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Oooohhhh fuck can I just start off with they’re all really fucking attractive and pictures don’t do them justice? Like seriously pictures cannot contain how perfect they are.

Taeil: He’s super cute like really cute. His body is even cute. He’s like right in the middle not super tall but not short. When u look at his face u just wanna smile. Really smooth skin like u wanna rub it, it’s like after u shave ur legs. Has big puppy dog eyes like u finna get lost in them shits sis. His hair is very nice and looks healthy, his hair kinda looks weird sometimes in photos but it really suits him irl!!! Some girl got chosen for Doyoung and Taeil to sing a song to her and Taeil sang a Bruno mars song I’m sorry I really can’t remember what it’s called but you guys know that one Bruno mars love song. His English was PRECIOUS he has a very sweet sing song voice. Everyone melted when he sang the Bruno Mars song like GODDDD boy really can sing well!! He’s a super cute puppy flower boy, he gives off pretty boy vibes 🌸. He was smiling a smol cute little smile the whole time he was very precious and I just wanted to love him.

Taeyong: MY FUCKING BIAS. WOOOW HES SOOO ATTRACTIVE WAS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE??? I WAS IN THE RED CARPET TAKING PICS THEN HE CAME OUT AND I JUST I PUT MY PHONE DOWN AND STARED AT HIM I HAD TO EXPERIENCE HIS BEAUTY RIGHT THERE MY MOUTH GOT FUCKING DRY AT HIS BEAUTY. Super nice skin super cute lil sweet heart trying to please everyone fan interaction every time u turn around. When he dances he GETS INTO IT his hair flops all around it’s really adorable! He hits all his moves super sharp and it’s very pleasing to see. He had a solo before all the other boys came out and he KILT THAT SHIT everyone was in shock because it was so good. He was very nervous and I was like abt to cry bc that’s my baby and no. He was talking in English and messed up and he DID THE CUTEST SHIT EVER he just looked at the ground and started smiling and all the boys just patted his back everyone said “awww” tho so I hope that made him feel better. Really a perfectionist, tried his hardest to speak really good English, ohh boy his English voice is cuteeeeee. He kept taking his jacket off because he was gettin hot. Has nice arms, the boys weren’t lying ab those veins girl u can see them from miles away, he has nice hands too. He’s kinda like Taeil he’s not very tall he’s more on the shorter side but very nice thin pretty dancer body. He was so pretty?They had a little fan interaction wheel of fortune thingy and he kept doing all the little popular American dances he was gettin it in. On stage he’s got a very sexy idgaf vibe, but in reality he’s cute and quiet. A fan had the same hair color as him and when he walked by her he pointed to his hair and then hers and gave a thumbs up. In all he really works hard and you can tell he really cares for everyone especially his members, he’s very nervous but once he gets past that he’s super cute and wants to make sure fans have a good time. ALSO HES FUCKING GORGEOUS I CANT EXPLAIN.

Johnny: BIG HES BIG TALL LEAN BUT MUSCULAR BUILD HE’S THE EPITOME OF A MAN. Very tall, I was at his elbow. He was right next to me and I almost fainted he was so hot. He has these little patches that look like irritated or inflamed skin on his left cheek near his neck and under his jaw his makeup artists covered it really well tho so I really couldn’t tell. He has flawless pore less skin it looked really soft and dewy. His hair was actual sex, the pictures don’t do him justice he fucking ROCKS this hair and it makes him give off sexy vibes. When I told him I loved him he gave me the sweetest smile ever and ugh I melted. Very polite baby!! Asked how everyone in my isle was doing and waved to everyone! I can’t get over how nice his body was I just wanted him to wrap me up in his arms so badly they looked so strong, his body is actually pretty wide but he’s lean and muscular, like he could engulf you. Bless those stylists tho bc his clothes fit him really well and he looked very cute. He’s a precious pure baby in a big sexy man body, he was smiling the whole concert everyone was PIPING HIS HEAD YO. He was talking and it got quiet and he was asking the members to show something and asking the girl who got picked for the song to pick a singing member and a girl in my isle screamed “I pick you Johnny” and he couldn’t contain his smile and laughter like he was cracking tf up. Every time it got quiet I would scream Johnny along with 2-3 other people in my isle and he would smile SO BIG. He was really happy, lots of Johnny stans there. His legs are big and long, when he dances you can see how big they are, he was smirking the whole cherry bomb choreo bc everyone kept screaming his name. In all he was extremely extremely handsome I wasn’t ready I had no idea how handsome he was! He’s so underrated please love him he deserves it. He’s a cute shy baby with a sexy face and body like he would treat u so well I can just tell. I really wanna meet him again!

Win win: PRINCE OF FUCKING CHINA. Huge eyes like they’re half his face. Symmetrical face with very nice features. Sort of round face. Good hair, pretty doll lips. He’s sort of on the shorter side and he’s thin but not as thin as Taeyong. He was gettin hyped, there were a lot of win win stans with little signs and stuff. He didn’t speak any English but listened very intently when Mark and Johnny and the others spoke English, you can tell he really wants to learn. I feel like he’s a fast learner. Very articulate and energetic dancer, looks like he’s having the time of his life on stage. Laughs at anything the members say, he really loves them. I was wearing an nct banner on my shoulders and he pointed at it and gave a heart and I thought I died for a sec. He tries to make sure every fan can see him like when they were waving goodbye he took the longest and kept stopping to wave 😂. He’s a cute baby and sometimes it seems like he isn’t thinking about anything? He loves being on stage and dances amazing I was so impressed by him, the other members all dance very well too. He seems very innocent and sweet, he works very hard and does a very energetic stage. Really tho he’s so handsome like prince of China frfr.

Jaehyun: TALL BABY! HANDSOME BABY! PRETTY BABY! MUSCULAR BABY! He really is tall, almost as tall as Johnny. Definitely most muscular in NCT he has BIG arms, you can see through his clothes how defined he is. His voice is deep, like deeper than on the actual tracks. AMAZING LIVE Singer. He sang live the whole time and everyone was amazed. He’s actually very good at dancing!!! A real man!! The type of guy u wanna wife up. Shy but confident, very smiley and cute with his members. His hair is really nice I wanted to run my hands through it so bad. When he was in the isle with me he kept looking around and licking his lips 😫😫. He’s really built so well and his voice sounds like honey. Actual prince. You think he looks good in pictures? Well if you see him in real life your gonna be blown back by his handsomeness.
Actor like chiseled features, looks like his jawline will cut you. Big eyes, small face. He was very pale, but not extremely pale he was just very symmetrical and perfect looking, he looked like if you could create the perfect man. Overall he seemed like a cute reserved sweet heart, once again shockingly handsome and sexy but also very cute!

Doyoung: BEAGLE! THIS BOY IS TALL AND CUTE! THIS BOY IS BOYFRIEND MATERIAL! He has very circular big eyes, he’s pretty thin. Legs r long as fuck they look like they’re his whole body. Sweet high voice when he sings, he sings very well live. When he was singing to the girl i was shocked how nice his voice really was. Cute hair, it’s also kinda thin. He gives off cutesy boyfriend vibes. Aesthetic boyfriend. Model boyfriend. Very well spoken and articulate. Very chic! Once again he seems like a model or something. All his clothes looked like he was modeling them. Cute stage presence equally cute up close. He wasn’t shy at all he just walked down the isle I was like damn ok. He has this sort of happy but chic aura. This boy knows what he’s doing he’s very good. Overall I just wanna walk through ny with him and take aesthetic pictures, such a boyfriend oml.

Yuta: HANSOME! SMART! LIKE REALLY DAMN HANDSOME! He’s a bias wrecker, he damn near stole my heart. Sexy boy fr tho idk if he knows how sexy he is tho. Good dancer too. DEEP DEEP VOICE FUCKKKK. His Korean is really good too. He’s in the middle for height also. When he dances he thrusts his hips a lot. You know that part in the beginning of cherry bomb the “I’m the biggest hit” part? Boy was thrusting his hips super hard. Nice body, also kinda thin but somewhat muscular. Really attractive and handsome, it’s like he commands your attention and leaves you wanting more. More of a smirk than a smile on stage. Cocky and sexy on and off stage, off stage he’s a tiny bit more cute tho. Sexy without trying sort of dancing. Sweater paws the whole night! He wasn’t sweating super bad despite his million layers of clothes. Seems like the school bad boy. Major bad boy vibes. Watch out tho bc then he’ll do some cute shit and steal ur heart. Overall very sexy with a good stage presence, I feel like he’s very cocky but in a good way like it’s hot, MAJOR BIAS WRECKER.


Mark: SUPER CUTE SUNSHINE BABY TRYING HIS BEST HE WANTS TO PLEASE YOU HES A GIFT FROM GOD! When I tell you the cutest most sweetest lil baby ever I mean it. Little baby facial features with big round eyes. His voice is surprisingly deep in real life? Tries to give bad boy sexy vibes on stage but just ends up being a cutie. PROTECT HIM. He can dance very well I would say one of the best dancers. FULL OF ENERGY THE WHOLE NIGHT. His hair was all floppy and bouncing around it was so precious. He was getting down to the wheel of fortune song like he was actually dancing really well to the random tune. He’s just so super cute and smiley UGJ. He will brighten your day. He was nervous and kept stuttering in English and smiling at the floor it was cute. His English voice is so nice to hear it’s like the perfect tone it just sort of flows into you ears. Bouncing around the stage the whole night. TRYING HIS ABSOLUTE HARDEST AND BEST. Really hard worker. Sweating a bit but it was cute. Everything he does is cute. Overall I jut wanna protect him and watch him grow and get more popular, he’s really so lovable.

Haechan: AWWWWWWW CUTE LIL BABY BOY! SOOO EXCITED AB EVERYTHING! When he dances he also bounces around. SMOL! Heart piercing smile! SMIRKING THROUGH EVERY PERFORMANCE. It’s funny because he thinks he’s older than he is and it’s really cute. CUTE PRECIOUS BABY FAT I HOPE IT NEVR GOES AWAY. Sweet baby face and very interesting and melodic voice. I’m smiling while I write this y'all he was so cute in his little shorts. He was so fucking happy and excited just really super precious. He can dance really well too he killed his solo thingy. Really sweet baby you would never know how much of a trouble maker he was. He’s really the cutest lil thing and so excited he couldn’t contain it! God I just wanna protect him.

ask-changeling-eight  asked:

Your movement of anti fascism will fail. Do you know why? Because fascism doesn't exist. We killed it after world war 2. Honestly if you did even a little research into fascist Italy Japan or Germany you'd see you're just like them. Black uniforms, masks with skulls, attacking people to instill total fear into the hearts of people who don't agree with you. Fighting fascism with fascism doesn't make you the good guys, it makes you a slightly different version of fascist.

Sigh.  The sad thing is that we get messages just like this from clear, well-informed experts on fascism like ask-changeling-eight all the time.  

Because fascism doesn’t exist. We killed it after world war 2

Oh, that’ll be a huge surprise to Francoist Spain or the Estado Novo regime in Portugal or the people suffering under the fascists of Daesh/ISIS/ISIL or the 200+ fascist cults, political parties, and terrorist groups that have existed since WW2.  You should tell them.

you’d see you’re just like them. Black uniforms, masks with skulls,

Of course, because fascism (which we’ll remind you no longer exists according to yourself) is defined by the clothes people wear.  That’s in the dictionary-definition of fascism, right?

fas·cismˈfaSHˌizəm/nounan authoritarian and nationalistic right-wing system of government and social organization.synonyms:authoritarianism, totalitarianism, dictatorship, despotism, autocracy; More (in general use) extreme right-wing, authoritarian, or intolerant views or practice.

fascism [fash-iz-uh m] noun1.(sometimes initial capital letter) a governmental system led by a dictator having complete power, forcibly suppressing opposition and criticism, regimenting all industry, commerce, etc., and emphasizing an aggressive nationalism and often racism.2.(sometimes initial capital letter) the philosophy, principles, or methods of fascism.3.(initial capital letter) a political movement that employs the principles and methods of fascism, especially the one established by Mussolini in Italy 1922–43.

fascism noun  fas·cism \ˈfa-ˌshi-zəm also ˈfa-ˌsi-\

1often capitalized :  a political philosophy, movement, or regime (such as that of the Fascisti) that exalts nation and often race above the individual and that stands for a centralized autocratic government headed by a dictatorial leader, severe economic and social regimentation, and forcible suppression of opposition2:  a tendency toward or actual exercise of strong autocratic or dictatorial control early instances of army fascism and brutality — J. W. Aldridge

attacking people to instill total fear into the hearts of people who don’t agree with you.

Right.  Because advocating for apartheid and genocide = just another, perfectly normal opinion that we may not agree with and should just have a polite debate about over tea.  

Or maybe fascism (which, of course, you’ve informed us doesn’t exist), isn’t even a valid opinion but instead is a historically & scientifically-discredited belief that is common to the beginning of every genocide in human history.  

Fighting fascism with fascism doesn’t make you the good guys, it makes you a slightly different version of fascist.

Now where have we heard this liberal false equivalency bullshit before?  


hooligan-nova “Fighting fascists makes you a fascist” makes no sense. The defining feature of fascism is not violence.

If I fight a mugger I’m not a mugger. If I fight a bear it doesn’t make me a bear.
Fascism is about control and antifascism is about refusal of that control. 


Let’s leave the last word for Holocaust survivor Frank Frison, shall we?

“If fascism could be defeated in debate, I assure you that it would never have happened, neither in Germany, nor in Italy, nor anywhere else. Those who recognised its threat at the time and tried to stop it were, I assume, also called “a mob”. Regrettably too many “fair-minded” people didn’t either try, or want to stop it, and, as I witnessed myself during the war, accommodated themselves when it took over … People who witnessed fascism at its height are dying out, but the ideology is still here, and its apologists are working hard at a comeback. Past experience should teach us that fascism must be stopped before it takes hold again of too many minds, and becomes useful once again to some powerful interests.”   

ask-changeling-eight, if you’d like to actually learn about what fascism is and how it developed so you don’t look like such an ill-informed jackass the next time you decide to opine on the topic, we’d recommend having an adult read & explain this book to you.


Move, Made.

Muse: Min Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Lots of fluff and the usual pinch of angst!
Word: 3.5k
Type: A friends with benefits AU ─In which one of you falls in love with the other and confesses without saying the three little words. + College AU

Parts: I, II & III

Originally posted by leojuseyo

+You’re in love with your fuck buddy, Yoongi’s best friend, Hoseok. And Yoongi recently made it known that he more than likes you in his bed, naked.

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Hey guys, I wanted to make a tiny post to explain the difference between haute couture and ready to wear, since from what I’ve seen around here, most people tend to think every gown is haute couture. Alright so, a haute couture piece is entirely sewn by hand, yes you heard it right folks! Those glittering Elie Saab gowns you reblog are all made without the help of any sewing machine. BUT, there are lots of gowns and dresses which are amazing, yet not haute couture, so they simply fit into the ready to wear category. Here are two links of two different collections so you can see what I meant: 1. Wonderful gowns, am I right?! Yet, it’s not haute couture 2. HAUTE COUTURE!
So in conclusion, every gown you see is not necessarily a haute couture gown, because haute couture doesn’t define the type of clothes that they make, but the way they are made.

Update: to all of the people adding details to the definition, thank you! I thought I’d keep it simple so that’s why I left out some stuff.

mylyannasnow  asked:

Kinda weird question but, do you think Cersei ever dressed in Baratheon colors during her marriage with Robert, or did she always prefer Lannister red/gold?

Well… Cersei has never worn Baratheon colors in her appearances in the books. She favors green, but sometimes red and gold, sometimes white and gold, and black when in mourning – but never gold and black combined. Except once:

When it was time for the changing of the cloaks, the bride sank gracefully to her knees and Tommen covered her with the heavy cloth-of-gold monstrosity that Robert had cloaked Cersei in on their own wedding day, with the crowned stag of Baratheon worked upon its back in beads of onyx. –AFFC, Cersei III

Though Cersei really has no room to talk about cloth-of-gold monstrosities, considering Tywin’s cloak:

His greatcloak was sewn from countless layers of cloth-of-gold, so heavy that it barely stirred even when he charged, so large that its drape covered most of his stallion’s hindquarters when he took the saddle. No ordinary clasp would suffice for such a weight, so the greatcloak was held in place by a matched pair of miniature lionesses crouching on his shoulders, as if poised to spring. –AGOT, Tyrion VIII

and it’s not like she hasn’t worn cloth-of-gold herself:

Cersei’s gown was snowy linen, white as the cloaks of the Kingsguard. Her long dagged sleeves showed a lining of gold satin. –ACOK, Sansa V

Queen Cersei shimmered in a cloth-of-gold gown slashed in burgundy velvet –ACOK, Sansa VIII

At least I will not be expected to don mourning for Tyrion. I shall dress in crimson silk and cloth-of-gold for that, and wear rubies in my hair. –AFFC, Cersei II

She wore a white gown slashed with cloth-of-gold, lacy but demure. –AFFC, Cersei VI

So, evidently it’s not the cloth-of-gold that’s the “monstrosity” to Cersei… but the Baratheon part. And since Robert permanently alienated her on their wedding night – and since she is quite definitely Cersei Lannister, never Baratheon – then yes, I would doubt if she ever wore Baratheon colors, gold and black, except incidentally in addition to Lannister crimson.

anonymous asked:

Oh dear, those new pictures of Caitriona. She is looking her age, tired and less fresh. Don't get me wrong. She is a gorgeous woman but she is aging. One cannot blame Sam for moving on.

Oh, dear, you must be full from ingesting excessive amounts of crumbs from the patriarchal table. 

I see an accomplished woman taking the responsibility of promoting a show that she is proud of and doing a wonderful job at it. I see a woman who is confident in herself and who does not need her clothes to define her. 

Why the need to tie a woman’s worth to a man? Cait is Cait. She is not worth more or less because she is with Sam. The normalization of men’s desire for anything younger, and the equation of younger with “fresher” and better is one of the ways that women disempower girls and themselves. Self-esteem should not come from male acceptance.

I sincerely hope you are not measuring your worth according to the men who would date you. Put yourself front and center and they will come. I think that a man of quality and substance prefers a partner who takes pride in herself. 

anonymous asked:

I'm a little confused: If gender is a social construct mostly made up by "gender norms", and the LGBT community wants to defy gender norms, then what does it mean to be one gender? If someone calls themself a girl, but displays nothing that could connect them to a girl, what makes them "feel" like a girl? The only thing connecting them is the title and pronouns. What does it feel like to be "a girl"? (I mean in no way to sound rude, I'm just trying to understand)

Hmm, how can I explain this. 

Did you have a stuffed animal as a kid? Preferably one where you just had to have before you went to bed. It had self imposed meaning right? Whatever name you gave it, whatever animal it was, it was yours. If your mom or dad or a stranger told you otherwise you’d correct them bluntly as kids do. That specific stuffed animal might have even felt more special to you even if you had a pile of others. It couldn’t just be replaced by one like it. That wouldn’t have felt the same. 

Now, let’s say you go over to a sleep over and some of stuffed animals are girls, despite everyone having wildly different animals and shapes thereof. Maybe some have dresses, maybe some are like beanie babies and just have a name card. Maybe some don’t even have that. So what connects the stuffed animal to being a girl? What makes it feel like a girl? When the only thing might be appearance, a name that might not even sound gendered, or less? You do. 

You defined that reality. You set those personal definitions. In my opinion it’s the same with gendering yourself. What defines that is not clothes, or names, or bodies, or pronouns. You do. And very often there are thing that can help us feel more or less like our gender but if you bottom line it. You feel like a girl, when you feel like a girl. 

anonymous asked:

I saw your anon about your shading and I have to agree with the anon! could you tell or show me what you mean with 'shading and folds define how the clothes are filled'. I think I know what you mean but I wanna be sure and understand it. thank you

Oh yes sure
I mean that the way folds and shades fall on clothes shows the body underneath..or gives an idea of the body’s form.

Like for example here we have the same shirt and the more or less the same lightning source but the folds/shades are way different

This is very quickly done and just the rough basics but you still can see that the shirt falls differently all the time and gives and idea of the body underneath.
Be it the shirt being too tight, or showing a bit of boobs or belly..or just a very loose falling shirt.

I hope this helps!

Candy, Kisses, & Elevator Sex (John x Reader x Alex)

A/N: Here’s my Valentine’s Day Special! Sorry it took so long, got into my writing zone and just couldn’t stop! Hope you enjoy!

You opened your eyes enjoying the feeling of refreshment that you didn’t usually get from just waking up. You snatched your phone off the bedside charger to check the time.

“CRAP!”

You overslept! Springing out of bed, you ripped off your pajamas as you bolted to the bathroom to get ready. Half an hour later you were dressed at least semi-well and running to catch the train to work. If you gave it your all you might be able to make it to work on time.

Panting for air, you held your travel cup of bitter black coffee in your hand and a pop tart in your other. They balanced in your grip as the station came into your sights. Just a few blocks away, the heel of one of your pumps caught itself on a crack in sidewalk and made you crash onto the cement. It was food and drink massacre.

The frosting from the pop tart smeared on the sleeve of your coat. The force of the tumble popped the top off your mug and coffee spilled everywhere. Your knees and palms had been scraped and bruised along with your ego.

Getting back on your feet, you found that your heel was finished. Limping the rest of the blocks to the station, you purchased a ticket and struggled up the stairs to the boarding platform before the train arrived.

You slumped in the farthest corner of the train and sighed wondering if the day could get any worse. Then your phone vibrated.

It was a text from your boyfriend, Sam. He must sent you a Happy Valentine’s Day text message. He was so sweet. You unlocked your phone to look at the message, excited that it must be about your plans for tonight. He said he had a surprise for you!

Sammy Sea-bunny:

Salutations (Y/N). I’m sorry to inform you that I have fallen in love with someone else. I’m regret that I couldn’t tell you in person. Hope we can still be friends.

You stared at your phone. The pain in your knees and palms from your fall overshadowed by the pain you were feeling in your heart. You couldn’t believe it. You already made reservations at an exclusive resort in California for your vacation in June. You had planned to London for his birthday. You quickly replied back.

You:

Eat a dick, asshole.

You silenced your phone and shoved it into the deepest part of your purse. It was all too much for you to take especially on a day without your daily coffee and breakfast. One more thing and you’d lose it. You just needed to make it through one work day and later you can cry over a glass of wine and your emergency chocolate stash.

Standing in front of the silver elevator doors in your bare feet, you waited impatiently for the doors to open. About two blocks into your walk from the train station, you decided to forsake your heels and go bare foot because it was better than limping around. Luckily you kept an extra pair of sandals in your desk that would get you through the day. You didn’t have any client meetings and had just treated yourself to a pedicure, so your feet looked fabulous.

The doors finally opened and a bunch of people pushed past you. You stepped in and pressed the button for the fiftieth floor. Behind you came in two younger men. One pushed a cart full of dozens of assorted floral bouquets and Valentine’s baskets. You glanced from one handsome face to the next. Ugh.

They were attractive to say the least. Nice features, full lips, young faces, slender bodies, and it looked like they had some well-defined muscles underneath their clothes. You licked your lips and looked away. Not like you wanted anything to do with the male species ever again, but looking didn’t count right?

The taller one and the one close to you were dressed in jeans and blue t-shirts, his jacket tied around his slender waist. He pushed the button for the sixtieth floor and met your eye. He gave you a small smirk like he knew you were staring. You scowled in reply, looking at the doors in front of you. Screw pretty boys and the rest of their kind.

Out of the corner of your eye you could spot him looking you over. You quickly felt the urge to explain why you were carrying your shoes but pushed it away. You didn’t need to explain yourself to anyone, especially two guys in a elevator.

You sighed and closed your eyes as the elevator began to move up. Soon you’d be in your cubicle, put on your flip-flops, and get some high calorie sugar treat and crappy coffee from the vending machine area. The guys behind you were talking about something, but you were honestly too busy thinking about whether to get a cinnamon bun and powdered donuts when a strange screeching sound came from above. The three of them looked at each other that sound was obviously not normal. Then, came a loud clicking followed by one weird bang and then elevator completely halted.

“What the hell was that?!” said the short guy. He walked over and pressed his floor button a few times.

“I don’t know but it doesn’t sound good,” said his friend. His hands buried in his jean pockets as he leaned into the corner of the elevator, legs crossed nervously. He wore the same blue t-shirt with matching logo on the front. Same as the other guy. You could make out the design more clearly now. Washington Floral Co. That was the local flower shop a few blocks over. You had seen their bouquets in the building before.

“Please don’t tell me we’re stuck in here,” you whispered. You walked over to the control panel. “Of all days, why’d it have to do today?” You pressed the emergency call button.

A voice came over the speaker. “Peggy here.”

“Hello. Um… I think the elevator stopped.”

“Can you tell me which one miss?”

You looked at the two boys but they both shrugged their shoulders.

“Uh… the one not moving. Isn’t there some kind of master panel or something?” You asked, rubbing your forehead. “I think it’s the middle one on the left, maybe. Or it could be the right?”

“Alright, I’ll contact maintenance and get someone on it. Sit tight. We’ll have you out in a jiffy~.”

“I hope they hurry up. We’ve got a ton of deliveries to make today,” said the short guy as he flung his jacket onto the bottom of the cart. He ran a hand through his dark locks and you wondered at how it was possible for it to look even better tousled. “John, better call Mrs.W, tell her what’s going on.”

John dialed up whoever Mrs.W was and turned to face the far wall for privacy. Which wasn’t really that private since they were trapped in an elevator. You caught sight of his firm backside and did a double take. Following along his waist up to his shoulders where his t-shirt was stretched taut by the muscles in his back, curving over his shoulders and hugging the muscles in his arms. He had a nice swimmers body type. Your stomach flipped and you snapped your head away.

You tried to focus on playing on your phone instead, looking at the time. Only five minutes had passed. Everything was being handled right? They’d be out in fifteen minutes tops, right? You took a deep breath and jammed your hands in your pockets hoping the rescue would come fast.

Twenty more minutes went by and Peggy’s voice finally came back. “Hello ma’am?”

You rushed up to talk near the mic. Not that you needed to but it felt awkward just talking into air. “I’m here.”

“It’s going to be a little longer than we thought. Seems there a computer malfunction and we have to get the tech guys. It’ll be awhile.”

“Peggy?” You waited for her to reply but got nothing. “Peggy! How long is awhile?”

“I’d say at least an hour or two. However, traffic is pretty bad today. Could be three.”

“Three hours!”

“Sorry ma’am. You got company or are you by yourself?”

You looked at the two boys. “There’s two other people in here with me. But don’t you have cameras?”

“Yep, but they’ve been out of order for weeks now. Some parts on back order. Always something isn’t it?” she laughed.

You on the other hand didn’t feel like laughing one bit. You backed up to the elevator’s wall and dropped to the floor, looking at the small square you were trapped in. The walls were closing in, seeming to get thinner. Three hours. You would have to sit here for three whole hours at the least. The events of the day hitting you like a ton of bricks.

You buried your face in your hands and that’s when the flood gates broke. A slow trickle at first, until both eyes gushed salty tears and you sat there sobbing into your hurt hands.

“Hey now. Being in an elevator with the two of us isn’t all that bad, is it?” said a voice from the other side of the room.

You gave sniffle, peeking between the strands of hair that cascaded in front of your eyes. The tall one in the corner had sat down as well and was scooting up closer to you. Oh my gosh!

You had finally reached rock bottom, crying your eyes out in a elevator in front of two hot guys. Squeezing your eyes tight and hiding your face more, wishing you could just disappear.

“Are you okay,” he asked, gently touching your leg and quickly looked up. You saw his deep brown eyes and freckles staring at you, through those sweet dark lashes, worried. “We won’t be in here forever you know.”

You shook your head. “It’s not that.”

You pulled up the text from Sam, holding it out for the stranger to see.

“Holy shit.” He gave your leg a firm squeeze. “I’m so sorry. That sucks and today of all days.”

“What sucks?” Alex knelt down next to them and freckles showed him the phone. “Woah. That’s a crappy way to start the day, huh?”

“You have no idea,” you said, telling them about the rest of your morning.

“So that’s the reason you weren’t wearing shoes. I’m Alex by the way and this big lug is John. We deliver for the florist not too far from here to help out with college expenses.”

“(Y/N). I work in the building. Shouldn’t you have classes now?”

“Yeah, but we’re skipping because we make a shit-ton of cash on Valentine’s Day.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “I bet.”

Alex’s eyebrows creased. “Listen, don’t worry about that Sam-I-Am guy. You got it goin’ on and deserve way better than that ass.”

You blushed, never could take a compliment.

“I couldn’t take my eyes off you when you first walked in and I was so nervous when you caught me.”

“Stop it,” You giggled. “But thanks.”

“I have an idea,” said John, his eyes sparkling with playfulness.

“This guy has the best ideas.”

“Let’s see what Miss floor 60 has in one of her baskets?”

“No way! We can’t do that!” You protested.

“Don’t worry about it,” said John, waving you off.

“She has most of the cart. Besides our boss will give the guy a refund. Say it was a delivery problem because of an elevator problem. Which is technically right.” He smiled, sporting two dimples on either side of his smile. He must of got a lot of tips with that smile.

“She must be a pret-ty busy woman,” said John with a huge grin.

You looked at the cart full of sweets and swallowed. Then you looked at the two men across from you, heat traveling down your body. You decided to ignore it by fiddling with your skirt.

Alex jumped up and walked over to the cart, scanning over the gifts that Miss 60 received. “This one.” He held up a basket. There was nothing special or fancy about the packaging. It appears to be the simplest one. “No card and nothing special about it, she’ll never notice it’s gone.”

The two guys ripped open the basket packaging like kids on Christmas. You shook your head as they pulled out some of the stuff inside.

John picked up a bottle of champagne from the basket. “Looks like we have something to drink!” He tore off the gold wrapping and popped the cork with ease. The basket didn’t include glasses, so the three of you had to make do without. John held out the bottle to you. “Ladies first, of course.”

You took it and raised it up. “Cheers and Happy Valentine’s Day to us.”

Putting the bottle to your mouth and letting the liquid glide down your throat. You passed it off to John, brushing fingertips in the exchange. Pleasure tingled between your legs. Your eyes met and a slow smile curved his lips making your nipples tighten. What was happening? You had gotten dumped, then two guys come along, and you were all in an extremely enclosed space.

John took three swigs, licking his lips as he looked at you, and then handed the bottle to Alex, who pulled out a box of chocolates. “Anyone up for some free chocolate?”

“Yes please.” You raised your hand. Finally you’d get some food in you.

Alex was about to pass the box to you but John put a hand in front to stop him. He leaned over and whispered something in Alex’s ear. You couldn’t hear but Alex nodded and grinned as they whispered to each other, then they turned to you.

“Sooo, you can have a chocolate, but you have to close your eyes.” Alex stated with a waggle of his brows. Suddenly the temperature seemed to spike as your mouth went dry.

“What the—? No way I’m closing my eyes.” You crossed your arms and leaned back against wall, trying hard to ignore the waves of excitement that flooded your body.

“Come on. Live a little.” John dangled piece of chocolate in front of your face.

“You. Are. So. Bad.” You bit your lip. “Give me that champagne.”

You held out your palm and Alex passed the bottle to you. Wrapping your lips around the bottle and gulping down two more mouthfuls.

“What’s wrong with being bad?” asked John innocently, popping a chocolate into his mouth. “Makes games more fun and if you don’t like our game, you can stop. Cross my heart and hope to die.”

John crossed the left side of his chest, making you wonder what his chest looked like under that fitted t-shirt and your heart sped up.

“But I must give you a word of warning, we’ve never met anyone that hasn’t appreciated any one of our games~”

You could feel the wetness between your legs grow. Head swimming with all your ideas of what kind of games these two wanted to play? “So you two often play games together?”

A smile spread across John’s freckled face, knowing what was running through your mind. “Only with the special ones.”

You followed the length of John’s body as he stretched out in front of you, admiring the way his shirt curved over his arms and clung to the tight body, how the denim of his jeans placed low on his waist and your eyes nearly popped out at the bulge straining in his pants. A rush of electricity surged through you as your eyes darted back to his cute face. “A-And you’re considering me special?”

“Today, we want to treat you like a Queen,” said Alex as he sat up on his heels.

Too excited, you couldn’t resist anymore. “So, what do I have to do?”

“While your eyes are closed, you have to guess the right flavor inside of the chocolate,” replied John nonchalantly.

“What do I get if I’m right?”

“Heh… if you’re right, Alex or I, depending on who you got the chocolate from, will have to take off an article of clothing. But… if you’re wrong… you do.” John smiled again like before, like he knew just how hard you wanted him. By chance, he moved his hand to adjust himself and your eyes carefully eying his body and movements.

Alex leaned over, closer to you and grabbing the champagne bottle that sat in your lap and took a gulp. The air suddenly became heated as the three of you sat there and looked from one to another. You couldn’t believe you were doing this!

You were about to play strip chocolate game with probably the most attractive guys you’d ever been in a room with. Your vanilla sex life was about to end.

You took a deep breath to try and calm yourself. “Okay, I’ll play.”

“Sweet,” Alex exclaimed and sat up straight.

“Me first,” said John, grabbing a chocolate and crawling over to you on his knees holding the piece of chocolate in one hand. “Now, close your eyes.”

You couldn’t hide your blush, closing your eyes tightly and waiting to feel the chocolate on your lips. You felt the pressure of something smooth along your lips and opened your mouth, tasting the minty richness of chocolate on your taste buds as the small piece entered your mouth followed by the touch of soft warm lips on yours. John’s lips. He had bitten off half of the chocolate and given you the other half. The chocolate began to melt in your mouth as his lips lingered on yours and his body hovered over you. Your body trembling from just one teeny kiss.

You opened your eyes as John backed away, his eyes half-libbed and swimming with desire. “So, what flavor?”

“…what?…” Oh, right, you had to guess the flavor. You chewed and swallowed the rest of tasty treat. “Easy one. Mint.”

John grinned. “That’s right.”

He wasted no time pulling off his t-shirt. You lost all ability to function. He was slender but his abdominal muscle clearly defined. You just wanted to reach out and brush your fingertips along in his slim frame.

You watched as his eyes flickered down to your chest and back to your face. That’s when you realized the show you were giving the two of them the entire time. Your nipples were tiny mountains against the soft fabric of your thin bra since you rejected the one with padding this morning and they had made their presence know under your red silk blouse.

You snatched the champagne away from Alex. You had a desire to just pour it over John’s chest and lick off every yummy drop but pushed that idea away.

“Time for my shot,” sung Alex already in front of you, the chocolate between his teeth.

“You are nonstop,” You said, wiping some champagne from the side of your mouth.

He pulled the chocolate out of his mouth with his fingers. “Yep, I’ve been told that a few times. Now, close your eyes.”

You closed your eyes again but secretly peeked a bit, watching as Alex crawled up to you and raised his face up to yours, delicately sliding his hands up the back of your head and tangling his fingers in your hair. He was floating so close that you could feel the heat radiating off his body on yours. Shit, he was so sexy. You felt like you were losing your mind. You were so turned on that you just wanted to jump the two boys and eat them up like chocolate.

Alex finally pressed his lips to yours, sliding the chocolate into your mouth. Soft. Creamy. Delicate. Alex plunged his tongue in afterward and crushed a kiss against your mouth, leaving you hot and breathless. He pulled away, his eyes darkened with lust.

“What did you think?”

Your cheeks were still burning from the kiss, but you managed to respond. “Delectable. Cherry is one of my favorite flavors. You lose.”

John laughed. “She got you, man.”

Alex chuckled, looking you directly in the eyes as he pulled off his shirt without breaking contact. You caught a sniff of his body spray as he threw his shirt into the other corner. The scent filled your nose and you wanted it all over your body, covering you, him covering you. The throbbing between your legs intensified and the magnetic pull you felt from each man as they went back and forth was dizzying.

“Alright, alright, time for the second round and it’s going to get a lot harder.” John shook the box of chocolates in hand mixing them up.

Harder? That’s exactly what you wanted. “Prepare to lose.”

Alex grinned, peering into the box since John already chose his piece. “Confident, are you? Then how about this. Round two is double or nothing.”

The boys looked at you for approval.

“Why not,” you said with a shrug. “I’ve still got all my clothes on.”

“Okay, but I just want to make sure you’re good with this,” he said, his face and voice serious.

“Fellas, I am so good with this right now you couldn’t comprehend it.”

Alex beamed. “Double or nothing then.”

John placed the chocolate between his pearly whites and began to crawl toward you except this time you decided to meet him halfway. You faced each other on your knees, leaning up and biting off half of the chocolate in his mouth. You sucked the piece into your mouth and let it melt on your tongue. John was right, it was harder. Peanut? Macadamia? Almond? Walnut? You weren’t really a fan of nuts, so you had no idea.

John leaned over to place a gentle kiss over your lips. Welcoming him, you threw your arms over his shoulders. Your tongues exploring each other’s mouths as his hands traveled down your back and pulled you close.

He pressed his hips into yours and the feel of his cock against you almost cost you the game. The friction between your thighs was so much that you’d need release soon but they weren’t actually going to finish you off in the elevator, right?

John pulled away from the kiss but still kept his lips on yours.

“Flavor?” he asked, his lips against yours, his breath hot on your face. Your mind was to mushy to register for a second, feeling drunk on chocolate and kisses.

“Um…Almond?”

He cocked his half-smile again. “Nope. You. Lose.”

You went completely red. John didn’t back away and Alex didn’t look away. “A deal’s a deal, I guess.”

You couldn’t believe your were going to take your shirt off in an elevator. One by one you undid the simple buttons on your blouse, sliding it off your shoulders and letting it fall away. You were relieved that you wore a newer bra.

“That’s one piece,” you panted. John put his hands behind his back, looking like he couldn’t stop from touching you.

Now you could do the teasing. Unzipping your skirt, pushing it down your hips, pass your thighs, and to your knees. You looked at both of them noticing how they were intensely staring.

Standing back upright you faced John. “I still have another turn.”

Wordless, John moved to the side to let you pass. You looked at Alex who had placed the chocolate between his lips and patted his stomach, motioning you to straddle him. You rubbed your sweaty palms on your thighs, making them burn more. You situated yourself onto him and bit down on the chocolate. Leaning more onto Alex, pressing chest to chest, face to face, the boner beneath his jeans hard and protruding.

“Cinnamon,” you mumbled.

“Correct.”

With you still on top, Alex slid off his pants and then his boxers. The only thing between you was the thin fabric of your panties that you were pretty sure are soaked by now due to the last round.

“So…um… who won?”

Alex got up to his knees and knelt in front of you. His hard cock, brushing against your thigh. You couldn’t help yourself, dropping your eyes to peek down, wanting to know what he’d been hiding. His slim physique did not do him justice!

So long and thick, you just wanted to reach out and stroke it, lick across the smooth skin and make him beg for more.

“Is there ever really a loser in stripping games?” John asked.

You laughed, shaking your head. Biting your lip, asking the question that weighed desperately on your mind.

“So… how far can the game go?”

Alex lifted your chin with an index finger. “As far as you want Queen (Y/N).”

"Why didn’t you say that in the first place! Game over!” You exclaimed, wrapping a hand around Alex’s cock and the other around his neck, plunging him into a deep kiss. He passionately kissed back, enveloping your mouth, tangling with your tongue. Then you felt the hands of someone else behind you.

John knelt behind you, kissing the tender area of your ear, sending currents of pleasure down your body.

“Which of us do you prefer? Have a favorite?” he asked.

You looked at him from over your shoulder. “I don’t know. It’s like asking me to choose between apple pie or cinnamon rolls. I just can’t. Do I have to pick?”

John pressed a kissed to your lips in reply. Feeling behind you, scrambling with trying to unbutton his jeans, anxious to get them off. Meanwhile, Alex quickly busied himself with your breasts. Taking off your bra, rolling your nipples between his fingers, licking at the hard buds, making sure to give them equal attention.

John finally removed his jeans and boxers, his cock sprung from the fabric prison and slid along your backside causing little waves of heat to follow. Reaching his hand around, he slipped two fingers into you.

“You are so wet.”

Your pussy felt like it was on fire. You moaned as John made little circles with his finger on your clit. Alex moved his head to take one of your breasts into his mouth, sucking and rolling it with his tongue. You arched against John as he stroked your slit and Alex played with your breasts.

“Fuck,” you grunted, grasping Alex’s shoulders for support, your pelvis bouncing on John’s hand.

John came out from behind you, placing his shirt on the floor and laying you on it.

“Have you ever been with two men before,” he asked lustfully.

“No,” you panted. Alex gently slid his jacket under your head and kissed the top of your nose as John placed himself between your legs. You shivered in anticipation.

He spread your legs wide and gave you a smile before burying his tongue in your fold. Fixing his mouth around your mound and plunging deep inside. You gasped and squirmed at the intense pleasure that blew through your body. Alex sucked on your bottom lip while John played with your pussy.

Moaning at how Alex devoured your mouth, while John plunged and greedily licked your folds and thrust his fingers inside you, slowly, achingly pumping in and out.

Spreading your legs more and arching your pelvis, you grabbed Alex by the neck and pulled his face to yours, twisting your hands in his dark locks. You were so close!

You felt the tension build up in your groin, desperately wanting relief. Pulling away from Alex’s mouth you moaned thirstily.

"More…Don't…Please…Need…”

John popped his head up. “Trade places!”

Before you knew it John had spun you by the legs toward Alex. You quickly felt the warmth of Alex’s two smaller hands as he raised your hips up and pulled you against his skillful mouth. He vigorously devoured you again.

He moved faster and wilder than John, alternating between finger and tongue, between circles and broad strokes, up and down.

“Alex!” You bucked and screamed his name.

Your hips thrust up and you went for his head but John blocked with a passionate kiss, encasing you in his arms. You fell back trapped in John’s embrace. White haze appearing behind your eyelids as the tension built up in your stomach. Your body wiggling and breath completely out in short pants.

“Ahhh…” You moaned into John’s kiss.

John broke away. “Hold up. Not yet.”

Alex gave one more hard lick to your entrance before lifting his head. Panting you could only lay there and mewl.

“What?… No… don’t stop.”

John knelt in front of you, that familiar grin back on his face, his eyes drilling into you. “I saw you licking your lips earlier.”

His eyes flashed to his cock then back up to you.

Finally! Readily crawling closer to him on all fours, grasping his cock with both hands. You licked the salty cum from the tip, taking more into your mouth. His cock was big, one of the biggest ones you’ve ever had the pleasure of blowing so you couldn’t hold yourself back from working all the way down his length till he reached the back of your throat.

John’s head fell back, his eyes shut tight as he gave a carnal hiss. You mentally smiled to yourself. John tangled a hand in your hair and held your shoulder with the other as Alex placed himself next to you, his warm palms massaging your bare butt.

He positioned his cock at your entrance, gripping your waist, and thrusting inside you, finally filling you. You squealed around John’s cock, tongue circling the cock. Alex pumped in and out, rocking you back and forth on John’s cock. Alex picked up the pace and you sucked harder. Getting off on how you could give pleasure and get pleasure at the same time.

Alex hit that spot deep within you that sent a huge tremor of pleasure through you and made stars appear in your vision. To make it better Alex reached around and stroked your clit while he pounded into you. His hand moved rapidly and wildly. The three of you built up a thread of stress that was about to snap. HARD!

Airy grunts, gasps, and the sound of skin slapping on skin echoing in the cramped elevator. You were lost in the pleasure and passion of the moment.

John hardened his grip on your shoulder. “I’m going to come.”

You reached up and played with his balls, making his entire body shudder with a few more thrusts before discharging the salty warmth of his orgasm into your mouth. You still kept sucking eagerly on his cock, wanting to prolong the moment.

John pulled your hands up to his shoulders as Alex continued to finger your clit and fuck you from behind. The feeling getting stronger than any you had ever experienced before. Digging your fingers into John’s shoulders. You were going to come!

“Oh, hell yes!”

“I love to hear you say that,” Alex breathed heavily as he continued his motions. Your body began to tremble and tighten around his cock as he came inside you. Your body exploded like little tiny riffles that blew through your body, exploding in different directions, and everything else melting away.

When you came back, the three of you collapsed in a tangle of naked arms and legs and bodies.

John kissed your forehead and Alex kissed your neck.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” They said together.

You smiled and cuddled closer to them. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

John planted another kiss on your lips as Alex lightly smacked your ass.

You froze when static erupted from the speaker on the button panel.

“Hello Ma’am?”

You quickly got up. “Y—Yes?”

“Sorry for the wait. There was trouble fixing it. Luckily the fire department is on their way to get you guys out of there and will be there in a few.”

“A few!” The three of you jumped up. “Thanks a lot!”

Racing to put on your clothes already able hear the noises coming from above. Getting the last button on your shirt just as the scraping of metal on metal came from above.

The door in the elevator ceiling was being removed and a head poked itself through. You quickly checked yourself, making sure nothing looked off.

John and Alex were clothed but a little flushed and sweaty. Did you look as sweaty as them? John inched his way over to you and fixed the back of your skirt with that mischievous grin of his. You bit the inside of your cheek, desperately hoping that the fireman wouldn’t figure you out.

“Ladies go first. We’ll send down the ladder and you two help her on up, okay?”

“Yes sir,” they answered in unison.

The ladder came down and you looked to the both of them. No time to give them a proper good bye.

“You’re one special woman. That Sam guy is an absolute idiot,” said Alex raking a hand through his hair.

“Hope the rest of your day is fit for a Queen,” said John, swallowing and looking like he could go another ten rounds. You bit your lip, the tingling between your legs and grew damp again.

You kissed each of their hands and put one to each of their mouths.

“Thank you,” you mumbled. Turning and stepping on the first rung of the wiggly ladder. Alex and John placed hands on your hips to balance you as ascended. Making it up a few rungs before halting.

“Sorry!” You held up a finger. “I need minute,” You called up to the waiting fireman.

You hopped down and faced Alex and John. “I was just wondering if you two had any plans for the first week of June?”

The guys looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders, looking back at you curiously.

“Any chance you’re both interested in a summer vacation to Cali? I already have reservations for two…but since some asshole won’t be going anymore… I’m sure I can add one more. Maybe make up another game or two over there?”

“I’ll start packing,” said John. Excitement dancing in his beautiful brown eyes, knowing he was already starting to create new games in his mind.

“I prefer the right side of the bed,” commented Alex, a snarky grin sealing the deal.

“Perfect.” Sticking your business card in each of their back pockets, giving them both a slap on the ass while you were back there, and then made your way back up the ladder.

When you got out of the elevator shaft your boss was waiting for you to give you the rest of the day off. She must have felt bad for you and you weren’t going to refuse a day off. You headed back to the train station with a skip in your step, but not without stopping by a small cafe where you got the richest highest calorie counting coffee and pastry on the menu. You sat at table still shoeless, sipping and eating. Suddenly your phone went off.

You got a text from John and Alex, asking if you’d be interested in getting some drinks later tonight and meet some of their ‘friends’. Looks like your Valentine’s Day was just getting started.

NO RADFEMS OR TERFS INTERACT. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

uh excuse me

but trans women have always been and will be women regardless of medical transition, whether they are pre-med, undergoing, undergone, or will never undergo medical transition, and trans men have always been and will be men, regardless of medical transition, whether they are pre-med, undergoing, undergone, or will never undergo medical transition. no questions asked.

trans men aren’t women who want to be, dress like, look like, or act like men. trans women aren’t men who want to be, dress like, look like, or act like women. no questions asked.

if a lesbian is attracted to a trans woman, she’s still a lesbian. if a gay man is attracted to a trans man, he’s still gay. sexuality is not about biological sex, it’s about gender, they aren’t the same. no questions asked.

if a trans woman wants to dress in a typically non-feminine way, they aren’t lying, and they’re still women. if a trans man wants to dress in a typically non-masculine way, they aren’t lying, and they’re still men. clothing doesn’t define one’s gender, it just covers our bodies, keeps us warm, protects us, and makes us feel good and safe and nice. no questions asked.

With all of my love to give- Simon, who has and always will be a man.

declaration of love - chris schistad

Originally posted by tropicanas

requested: Hi can i write an imagine about Chris Schistad where he and the reader are friends (but she is younger than him and he is protective of her) and when he sees other guys flirt with her he get jealous and drag her outside and declare his love for her and they kiss? Thanks so much 

word count: 1591

warnings: cursing probably. underage drinking. also, unedited

note: this is my first skam imagine so bear with me, please. and ofc I made her friends with the girl squad


Onsdag // 16:45

The girls were supposed to be coming to my house in a few minutes, but Chris hadn’t left yet. He was still seated on my couch as he munched on my food and watched my TV. You were scrambling around the house, trying to make it look at least slightly presentable before their arrival. “Chris, go home,” You whined at the older boy while throwing his shoes at him.

He placed the chips on the coffee table before stalking over to you. You turned so you were facing him, but you kept walking backwards in order to keep distance between the two of you. That plan ended up failing once your back was pressed against the cold wall and his face was centimeters away from yours. Your heartbeat rapidly grew at the closeness and your breath caught in your throat. “What if I don’t want to leave yet,” He quietly questioned, his hands on either side of your body. 

Situations like this weren’t uncommon when you were with Chris. In fact, it was something he did quite often. He would put you in an intimate position because he knew you would get flustered and he would get his way. Most of the time. This time was not one of those times. “Well, you have to. The girls are coming over and they don’t really like you. Well, Noora and Sana don’t,” You told him as you focused on steadying your breathing. You needed to remain level headed in order for him to leave.

He opened his mouth to respond, but your front door flew open and the girls waltzed in. Both of your heads turned to face the five girls, but neither of you moved from the position. Vilde was the first to notice your current situation with the biggest fuckboy in the school. Her smile grew larger as she nudged the other girls and tilted her head towards you. The other four turned in your direction and smirked once they saw you.

Chris turned back to you and brought his lips to your ear. They brushed against it slightly, sending shivers throughout your entire body. “I’ll see you later, darling,” He whispered before pushing himself away from you. He went back to the couch to grab his things so he could leave. “Ladies,” He acknowledged them with a small smile. He grabbed the handle, but stopped and turned to face you again. “Party at William’s this Friday at 9. I hope I see you all there.” With that being said, he finally left.

Once the door was securely shut, the girls started shouting questions at you. You weren’t able to make out anything due to them all shouting at once, but you figured they would be asking about what just happened. “Guys! Chill! Nothing was going on.” That was the truth. At least, it was the truth for Chris. For you, that moment was more than just platonic. It meant a whole lot more than that.

“Nothing? You guys were so close to making out with each other,” Sana pointed out with the biggest smirk out of all of them. She had wanted you to hook up with Chris even before she knew you were friends with him in order to party with them.

“Yeah, I agree. Now stop lying and just tell us you guys are dating,” Eva joyously said. They were all still wearing their shoes and jackets since they were so invested in what they just walked in on.

You sighed deeply before walking over to the couch and falling backwards onto it. You could hear the girls begin to remove their things. “We aren’t dating. I promise.” The words came out a lot more distressed than you expected and the girls noticed it too. They exchanged knowing looks with each other as they made their way to you. ”That’ll never happen.”

Fredag // 20:14

You had decided to host the pregame so the girls could help you with your outfit. You were still in your bra and panties while they drank whatever they brought. You grabbed a green dress you hadn’t ever worn and turned to the girls. They all looked at it and pulled a disgusted look. “Okay, no,” You grumbled, throwing it onto the floor. You sifted through your closet once again, stopping once you found the perfect dress. It was long sleeved, off the shoulder black dress.

“Yes! Absolutely,” Noora clapped excitedly almost as soon as you turned around. The others nodded in agreement. “Here, let me take the straps off of your bra so they won’t show.” You let her do that so you could wedge yourself into the dress. The dress stopped about mid-thigh, which was good since you didn’t want to give the guys there any ideas. You knew that your clothes didn’t define what you wanted, but the guys didn’t have the same mindset.

You grabbed a pair of boots out of your closet that stopped above your knees. “Help me put these on, please?” You lightly laughed, holding the items up in the air. The girls all widened their eyes slightly but helped you put them on none the less. “Okay, let me do my make up and then we can leave.” By the time you had finished, it was two minutes before nine. William didn’t live far from you, so you all walked.

It was a little chilly and you wished you had brought a jacket like the others, but you were too caught up in looking hot than not freezing to death. You all walked in a horizontal line and you could practically hear some badass song playing in the background. The song in your head was quickly drowned out by the loud music coming from William’s apartment.

Once you all made it up there, you could barely hear anything the others were saying. You gripped Eva’s hand as soon as you were inside the apartment. She looked back at you with a smile and led you to the drinks. She grabbed one for each of you before taking you out the middle of where everyone was dancing. You let go of her hand and grabbed your drink and then began dancing to the song that was on. You were dancing inappropriately with Eva for a while, but two guys approached the two of you and took you from each other.

You could feel someone’s harsh stare on you and you searched for the assailant and finally landed on Chris. He was giving the guy you were dancing with a look that would have sent anyone who saw it running, other than you of course. His eyes met yours and a look of hurt flashed in his. You quickly looked away and back to the guy you were dancing with. Your arms were wrapped around his neck and your bodies were pressed together, but all you could think of was Chris. Your mind kept wandering back to him every time.

The guy, whose name you still didn’t know, dipped his head down so his lips met your neck. That was the final straw for Chris, and you as well. You removed your hands from his neck and lightly shoved him off of you. “Come on sweetheart. Don’t be like that,” The guy spoke as he stepped towards you.

Chris suddenly appeared between the two of you and you could tell he was angry. He always did that when he could tell someone was pushing it too far, but this was different for him. You didn’t know that though. You were too wrapped up in your on thoughts to hear the pair of them arguing, but you snapped out of it once Chris was shoved backwards into you. He moved to hit the guy, but you stopped him by grabbing his hand.

He didn’t look back at you as he dragged you out of the apartment and onto the roof. “Chris what are you doing,” You asked, pulling your hand away from his. He began to pace in front of you and rubbing his hands all over his face. You stared at him for a few moments until you grew tired of standing in silence. “Chris!”

He stopped pacing and, instead, backed you up against the wall next to the door. It was the same position you were both in earlier this week, except different. Chris was breathing heavily as he stared into your bright eyes. “You want to know something? I hate seeing you give other guys the attention I want you to give me. I hate seeing you flirt with other guys when I’m right there. I hate seeing you with anyone that isn’t me because I am so in love with you,” He confessed, letting out a breath right after. “I’m sorry if this ruins our friendship and I hope to God it doesn’t, but I need you to know how I feel.”

You were never good with words, so you had no clue what to say to his declaration of love. “Kiss me,” You finally spoke. He wasted no time and placing his lips on yours. Unlike any kiss you’ve ever experienced, this one was full of passion. You tangled your hands in his hair and pulled him closer at the same time. His hands stayed placed on the wall as he used his body to push you against the wall. You, reluctantly, pulled away from him so you could catch your breath. “I love you too, you know. I have for a long time.”

please give me some feedback on this. I haven’t written in so long and I’m a bit rusty. 

As a trans nonbinary, I always wonder how to dress to make myself look more androgynous. What clothing styles should I avoid, what shoes will make my feet look less delicate, how do I hold my self in these clothes. And as I thought harder about these things I realised that my concept of androgyny was a very masculine concept. That you could only look and be androgynous if you wore men’s clothes and dressed like a male would.

So when trans day of visibility came along, I wanted to dress to show my androgyny. So I put on my button up, suspenders, and bowtie, and didn’t even put on moisturiser. But then I saw another nonbinary friend starting their first dose of T (testosterone) (second friend this month. I’m really happy for them!). And I felt rather odd.

You see, so many nonbinary people who are AFAB (assigned female at birth) go on T so they look more androgynous. And I started to feel kind of obligated to go on T. I felt guilty that I didn’t want to go on T. I started to feel guilty that I liked wearing clothes that are assigned to females. And it just crashed on me.

But I think it’s wrong to believe that the only way to look androgynous is to look more masculine.

I enjoy wearing more feminine defined clothes and my they/them button. I like wearing dresses with my sports bra (only thing I have as a binder) and wearing no makeup and big shoes. I like wearing a button up and bowties with bright lipstick. I like switching everything up.

I’ve been struggling with this all month. Did this make me a bad nonbinary? Why didn’t I always dress to the societal expectations of androgyny? It started to really weigh on my mind and I started to feel really awful.

But then I met a fellow nonbinary like me. They look androgynous but sometimes wear more feminine clothes. Or their androgyny looks like a mesh of feminine clothes to create their comfort. It was like a breath of fresh air.

So for today’s TDOV (even though this is being posted on April first, I have been writing it since around 11. Words are hard), I am visibly accepting myself as a valid nonbinary human that has both a masculine and feminine androgynous appearance.

Be whatever kind of androgynous you wish to be. Either way, you’re valid.

Taste My Cherry

Felt like writing a short ereri thingy today because I’ve been eating lollipops all day today and got INSPIRED. So here you go ;))

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Everyone knew about the princess of Shinganshina High.

Whenever you heard the familiar sound of high heels clicking across the hallways and the clinking sound of boys dropping their pants, you immediately knew exactly who it was. He was known for shamelessly wearing frilly pastel skirts and fishnet stockings that made those milky white thighs look so goddamn delicious and dangerous that anyone would want a taste of that whipped cream skin. Eren knew this.

Oh he definitely knew how tight his pants could really go whenever he saw that pretty princess in the hallways.

Levi Ackerman.

Eren smirked and blew out the smoke from his cigarette.

He watched that ethereal piece of royalty work those perfect red puckered lips around that candy sweet lollipop as his lithe body leaned against his best friend’s van and devoured all the innocence from around him. Eren stayed leaning against his motorcycle and took in the princess’s wardrobe for the day. He licked his pierced lips.

Levi was not in his usual pretty pink pastels and glitter bomb glamour today.

Fuck no.

And it made Eren want to bend that fucking ass over his precious motorcycle and take him for all that he was.

Those once pimped up feet dressed in high heels were grounded to the floor in military boots and were laced up in the back with small black bows. His creamy vanilla legs pampered with black thigh high socks that had the brunette drooling to slither that cloth off his skin and bite into that sugar induced flesh.

Letting his gaze go higher, Eren drank in the way Levi’s ass filled those black, ripped up booty shorts that were dipping a little lower in the front than they were supposed too to expose the tell tale sign of sinful red lace panties. He grinned. Such a goddamn tease.

Greedily taking in the rest of him, Eren found himself loving how the raven’s slightly defined chest was clothed in a black laced crop top and leather jacket. He looked so fucking sinful and delectable it was driving Eren’s nuts.

Quite literally.

When Eren caught sight of the leather collar wrapped all tight and snug around his neck with a cute little red bow tacked to the front, he felt his cock twitch. He loved it when Levi wore his collars. It made him want to slap a leash on him and call him mine.

Taking another drag from his cigarette, Eren watched as Levi pulled the glistening lollipop from his mouth and stuck his bubblegum tongue out to reel the candy back into his mouth and close his eyes.

That fucking lollipop.

His eyes stared intensely at Levi as his lips puckered up and popped that candy straight out of his mouth as he dug his perfectly white teeth into the corner of his lower lip and leaned his head back.

Eren raised his eyebrow.

He flicked his eyes up to the princess’s face and felt himself tense up.

He was watching him.

The fucking nerve of him.

Levi smirked and brought the lollipop to his lips as he dragged his tongue up and around the top before his cherry red mouth enclosed around it and began sucking.

Jesus.

Eren took another hefty intake of his cig and flared the smoke out through his nostrils as his eyes stayed glued to that fucking lollipop.

His mind was hungry and fast to imagine what that not so innocent mouth would feel like around his cock- sucking him like the next to best goddamn lollipop the princess ever had in his royal state of mind.

Eren took notice of Levi digging his other unoccupied hand into the front belt loop of his shorts and lightly tugged- revealing more of those dark red lace panties that he was hiding underneath. The brunette knew that Levi was teasing him to the point of being a hot mess, and was the raven’s evil devised plan working?

Hell the fuck yeah it was.

We’re talking about the motherfucking princess of Shinganshina High, for fucks sake.

Of course Eren was going to be turned on.

Eren stomped his bud into the ground and beckoned the punk princess over with his index finger. That’s right, you little bitch. Get that pretty ass over here.

Levi grinned and continued to suck on his lollipop as he pushed off the van and stalked forward. Eren focused his attention on those sinful hips swaying and stuffed his thumbs into the fronts of his jeans as he watched Levi sucking and licking that lollipop even harder.

Today would mark the day that Eren found himself jealous over a piece of candy.

Levi lowered his eyelashes and watched Eren with a playful look as he pulled the candy through his red plump lips with a sexually frustratingly loud wet POP.

“Wanna have a taste of my lollipop, Jaeger?”

Eren grinned as Levi popped his hip and pressed his hand on his prominent, bare waist as he stuffed the lolli back into his mouth and lapped at the flavor with his tongue.

From such a close distance, Eren could tell Levi was wearing a decent amount of eye makeup to make his beautiful silver cat like eyes really stand out against his porcelain skin and well structured face. It only made Eren want to drain him dry.

“I don’t know…” Eren drawled as he stood away from his motorcycle and walked up to Levi. “Depends on the flavor.”

Levi stared up into Eren’s ocean eyes and slowly pulled the lolli back out of his mouth before he licked his lips. “Cherry.” He purred.

Eren dropped his gaze to those red painted lips and smirked. “Sounds tasty.”

Levi grinned. “Then what are you waiting for?” The raven taunted as he leaned on his tip toes and brushed his sticky sweet lips against Eren’s ear.

“Taste my cherry, Eren.”