass,”

“Oh,” He scoffs, leaning forward with the lift of his brow, “Would you like to try me, then?”

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A Message to you Sick Fucks

My little sister told me about her tumblr blog, and I purposefully avoided it for a long time. I didn’t want to look at it because of all the shit it started, but I guess I’m home from school and bored so finally I booted up her laptop and took a peek at this shitshow. Now that I have, I want to fucking puke. You people make me sick, and I want you to know just what you bullying motherfuckers did to a 17 year old.

What happened earlier this year has completely screwed up our family. Our mom is a nervous wreck, our dad looks like he’s aged 10 years since March. Adi was institutionalized after going into hysterics and trying to kill herself.

She’s still in the hospital, guys. They’re trying to diagnose her, but it’s hard because apparently some of the big stuff (personality disorders, etc) can’t be diagnosed till the person’s older.

I want to clarify to you people that Adi (it’s short for Adeline, by the way, not Adolf) is pretty autistic, and she’s always been really into WWII stuff. She started going on about kins last winter, and started insisting that it explained what she was feeling about the WWII era. Her birthday is the same as Hitler’s, and after getting into the kin stuff, she started to interpret it as a sign that she was a reincarnation. She started saying shit like that the reason she was so into WWII was because the time was “familiar” and stuff from that time gave her “kin feels.” She told me that she had to repent for the sins of her last life, and I’m going to be honest and say it scared the shit out of me when she said it.

Look, I’m not here to tell you that her acts are okay or normal. They’re clearly not. But I got onto this piece of shit website to tell you guys that you need to realize what the fuck you’re doing. 

I read through every single note in her mailbox here, and most of them were insane. I’m 22 and the number of notes I read that said some version of “kill yourself” or “you’re ugly and gross” made me sick. Honestly, I’m half tempted to post screencaps of the messages she got. Adi is emotionally unstable and barely 18. She doesn’t have social skills like other people do, and she has a hard time making friends. When she came here to try and make some, all you did was bully her to the point that she felt the only way she could “repent” was by killing herself.

I’ll admit there were some nice notes in there, too. Thank you so much to those of you who actually wrote kind things and words of advice to my sister. It really meant a lot to me to see that some people were so willing to help someone who was clearly having a hard time.

To the rest of you, I want every last single one of you cowards to lie awake at night knowing you almost killed someone.

I’m just writing this to say think before you fucking act, and consider that maybe the person you’re telling to kill themselves might be someone’s fucking sister or brother or son or daughter. I hope making a whole family suffer is worth your moral fucking outrage about what some dumb teenager wrote on the internet. 

I’d sign this post with my name, but It doesn’t matter. You fuckers don’t know me and you’d better hope we never meet. 

The Secretary

Pairing: Bruce Wayne X Reader

Words: 1200+

Request:  Bruce x Female Reader where the reader has been Bruce’s secretary for years and is super close with the batboys & Bruce doesn’t know. And then when Damian first meets her, him and the other batboys talk about how great she is during family dinner & how she spends time with them individually doing what they like (& Jason misses her cuz she was super sweet but he can’t see her cuz he’s “dead”) and then Bruce realizes he doesn’t know that much about her and asks her out and then some date fluff

Warnings: None

“Good morning Mr. Wayne,” you greeted your boss as you entered his office.

You had been at Wayne enterprises as Bruce’s assistant for almost as long as he’s been here. Since you had been working with Bruce, you had developed feelings for the man. You got to see a side of the billionaire that no one else did. You got to see and hear just how much his family meant to him. Over the years you had taken it upon you to entertain his wards whenever they would join him at the office. And today was one of those days. The youngest of the Wayne boys was standing next to his father. Looking between the two, you saw just how alike the father and son looked.

“Good morning miss Y/L/N. This is my son Damian. Would you mind entertaining him for the day?”

“Of course Mr. Wayne.”

Bruce smiled at his son before walking out of the office. Damian remained still, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“So Damian, what would you like to do today?” The boy remained silent, his eyes boring into you. “You know I can’t read your mind.”

“I do not care. I do not wish to be here anyway.”

“How about I take you somewhere your brother’s all enjoyed going?”

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Endgame part 3 - Jughead x Reader

A/N: HERE IT IS LOVES I made it longer as a make up for it being so late xx  Part 1 Part 2  

Also this has some parts of the newest episode (Jug’s birthday) but not exactly like the episode, I don’t want Cheryl and V to have beef so I cut that out and made it that they just crash the party for the lols ;) don’t hate me xx

Warnings: Fighting, swearing, angst, drinking etc

Word count: 3687


You got home and set up the couches for Archie and Kevin, then you and V cried about your failed love lives.

Then there was a knock at the door


You were still quite drunk, so the knock made you do a double take, you turned and counted how many people were in the room, Archie, Kevin, Veronica, Me. Who else was there?

You stood up and stumbled towards the door, you opened it slowly, hoping it wouldn’t be Jughead or Betty, they would dare show their faces, would they?

You were greeted by Chuck Clayton, “Chuck?” you asked, never in your life did you expect Chuck to be on your front door, “What’re you-” before you could finish your sentence, you noticed Reggie sitting on the ground, head leant back against the wall.

“What happened to him?” you asked as you noticed the bruises on his face, the blood coming from his nose and mouth, and his hand all cut and bruised.

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Nina’s eyes took them all in. “I mean the little rescues. Laughing at my jokes. Forgiving me when I was foolish. Never trying to make me feel small. It doesn’t matter if it’s next month, or next year, or ten years from now, those will be the things I remember when I see you again.”

happy birthday @kahlilravishans !

Just a Friend

Summary: You and Baron have been best friends for years, but when you bump into your ex-boyfriend, will Baron’s true feelings for you come out?

This one is kind of short but super fluffly, especially at the end. Hope you guys like it! xxx

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Baron had a rare few days off from work with WWE, which meant he wasn’t on the road. Any time he came back to Kansas City he always made sure that he made time for you. The two of you had been friends since your college days when you both attended Northwest Missouri State.

The day was filled with laughs and stupid jokes that Baron would tell just to see you smile. You loved times like this when it was just you and him having fun like it used to be before he became a professional wrestler.

Time with Baron was so rare for you because he was getting bigger and bigger with WWE. You couldn’t be more proud of him, but it was hard to realize that his success meant he wasn’t home as often.

You and Baron were ending your day with dinner together at once of your favorite restaurants in Kansas City. You had just placed your order when you heard a familiar voice say your name.

You turned to see your old high school sweetheart, Tyler, walking over to you. Your first reaction was confusion. You hadn’t spoken to him since the breakup the summer before you went your separate ways to attend college. What did he want with you now, after all these years?

Your breakup hadn’t really been mean and nasty. Both of you realized that the relationship wasn’t going to work with the two of you going to schools 8 hours apart, so you mutually agreed to end it. He had tried to be just friends with you after the breakup but you, couldn’t get past the awkwardness of it all, so his calls became further and further apart until they stopped altogether. It had probably been four years since you last heard from him.

“Oh hey, how are you?” You asked as you looked up at him.

“I’m good, how are you? You look great!” He said.

“Thanks, you um…you look good too.” You said.

You glanced at Baron who was looking between you and your ex-boyfriend.

“Baron, this is Tyler, my old boyfriend.” You said.

“Boyfriend?” Baron asked as he shot you a look.

“A long time ago, back when we were just teenagers in high school,” Tyler said.

“Tyler, this is Baron.” You said as you smiled over at Baron.

“Nice to meet you. Are you two, like together?” Tyler asked as he pointed a finger at Baron and me.

“Oh no! He’s just a friend.” You said as you looked over at Baron. You saw Baron looked down at his hands with a look on his face that almost look like hurt? Had you said something wrong?

“Well hey, if you’re ever back in town, hit me up. I’d love to see you again.” Tyler said.

“Will do,” you said.

Tyler then turned and walked towards the exit of the restaurant while you turned your attention back to Baron. You tried to talk to him, but he gave you one-word answers and avoided your gaze.

You wanted to ask him what was wrong, but you didn’t want to do it in a crowded restaurant. So the two of you ate in silence. The waitress came over to the table to check on you.

“Will this be on one check or two?” She asked. You glanced at Baron, half expecting him to pick up the tab like he always did when you went out, but he didn’t say anything.

“Two please.” You said.

“Okay, I’ll be right back with those.” She said.

She came back with your checks a few minutes later. You put your credit card in your folder and Baron slid some cash into the other folder for his tab.

The two of you got up and walked out of the restaurant in silence. You were almost to your car when the silence became too much.

“Okay, what did I say?” You asked.

“What are you talking about?” He asked.

“What did I say? You barely said an entire sentence to me throughout the meal, not to mention the whole not looking at me thing. What did I say? What did I do?” You asked.

“You didn’t say anything.” He said.

“So what’s the problem?” You asked.

“That’s the problem! You didn’t say anything! I’m tired of being your friend.” He said.

Your jaw literally dropped. You couldn’t believe Baron would say something like this. You and Baron had been best friends for years, and suddenly he didn’t want to be your friend anymore.

“B-Baron?” You muttered as you tried to keep your emotions in check although you could feel tears forming in your eyes.

“I’m sorry. Look…just forget I said anything. It doesn’t even matter.” He said.

“No! You tell me. You tell me right now Baron! What did I do to make you hate me?” You yelled as the emotions took over you.

“I don’t hate you…shit-” He said as he noticed the tears that had betrayed you and were now falling down your cheeks. He reached out and wiped the tears from your face. “Don’t cry. Don’t cry. It’s…It’s the opposite. I love you. I’m tired of just being your friend. I’ve had enough of being in the friend zone. I hate that I can’t tell your ex-boyfriends or any fucking guy for that matter that your mine.”

Baron took a step closer to you and cupped your face in his hands. He stared into your eyes before leaning down. You felt your heart start to race as his lips hovered over yours. Then you felt his lips touch yours and everything that was going through your brain suddenly didn’t matter anymore.  All that mattered was him. You reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck, and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him.

“You’re mine, okay?” He said after he pulled away from the kiss and rested his forehead against yours.

Letterman Jacket (egobang)

That picture of Arin that has been circling around today gave me ideas. So have some high school au fun!!

tw; implied drug use.

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Arin never really cared for any sport, but the football coach came to him anyway. He knew since he was a bigger guy they ‘needed someone like him on the team’, and after several months of getting hounded, Arin agreed and spent his summer in the hot sun with a bunch of other sweaty boys. He did admit that aside from the heavy equipment and being sweaty all the time, he did enjoy playing. He wasn’t a star athlete like the Quarterback, but the kids on his team did genuinely seem to like him, at least on the field and locker room.

It wasn’t until the season started that Arin noticed someone at almost every game. He had wild crazy blue hair and looked like…someone who was on a certain hallucinogenic.  He would always stand by the fence separating the field from the seats and watch the games. He was on the taller, lankier side, and wore tattered jeans, converse shoes and a flannel shirt. His clothes would change of course, but that outfit seemed to be the most consistent.

He really wanted to go and speak with the boy, Arin wouldn’t admit it outloud but he was cute. Its not like he ever could with his coach yelling at him. He would always look back and stare at the blue haired boy, he always stared back. It was on a cold October night that Arin decided that, at half time, he was going to talk to him. After his huddle with his team, he checked to see if anyone was looking and jogged towards him. The boy seemed surprised that Arin approached him.

“Hey.” The boy said,

“Hi.” Arin replied.

This was stupid. What he was doing was stupid. He has no idea who this kid is, or even if he went to this school. The boy definitely smelled like smoke, very earthy smoke. His eyes were only slightly discolored but were a beautiful shade of brown, like smokey quartz.

“I-I’m Arin.” He introduced himself.

“Dan,” the other replied.

“I see you at almost every game.”

“Yeah, my sister is one of the cheerleaders.” Dan said pointing to a girl who looked similar to himself.

“Oh, I didn’t know.” Arin was getting nervous and half time was almost over.

“Hey, after the game wanna grab something to eat? I’m dying for some chinese or something.” Dan said and Arin took his chance.

“Yeah! Sounds great! Meet you in the parking lot after?” Arin asked and Dan nodded.

“Meet you there. You win this game, i’m buying.” He told him, and that was all the motivation Arin needed to give it his all.

They lost, they lost badly. Their coach yelled at them in the locker room for messing up on basic plays. Arin was thinking about quitting, he didn’t much care for the sport anyway, and the yelling was wearing on his nerves. He packed up his gear and walked out to the parking lot, looking for Dan. How hard was it to find a tall blue haired kid, right? He eventually saw him standing under a tree by a red pick up, he was smoking…something.

“Hey! You lost so guess that means you’re paying.” Dan greeted him.

“I thought you said you’d buy!” Arin argued as he hopped into the passenger’s side.

“No. I said if you win I’ll pay. You lost, you buy.” Dan told him as he got into the driver’s seat.

“That wasn’t part of the deal.” Arin argued as he began to drive.

“I have altered the deal, pray I don’t alter it further.” Dan said in a gravely voice that wasn’t his own.

“Oh my god did you just use a star wars reference on me!” Arin laughed.

“Hell yeah I did. You fuckin’ like that shit?” Dan giggled.

They joked the entire way to the restaurant. Dan took him to a nice looking chinese place that was nearly deserted on a friday night. They sat down, ordered their food and sipped on their tea and water. Arin didn’t really know what to do or say. Dan was funny and very charismatic, even cute, it made him flushed. Dan told Arin about his passion for music and how he has been trying to make his own band for years. He needed people to play instruments, since he could only barely play the bass mostly, and preferred to sing. Wow, he was a singer. Why was Arin getting so flushed at the idea of Dan being on stage, looking as beautiful as he did, singing. Wait, what? He shook the thoughts away.

Dan asked about Arin, what his likes were, dislikes were, and when Arin talked about being an artist, Dan looked confused.

“If you are more focused on your art why are you playing football?” He asked.

“Because the coach wanted me on his team since I’m a bigger kid.” Arin explained but Dan scoffed.

“That’s no reason to play. If you don’t like it you should quit y’know?” he said and Arin nodded.

“Yeah, and I want to, especially after tonight.” He admitted.

“Yeah I feel ya. But hey, you’re decision on what you do or not.”

They were quiet for a little bit longer, just eating there food, smiling at each other.

“I’d like to see your drawings sometime, if you want.” Dan said after a while.

“Oh!…Yeah I can show you, only if you sing for me!” Arin said which made Dan laugh.

“Sure I’ll sing for you. Anytime you want.” Dan said. Arin really shouldn’t be blushing but he is.

Arin paid for their food, after Dan outright refused since their ‘agreement’ and went outside. A cold chill hit them like a wall and Dan nearly doubled over.

“Not good with cold are ya?” Arin asked. Dan, who was visibly shivering shook his head.

“Not at all.” He told him. Arin, as if by reflex, took off his letterman jacket and threw it over Dan’s shoulders. He looked surprised at the sudden warmth and looked at Arin, who has his arm around Dan.

“Let’s hurry up to the truck.” Arin said and Dan nodded.

“Yeah…okay.” They huddled together for warmth as they ran to the truck. Both of their cheeks were red, whether is was from the cold, or they were actually blushing, neither of them could tell or want to know. At least for now.