#texted one of my best friends telling her how was the experience of smoking for the first time today (that's like... a big deal right?)

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I am not being funny to be ignored yall >:""""")

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Bullheaded

Bruce Soli x Witch!Reader

Your best friend talks to you about an issue he's been dealing with, hoping to maybe get some magical assistance from you. However, his issue evolves into something much bigger when he asks for some physical help too...

(This was technically supposed to be finished in time for 400 followers, but you guys are way too fast for me 🥲 we're already past 450 and I couldn't be more grateful 😭 i hope you guys enjoy this! This guy is part of a collaboration project between me, @the-witches-creatures (Ari and Bloom belong to her) and @silken-moonlight and I hope you enjoy! This took a lot longer than I wanted it to, and once again, I made it way too long lol I apologize for such a large gap between my posts, as I am currently still a busy college student, but I'm trying my best! I hope the quality makes up for it lol enjoy the show!)

Contains: size kink, weed use, oral sex, fingering, unprotected sex, boob job, loss of virginity, breeding kink, pregnancy risk, bulging, a lot of cum

"SON OF A BITCH!!" You heard Bruce suddenly bellow from his room angrily, followed by a loud crash. A long sigh escaped your lips as you broke your meditation and got up. It was a full moon. He knew not to disturb you when you were meditating, especially during the full moon. You got up with a huff and stomped over to his bedroom, throwing the huge heavy door open with the assistance of your magic.

"What the fuck do you want?! You know I need SILENCE during a full moon, you fucking dickhead!" You yelled at him. You were the only one that could talk to him like that without getting put in the hospital. You crossed your arms and furrowed your brow, ensuring he knew how pissed off you were. This shit always happened during the full moon. You saw him with his phone in pieces on the floor between his legs. He was sitting on the edge of his giant bed, tugging on his ears as he groaned in anger.

"Fuck you, bitch! I don't need your fucking attitude right now!" He yelled as he turned to you. Getting a better look at his eyes, they looked red and the fur under his eyes were wet from tears. However, the strange thing was that it didn't look like it was because he took too hard of a rip like you usually found him. In fact, his bong was completely untouched so far tonight from the looks of it. Your anger dissipated slightly as you looked at him. Sure he was a dickhead, but if something was really wrong, you did want to help.

"What's going on then? Why are you being an asshole?" You ask, scoffing a bit as you rolled your eyes. You knew jumping into feelings right away in conversations would go nowhere. You learned from experience.

"I'm not fucking trying to be!" He tugs at his ears again before burying his face in his hands. He grunts softly with each breath as he tries to calm down. He didn't want to be the cause of another noise complaint if he wasn't already. "Go back to your shit. I want to be alone and smoke." He grumbled as he went to open his stash box next to his bong on his bedside table. You let out a long sigh before walking over, literally jumping onto his bed because it's much taller than yours. He scoffs as he watches you in the corner of his eye, but doesn't tell you to leave. You liked to think that he liked having you around. At least a little bit.

As he absent-mindedly packed a bowl, his mind wandered. He had planned on going out to meet with a lady werewolf who needed help during the full moon, but he had gotten ghosted once again. As soon as he told her how big he was, she said she couldn't do it and didn't respond to his texts after that. That's why his phone was broken. He was so frustrated with this happening and had no idea what to do. Even other minotaurs didn't want him. Because of his temper and his size, most people couldn't handle him.

You could, though. A human witch. Although he found your presence annoying at the beginning of your friendship, he had grown to deeply care for you. You were always there, whether he wanted you there or not.

"Hey idiot." You say as you waved your hand in front of him to get his attention. He snaps back from his thoughts and looks down at you. "What's going on?" You ask with genuine concern. Concern for him. Concern you had shown him whenever he opened up to you. But he was frustrated that he had distracted you from what you were doing and didn't want to bother you. He stayed silent as he just stared at you for a moment, internally screaming out of guilt.

He didn't really understand much about your practice, but he knew the full moon was important for you, and you needed it to be as quiet as possible in the apartment. Usually, he'd be able to go out and practice with the band, but they were all busy. He figured that going out and hopefully getting laid for real for the first time would kill two birds with one stone.

That's right, folks, Bruce is a virgin. It wasn't from lack of trying, but everyone he had tried to sleep with found him to be way too big. No matter the monster, he was always left blue-balled and frustrated in more ways than one. It didn't help that you were always around. You always smelled so good. Poor guy couldn't even get any peace in his own room. The whole apartment smelled like you, even when you weren't around. It drove him crazy.

All of a sudden, his phone, now intact, plopped into his lap, and he once again snapped back to reality. He picked it up and looked it over before staring back at you. Why were you so nice to him when he treated you like shit? You always called him your best friend, but that statement made him sad in many ways. You deserved someone better to hold that title. He also wished he had a different title, but knew he deserved that one even less.

"There. I can perform a durability spell on it tonight if you want? It'll be extra strong since it's a full moon. I don't want to have to keep repairing it all the time." You said with a soft laugh, and he just nodded in response with a faint grunt. He could listen to your laugh for hours. You leaned in close to him and placed a hand on his thigh as you reached over, grabbing his phone from his hand. You used his leg to help yourself hop off the bed, and you smiled up at him. "Go ahead and smoke a bowl while I go do this, drama queen. It won't take long. Make yourself useful and pack me a bowl for when I get back too." You pat his thigh before walking out of his room, leaving him alone to his thoughts. The sensation of your hand on his thigh lingered for a moment after you left and he gently put his hand over top of where yours was. As touch starved as he is, he never tried to touch you. He was too worried about hurting you, as he had been too rough with you early on in your friendship and caused some pretty bad bruises. God he wanted to hold you though. He wanted you all to himself.

He slammed his palm into his forehead with a grunt before angrily grabbing his bong and his torch lighter. He needed to smoke. He couldn't keep thinking like that. He knew you deserved a kind, gentle guy. He wasn't kind or gentle. He was harsh. Hurtful. Harmful. That's how you got stuck with him in the first place.

He had recently transferred to your school halfway through senior year of high school. He had been expelled from his last school, and his grandma had contacted the school to see if anyone could keep an eye on him. When they were briefed on his temper and his size, the school administrators invited you to take on the role.

You were a bit of an outcast in your school, despite being surrounded by odd, magical creatures and fellow magic users. You often studied alone and in silence. You would perform unauthorized spell experiments during class, damaging things so you could repair them, and didn't talk to people unless spoken to. This led to people avoiding you, finding you odd or creepy.

So when you said you'd keep an eye on Bruce, they were surprised how quickly you agreed. To say he was shocked at your immediate yes after meeting him was an understatement. He had point blank told you that there was no way he was going to have a babysitter at school, much less a tiny human. Without a word, you used your magic to turn him into a large frog and told the administrators you agreed. He turned back. Eventually.

After that, you two were basically glued together. You got good grades, so you went out of your way to make sure he was caught up with the material. You always tried to help him the best you could, even if he was abrasive towards you. You knew from his Nonna that he actually seemed to have a soft spot for you, despite his protesting. You learned from her how to handle a lot of his outbursts. How his tempermental ass was related to such a sweetheart was a mystery to you.

You also had never told Bruce, but you had a huge thing for big monster guys. It was a big reason why you had said yes to keeping an eye on him. Or at least a huge bonus. The main reason was when you saw all the scars on his arms and face. You wanted to find out more about him, and it seemed like if you didn't take him, nobody else would have.

You heard the bubbling of his bong and the lighting of his torch as you finished up the spell on his phone in your room. It shouldn't break now. At least you had hoped not. Durability spells worked better on larger objects. The bigger it was, the harder it was to break. He had broken a few phones and bongs despite them being protected by your magic. He hadn't typically broken anything bigger than one of his large plates after you put the spell on all his things. However, even though his phone was the size of a tablet for you, it was still too small to be fully protected by the spell.

You let out a soft sigh and thought about all the nights you had thought about casting it on yourself. It was just a simple sigil, followed by a phrase you had made shortly after you had met Bruce. Once you had it mastered and tailored it to Bruce's strength, you slapped that thing on everything he would come in contact with that he used everyday. You just had to draw it on his stuff or carve it in if you wanted it to be extra strong. You had even considered finding a fellow magic user to tattoo it on you due to your... romantic interests.

You would have never admitted it to his face, but from the moment you saw him, you thought he was cute. What can you say? You like a big guy you could tame. You like an experiment. He was a giant, angry bull, and you wanted to ride him. You still did. But you knew his reputation. He never showed any interest in you and only saw you as a friend from your perspective. He had been with a lot of other people over the years, always busy on the weekends and late at night. As you walked back into his room with his phone, he was in the middle of rolling one of his giant joints.

"Really? Those things are massive. They make me feel like I'm sucking on a tail pipe." You groaned as you jumped onto his bed and crawled over to him. He rolled his eyes and scoffed, trying not to let his eyes wander as he watched you out of the corner of his eyes. The sight of you crawling onto his bed was something he enjoyed a lot more than he should.

"You're so fucking dramatic. This is for me. I already packed you a bowl for your bong, princess." He said with a small smirk tugging at his lips. He brought joint up to his lips, lighting it and inhaling. You suddenly snatched the joint from his lips, smirking as you brought to your own. "You couldn't handle this stuff. It's a special strength for bigger monsters like me." He softly grumbles, exhaling the smoke through his nostrils and into your face, rattling his septum ring.

"Oh yeah?" You jumped up on his bed and grabbed one of his horns with a giggle. You use his horn to tug his head closer to yours, purring into his ear teasingly. "I can handle more than you think."

"Fuck... don't do that..." He hissed through grit teeth. His voice dripped in an unfamiliar tone as he spoke. You felt your face flush as you quickly let go of his horn. His eyes snapped to look at you, and you felt a bit of fear for a moment. But when you read the look in his eyes, your heart started to pound. You hadn't seen him make that look before.

Lust.

"I-I'm sorry." You stammered as your face burned from the rush of blood. "I forgot you don't like your horns touched... did I hurt you?" You actually were a bit worried that you just hurt him or he was upset. He hadn't actually gotten upset with you in a really long time, so it was possible you just mistook his anger for lust, right? There's no way he actually looked at you like that.

He suddenly coughed and snatched the joint away from you, avoiding eye contact as he took a long drag from it. He hunched over as one of his elbows rested on his knee, his hand holding the horn you tugged on. You felt guilt well up inside you as well as tears. You knew minotaurs horns were sensitive, but you didn't think a little tug would hurt so badly. Then again, you didn't have horns. You felt awful for causing him any pain.

However, he was actually trying to fight the urge to pin you down on his bed and finger you until you were screaming. He may still have his virginity, but he was pretty talented at fingering and oral from what he had been told. You tugging on his horn and blowing smoke in his face made him so hard he was surprised he didn't rip his pants. He was hunched over to try and hide the massive bulge that appeared. He was trying his best to calm down from your sudden touch by smoking, but unfortunately for him, it just made him hornier. He always wondered if you had cast a spell on yourself to make you so irresistible.

"I'm fine... just... didn't expect that." He grumbled under his breath. That was an understatement. He noticed the room beginning to fill with smoke and that he had burned through half the massive thing already. He coughed a bit and put the half burnt joint out on the ashtray to save for another time. He tried his best to use his arms to cover his dick while he looked over at you. His blood ran cold for a moment when he saw you... crying?

"I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to hurt you or anything." You cry softly, your eyes extremely red from both the smoke and your tears.

"What? That didn't hurt me." He scoffs as he looks away. He acts offended at the suggestion you could hurt him, but in reality, he actually felt bad that he was making you cry.

"Then... why are you so upset about me touching your horn?" You sniffled and wiped your eyes. He looked back at you with his piercing green eyes for a moment and sighed.

"I'm not... upset with you... ugh, I know this sounds stupid, but I had a date for the full moon tonight, but she chickened out before I even went over... so I'm pent up and you know my fucking horns are sensitive. I don't know why you fucking touched them... Ugh! You always make it so difficult!" He bellowed before punching his wall above his headboard. Thankfully, this wasn't uncommon, and the durability spell on the wall was effective.

"What do I make difficult?! I make sure you don't destroy half your shit when you get like this!" You snapped back angrily as you felt yourself getting a bit annoyed with his whining.

"You make everything difficult! Living with you, your stupid incense and herbs, just your fucking scent is so fucking overwhelming. I can't take it anymore!" He bellows, hunching over with his head in his hands. "You make me fucking ache."

"... Huh?" You squeaked, confused.

"You cause me to act like this... I'm fucking pent up because of you. You're always around with your dumbass beautiful face and sexy body." He growls. "You have no idea how hard it is for me to keep my hands off of you all the time..."

"What if... I don't want you to?" You asked more as a question for yourself than for him. He rarely touched you, although you would touch him. You always wanted to know what his more gentle touch would feel like.

"What?" He asked, shocked at your suggestion. He stared at you, confused as you began to explain.

"Well, what if I don't want you to keep your hands to yourself?... what if I want you to touch me?" You had to look away as you spoke. You felt your face redden from embarrassment as you admitted what you really wanted.

"But... what if I hurt you again?" He grumbled lowly, clenching his fists in his lap as he sat up. Remembering the times he was too rough with you and hurt you was painful for him. You stuck by him through so much and still wanted to be around him to this day. He didn't want to cause you any pain.

"Oh, Brucie..." You began softly, resting a hand on his forearm. You were one of the few people that knew his real name, and you used it when you were more serious.

"Shut up." He snapped at the use of his real name as he rolled his eyes.

"You shut up." You retort as you look up at him and stand up on his bed. "Brucie, you won't hurt me."

"You don't know that. I've hurt you before." He says with a sad look in his eyes. The sight of the bruises he had given you back when you had first met were burned into his brain.

"There's only one way to find out." You gently take his giant hand in both of yours and look at him with a bashful smile. You felt his hand shaking as he tried to follow your lead, his other hand slowly reaching for you. He gently let's go of your hands and gingerly wraps his giant arms around you, pulling you into a tender embrace. His warmth surrounds you like a comforting blanket as you try your best to hug him back, wrapping your arms around his neck. You feel him let out a deep sigh and you do the same. One of your hands rubbed the back of his head, and the other rubbed between his shoulder blades. A deep rumble in his chest viberates through you as he relaxs at your touch. You can feel his tense muscles slowly relax through the fabric of his hoodie under your fingertips. He leans his wet nose into your neck and inhales deeply, making you shiver with a shakey breath.

"How do you smell so fucking good?" He groans, his hot breath bathing your neck. You have to hold your breath to ensure you don't moan. The way he was holding you made it impossible for you to move away due to his strength, but you also didn't want to. He suddenly snaps back to reality and pulls away from you, his large hands moving to gently hold your shoulders to keep you at arms length. "This is dangerous."

"What?"

"I can't stay gentle for long. I'll end up hurting you if we keep going..." He says with a hint of sadness in his voice. Your warmth felt so nice and he wanted more, but he knew holding back wasn't easy for him to manage long-term. He didn't want to put you at risk for his own selfish wants.

"Oh... um... I have an idea then, actually." You say while trying to avoid eye contact. You just needed to do the durability spell on yourself and grab that lube you have... but you didn't want to admit that you had special magic lube for fucking large monsters for when you used your toys. You didn't want to seem desperate, even if the puddle developing in your panties argued otherwise. "I-I can help with you being pent up..."

"What?" He asked, genuinely a bit confused. "Why?"

"I just want to help!" You lied. The truth was that you had wanted to fuck him for years. Longer than you guys had been living together, but it felt like when you guys moved in together that it would never happen. After you guys moved in together, when he wasn't with you at the studio or in the apartment, he was seemingly off getting his dick wet where-ever he could. It was frustrating, but you knew you probably wouldn't be able to handle him as a human anyways. However, you could experiment on your own. You had done research on how big an average minotaur dick was and had gotten a few different toys to work up to it, and a huge bottle of magic lube that was supposed to help humans accommodate larger monsters. Over the last couple of years, you were comfortably using the minotaur dildo without any issues as long as you used the lube. You would often have to buy more. A small smug smirk began to develop on his lips as he cocked an eyebrow.

"You want to help? What makes you think your tiny human body could handle helping me?" He said as he tilted your head up to look at him by using one of his fingers under your chin. He repeatedly looks down at your lips while staring into your eyes. He may have seemed confident in that moment, but he was actually trying to get you to back down. He thought you were joking about wanting to help to try and cheer him up. He thought playing along would make you chicken out.

"I, uhhhh... may or may not have magic lube in my room... and the durability spell should work if I cast it on myself, so theoretically I can help you... and you wouldn't have to hold back." You said with your resolve only wavering slightly. You couldn't look him in the eyes, and your face was beet red, but you didn't pull your head away from his hand. After a few moments of silence you looked up at him and you saw that his eyes were wide and his mouth was open like he wanted to say something, but nothing was coming out.

He was stunned that you actually had that stuff. Maybe you had been with more guys than he thought? No, he never smelled anyone coming over he didn't know about. Would have been nice to know you had magic lube. He could have been fucking you for weeks. Months? How long have you even had that lube for? Slowly, his resolve to hold back was dwindling at your words. He couldn't help but look you up and down, unintentionally undressing you with his eyes.

"Show me." Bruce commands with a deep growl, a dark look in his eyes as you slowly nod. You didn't want to argue with him if he looked like that. You jump off the bed and run over to his bedroom door, a bit wobbly from smoking. You hear him chuckle as you leave his room. "Hurry up, or I'll change my mind." You felt a bit dizzy from your high, but it could have been from all the blood in your cheeks.

As you got to your room, you walked over to your closet and sighed. You ended up with the smaller room in the apartment, of course. It still gave you more space compared to Bruce. You gently rubbed your cheeks as you tried to calm down and opened your closet. You had a large box on the top shelf that you kept everything in. As you were pulling it down, you heard familiar stomping coming towards your room. Shit. You dropped the box on the ground and quickly opened it, grabbing the lube before trying to close the box before he walked in. However, your timing wasn't good enough, and he walked in just as you had grabbed the lid to put it back on. You could have died right there on the spot as he stared at your collection of giant sex toys.

"Woah... I didn't think you were that much of a slut. Examples of real dicks you've taken?" He laughs as you felt extremely embarrassed, but still felt the need to defend yourself.

"Shut up! I'm a virgin, okay?! I haven't been with any other guys!" You blurt out without a second thought as you slam the lid back on the container. Your hands snap to cover your mouth as instant regret sets in. You didn't want him to know that. You didn't want him to know that you jerked off with those toys, hoping that he'd replace it. You let out a long sigh while you worked up the smokey courage to admit more. "I've only ever had an interest in a particular guy if I'm being completely honest..."

"Oh." He felt a pang of guilt as his heart sank. He felt awful for putting pressure on you. Why was he also upset that you were interested in someone else? "Who?"

"W-well, he's always near me... he's strong... makes me feel safe... he's, uh..." You glance down at the bulge in his jeans and swallow before looking up at him. "B-big..."

"Is it fucking Aram? That son of a bitch!" Bruce grumbled angrily, unable to hold back his temper and punching the wall. Thank god you made sure almost everything in your room had the durability spell too. He was frustrated that you wanted him as practice for his annoying manager. He wanted to kill him in that moment. "Fucking creep!"

"Wha- it's not Ari!" You yell in annoyance. Bruce was so dense. "It's you, dumbass! I'm interested in you! I wouldn't have wanted to fuck you for my first time if I wasn't!" You were fed up. You were done trying to throw hints around. He stood there for a moment, seemingly trying to process what you said.

"WHAT?!" He bellowed, shaking the walls of the penthouse before clearing his throat and trying again. "You're interested in me?"

"W-why do you think I have all those toys and that lube? I'm not stupid. I know minotaurs are big... I didn't want to be totally inexperienced..." You scoffed softly, trying to play it cool, but miserably failing with how you couldn't even look at him and your face being dark red.

"But why me?... I'm an arrogant asshole that takes up all your time and energy... you deserve better than me... I drive you crazy." He states gruffly, but you can still hear a hint of sadness despite his attitude.

"Yeah, but have you ever thought about how you make me crazy? You always try your best to be nice to me. You take care of me and protect me. I get to travel all over and smoke weed all day with you. I wouldn't have the life I have if it weren't for you." You say with a soft, genuine smile, approaching him as he backs up into the wall. His heart fluttered in his chest as he listened to you. "If all I have to do is make sure you don't break anything and repair a few things, I'm more than happy to take on more..." You hesitated for a moment, unable to stop yourself from looking over at his bulge before quickly looking away again. "Um, responsibility..." His breath catches in his throat as he looks at you. He stared down at you with wide eyes for a few moments before they narrow.

"I need you to do that fucking spell now." He says in a deeper voice than you're used to. It took you off guard.

"What? N-now?" You stammered softly. You worried you got him upset again.

"Just fucking do it." He growls in a more commanding tone. The sound sent a shiver down your spine, but also stirred your excitement. You didn't argue though, just quickly grabbing the closest marker and standing in front of your mirror as you tried to carefully draw the sigil on your lower abdomen under your belly button. It technically would work if you drew it anywhere, but you figured that you might as well have it close to what you wanted protected. You tried your best to stop your hands from shaking as you could see Bruce in the mirror, waiting. You could see the bulge in his pants grow bigger by the minute as you worked on getting the sigil drawn. Once it's done, you whisper your incantation, and a faint electric shock washes over your whole body out from where the sigil is.

"There. It should be ready- Ah!" You squealed as he suddenly grabbed you by the waist and threw you over his shoulder without a word. You brace yourself on his shoulder as he keeps one hand on your waist to keep you from falling.

"You're such a bitch. I can't believe you fucking hid this from me." He growls before delivering a swift smack to your ass, earning a screech from you. It was hard, but it didn't hurt other than a sting. Either he was still being gentle, or the spell worked. Thank god. You let out a moan involuntarily as his large hand rubbed and groped your ass through your shorts. What did you get yourself into? "How long have you wanted to do this?"

"A while..." You admit quietly as you watch his ass, a bit distracted by the view until his hand connects with your ass once again.

"How fucking long?" He growls, growing impatient.

"Y-years!" You admit, gripping the back of his sweater as you squeeze your thighs together tightly. You hoped he couldn't smell your arousal, but you could hear him sniff the air a bit as he started moving. He made his way back to his room and kicked the door closed. The door slammed on it's hinges, startling you for a moment before Bruce suddenly throws you onto his large bed and you land with a bounce. He tosses the lube onto the bed and it lands with a bounce a couple feet away from you.

"Really? Years?" He asks, pulling off his hoddie to reveal his muscular upper body. He had many large scars visible through the fur of his chest and arms, and many more you knew about that were hidden underneath. He had gotten a bit of soft belly over the years of being on the road and eating takeout, but you thought he was still hot. You always thought he was. You wanted to kiss every single scar on his body and tell him that. "Even now?"

"Yes." You admit with a sly smile. The haze of smoke that still lingered in the room made you feel warm, and maybe a bit overconfident. You're taken by surprise as he crawls over you on his hands and knees, a grin spreading across his face as his imposing form casts a shadow over yours.

"Shit... you made me wait so long... I'm gonna enjoy tasting you, princess." He presses his large wet nose against your neck and inhales softly. His tongue slides out and licks along your collarbone and up your neck. He pulls away just enough so his face is in front of yours. He can't help but stare into your eyes before crashing his lips against yours in a passionate kiss. Your hands quickly find his chest and run upwards, wrapping around his neck as you moan against his lips. His large tongue slides into your mouth as he moves one of his hands to pull your shorts off. He pulls off your shorts and panties in one smooth motion.

His tongue filled your mouth so much it made you gag, but you didn't care. You had craved him for so long. And after knowing the spell works, you couldn't wait for him to just fuck you, but feeling him finally touch you was more intoxicating than the smoke he smelled like. You felt him slowly pull his tongue out of your mouth and pull away from your lips. You gasp and pant as you realize you had forgotten to breathe the whole time.

"B-bruce-" you speak shakily as you stare up at him with your gorgeous, lust drunk eyes. He lets out a soft groan as he suddenly rips your shirt with the hand that was groping your boobs and throws the shreds off to the side.

"Say my fucking name, witch." He growled as he starts to move down. He positions himself so his head is between your legs, braced on his elbows with his hands holding your hips much gentler than you were expecting.

"Brucie... please." You were quickly silenced by a squeal as his large tongue slid between your wet folds, giving your pussy a long, teasing lick. His nose pushes against your clit as his hands grips your hips a bit tighter.

"Oh fuck... You taste so fucking good..." He moans softly against your pussy lips, making you involuntarily grind against his face. He grins and keeps lapping at your pussy.

"Shit." You moan as his tongue slides into your needy pussy. He knew he'd never be able to fit his dick inside you without stretching you first, even with the spell, so he was glad he was talented in other ways to help the process. His thick tongue fucked you as you threw your head back, moaning loudly. You kept trying to buck your hips, unsure if you were trying to get away or get more, but he kept you held firmly in place for him with his rough hands. He wasn't letting you go anywhere. And he was eating you out like he was starved.

You squirmed in his hands as his flat nose rubbed your clit. His tongue kept thrusting in and out of your wet pussy, curving to hit everything just right and listening to your moans to make sure you were enjoying yourself. Your thighs clamp down on the sides of his head as you feel yourself getting closer to the edge. You suddenly grab his horns and he moans into your cunt, the vibration sending you into your first orgasm of the night.

"You're lucky you taste so good..." He chuckles as he pulls his mouth away from your drenched pussy, moving one of his hands from it's place on your hips to grab the lube. "Grabbing my horns made me real impatient now... but I need to make sure you're ready for me..." He sits back on his cloven feet as he squirts some lube onto his index finger. You take the opportunityto adjust yourself comfortably, biting your lip as you wait in anticipation of what he's doing. He puts the lube next to him as he moves his finger to press against your entrance. He rubs your outer lips with the lube, making you squirm as he teases you. He places his free hand gently on your lower abdomen to keep you still as he pushes his finger into your pussy. You stretch around him as his digit slowly fills you. It felt like the human sized toys you had tried before, but a lot better. A low grumble resonates from his throat as he looks down at you with a smile. "You're so tight... even with all that work you put in..." His voice and what he said made you clench around his finger, moaning as he slowly pumps his finger inside you.

The magic lube did have an odd side effect you had forgotten to mention. It used a mild aphrodisiac to help with the 'relaxing process' and because you were human, mild aphrodisiac mixed with smoking weed usually made your mind only think about him and what he'd do to you. It had just been fantasy for the longest time, but experiencing it now was making your brain melt. His hand on your abdomen gently pressed down as he started to move his hand a bit faster, earning plenty more desperate moans from you. A mix of your juices and the lube were dripping from your pussy and onto his sheets, but he didn't care. They were going to get a lot more messy soon enough.

"You seem eager... Ready for another one already?" He asks, slowing down for a moment as he teases your slick hole with another one of his thick fingers. You nod eagerly, opening your mouth to say yes, but only moans spilling out. A deep chuckle comes from him as he grins and eases another finger inside you, speeding up the pace again. You felt a sting for a brief moment before the lube helped you accommodate him. Two of his fingers was almost too much for you, but the lube was working wonders, just like his fingers. "I haven't had anyone take my fingers so well. Impressive for a human."

Bruce chuckled again as his fingers worked inside you, pressure building once again as you felt yourself close to your second release of the night. He can feel you getting close, so he adds a bit of extra pressure on your belly, and he curls his fingers to hit your g-spot. Your eyes roll back as he keeps up the pace, forcing your orgasm out of you as you scream out in pleasure. Your body shakes and your pussy twitches around his fingers as he grins and slows to a stop. Your sweaty, stunning body was tembling under him, and he was drinking up the sight.

"Fuck, you're so desperate for me baby. You already came twice." He moves his hand from your lower abdomen to place his hand next to head. He leans down and kisses you, groaning against your lips as he feels you buck your hips to try and get more friction inside you again. "You're always so fucking impatient." He whispers as he slowly pulls out his fingers and gets off the bed. You whine at the empty feeling, sitting up as you watched him take off his jeans. In the process, his phone fell out of his pocket. He grabs it and sees a text on his phone.

Bloom: close your fucking window Bruce. The whole city can hear you guys.

"Ah, shit." Still in his boxers, he walks over to close his window before walking back over to the bed with a sigh. "Where were we?" He says with a grin, making sure you were paying attention before he finally took off his boxers. You watch him closely as he reveals his dick, and your jaw drops slightly. It's bigger than your fucking arm. His thick, vieny cock bounces in front of you as you can see precum drip from his rounded tip and onto the edge of the bed. Thank god for magic lube, or you wouldn't have been able to fit him inside at all. You have to look away before you start drooling, and you look up at him. Upon looking at his face, he's avoiding eye contact and actually looks a bit nervous. An idea pops into your head based on the look on his face and how his dick is twitching, clearly eager for what's to come.

"Are you a virgin too?" You pipe up quietly. His eyes snapped to yours and he spots the shit eating grin spreading across your tired face.

"Excuse me, bitch?" He questions, annoyed that you had even suggested it. Sure, you were right, but how dare you? He's caught off guard by you getting on your hands and knees to crawl over to him. Your legs were still a bit unstable, so you were shaking a bit, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't love the sight of you crawling to him. His dick twitched more in response and you bit your lip.

"It's not a bad thing if you are, Brucie." You sat back on your heels at the edge of the bed and grasp his dick in both hands. You feel him tense under your touch. His dick is so heavy in your hands as you gently rub your hands along his length. He moans and shivers in response, his hands gripping his thighs as he tries his best not to grab you. "You seem happy to have my attention like this."

"F-fuck you." He grunts out between moans and closes his eyes for a moment. He sucks in a breath as he suddenly feels your tongue on him, his eyes snapping open to watch you lick and kiss all over his dick.

"That's exactly what I want. And I know this guy wants it too. Do you?" You giggled as you position yourself so his dick is resting between your boobs. You use your arms to squeeze them together around his cock the best you can while each of your hands grip his cock as well. You can't get your mouth around his tip, but you still lick and suck the tip the best you can as you use your upper body to jerk him.

He stares at you with wide eyes for a moment before cupping your face gently and watching you enthralled. He's never had anyoke try to do this for him before. It may not be a normal blow job, but the fact that you wanted to try and make him feel good too drove him crazy. He can't help but gently thrust against you as you try your best to jerk him. He didn't want to interrupt whatever you were doing, but it just felt so good...

"O-oh fuck-" He stammered out, trying to pull away, but you kept a surprisingly strong grip. He was twitching widely against you and you could tell he was close already. Poor guy must be so touch starved. After only a few more thrusts, he bellows and groans as one of his hands dig his blunt nails into his thigh. He cums hard, moaning as you continue to jerk him and lick him until the ropes of cum came to a stop. You latched your mouth onto his tip and you tried you best to swallow but he came so much and the rest spilled all over your chin and chest. He was shaking a bit, panting as his vision refocuses on you once again.

"I didn't expect you to cum so quickly." You said with a giggle, slowly pulling away and letting his dick fall. "Too bad. I wanted more still." He groans as he looks over you, messy with his cum. As he catches his breath, he suddenly pushes you back on his bed, grabbing your legs and pushing them back against your chest. His dick quickly springs back to life as he sees you under him, covered in his cum. It's all over you like you just stepped out of a gang bang, but it was just him. You were both loving it.

"I never said I was done... and after you came on my face and my fingers earlier, I deserve your hot pussy wrapped around my dick and ready to take everything I give you..." He growled, his eyes showing pure lust as he roughly pushes you back onto the bed. As you flopped onto your back, he was quick to spread your legs and position himself between them.

"Is that a threat or a promise?" You giggled softly before seeing him run his messy cock along your folds, your overstimulated clit throbbing. He grabs the lube once again and coats his cock in it while still grinding against your pussy. As he presses his thick tip against your entrance, you realize he's gonna fuck you without a condom. "W-wait, no condom? What about-"

"I'm not fucking wearing a condom when you've been teasing me for so fucking long..." He growled through grit teeth. You didn't even want to argue. You wanted to feel him. All of him. You didn't want a condom on him either. You weren't on birth control, and he knew that. "I'm gonna fuck you until you're fucking pregnant."

His words made you feel hotter than you cared to admit. Without another word, he starts to ease himself into you with a stiffled groan. You moan and shake as his cock stretches you with a slight sting before melting into pleasure. It takes a minute for you to adjust to just his head before he starts to thrust his hips, slowly pushing deeper and deeper. You were already on cloud 9, and so was he. It took some work, but once you took him all the way, he couldn't help but hold himself inside for a few moments. He was panting heavily as you felt every throb and twitch he made inside you, just like how he could feel every squeeze and flutter your walls made. Your stomach was bulging from his size, leaving you getting even more hot and bothered with every second he sent just having you cockwarm him.

"Fuck... you feel even better than I thought you would..." He groans as his massive hands grasp the back of your thighs, pushing your knees back against your chest. You gasp and don't have a chance to say anything before he suddenly starts to thrust like a wild animal. The sudden jolt of intense pleasure nearly blinds you, everything inside you that made you scream, being hit all at once. Your pussy squeezes his cock hard as only a few thrusts in you're already ready to burst and he moans at the sensation. "Already gonna cum? Such a slut. Be a good slut for me and cum on my fucking dick. I'm not fucking stopping."

You didn't need to be told twice, screaming out in pleasure as you came hard, your vision going white as he just continues to fuck you like nothing is happening. You can't think straight, just moaning and quivering as he continues to rail you through your most intense orgasm to date.

You finally start to come down from your high after what feels like hours, but in reality it was only a couple of minutes. You feel him start to throb once again, his thrusts getting more sloppy and his hands shaking as he keeps your legs held in place. It felt like he was going to break you in half, but you didn't care about anything, but your next rapidly approaching orgasm. He leans down and his large tongue licks the sweat from your neck, his hot breath bathing your neck and leaving goosebumps on your skin.

"F-fuck... I'm close already... what did you do to me? I think I'm fucking addicted to you..." He groans in your ear, his words turning you on even further as he drinks up your moans directly into his ear. "You want my cum baby? I can feel you getting close, too. I want you to beg for my cum baby. Fucking beg for me."

"F-fucking cum in me, please!" You moan out, his thrusts getting even rougher as he grunts. His last bit of restraint is gone as he fucks into you like a machine, unrelenting. You feel his cock throb wildly, his hips and heavy balls snapping against yours in a final rough thrust as he cums inside you. You cum with a screaming moan and clamp down on his dick, milking his cock as he bellows and dumps his load inside you.

You're both panting and trembling as he fills you up for what feels like forever, your belly bulging due to both his cock and his cum. You're both high on endorphins and super strong weed, so both of you have to take a pause before he attempts to pull out. He tries to go as slowly as possible, hissing with a grunt as the head of his dick pops out, his cum spilling out of you and onto his sheets. He groans at the sight before biting his lip and getting up.

"Fuck... you really are addicting..." He grins as he crawls over top of you, pressing his hand gently on your belly as the rest of his cum flows out of you. You moan softly, and he takes your lips in a tender kiss before picking you up and carrying you to his bathroom. He placed you down on the counter as he grabbed a face cloth and dampened it before carefully wiping you down. You can't help but moan as he rubs your sensitive body, shaking as he cleans up your pussy as well and avoids the sigil on your stomach. He watches your every move as he bites his lip hard, trying to keep himself from fucking you further. He kisses you once again before grabbing another face cloth and putting it in your hands.

"Finish cleaning yourself if there's anywhere I missed. I'll be back. I'm gonna go change my sheets." He says with a small grin as he turns to leave the bathroom. It's not like you could go anywhere if you wanted to. The durability spell and the lube worked great, but you were so sensitive and high that you would fall on your face if you even tried to walk. You cleaned your face and tried to clean your hair was best you could. You needed rest. You could shower in the morning.

Once he was done changing the sheets, he came back wearing boxers, with one of his shirts in his hands and puts it on you without asking. He then picks you up and carries you back to his bed, pulling back the covers and putting you down gently. You giggle, his bed nice and soft and his shirt nearly being a floor length dress for you. You stick your hands out the arm holes and smile up at him as he crawls into bed next to you.

"Thank you, Brucie." You say as he covers you both with his plush blanket and pulls you into his chest.

"Shut up. I wanted to make sure you were comfortable. You need to rest." He whispers gruffly as his arms surround you. "We have a long day tomorrow." You smile and nuzzle your face into his chest, letting your exhaustion take you after he kisses you goodnight.

As you're drifting off, you can swear he whispers, "I love you."

[multifandumbmeg]

Alright SCREW IT here's my Kiara defense post:

Is it annoying to watch get paired off with everyone in the main cast? Sure. Let me explain why that's not a character flaw or terrible, unplanned writing so yall can put some respect on her name.

1. They're ALL in love with her, and literally throwing themselves at her all the time. This is so important and well-documented that John B literally tells us IN HIS INTRODUCTION TO THE GROUP in episode one. It is literally so relevant to their entire group dynamic that he brings it up in the first episode summary of who they all are. Guys actually do this I have seen this happen. One of my high school best friends was constantly manic pixie dream girled (despite being profoundly depressed) and several entire friend groups of boys fell in love with her. She dated one guy, who was a piece of shit and dumped her saying it was because of his parents but told his friends it was because she had too much baggage. The fallout was so bad, one guy from one of the friend groups tattled to her and a different guy, who was best friends with the douche, literally got into a fight with him and THE DOUCHE HAD TO CHANGE FRIEND GROUPS BECAUSE HIS BOYS KICKED HIM OUT. I'm serious about these teenage boys all having the same taste and thinking it's a competition.

2. John B kissed HER. She immediately shut him down. Immediately. Everything before that can easily be explained as Kiara being concerned about him after losing his father. Teenage boys are dumb anyhow, but it's particularly easy to see why John B and JJ, who have both been routinely neglected and grew up without mothers (read, any positive female attention/influence) would interpret this as Kiara having feelings for them. They fall in love with anyone who sincerely gives them the time of day, basically. And that's a little too relatable moving on.

3. "Mixed signals" by kissing boys on the cheek. While I would not recommend this, I think there was a very clear pattern to her behavior and I have a theory I'm 99% sure is canon, based on copious textual evidence.

Kiara was in love with JJ all along. I'll come back to this. She only kissed the boys she friendzoned on the cheek. With John B, I genuinely think she never had any sort of romantic feelings for him and just saw him as a best bro. But she was worried about him, and maybe realized he listened to her more when she did it. Nonetheless, the minute he gets with Sarah it's almost like she feels relieved and never does anything remotely mixed signals to him again. Now Pope? That is a rich text. What the hell is going on with her and Pope?

4. When Pope first confesses, Kiara is once again caught off-guard. She once again rightfully turns him down IMMEDIATELY and gives extremely accurate and self-aware reasons. Her rejection of him is surprisingly mature, that the life he plans on and wants is ultimately and assuredly not compatible with what she wants for herself. So why did she kinda date him? Honestly, I think it was an attempt to move on from what she believed were doomed feelings for JJ. After all the things that happen in season 1, after Pope going off the deep end a little bit by smoking weed, getting drunk, and engaging in acts of violence, as well as ditching his scholarship interview, Kiara suddenly experiences a spark of attraction towards Pope.

Because he's acting like JJ. Reckless. Using substances to cope. Chaotic. Spontaneous. She knows these things are bad for Pope, and she's at times put off by how un-Pope-like they are as his friend, but she has a type. So following a moment of attraction and the sudden supposed loss of John B (and Sarah), she decides to give it a go. Maybe Pope's different after everything that happened. And he is, but not quite the way she was expecting. To link this back to the cheek-kissing thing, honestly, I think Kiara lowkey has the ick 😂. She consistently shoves any of the boys who try to touch her at all away except for JJ, the entire series mind you, except for these little cheek kisses like that's all she can manage to do. She kisses Pope like twice and ends up sleeping with him, at which point she realizes she just can't do it. She's not consistently attracted to her, and she can't get past her feelings for JJ, so she calls it off. Again, that's a fair healthy, and kind thing to do. When you realize it's not going to work, especially if you have feelings for someone else, it is distinctly NOT dragging people around to cut it off. If Kie has a real problem, honestly? I think it's that ultimately she wants a man she can fix. And Pope's fine. So that's him out.

My proof that the writers absolutely intended Kiara to have feelings for JJ from day one:

"Did you tell JJ?" specifically. Just JJ. She doesn't want HIM to think she's taken.

Shoving away John B and Pope every time they try to hug her or put an arm around her etc. Letting JJ hug her, take her hand, sling his arm around her etc. She also goes out of her way to touch him by taking his arm, holding him when he's crying, hugging him several times and then almost kissing him. So in a way, I'd very much like you to consider, Kiara was not in fact sending everyone mixed signals, her problem was that she was so consistent. Consistently attracted to and in love with someone she thought had no real interest in her. JJ flirts with her jokingly, and from episode 1 and the convo in the bell tower between John B and Sarah, we know that he's a horny little dude. And that's not surprising either, because people who've been abused tend to go one way or the other- either very physical touch-seeking in an attempt to balance about the bad, or very touch-avoidant. JJ is clearly, demonstably in column A. Not just with Kiara, but he also initiates hugs with John B and Pope, touches their faces, and even kisses Pope on the cheek once. He's clearly a very touchy person with everyone, so I can see how Kiara would be unsure about his feelings when he very much does not communicate his wants or needs with words.

Finally, the proof that Kiara had feelings for JJ, and that Jiara was the direction the show was headed, was in their conversation in thr storage container. When JJ tells her what he wants from life and plans to do with the money, it's a direct parallel to her initial reject of Pope. He wants to travel the world and be spontaneous and non-sedentary and have no use for money. Everything she said to Pope and is always trying to explain to her parents. That was 0% accidental, that was the writers making it clear: these two are a match, they're compatible on a much deeper level.

4. So if they always planned on JJ and Kiara, why didn't those two just get together to start? The answer, my friends, is jealousyy. This is a common tactic in writing to get a couple together: force the reluctant one to acknowledge their feelings by putting the other in a relationship with someone else. Im short: every moment between Kiara and John B or Pope was to show us JJ did not like that and therefore that his feelings for Kiara were serious, unlike how she interpreted them and him being a flirty himbo with other girls. It also helped Kiara realize she wasn't getting over him any time soon, and that she couldn't avoid her feelings either. So it forced them both to give up and acknowledge to themselves that they had feelings for the other.

5. "Teenage girls don't act like her" JOKES. This is the dumbest argument I've seen, I'm sorry. I'm happy you have met such well-adjusted teenage girls but buddy... I have known some teenage girls and people who used to identify as girls at that age who would make you roll over in your grave. Some people don't know what they want, some people desperately crave attention, some people just can't seem to avoid drama or make good choices and sometimes that's even a resulted of untreated disabilities or mental illness. Sometimes it's all of the above. My point is absolutely there are teenage girls who act like Kiara and faaar worse.

6. Lastly, why not John B or Pope? Why was Kiara totally valid for not liking them romantically? Well feelings are feelings so she's valid anyways but can we talk about them both touching her/making moves at inappropriate times without consent?? It's understandable she likes JJ and feels the safest around him when he's the only who doesn't act like he wants or expects anything from her. He never kisses her without consent, let alone while running from the cops randomly. He never tries to put his arm around her or make a move in the middle of them having an emotionally intimate conversation where she is clearly seeking emotional comfort. I'm not saying John B or Pope are bad people, but with Kiara both showed a lot of immaturity and failed to read the room numerous times. They acted whenever they personally felt attraction, regardless of where she was at at the time. There's such a thing as reading body signals, and the only times JJ comes close to making an actual move on Kiara is when she comes to him, gets close to his face and leans in. In the end, he only kisses her after she looks him dead in the eyes and tells him I LOVE YOU. That's on respect. Also, John B and Pope both get their shit together and learn this with their next girlfriends! So good on them!

But Kiara confessed to JJ at a random time too! I hear you shouting. NAY. Incorrect!! JJ is actively avoiding her and having a mature conversation about how they feel about each other, and also the fact that he stole from her family, and that is on HIM. That is a result of his issues and his fear and poor coping mechanisms. Kiara forced him to address it at an inopportune time because she already attempt to address it privately TWICE and he wouldn't let her. So all she did there was clear the air and make her own feelings known, which he needed to hear. That is the last conversation they have before he attempts to apologize and confess back. That is what convinces him that Kiara's feelings for him are both genuine and serious, and that no amount of pushing her away will succeed. She loves him unconditionally, which he did not know was possible until then.

So in short!! Kiara actually behaves like a real human being. She's not crazy, extremely selfish, nor an example of writers just testing out the waters and seeing what the fans want or who has the most chemistry. She is very consistent. The only thing I can really begrudge about her behavior towards her friends (her parents are a different story) is that she's insensitive to both John B and Pope after rejecting them, which I believe is because she doesn't realize they had actual feelings for her so much as thinking she's hot.

[theclairvoyage]

Centrifugation: Chapter 1

plasmadonor!Joel x f!reader

You’re the star phlebotomist at the local plasma center, and the job has been increasingly mundane as of late… until a new and handsome Texan donor comes to the center and changes that, and the rest your life.

Series Masterlist

Series warnings:

AU, M/F, Age gap (20 years)-reader’s YOB is 1995 (purely coincidental lolol), eventual SMUT, blood, needles, & plasma talk (nothing too graphic, I promise!), a bit of blasphemy, criticism of religion, mentions of death, divorce, angst, fluffity fluff fluff, alcohol consumption, violence.  Individual chapters will have specific warnings.

FYI – this work contains criticisms of religion and reader is atheist/agnostic.  Feel free to scroll if this offends you.  If you decide to read, remember that even if you are religious, this is not an attack on you, but rather ideology.  And remember the tenets of religious freedom.  Everyone has the right to believe – and NOT to believe – in the things you do.

Plasma Center UrbanDict:

Stick = venipuncture

PR = permanent rejection, aka permanent deferral

Reception = where donors have vitals taken to determine if they are suitable to donate

Donor Floor = where the magic happens, baby! Where donation occurs, aka sticks with big 17G needles

 Processing = where units of plasma are sampled and frozen

This is my first ever fic! Excited to share all of it with you. I'm new to posting this kind of stuff on Tumblr, so please forgive rookie formatting and whatnot. Hope you enjoy! As of 03/10/24, I have 6 chapters written - I'm juggling my writing with finishing my MPH degree, so my schedule might be a little spotty until mid-May.

Chapter 1

Chapter warnings: blood, needles, & plasma talk, light violence.

WC: 3.7k

Friday, October 15th | 0755

You turn into the parking lot at the plasma center, a little later than your usual 10 minutes early.  Your shift is at 8, so you don’t have much time to walk to the center, clock in, grab your coat and face shield and get to work.  Thankfully, the parking lot is just across the street.  As soon as you step out of your car, downtown Omaha greets you with the familiar scents of cigarette smoke and fall air, along with the sounds of the city buses and commuters chugging along.

It’s a nice morning.  Living in Nebraska means you get to experience the peaks and valleys of all four seasons, and during fall, this means the leaves of what few trees are in the downtown area are painted lovely hues of orange, yellow, and even red – if you’re lucky enough to find a scarlet or pin oak tree.

The plasma center parking lot is shared with employees and donors, and it’s packed this morning.  Not a great sign.  You walk up to the back employee entrance and punch in the code.  The keypad beeps and lights up green and you pull open the ages-old, heavy-as-hell door and make your way to the break room.

The donor waiting area is just outside the break room door, and you can tell by how full it is that it’s going to be a long day, confirming your earlier suspicions in the parking lot.  Somebody definitely called in, you think.  Great.  Punching in the same code as before, you enter the break room, throw your stuff in your locker, and clock in.

As soon as you’re on the Donor Floor, donned with your white lab coat, blue nitrile gloves, and face shield, one of your best phlebotomists and good friend Keri approaches, looking flustered as hell.

“Jesus, thank fuck you’re here,” she sighs, taking a deep breath and raising her eyebrows at you.  She smooths back her frizzy hair and sets down her face shield on the counter next to you.

“Are we short today, or did corporate send out some bonus texts to half of Omaha?” you say, checking the Donor Queue on the computer.  15 people waiting, average wait time of 43 minutes.  Fucking clean up time, I guess.

“Two call-outs, but they’re newbies, so it wouldn’t have mattered, really,” she says.  “Definite yes on the bonus texts.  Regulars are all pissed off because they didn’t get any.”  You roll your eyes and sigh.  To get more donors in, the company you work for has been sending bonus texts to donors that haven’t been in in a while, which really ticks off the regular, twice-a-week donors.  It’s all about meeting that liters budget.

“Where do you need me?  Breaks need to be sent?” you ask her.  You’re the lead phlebotomist, but you always check in with whoever opened before you make any decisions.  Keri nods.  “Send Blake to break, he’s got an open section now and we’ve got to get these wait times down.”  You grab your mobile phlebotomy device and head that way.

Each phlebotomist can have a maximum of 6 donors in their section.  You see Blake cleaning up the machine from his last disconnect, leaving you an empty section.  “You can head to break, I’ll take over here,” you say, helping him wipe down the now-empty donor bed.

“Thanks… really happy that you’re here.  It’s been a shit show today,” he says, walking away from the section toward the break room.  You groan and head up to the front near the waiting area, grab a chart, and start climbing the mountain.

Thursday, October 15th | 1230

The morning turned out to be an absolute disaster.  You quickly filled up your section once you sent Blake to break, apologizing to every donor you sat for the wait times.  Most were understanding.  There were a few that gave you an eye roll or a shrug.  A few left the center, not wanting to be late for work.  The fall is generally a busy time at the center, with people seeking extra money for football tailgates and games, college students needing extra money for just about everything, and parents stocking up early on holiday savings.

Thankfully, Keri, you, and the rest of the morning Donor Floor crew knocked the Queue down to 3 donors and wait times down to 10 minutes.  Once the last morning break was done, they came over and sent you to your lunch.  Delighted, you took off your sweaty coat and hung it up, washed your hands at the sink by the coat rack, and headed to the break room.

Before you’re able to punch in the door code, a deep, velvety voice stops you.

“Uh, miss?  Can you point me in the right direction?”

You turn and look in the direction of the voice and see a taller man with dark, silvery-streaked curly hair, tanned skin and pensive brown eyes staring at you.  He’s donning a red flannel that squeezes his broad shoulders and ropy arm muscles, and dark wash Levi’s that have the outline of his wallet imprinted in the front right pocket.  He’s definitely a blue-collar guy, not unlike a lot of the current donors.  Must be a new donor, you think.  Damn, he looks good.  You feel a little zap in your chest, not unlike the fingerstick donors get during screening.

“Hi!  Are you a new donor?”  You ask, turning on your customer service voice in hopes of calming your nerves.  You step back from the door and walk toward him.  He’s got a small white paper slip in hand, which tells you he needs his veins checked, so he must be new.

“Yes ma’am, need someone ‘ta look at my veins.  Been here before, but it’s been a long time,” he says, watching you approach him and giving you the once-over.  Twice-over.  Your pulse quickens.  His voice is like icing, dripping with a sweet Southern accent and mushing your insides.  You smile and take the paper from him, hoping that you aren’t blushing.

“Roll up your sleeves for me and let’s take a look,” you say, watching him roll up the sleeves of his red flannel.  He’s got thick, veiny forearms that are tanned and covered with freckles.  He wears a watch on his left wrist that you assume hasn’t been removed in years, judging by the pure white skin peeking underneath.  His hands are big and scarred.  Definitely works with his hands, you think.  He has a small, circle-shaped scar on his right arm near the venipuncture site, so he was telling the truth about donating plasma before.  You grab a tourniquet hanging on the cabinet near the chart area, wrap it on his upper arm, and feel.  His veins are huge and muscular, and you realize you didn’t need the tourniquet in the first place.  Rookie mistake.

“Guess I really don’t need this,” you say, removing the tourniquet and feeling his ropy veins with your index finger.  His skin is warm under your clammy finger.  He chuckles.  “Heard that one before,” he says.  You laugh and make eye contact with him, noticing the crinkles at the corners of his eyes and his salt and pepper beard.  His gaze is amiable and filled with something else you can’t quite pinpoint, and your stomach twists.  You look away before you can decipher it.

“I don’t think you’ll have any issues with the stick,” you say, and he laughs.  “Are you hydrated?  Had a good meal in the last hour or two?” You ask, writing your name on the vein check slip and circling “Pass.”  You see the name Joel Miller written at the top.

“Yes ma’am, I do a lot of workin’ outside and with my hands, so I know better,” he says, confirming your earlier assumption.  His voice is sending a wave of tingles from your ears to your neck, and you feel goosebumps start to erupt in their pathway.

“Good man, Joel,” you say, noticing him perk up at you saying his name, “Take this back to the front desk and we’ll get you processed as quickly as we can.”  He nods, gives you a handsome-as-fuck lopsided smile, and walks back to the front.  You head back to the break room and turn to glance at him once more to find that he's already looking at you.  Fuck, you think, looking back at the door.  Don’t need a hot donor making me feel nervous like this.  He’s older than you, but he might be the most handsome guy you’ve ever seen.  You can only imagine how homely you look, clad in your scrubs and sweaty from the morning hustle and bustle.

You see every part of humanity at your job: young and old, foreign and domestic, all races and ethnicities, handsome and near homeless.  There have been a few men that have caught your eye, and a few that you’ve met up with outside of the center, but none like this one.  As tedious and mundane as the job can be, it’s the people that make it exciting, especially attractive ones.  Well, hopefully he passes screening so I can see him on the Donor Floor, you think, contemplating what you’re going to get for lunch in the short time that you have.

Thursday, October 15th | 1430

Your break went by too fast.  You decided on some fast-food place just across the street from the center.  It’s good and cheap, but you know the greasy food is going to put you in a late-afternoon lull.  Oh well.  After you got back, the lobby was still relatively empty, so you started working on doing the monthly machine cleanings in the meantime.

The plasmapheresis machines are complicated and like everything else in the plasma center, they come with lots of rules and regulations.  You’re a seasoned pro, though, so the cleaning and documentation are a breeze.  You’re heading over to clean the last of the machines in the third row of the Donor Floor when you see a familiar, handsome head of dark salt-and-pepper curls walk behind Keri to one of the donor beds in the first row.  He smiles at you as he lies on the donor bed, and you feel your cheeks heat and curl up into a smile of their own.  Get a fucking grip.  You’re relieved that Keri is taking care of him, because you’re nervous just seeing him in your work area.  You can only imagine how shaky your hands would be with a needle if you were the one sticking him.

While cleaning the machines in the third row, you periodically look over at Joel and Keri.  Keri is great with the donors, and it’s evident when you see Joel laughing with her.  Each time you look up, he’s either already looking at you or looks up right after you do.  You try to play it off like you’re scanning over all the donors, making sure everything is going as it should, but the sweat sheen forming on your face and neck betray you.

You see the light on his machine turn green, indicating he’s been stuck and is running smoothly.  You imagine what it would’ve been like to feel his veins again, feeling his warm, tan skin underneath your fingers… and underneath other things, like—

“Oh my god, that man is such a charmer… and asked about you at least three times,” Keri states, snapping you out of your horny daydream.  Your eyes widen and you turn so he can’t see your face from where he’s seated.

“Shhh!  Keep your voice down!”  You hiss, making both of you giggle.  “What was he saying?”

“Oh, nothing much, just asking what the cute girl that checked his veins was doing all the way over here,” she smirks.  “He used to donate here over 25 years ago when the center first opened up.  Can you believe he’s that old?  He does NOT look like it.”  Odd, you think.  He didn’t sound like he was from here when you spoke to him earlier.  Wait, did he say I was cute?  Blushing at his remark about your appearance, you remember the scar on his arm and think he’s probably telling the truth.  “Wow, he looks good.  How old is he?”  Keri pulls him up on her mobile phlebotomy handheld and you see he was born in 1975.  Damn.  20 years older than you.

Before you and Keri can gush further about Joel, the front door slams shut, echoing throughout the center and catching everyone off-guard.  You watch as one of the younger regular donors, Cedric, storms past Reception and the donor waiting area over to the Donor Floor front desk, near where you checked Joel’s veins earlier.  He practically spits your name, his brows pinched in a rage.

“Cedric, is everything alright?”  You ask, approaching the front desk slowly.  The once-noisy Donor Floor is quiet, save for the quiet whirring and clicking of the machines.  Donors not wearing headphones are anxiously watching the front desk.  You give Cedric the once-over and notice that his arm wrap is soaked with blood, and some of it has gotten on his white shirt and shorts and the floor around him.  First rule of donating: Never wear white to a plasma center, dude.

“Does it fucking look alright?  My arm wasn’t wrapped right and now I have blood everywhere!”  he fumes.  The entire Donor Floor is watching, including Joel and poor Blake, who must’ve disconnected Cedric.  Blake approaches tentatively, tail between his legs, but you put your hand up to him, saying I’ll take care of this.  Blake gives you a thankful nod and tiptoes back to his section.

���Cedric, I’m sorry about that.  Come over to the sink and I’ll rewrap it for you,” you say, putting a fresh pair of gloves on.  “Keri, can you clean up the blood spots with bleach, please?”  You ask.  She nods and grabs a Clorox bottle near the front desk, putting her face shield on and quickly walking around Cedric to search for the path of blood droplets.  Cedric raises his voice again.

“Not good enough.  I need that kid fired for his incompetence!” he points aggressively at Blake, flinging some blood droplets on the arm of your coat and on the front desk.

“Everybody makes mistakes, Cedric.  Blake is a great employee.  We can fix this.  Let’s get you cleaned up, and maybe we can compensate you a little extra on your next donation,” you offer.  But Cedric isn’t having it.  He rips off the arm wrap and gauze and throws them at you while screaming expletives.  The bloodied wrap nearly hits your face shield.  Oh, hell no.  He’s a long-term donor, so he’s probably clean, but it’s too close for comfort.

“Blake, call Trina and call the cops.  Get this guy out of here.  Cedric, don’t ever come back to this place,” you calmly instruct, walking backwards to find a biohazard container a safe distance from Cedric, never turning away from him.  Trina, your manager, doesn’t put up with this kind of stuff and will make sure he’s permanently deferred.

“Fuck you, bitch!”  Cedric yells, sprinting out of the center with two fingers on his free hand holding his venipuncture site, some blood dripping underneath.  Once the front door slams shut, you turn around and take off all your PPE and toss it in the biohazard container, saving your nametag and pen.  Frustrated and tired, you walk to the sink to wash your hands.  Keri and Trina approach you.

“You alright, hon?” Trina asks.  She’s a good manager, always looking out for her employees.  She used to work on the Donor Floor, so she’s no stranger to these kinds of mishaps.  Tensions can be hefty in this area – some donors are desperate for money, some fear needles more than death itself, and some are just grumps.  Phlebotomists usually get the brunt of it.

“Yeah, I’m fine, just need to cool off.  I told Blake to call the cops.”  She nods.

“Go ahead.  When the police get here, they’ll want your statement, so I’ll come find you then… I’ll put in the PR now,” she says, giving your arm a supportive squeeze before walking back toward the offices.  You give her a pained smile and look to Keri, equally concerned as Trina.  “Take your afternoon break, love.  I’ll handle everything else,” she says.  “Thanks, Ker.  I’m gonna step in the freezer to cool off and then I’ll go.”  She nods.  You head toward Processing, located at the opposite end of the center.  Processing has two giant walk-in freezers that always maintain temps of -40ºC – great for keeping fresh plasma frozen solid and an instant cool down.

You step in one of the freezers, shutting the heavy door behind you.  You walk over to the fans and stand underneath.  The sweat on your neck and back quickly freezes in its downward track, leaving behind a sting that could soon turn to frostbite.  It doesn’t take long to cool off here, and anybody staying in for longer than a minute is supposed to put on a heavy coat, gloves, and a ski mask.  It’s a popular spot for blistering summer days and after heated interactions like this.  Satisfied with the pink blooming on your fingers and the crunch of your frozen, sweaty hair, you step out of the freezer and make your way outside for your break.

Once at the picnic table at the outdoor employee break area, you do a quick scan for Cedric.  You can see the trails of blood drops leading to and from his car, and an empty space where his car must’ve been parked.  Heaving a sigh of relief, you plop down at the table and massage your temples.  Fuck… glad this day is almost over.

“Sweetheart, you alright?” A soothing, Southern voice rings in your ear and you look up, seeing Joel approach from his truck.  He says your name, surprising you.  Keri must’ve told him it while she was going through the process with him.

You take this moment to return the once-over he gave you earlier.  Twice-over.  His sleeves are still rolled up and you can see his arm wrap.  His jeans crinkle at the hip with each step, his strong, toned quads flexing as each foot contacts the pavement.  You can only imagine what he looks like from behind.  His cowboy boots are worn, the leather cracking around the toes.  He’s probably the type to wear a pair until they crumble to bits.  He walks with a quiet bravado, taking long, smooth strides until he reaches you at the table.

You’ve no doubt you look exhausted.  Though your sweat has frozen, you can feel how frizzy your hair is, especially around your face.  Your eyes sting with fatigue and the skin underneath your eyelids tug downward.  Your throat feels dry and tight, like you might cry soon.  He must notice because the look in his eyes morphs from concern to anger.

“Hi, Joel,” you state, forcing a smile.  “I’m okay.  Not my first rodeo,” you wink, giving him a sarcastic “yee-haw” motion.  He laughs, but his eyes betray him, still showing anger.

“Mind if I sit?” He motions to the spot across from you.

“No, go ahead, but the cops are on their way and who knows if Cedric will be back,” you caution him.  He waves you off.

“That fuckin’ kid don’t scare me, and I saw everythin’ anyway.  I can talk to the cops if you ain’t comfortable,” he says.  He puts his hands on the backs of yours, and you feel another zap in your chest like you did when you first saw him earlier.  You notice now that he doesn’t have a wedding ring.

“Thanks, but you don’t have to.  I’m well versed in this department,” you say, feeling the tears reaching their boiling point.  You do everything you can to keep them in, but one betrays you and falls down your cheek.  Angry that you’re crying in front of Joel, you try to move your hand out from underneath his to wipe the tear, but he beats you to it.

“It’s okay, darlin’.  You did the right thing, stickin’ up for your people,” he soothes, his thumb wiping your tear from your face.  He moves his hand to cup your jaw and swipes his thumb gently over your cheek.  His angry eyes softened back to concerned.

For what feels like an eternity, the two of you stare at each other, exchanging more communication nonverbally than words could ever.  He’s looking at each of your eyes back and forth, and you feel yourself start to get embarrassed under his hot stare.  You try to turn your head away from his gaze, but his hand stops you.  “You’re alright, darlin’, got nothin’ to be ashamed of here,” he says, reading your mind.  You bring your hand up from the table to gently grasp his arm as a sign of appreciation.  His gaze follows and he swallows loudly.

“Thank you,” you say, giving him a genuine, close-lipped smile.  His eyes move to your lips and then quickly dart back to your eyes, like you caught him doing something forbidden.  He removes his hands and stands up, walking over to your side.  He offers a hand to help you up and you accept, letting him pull you to your feet.

“Sorry your first visit back here was so crazy,” you say, and he laughs.  “Hopefully next time it’s not so… exciting.”  He moves his hand up to your shoulder and gives it a quick squeeze before dropping it.  A tingle rips up your spine.

“Oh, I’m sure it will be.”  He gives you that same look that he did earlier, the one where you couldn’t quite figure out what it meant.  This time, though, you think you know exactly what it means.  Your stomach somersaults.

“I’ll see you soon, darlin’.  Hopefully your day gets better,” he says, turning to walk toward his truck.  Once he gets to the driver’s side door, he turns to look at you again and pauses.  You stand and stare at him, wanting to say something in return, but too overwhelmed by all your emotions.  He smiles and gets in the truck, starting it and driving off while watching you with a small wave.  You smile as he leaves.

Fuck.

Next Chapter

[transgenderer]

Disclaimer: i am a third generation danish-Bulgarian atheist (1st generation)born in Canada. and i am currently quite high (side note: pack of 50 edibles with 10 thc per for $50 - too pricey?).

a year and a half ago I went with my friend and her boyfriend to a shrek rave (like the Scottish (?)) ogre) in Toronto. Once I got there I realized I had run out of gas and money (my fellows ravers had got there from the opposite direction) and I am a proud man(?) so I did not tell them.

When I parked I learned I did not have enough money to keep my car overnight in the lot with the man with crooked teeth (sorry, I fear I may be a touch ablest/classist) or to join my friends’ dinner in the burger joint below our airbnb. All of this did not bode well when my friend’s boyfriend pulled out a miniature merry pranksters bus and passed out the lsd which had been inside.

I freaked out a little when I first peaked as security took away my walking stick (I was dressed as one of the three blind mice). Then, as per our custom, my two compatriots and I split as I looked for my own dancing partner. But do you know how hard it is to hook up on acid? Most difficult thing I’ve done on the stuff (and that includes attending a lecture on the Ukrainian war (well, raves in the war), driving on a 400 series highway, and ordering a shawarma).

Anyways, I got claustrophobic and went outside for a smoke. Talked with some folks, then started flirting with this odd older dude. The bouncer told him to get the fuck out and this understandably made be distraught, so I walked off. It was downtown Toronto, 1 am raining on the 31st of March in a cold drizzle. And I was wearing a bathrobe overtop a Hawaii shirt. I was chain smoking cigarettes and began to lose my mind. A man threatened me outside a bar, so I walked on.

I got to the industrial district, which sat beside a fence which blocked access to the highway, of which I became transfixed by. Inside the constant flow of lights and metal, I beheld the eternal visage of Vishnu (the three people I consider myself the most like are Jesus, Hamlet, and Arjuna). But it was Vishnu revealed as the Source and End of All Being, and it terrified me.

This vision forced me to dwell on my recent actions. I had accidentally fallen in love with my friend during a time when I comforted her (she had slashed her face because she feared her own beauty) with the story of the second time I spoke with God (it was in a grain of sand on the shores of Lake Erie). I was a fool, and I confessed to this over text after trying to break a window in the Russian Embassy (I failed, it bounced off the fence) and cost us the friendship. Moping about this made me miss the birth of my best friend’s first child.

I wanted to escape this experience with divinity, so I fled. Eventually, I found a quiet chapel and wept at the feet of the Virgin Mary (I was raised Protestant?). This exorcised the vision, and I eventually found my way back to the rave and went hog wild. Met back up with my group, shared a joint and went back to the Airbnb.

We spent the rest of the night passing around a couple bottles of white wine. It was nice. The man with the crooked teeth let me stay until the next afternoon because he likes me. I made it back home the next day after a lil begging in Kingston, and my roommate is a kind Italian communist so I never have to worry about food. All was good.

Anyways, that’s my experience with Vishnu. I do hope it was of some intrigue despite my current poor and inebriated literary talent.

man if this story is true it's aweomse. i want to believe

[ae-grimshaw]

So I moved to LA about 4 years ago, and everyone told me that celebrity sightings would be so common I’d get bored. Very much not true, I haven’t seen any celebrities at this point (in fairness I moved to a poor neighborhood and then the pandemic happened)

Except ONE! After the lockdowns lifted I went to a chill Easter party and met this wonderful painter and her husband. We hit it off right away, and all became pretty close friends. Her husband is an actor and writer, I’m a a writer raised by actors, so we had a lot in common. Awesome dude, I love him to death

He invites me and my partner over for Halloween last year, he also asks if it’s cool if he invited a friend we’d never met. I was of course totally fine with that. My partner and I arrive, start chatting and drinking and smoking. I’m sitting directly across from the front door. It swings open and fucking DUMBLEDORE WALKS IN

I’m high and tipsy and now feel like I’m losing my fucking mind. I was a huge Starkid fan growing up. I was so insanely annoying about it. Me and my best friend from high school refer to each other as Bright Knight and Morning Bird, that’s how cringey we were. And now fucking Dylan Saunders is pulling up a chair next to me and asking for a drink

But I also don’t want to be that weirdo fan who makes this dude uncomfortable so I pretend I don’t know who he is. We shake hands, I ask him what he does for a living (pretending that I don’t already know, ya know, like a liar). Meanwhile I’m texting my friend from high school losing my mind and she’s freaking out, and I’m trying to make meaningful eye contact with my partner because he knows nothing about Starkid but I HAVE to tell him

As I learn later, my friend, who is a solid decade older than me, went to the same college as the original Starkid cast. He’s friends with all of them. They asked him to audition for AVPM but he turned them down because it seemed silly. I don’t know what fates brought this guy into my life but it was such a surreal experience

Anyway, then Dylan asked us to watch Barbarian and I had nightmares for like a week lmao

[adsdragonlover]

Rottmnt Good Future Donnie Stoner Headcanons

Donnie’s First High

He started smoking weed at 18 after it was legalized in New York. April introduced him to it, and had offered a couple times earlier on, but he wanted to wait until he was an adult so it’d have less effect on his still developing brain.

Once he turned 18 he called up April and was like “hypothetically, if I was to take you up on your offer of trying out marijuana, how soon could we start doing that?” And April just fuckin squees in excitement. “We can start, right fuckin now, Don. Meet me at mine in 20 minutes after I get you some snacks”

His first ever hit is from April’s large honeycomb and bee covered bong. It’s the Chewbacca strain. He watches her take 3 hits first to fully analyze the process so he can do it correctly. He wants to watch more examples, but April tells him to just do it!

“You’re smart as hell, Donnie. You’ve got this! Plus it’s not as fun to be the only one smoking. Try it try it!!”

So Donnie tries it. He takes April’s clipper lighter and lights the bowl, taking a fuckin massive hit because he “wants to prove he’s capable”

He can’t get all the smoke in the piece into his lungs in the first hit, and despite his effort to hold it in his lungs long enough for it to “take full effect” he coughs like 1.5 seconds in

He then proceeds to cough and hack and wheeze for a solid 3 minutes. He’s got tears in his eyes and April pats his back soothingly.

He chugs an entire water bottle that April hands him. Once he gets his breath back and the burning in his lungs has subsided somewhat is when he notices the effect weed has on his brain.

He couldn’t talk at all because he was hacking up a lung, but now he looks around and sees April’s concerned face and just bursts into giggles.

Everything feels fuzzy and comfortable, and for some reason all of April’s expressions are fucking HILARIOUS to him.

April hooked Donnie up with all of his favorite snacks and a two large pizzas for them to share

Donnie gets the munchies SO hard. He starts eating the pizza and audibly groans. “April,” he says, “You’re the best. My best friend. I love you so much, April. I know I don’t say it very often. Emotions are difficult. But I do, very much. Thank you for this pizzzzaaa!!”

April turns on nature documentaries and How It’s Made for them to watch and Donnie just ABSORBS it all.

A lot of the stuff he already knew, but it feels like he’s rediscovering the information with even more excitement. He watches each one without talking, interrupted only by uncontrollable giggles and excited stimming like hand flapping and finger tapping. After each documentary ends though he info dumps to April about all the extra things he knows about the subject.

He can’t stop smiling, it would hurt his cheeks but he can barely feel his face anyway.

He’s fucked UPPPP

The two of them stay up until 5:30 am when the sun begins to rise thru April’s window

He’s still high ASF and April texts Leo to have him teleport Donnie back home.

Once he’s home he promptly passes tf out in his bed.

When he awakens he takes notes on his experience and decides that he’ll smoke with April again sometime.

And so begins Stoner Donnie

[the-resurrection-3d]

rambling thoughts on the finale now that I've watched it again (spoilers, of course)

Even as I was watching initially on the discord, I was shocked by how quickly things were going by -- Luz gets murked not even 25 minutes in, for instance. I've been thinking over the series's cancellation -- I've seen it argued Dana should have cut more stuff out, but in fairness, it's hard having to make drastic cuts in a short amount of time, especially when cutting out certain characters would have meant redoing plot elements, not to mention skipping over or rewriting entire characters' backstories.

I think about Luca vs Encanto -- Luca had a lot of ideas pulled out, whereas Encanto very obviously tried to cram an entire mini-series into one movie. I like Luca better than Encanto for a bunch of different reasons, but I have to ask, Should you try to tell a simpler story better or a truncated story as best as you can? The answer seems apparent, but there is something to be said about Dana putting as much as she could on the table and all but outright asking fans to enjoy rebuilding her vision in their own. It's one thing when certain characters and ideas can be taken and made their own standalone stories, but not everything can, and given the state of the animation industry, the chances of that new show happening would've been slim, anyway.

A show like The Owl House -- a queer story cut short by a company that funded homophobic politicians while chasing woke brownie points for good publicity -- feels like the best-use case for Jenkins's idea of fanfic as repairing culture, as fans are now left to take this obviously compromised text and show our love by doing the reparative work of trying to fill in the cracks. Even if you don't engage with the fandom much, your perception of the text is still informed by these cuts, so there really isn't a reason not to think of the show as the sum of its canon and your own reparative fandom experience.

I compare TOH to SU a lot in my head, and the reason I'm willing to be so forgiving towards TOH for having a lot of dropped threads and blank spots is because, unlike SU/SUF, I don't feel like the creators wasted their time. Arguably there are episodes in season one that can be cut, but it's nothing like SU, which spent just so many episodes across every season prioritizing Steven's relationships to the humans in Beach City and neglecting its actual main cast, only for SUF to then stand up and admit it was all for fucking nothing.

Speaking of SU, though, the Collector fucking off back "to the stars" at the end gave me similar vibes to Spinel leaving with the Diamonds, though I will give SU the point here. Literally why is the Collector leaving when they've just NOW found a support system and friends? When their powers would be immensely helpful for rebuilding the Boiling Isles? "to the stars" TO SEE WHAT. WHOM. even on my first watch I thought this was fucking lame.

My main issue is that I felt like there was a big Belos-Luz beat missing, especially when their confrontation in the throne room was just him saying "oh you can't beat me." I would have rewritten that line, at least. I needed just a little extra, especially since he ended TTT with telling Luz he's doing this "for the good of [her] soul." I loved the death scene though (he's so mentally ill <3), as well as Arin Hanson's Titansona responding to Luz asking if they're "just as bad" as Belos with "do you smoke crack?"

[polesgirl]

Question for all from Ninjago fandom:

Tell me honestly:

What do you think about Polish teenagers?

Maybe I can answer this question myself: Honestly, I'm Polish and a teenager at that. And to be honest, most of young Poles are the same, because we want to please someone, that I want to brag about how rich she is or even teasing the other person because she wants to be "COOL"! But it isn't! Interestingly, hardly anyone in Poland talks about "YAOI E.G. IN NINJAGO" or even about Ninjago fairy tale because few teenagers in our country watch it today..... And I belong to such cases where I say "NO!". I am original! I will do what is good for my soul! I don't smoke like others "E-cigarettes", I don't bully anyone, because bullying someone proves someone's weakness, not strength.

I am different because I experience it on my own skin, even more so when I went to primary school!

e.g. my past classmates to today .... They call me a tomboy!, They talk about me at the bus stop!, They laugh at the way I dress!, They laugh at my views! But I'll tell you honestly now people, I don't care about the opinions of Polish teenagers! Because I am supported by my best friends, my boyfriend and my girlfriend. I love them very much! (I am bisexual)

I will be honest as a Pole! I hate our Polish youth! I know not very patriotic! But how do I respect toxic people! Who in their essays in Polish write, for example, "You have to be kind, because kindness is the key to everything".... But outside the walls of the school is..."You fucking bitch, no one would respect you, because no one needs you!" And one more time when I was going to the train station because I stay there waiting for the bus(witch's go to my home because I live in village not in city)....

And once I saw a woman...a blackskined woman. And a white girl with her friends would walk past her and yell "You nigga!", "You're ugly!" or one said such a rude text "Mother must have baked it in the oven so that it is black!!!" And how this girl was outraged .... and how she punched the teenager who said it in the nose! She was bleeding...

And here's proof that I'm the type of honorable teenager."For whom everything else is equal to normal..."

And you, what do you think about this Polish youth:

[sunnyuto]

Growing up, I had the same best friend from kindergarten all the way through the end of college. We were basically inseparable for 15 years and it wasn’t until we stopped talking that I realized how much she did this to me.

She loved marine biology and wanted to work at an aquarium, and whenever she would talk about it, I would pay rapt attention because it was what she loved! But whenever the conversation shifted to my interests, it was “I don’t want to talk about that, back to what I was saying.” I never got to talk about my interests with her and I still struggle with sharing them with people that I know don’t necessarily share my interest.

When we were planning for prom in our junior year, she told me that it would be too hard for her to coordinate getting ready with someone since her parents were divorced, didn’t get along, and would both want pictures, but we could have a sleepover afterwards, so I got ready alone. Turns out, she got ready with two other friends (who happened to not like me) who were also invited to sleep over. I let it go, because it seemed like a petty thing to be mad about, but it honestly kind of still upsets me.

When we got to college, we ended up at different schools. I had a great college experience right from the beginning, found a friend group and club activities I liked easily, and really settled in. She had a much rougher experience. She was at a school she didn’t want to go to, around people that caused a lot of drama, and just generally didn’t want to be there. She started drinking, smoking weed, and vaping, and she would only talk to me when she was intoxicated in some form.

I tolerated all of this. I put up with it for a long time, because she was my childhood best friend and she was going through a tough time. Even when she trashed part of my dorm room without telling me and I later got in trouble with my roommates, even when all of our conversations somehow became about the rampant car sex she and her boyfriend were having, even when she continued to vape in my car despite me repeatedly asking her not to, even when she wanted to leave our plans to go hook up with guys, I put up with it, because it’s a small town and we were “best friends” and I didn’t have many other people around.

And then we hung out with a group of friends one night right after I had started working at the vet’s office, and she didn’t look at or talk to me once in four hours. So I stopped texting her first and it’s now been almost four years since we’ve seen each other or talked and my life is so much better with friends that actually like me and support my interests and don’t make me manage their crises all the time.

I guess my point is to drop the dead weight. If they’re subtly excluding you, you’re better off without them.

People underestimate how much it fucks you up to be subtly excluded as a kid. I would try to talk to my classmates and be met with disinterest or annoyance. The one friend I had, who I clung to and nodded along to his every word, had other friends he liked just as much or more. And his other friends didn’t care for me at all.

I look back at pictures from the time and see how separated I was from them. I remember knowing I was different. I remember posing questions about the world to the girls playing next to me and realizing that they had never asked the same ones to themselves. That the ways we thought couldn’t be more different.

I kept myself amused with my own fanatical stories and musings in my head. I would wander the playground on a circular path, imagining a friend and being sorely disappointed when it didn’t feel as real as I’d hoped.

There was a bubble separating me from everyone else, thin, and nearly invisible, but with a pearly sheen you could catch under the right conditions. I knew it was there, they knew it was there, and it changed me

[that-sad-bi-bitch]

(this has a massive tw and cw for rpe, sa, cheating, toxic behaviour, and just general shitty relationships)

i think back on the relationship often, and try to pinpoint when i knew it was truly over. i clung onto so much hope, i loved the idea that he loved me. i loved the idea of having someone love me unconditionally and care for me and look after me and experience life with me, but he did none of these things. but in my mind, he had POTENTIAL to do all of these things.

but that potential didnt amount to anything. he didnt love me unconditionally. there were so many conditions, so many things that i had to do or he’d punish me by withdrawing affection. i thought this was just how men treated you when you did something wrong.

after it ended, i try and think about what point made it obvious i couldnt stay. was it the first time he didnt stop after i said no? was it the second? or the third? was it when we were playfighting and he always took it too far and would hit me a bit too hard for it to be a game? was it when he messaged that girl behind my back?

it was none of these. it wasn’t a single one of these things. my best friend and i smoked far too many cigarettes, enough to make us feel sick and the smell stuck to our hair for days. she told me she wishes i could see how unhappy he made me. i told her i didnt want to end things because then the whole time id been with him would have been a waste, and she sighed. “what if youre with him 10 more years? thatd be even more of a waste.”

i can admit when i’ve fucked up. i found out he’d lied about messaging a girl for the 3rd time, sparking a horrific argument before i was meant to go out with my best friend. i was drunk, far too drunk to see straight, far too drunk to think properly. and i was talking to this guy i used to go to school with that we’d run into at the bar. he was a year above me. i’d basically forgotten my boyfriend. he kissed me. and that kiss was the most tender kiss i’d ever experienced. this complete stranger to me kissed me with more love than he ever did. and so i kissed him again and again until my lips were raw and i could tell you exactly what his lips felt like pressed against mine. i got so drunk, my poor friend had to carry me to the taxi. i remember feeling my hair get ruffled and seeing the guy walk past, and throw me a wink.

when i got home, i realised how fucked up that was. not that id technically cheated, but that this stranger had made me feel more cared for that my boyfriend ever did. i felt so guilty about how i didnt feel any guilt at all. i didnt feel bad about kissing him, i didnt feel bad when he sent me a text the next day asking if id got home safe. my best friend maintains that i didnt do anything wrong by kissing him, but i know i did.

i dont even talk to that guy anymore, occasionally we’ll view each others stories or like a post, but we dont talk.

and thats when i realised. i realised how much shit i’d been putting up with. i realised how often my best friend had begged me to leave him, how often id let him do things to me that i really wasnt in the mood for. and thats when i left him. and it saddens me to look back on to know that it took another guy treating me nicely for 1 night to realise i was begging for basic respect from my boyfriend of 3 years. or did i fail to mention that it was the day before our 3 year anniversary? i didnt tell him about me kissing someone else, it wasnt worth it. he’d messaged girls but not done anything with them, as far as i knew. he’d done unspeakable things to me. he’d withheld love to make me apologise for things that werent my fault. he would be horrible to me, call me a bitch, tell me i was an awful partner and he didnt know why he was with me, then come back 6 hours later and say im perfect and he loved me and he was so lucky i was in his life. but i knew that me being a cheater would make him the victim. so i didnt tell him, noone knows except the guy and my best friend.

i know cheating is wrong. but im glad i did it. im glad i found a reason to leave because life since him has been so much better. i just wish id left sooner.

[casspurrjoybell-26]

Made of Steele - Chapter 23

*Warning: Adult Content*

"Happy 21st birthday, Jamie," my friends scream and throw their glasses filled with champagne into the air.

The DJ had started playing music and just like that, my friends and family started to come up to me and congratulate me, whilst they all asked how my trip had been to Europe.

As much as I wanted to avoid a birthday in the States this year, I'm somewhat thankful I won't be spending another birthday alone, after travelling for the past three years.

Three years ago... I felt lost.

I don't know if it was Kit and him leaving or my loss of purpose in the world but I just couldn't stay in one place anymore, I wanted to leave and experience something else other than what I felt at that time.

It's been three years and I've been to twelve countries in Europe and every single time I hopped from one place to another, I couldn't help but think of home and what I was leaving behind.

Just as my friends and some relatives congratulated me, I made a quiet exit through the sea of people that were currently inside the photo studio that my party was currently being thrown in, with my paintings on the walls.

I felt like I was suffocating, to see my work on the walls should make me happy,but if anything, I felt more alone than usual.

I made it outside the studio and into a staircase and once the doors closed behind me, I felt like I could breathe again.

I went into my back pocket and grabbed my cigarettes and when I was sure nobody followed me out there, I lit one up and then sat down on the steps of the stairs.

Once I inhaled the toxic fumes, a sense of calm washed over me and only then did I feel completely at peace.

This disgusting smell and the taste on my tongue... I didn't know what it was about or why I needed to do it just to get through the day but since leaving, I can't go a day without smoking one of these things.

The past three years have felt like a blur and within these three years, I've stuck to what makes me feel human and that would be art.

I travelled, I painted and sometimes, I would fuck strangers on these art pieces, that would probably go for thousands if I sold them.

There was something satisfying about ruining something I spent a lot of time and patience on, so satisfying that it had become somewhat of a need, for when I'm low.

Almost done with my smoke, someone opens the doors to the stairwell and makes me almost jump out of my skin, a part of me hoped that it wasn't my dad.

"There you are," my best friend, Hannah said, closing the door behind her.

Her face crinkles in disgust once she smells the smoke and notices what I was doing, as I currently put out the rest of my cigarette.

"Ugh," she gagged. "Jamie, it stinks,"

"It's not that bad," I rolled my eyes, getting up from the steps.

"Tell that to your dad," she huffed, making me snap my eyes towards hers.

"He's here?"

Hannah nodded her head, making me frown and move forward towards the door, to peek through the glass and look inside the studio.

I eventually spot him, he was alone and looking around the room.

No doubt, looking for me.

What was he doing here?

"He's just wanting to wish you a Happy Birthday," Hannah said, putting her hand on my back. "He misses you, you know... we all do."

I turned and looked at Hannah and saw that she had tears in her eyes and despite how badly I wanted to get away from this place, I always felt like shit when Hannah would call, text or cry and tell me how much she missed me.

"I missed you too."

I wrapped my arm around her and brought her into my chest as my free hand rested on the back of her long hair.

Hanna chuckled and hugged me back, then moments later they moved away from me, her nose crinkled with a smile on her lips, tears still in her eyes.

"Sorry, the smell is just too much," she said seriously, making me laugh and then shrug.

Well, there's no avoiding it, if I left now, he'd only track me down another way until he makes me see him.

"I'll catch up with you later," I lean forward and kiss her cheek, making her smile. "I'm going to see what he wants."

"No fighting, he is just here to see you," she says, as I sigh but nod my head anyway.

Hannah and I went back into the room and as I got further into the room, I saw just how much my dad didn't change, if anything, despite him almost being forty, he looked the same as he did when I left.

Only more annoying.

"Hey," I said, coming up to him, making him turn and look at me.

"Jamie," he smiled, almost relieved to see me standing in front of him and I don't know why but that made me nervous. "You look..." he looked me over, trying to find the words to my obvious attire. "Good," he eventually said. "Healthy."

"Thanks," I rolled my eyes, and awkwardly stood there, not knowing what to say. "Where's Allie, and Evan?" I ask, looking around and not seeing them anywhere.

"Around, somewhere," he frowns, looking around before his eyes focus back on me. "Happy birthday," he held out the envelope to me, with a small smile. "Now, I'm still just as bad as I always was with buying gifts for you, and since you're now twenty-one, I wanted this to be special."

I furrowed my brows at him then looked down at the envelope in my hands, taking a small moment to myself before I opened it up and took out what was inside.

Inside was a letter and at the top was my name and the name of a company I had never heard of, called 'Made of Steele'.

It had a nice ring to it but this meant nothing to me.

"What's this?" I ask him, holding up the piece of paper.

"It's yours," he said, coming to stand next to me to look at the paper in my hands. "I know how passionate you are about art and how talented you are," he pointed to an address on the paper. "Your mom and I found a great place, nothing flash, a decent part of town, with it's own studio and apartment, also a large room for a potential gallery if you wish."

I couldn't do anything but stare at the paper in my hands and go over just what he was talking about, every single word that was on the paper.

It's true, this... whatever this was, was completely one hundred percent mine and given to me by not only my dad but also my mom from her signature.

I knew what this was... this was their subtle way of trying to make me stick around and stay in the states so they could see me more.

Even so, it... it made me happy to know that after three years of ups and downs with my parents, they still tried and never gave up.

I was embarrassed by how I acted in the past but most of all, I felt pathetic.

"Thanks..." I rubbed my neck as my dad genuinely smiled at me. "It's very thoughtful."

We stood there for a few more moments and in those moments I enjoyed the silence, and just knowing he was there and that things were looking up.

I felt tired, more so than usual and as much as I wanted to keep moving and be anyone other than Jamie Steele but n the end, there was no denying who I was or what I had become.

This place... this opportunity... I'm thinking it might be good for me and that it's time I do something with myself.

I was ready to move on to the next chapter in my life and rebuild my future at home and relationships with family and friends.

With the people who cared about me most, maybe then... the feeling of loneliness will finally disappear, along with the past and all those painful memories.... of him.

[majorgarrett93]

Vengeance of Mr. Gray

Tim Gray: forties, successful businessman, loyal to the company he works for, more than enough money, lives in an expensive apartment in the city, recently engaged. Everything is going perfect until one day he hears from his boss Kurt that the company's letting him go. Everything would go to hell, for Kurt though and not Tim. Problem with Kurt is that he avoids conflict and lets people walk over him, so he had an extremely hard time letting Tim go. Threatens how he's going to tear his life apart and the threats get more severe before he takes off. He goes home to his fiancé Valerie, doesn't tell her that he got axed, had a reservation for a nice restaurant.

It was late Friday night around midnight and cops showed up to their doorstep. "Timothy Gray, you're being legally detained for making a death threat!" He starts acting erratic as one officer replies, "going to have to ask you to put your hands behind your back and stop reaching for your pocket, now sir!' Which he was rather incompliant. 

Valerie shows up suddenly demanding that they let him go. Tell her to go back inside but she steps out further, getting into a verbal argument and suddenly shouting, "GET THE HELL OFF MY PROPERTY, COCKSUCKER NAZIS!", Kicking an officer right where it hurts. Tim fled but surrendered once surrounded, both spent the night in the slammer. Val, for assault and Tim for death threats and fleeing. 

Val had a good attorney; Tim would represent himself in court as well as his side of the story which was convincing at first... First just mentions what happened, losing his job and everything. Then begins going on with his life story and how it was his and Val's anniversary, one year they were celebrating and to have her in tears about losing his job and everything was a soul-crushing experience that no one could imagine. 

He keeps changing the story, gets a little out of control until the judge has to slam his gavel down, "Mr. Timothy Gray! Did you make those threats to your former boss or not? Do you plead guilty or not guilty?", "Not guilty your honor. Damn right I said what I said to that bastard!" 

Tim got some time in the county jail and walked off commenting how jail is lucky and undeserving of his presence and if the shit-stains, scum off the street he shares a cell with are people then that means he’s God.

Decided to hire a good attorney for his next court date. He was released with only a restraining order from Kurt and anywhere within fifty feet of his property. Val was let out, got a fine and her charge of misdemeanor was reduced. It was late night, 11pm when Tim was released from the county jail and hit a bar downtown, while drinking fantasizing and getting ideas how he could make Kurt suffer so much that the only mercy he'll find is when he dies and reaches the burning inferno, what he could do with getting the shortest sentence in jail. 

Val was spending the night in a hotel that night drinking Dom Perigone to recover from the trauma which Tim sees the text on his phone, planning on heading over after his last drink until he runs into his old friend Rick. Tim and Rick were best friends in high school as well as years after until he met his wife Angela who would spend all of his hard-earned money and never let him order more than one drink when they went out to a restaurant or bar. They both went their separate ways until running into each other for the first time in twenty years. Get into conversation, Tim asking Rick "No longer Angela's bitch?" He laughed and replied, "Unfortunately, no." He knew that a divorce wouldn't work, court would all be in Angela's favor, and she'd get to keep the house as well as everything they own. He then gets an idea of the perfect plan, "You want your boss to suffer, how about we can swap favors? Take care of each other's problem in their life?" 

Both too drunk to drive, so they walk to the hotel while coming up with the perfect plan. Tim notices all the homeless smoking foil on the streets, places his hand in his pocket and shouts "hey Ricky! Watch the roaches scatter!", while throwing a handful of change all over. Thought it was funny and starts remembering the times he used to give junkies Monopoly money and they were so high that they tried to spend it, then he comes up with a good idea to the plan, "Lets hire the homeless to threaten your boss. Cheaper than a pro, do anything for some dope and it's not like a hitman, we're not going to kill him. Just scare the hell out of him at first. Who'll know we were behind it?" 

He agrees on it, Rick said he'll take care of the money and everything as long as if he takes care of his problem, hesitant at first but he agreed upon the deal. Rick studied forensics in school so he knew what not to do that could leave evidence behind. Found a couple hardcore junkies and offered them a couple hundred upfront and even more after their task he assigned them to: break into Kurt's house in the middle of the night, threaten and assault, then leave and where to hide so cops don't find them, had it all planned out. He was telling Tim a little of his past and last holiday season, having to spend it with Angela and her family, stating that it made Nikki Sixx's Heroin Diaries look like Dr. Seuss. "Now I understand why suicide rates go up this time of year." It had been a few days; Tim found a part-time job to get by. One evening cops show up on his doorstep which he is detained and taken in for questioning. Spends one night as they believe he's behind the attack of his former boss yet there was no direct evidence. He sat in his cell loving that he made Kurt suffer, put in the hospital and terrify his wife and children. Up all night unable to sleep in his cell, reading James Patterson and visualizing what happened to his boss. Val posted bail for him and there was no evidence at the time that either him or Rick were behind it, ruled out to be a burglary/home invasion only. 

Later out for dinner that night, went to the Red Robin which was packed but Angela insisted. Rick suggested that they sit in the bar which had plenty of open seating, but she demanded they get a booth to sit at, "bars are full of drunken whores, all you care about; drinking, cheap whores and watching sports!" She shouts, so they waited for two hours. Tim gets to witness his best friend's perfect life in front of him. If it wasn't her bitchin' non-stop, it was all the screaming children in the restaurant. 

Angela got up to use the bathroom, waiter showed up asking if they'd like anything else. Tim had an extra beer; Val had a vodka on the rocks...Rick went for a quadruple whisky on the rocks and finished it quick. Angela is back which Rick especially but Tim, Val and everyone in the restaurant were verbally assaulted, even the screaming children were scattered in the corner terrified and covering their ears. 

She stormed into the room and shouts, "You ordered another drink?", "Damn right bitch! It's my money, in fact I ordered four while you were gone!" All hell breaks loose, manager shows up telling them that if they aren't out within thirty seconds, he's calling the cops. Tim felt less hesitant towards doing his end of the job after that night, doesn't tell Rick to have a good night, just says "I'd be honored." Had been a couple weeks, gets a call from Rick mentioning how he's been watching Kurt a lot lately, done a few extra things to tear him apart, things going south and his relationship with his wife is falling apart. Mentions how he'll be gone on vacation soon, already has a new plan and apologizes for the incident with Angela that became a viral video on TikTok, "don't be shocked if cops show up at your house again." Weeks later was detained at the "revolving door" after his boss’ home was broken into and robbed within a short distance of time of the last incident. Was found dead in his home later, shot in the head but was ruled out to be a suicide. Tim is released and gets more info on what happened to his house while on vacation. House was broken into, now makes a boarded up meth house look like a five star suite, cars in garage completely totaled, all windows in house broken, holes in walls, carpet all soiled, traces of urine throughout, paraphernalia as well as traces of various illicit substances, graffiti, empty bottles of liquor, multiple stolen goods, broken TV as well as a collage on the table made of pics from pornographic magazines...and it wasn't glue they used to make them stick. Rick was out of town, Angela was alone, it was now Tim's turn, time to do his favor and take care of her. He pulled it off quick but not thorough, used an old shotgun that was given to him by his grandfather. When returning home, he found his problem was a little more than "taken care of". He would report to police, but his shock was somewhat real that made it believable, he expected an execution, not a bloodbath and brains on the carpet. 

He was taken in and questioned by authority about the last time he saw his wife and start laughing but quickly stop and apologize after questioning if it was after the Red Robin incident? There was no evidence on either Tim or Rick, the couple people they caught breaking into Kurt's house couldn't identify a real hundred from a Monopoly hundred. Police department were pissed that they couldn't get Tim behind bars, murder of Angela was taken as a joke due to the viral video, even people openly joked about not getting on Rick's bad side. After months of investigation, police department got desperate, so they tried to find any reason to arrest either. They finally caught Tim, arrested for drunk and disorderly behavior, repeat offense and he would be in jail for a long time; 364 days was the max sentence they could prosecute him with. 

Tim sat in his cell, waiting for his release date, knew he’d be out within only weeks. Proud that he drove his boss to ending his life. He didn’t hold grudges, believed in forgiveness and was even with the man that wronged him.   

[sadistdad76]

NSFW ASKS.

1:When did you lose your virginity? 12

2: Rough sex or soft sex?  Both, if done right it will turn into both

3: Do you have any unusual kinks/fetishes?  Unusual? On tumblr I'm a Daddy  I truly enjoy Littles

4: Weirdest place you’ve had sex? Church bus

5: Favourite sex position? Doggie w my hands full of hair 6: Do you like to be dominant or submissive? I'm  a Dom

7: Have you ever had any one night stands? Yes plenty 8: Sex on the bed, couch or the floor? Can't it be all three in one night

9: Have you ever had sex in a public place? Definitely

10: Have you ever been caught masturbating? More times than I can count

11: What does your favourite sexy underwear look like? I go commando

12: How often do you have sex? Not often enough

13: Is there anybody right now you’d like to have sex with? Yes

14: Do you prefer giving or receiving oral sex? Why can't it be both

15: Most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you during sex? Farther

16: A song you’d listen to during hard/rough/kinky sex? Crazy bitch , BuckCherry

17: A song you’d listen to during soft/slow/passionate sex? Always be my baby, Mariah Carrie

18: Are you into dressing up for sex? Not really

19: Would you prefer sex in the bath or sex in the shower? Shower 20: If you could have sex with anyone right now, who would it be? I dont kiss and tell

21: Have you ever had a threesome? If not, would you? Yes and yes again

22: Do you/would you use sex toys? I love using toys on my LG

23: Have you ever sent someone a dirty text/picture? Yes

24: Would you have sex with your best friend? Your sub is always your best friend

25: Is there anything you do after sex? (for example, smoke, eat, drink) Aftercare

26: Something that will never fail to get you horny? Mouth play

27: Early morning sex or late night sex? Depending on her abilities

28: Favourite body part on the opposite sex? Mouth

29: Favourite body part on the same sex? No answer

30: Something that you have hidden in your room that you don’t want anyone to find: My sucking toy

31: Weirdest sexual act some has performed [or tried to perform] on/with you: Ass play on me no ty

32: Have you ever tasted yourself? [If no, would you?] [If yes, what did you think?] Yes, I need to eat more pneapple

33: Is it ever okay to not use a condom: Yes if with someone you truly trust

34: A food that you would like to use during a sexual experience: Cucumber

35: Worst possible time to get horny: Work meeting

36: Do you like it when your sexual partner moans? If she doesn't ill make her scream

37: How much fapping is too much fapping: I don't have a clue what that is

38: Best sexual complement you ever got: What do you plan to do with that

39: Favorite foreplay activities: Dirty talk

40: What do you wear to bed? Boxers

41: When was the first time you masturbated: 10

42: Do you have any nude/masturbating pictures/video of yourself? Yes

43: Have you ever/when was the last time you had sex outside? 2 years ago

44: Have/would you ever have sex in public? Already  answered

45: Have/would you ever had a threesome? Answered

46: What is one random object you’ve used to masturbate? Sock

47: Do you watch gay/lesbian porn? why/why not? Lesbian

48: Do you like oral sex? (why/why not) Is it a thing not too

49: How do you feel about tattoos on someone you are interested in? Love them

50: How would you feel about taking someones virginity? It's in my wheelhouse as a Daddy

[wantoncanton]

0-44, please m(_ _)m

0: Height

5'6"

1: Virgin?

No

2: Shoe size

9

3: Do you smoke?

Yes

4: Do you drink?

Yes

5: Do you take drugs?

Not anymore. But if I was offered a psychedelic, I wouldn't object.

6: Age you get mistaken for

Early twenties

7: Have tattoos?

Nope

8: Want any tattoos?

Nope

9: Got any piercings?

Nope

10: Want any piercings?

Nope

11: Best friend?

My buddy back in NYC

12: Relationship status

Single

13: Biggest turn ons

Long hair

14: Biggest turn offs

People who don't like animals and nature

15: Favorite movie

Tree of Life

16: I’ll love you if

I think love just takes time. I've fallen in love with women who have vastly different views and interests than me. When you truly love someone and they love you back. Both of you start looking past each other's faults and differences. Hopefully it works out.

17: Someone you miss

My dead friend

18: Most traumatic experience

I get loaded guns pointed at me for a living

19: A fact about your personality

I put on many different faces depending on who I interact with

20: What I hate most about myself

I'm too much of a workaholic

21: What I love most about myself

I get along with a lot of people. Maybe I'm too nice but I feel like it's just better to try to be on good terms with whoever you meet. Especially if you think you'll see the person again.

22: What I want to be when I get older

Park Ranger

23: My relationship with my sibling(s)

Me and my sister have very different views but I still care for her and try to help her with her anxiety issues since I got over mine.

24: My relationship with my parent(s)

I should call them more often but otherwise good

25: My idea of a perfect date

Watching some artsy fartsy movie and then being out in nature

26: My biggest pet peeves

People who approach because they're into Kpop or anime

27: A description of the girl/boy I like

She's got long dark hair and so far I know we have similar interests

28: A description of the person I dislike the most

This short guy who tried to kill my friend. Dude straight up looks possessed

29: A reason I’ve lied to a friend

He was a belligerent drunk and I had to defuse a situation

30: What I hate the most about work/school

Lazy coworkers

31: What your last text message says

"BLYAT"

32: What words upset me the most

The term "West Taiwan." There's a reason why Taiwan still refers to itself as the "Republic of China"

33: What words make me feel the best about myself

Iunno. "It's on the house"

34: What I find attractive in women

How graceful they can be

35: What I find attractive in men

MUSCLES

36: Where I would like to live

In the forest

37: One of my insecurities

Maybe I'm too nice to people

38: My childhood career choice

Film director

39: My favorite ice cream flavor

Chocolate

40: Who wish I could be

Nobody else. I'm just happy to be me.

41: Where I want to be right now

Japan or Switzerland. Japan because I'm a weeb. Switzerland because I like the nature they have there and I really want to try out their gun ranges. I really like Sig Sauer.

42: The last thing I ate

Burger with fries

43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately

This girl I have a crush on but I ain't telling

44: A random fact about anything

Shiba Inus were an endangered breed after the war. Most Shibas now are descendants of 3 bloodlines.

[munsonssub]

Little request: You and Joseph have a kiss scene in Stranger Things and a fan asks what he thought abt the kiss ;)

YESSSSS. Okay I changed it a lil bit instead of a fan it’s in a interview with Jamie in Brazil bc I love them together and yknow Paris.

Requests are open!

Not really any warnings slight talk about smoking.

Word count: 638

You knew he was excited about the Brazil trip with Jamie, didn’t shut up about it for weeks after he found they would be going. You three had become close friends fast, all being new and smokers you clung to each other easily.

Staying in contact after filming wrapped was easy, second nature almost, even with you living in a separate country to him. It was easy, what wasn’t easy was pretending not to be in-love with him, specially with Jamie’s constant teasing to you, because of course he knew. Mans could read you like a book.

So when he invited you to come along you wanted to go so bad, but you couldn’t, due to the fact you have to do your own interviews with Maya. Wishing him luck and telling him to take a quick pit stop to see you on his way back was the best you could do. You still texted him every day while he was there, FaceTimed a couple times to so he could show you the party they were at.

You texted him one day asking how the interview went and all he texted back was a quick ‘you’ll have to watch to find out love ;)’. Which made your heart jump. But finally today you could watch the interview he was talking about. So as you sat on your couch, cuddled under a blanket and smiling to yourself you clicked on the video.

You got about five minutes into it, giggling along with the men as they teased each other and answered questions, then the question you knew would be asked but didn’t know if you wanted to know his answer was asked.

“So Joseph, Eddie has a love interest, played by the amazing Y/N L/N, you guys had quite the emotional kissing scene as Eddie goes to save her character and Dustin how’d you feel about doing that?” The interviewer asked.

You could see the blush starting on his chest and face, Jamie giggling to himself.

“Yes love, how did that go? Nervous?” Jamie joked as Joseph tried to start his sentence.

“Honestly? I was proper scared, she’s such an amazing actress with the emotion she can convey in just a short scene is insane-“ he smiled to himself but before he went to speak again Jamie interrupted.

“If you start on another tangent about her my dear Joseph I swear.” He emptily threats. Making Joe blush.

“Listen, she amazing, the kiss was amazing, being able to share the screen with her was probably a top five experience of my life.” He laughs.

“What’s number one? The kiss itself?” Jamie teases him again, a knowing smirk on his face that makes your throat go dry.

“You know what? Next question please he’s just gonna keep bullying me.” Joseph let’s out a loud breath of anxiety. His blush now even stronger.

“Oh I’m gonna bully you till you do something.” Jamie quietly says, as he puts an hand on Jospeh’s shoulder. The interview quickly changed subject and you pause it. Not knowing what to do you just stare at your phone, disbelief all over your features.

Then a knock throws you out of your thoughts, breathing for a second you stand from the couch, wondering who’s at your door. You quickly wander over, not thinking when you pull the door open.

You look up and see him, in his beautiful puppy dog glory, wide eyes staring at you.

“Joey, hi? What are you doing here?” You ask moving to let him in, he nods his head and he ducks in beside you and you close the door and look at him. He looks nervous, playing with the ring on his finger.

“Something.” Is all he says before his hands are on your face and your lips are against his.