#i am just a mess pure thr usual

[jesse-cosay]

or 21

You get both. Also, apologies it starts abruptly, I wrote 200 words and abruptly changed my mind, so.

"Ready?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm coming!"

They followed him downstairs. Making their way to the door. Jesse already had one shoe on. Trying to balance on one leg as he adjusted the heel of his second shoe.

Lake sat down, slipping on their boots. Letting Jesse rest his hand familiarly on their shoulder. Using them to keep his balance as he finally got his sneaker on.

"Thanks."

The two of them were out the door in no time. Walking down the street to the lake at the edge of town. It wasn't long before Jesse was shedding the shoes he'd only just put on.

"So using me not to fall over was for nothing?"

"I didn't realize how hot it would be." He whined. "Doesn't it make you want to put your feet in the water?"

It did. But that didn't mean Lake couldn't be difficult about it.

"I don't overheat in the same way you do." They grumbled, stripping off their boots and setting them next to Jesse's shoes.

They didn't wear socks. Hadn't bothered to buy any yet. Hadn't seen the need.

It was as they were rolling up their pants that they realized the problem.

The mirror. The one Tulip had used to free them- it was still there. They could move it pretty easily. And they did, sometimes. Depending on what they planned to wear. It had been hidden in their boot for so long on the train that they forgot Jesse had never seen it.

At one point or another, they'd moved it up their leg. The incriminating red resting closer to their knee, usually hidden by Lake's pants.

"You good?"

"Yeah it's just- I have this, uh, thing."

Lake sat beside him. Rolling up one pant leg to set it in the water next to Jesse's. The other they pulled up against their chest, taking their time as they tucked the cloth over their knee.

"Oh, what's-?" He paused, glancing at Lake and then back at the thing that was definitely not the same shiny chrome that the rest of their body was made of.

"To escape the mirror world, I needed a reflection. To keep me solid, or something." They remembered the goopy way the flecs had looked when their suits deteriorated. How they'd melted back into any reflective surface. How he had splattered against the train wheel.

That's what they would be, without this. If they didn't have it. In some ways, they felt they should be thankful. In others- they felt like it was another thing proving they weren't supposed to be here.

"It never came off, so I guess I still need it." They mumbled, willing the issue to not be a big deal. To be unbothered by the shiny red presence.

"It's kind of like a birthmark." He said, admiring it with something akin to wonder in his eyes. "I have one too!"

"A what? You do?" Lake had never noticed anything like that- but then again. They hadn't exactly been looking for it either.

"Yeah!" Jesse was wearing shorts, no surprise considering it was summer. He pushed the pant leg up a little further, pointing at what looked like a bruise on his thigh.

"It's kind of hard to see but- these lines right here!"

"It looks like veins. Are you sure it isn't a bruise?"

"It's not!" He insisted. "My parents thought that too- took me to the doctor because it didn't go away."

He seemed confident, but Lake wasn't convinced.

Still.

Maybe their mirror wasn't so odd. A birthmark. It was their first day free. It made sense.

"It's kind of like that, huh." A part of them wanted to cover it. The memories still so fresh. They could still recall being reflected in the mirror. Before the Chrome Car. Before the train.

"You don't have to keep your pants rolled up all the way. You can just change when we go home." He offered. His eyes were on their feet, swaying with the lapping current.

"Thanks," they mumbled, trying to find somewhere to set their own eyes. An angle that might hide the warmth they felt on their face. It wasn't a big deal if they didn't want it to be.

They'd only glanced away for a moment, the soft press of lips against their knee- against the mirror, jerking them back to reality. To Jesse. He smiled at them, shy and earnest.

"But I like it. I think it suits you. It makes us similar." He tapped the not-bruise for emphasis.

Lake would have loved to blame the heat for the way they sizzled inside, but it was a luxury they weren't exactly privy to.

"Yeah," they tried to bite down their smile. To not look so pleased. "It's not so bad."

They didn't bother covering it, before putting their foot in the water. Kicking at the waves lazily.

[quirklessthot]

kinktober: day 3 | nudes [dabi]

warnings: 18+

word count: 1.1k

a/n still going strong with day three! (p.s. you canNOT tell me dabi wouldn't pull this shit)

⤿ kinktober masterlist

You’re sleeping peacefully in your bed, dead to the world, until the loud ping of your phone receiving a message wakes you. Groggily, you crack open your eyes and feel around blindly for your phone. You bring it to your face and turn on the display, instantly regretting having the backlight on so high. After nearly getting blinded, you can make out the words on the screen.

[unknown]: u up?

The contact might be listed as ‘unknown’, but you know exactly who would wake you up with a text like this at 2 am. Your phone pings again.

[unknown]: its dabi

You know.

Heaving a tired sigh, you roll your eyes but answer anyway, thumb lazily tapping on your onscreen keyboard as you yawn and hug your pillow.

[You]: I am now. What do you want?

His reply is almost immediate.

[unknown]: my dick is so hard right now

Seriously? Could he be more of a fuckboy right now?

Apparently, he could, because his next message is a shaky picture of his hand wrapped around his hard dick. It’s a terrible quality photo if you’re being honest: the lightning is bad, there’s no finesse and most importantly, you didn’t ask for it. A 3/10, overall.

[You]: That’s rough, buddy. Goodnight.

The next few pings come in quick succession. Great, he’s double-texting.

[unknown]: babe

[unknown]: c’mon

[unknown]: dont b like that…

[unknown]: pls?

Your eyebrows raise almost to your hairline. You didn’t Dabi even knew the word ‘please’ existed. He must be really desperate.

[You]: Well I’m not sure what you want me to do about it? I don’t even know where you are…

The next message almost has you throwing your phone.

[unknown]: send me a pic of ur tits

“You’ve got to be shitting me…” you mumble into the quiet darkness of your room.

[You]: I’m not giving you nudes Dabi.

[unknown]: i gave u sum!

[You]: I didn’t ask for a picture of your dick!!

[unknown]: :(

Such a simple emoji shouldn’t fill you with so much remorse but a part of you knows how hard you find it telling Dabi ‘no’.

One picture and that’s all he’s getting.

You hike your shirt up to tuck it under your chin, nipples instantly pebbling under the cool night air. You angle your phone and snap a picture, making sure to keep your face firmly out of the frame. It’s a little dark – you’re too tired to get up and turn any lights on – and it’s not exactly the sexiest pic you’ve ever taken but he’ll have to make do.

Your thumb hovers over the send button before you take the leap and press it, wondering in the back of your mind just how much you’re going to regret this.

It takes a while for him to respond and you hate how antsy it’s making you. You’re on the metaphorical edge of your metaphorical seat as you wait. Does he like it? He’s the one begging for nudes at two in the morning, he’d better like it!

[unknown]: fuuuuuk babe

[unknown]: wish i was thr

[unknown]: hav u suck m e off

[unknown]: cover thse perfct fukin tits in my c um

That’s more typos than usual, and it’s probably not because of his usual laziness. You greatly suspect he’s multitasking.

The thought of Dabi pleasuring himself to a picture of you has warmth spreading through your body. You squeeze your thighs together as you type.

[You]: Yeah? What makes you think I’ll let you

[unknown]: u’ll let me

[unknown]: cuz ur my prefect lil cumslut

[unknown]: isnt that right ?

You mutter a curse under your breath as your hand finds its way between your thighs. Images of you gagging on Dabi’s cock flash in your mind, the most recent rendezvous – from about a week ago. You can almost feel the heavy weight of his girthy cock on your tongue. You subconsciously lick your lips as your hand speeds up.

Another message.

[unknown]: busy?

You can almost feel the smugness radiating from that single word. Groaning, you ignore his taunt and put your phone down to continue rubbing yourself over your underwear, making sure to put most of your focus on your little clit.

Your phone pings again.

[unknown]: i kno ur touchin urself

[unknown]: u wet for me baby?

You whine and nod your head before remembering that he can’t actually see you.

[You]: Yeah, I think I soaked through my panties

[unknown]: hm not sure i believe u

The horny haze you’ve unexpectedly found yourself in has you thinking you need to send him proof and you reach over to flick on your bedside lamp, bathing the dark room in warm, artificial yellow light. Settling back down, you quickly snap another photo and send it to Dabi.

This one is focused between your spread thighs, underwear pulled taught over your mound and leaving little to the imagination. The sizeable dark patch is hard to miss.

[unknown]: fuck i wish i could call u right now so i can hear those cute little noises you make when u play with urself

[unknown]: guess I’ll have to make do with pics huh?

Taking the hint, you quickly roll down your underwear, discarding it somewhere onto the floor, and take a picture of your cunt, lips slick and shiny with your arousal.

As you wait for Dabi’s reply, your hand slowly slides between your thighs. A shiver runs through your body at the feeling of your slippery, heated skin under your fingertips. Focusing tight, slow circles over your clit, you begin rocking your hips, already lost in pleasure. Too impatient for anymore teasing, you slip two fingers inside, arching your back and gasping at the delicious stretch.

You alternate between fucking yourself on your fingers hard and fast and feverishly rubbing your clit, sometimes giving your pussy a firm, teasing spank – just the way Dabi likes to do when he’s knuckles deep in you. You’re so wet you’re beginning to make a mess but at this moment – right on the precipice of pure bliss, you don’t care.

It only takes a few strokes and you’re falling over the edge, entire body spasming as you cry out. When you fall back onto your pillow, you let out a deep, pleasured exhale, fully satiated.

The last photo you send is of two of your fingers inches away from your bare cunt, glossy with your slick - a few strands are connected from your soaked digits to your puffy, swollen lips. Seconds later you get one of Dabi, shirt pulled up and spent cock lying on his stomach, white traces of his cum all over his stomach and chest.

Still on cloud nine from your orgasm, you get up to clean yourself up. When you lie back down in your bed, you pick up your phone to shoot Dabi a quick text.

[You]: Ok, I have to admit that was fun but you’re going to delete those, right?

Read 2:27 am

[You]: Dabi?

Read 2:28 am

[You]: Dabi. That’s not funny…

Read 2:28 am

[You]: DABI!

[ayyyflueg]

Tagged by @toast-gh0st , thank you for thinking of me! ☺

50 Questions You’ve Never Been Asked Before

1 - What is the colour of your hairbrush? 

Mostly black with a holographic handle.

2 - A food you never eat?

I don't care much for uncooked onion. And coleslaw. I'm a Taurus, so, I eat. 💁

3- Are you typically too warm or too cold?

Too HOT big time I am always hot

4-What were you doing 45 minutes ago?

Drinking wine and watching talk shows with my dog and my mom.

5-What is your favourite candy bar? 

I think all American candy tastes like pure shit now, and there are reasons for that. I suppose Milka?

6-Have you ever been to a professional sports event? 

I have. First one I remember, I wanted to to SPECIFICALLY to see Coolio. I also remember a baseball game one of my ex's dragged me to.

7-What is the last thing you said out loud?

"Oh shit you're right"

8-What is your favourite ice cream? 

Used to be Ben and Jerry's chocolate brownie whatever, but it's definitely, like, coffee or pistachio now. Adult tastebuds are weird.

9-What was the last thing you had to drink? 

Franzia Crisp White from a Walgreens big gulp type cup

10-Do you like your wallet?

Not really. It does wallet things though.

11-What was the last thing you ate? 

Baked potato

12-Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? 

Lol. No.

13-The Last sporting event you watched?

I watched a video of baseball players pretending to be curlers.

14-What is your favourite flavour of popcorn?

Oh, man. I LOVE overbuttered movoe theatre popcorn. I also love that Chicago type popcorn, I think. With the cheese and caramel.

15-Who was the last person you sent a text message to?

My friend Matt.

16-Ever go camping?

For sure

17-Do you take vitamins?

Supposed to.

18-Do you go to church every Sunday?

I'm spiritual in my own right. So, no. Lol.

19-Do you have a tan? 

I'm mulatto

20-Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza? 

That's tough. I can eat pizza forever but Chinese food is the bomb. I might have to go with pizza.

21-Do you drink your soda with a straw? 

Only if it comes with one

22-What color socks do you usually wear?

I dont wear socks tbh. I mean I do when I'm going out with real shoes on my feet but I hate anything on my feet. Country bumpkin.

23-Do you ever drive above the speed limit?

Literally always.

24-What terrifies you? 

A lot. I have bad anxiety and panic attacks so the stupidest shit triggers me but idk what it stems from exactly. Just one big mess.

25-Look to your left, what do you see? 

The bathroom window

26-What chore do you hate?

THE DISHES

27-What do you think of when you hear and Australian Accent? 

Steve Irwin duh

28-What’s your favourite soda? 

Mr. Pibb

29-Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? 

Drive thru

30-Favourite cut of beef? 

Oh, man. That depends. My best answer is anything but ribeye.

31-Who’s the last person you talked to? 

My mom

32-Last Song you listened to? 

Oh Sherrie by Steve Perry

33-Last Book you read?

I started this random book I ordered online and have hated it to the point of forgetting its name. Dancing girls or something? Just not my...type.

34-Favorite Day of the week?

Friday

35-Can you say the alphabet backwards?

The last time I tried, I was doing a field sobriety test.

36-How do you like your coffee? 

Strong and iced. Enough milk/cream to lighten the color and just a touch of sugar or honey. But STRONG mostly.

37-Favorite pair of shoes?

Right now its my docs

38-At what time do you normally go to bed? 

Between 8-12. Depends on the meds. And my fucked up stomach.

39-At what time do you normally get up?

10 am at the very latest. I'm a morning person.

40-What do you prefer sunrise or sunsets? 

Sunrise

41-How many blankets are on your bed? 

One

42-Describe your kitchen plates? 

Disposable lol. Helps with executive dysfunction.

43-Do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage? 

I mostly drink wine now; dry, bitter white wines. But if I'm "out" or whatever, Jameson, dirty martinis, whatever beer is the cheapest.

44- Do you play cards?

I do. I fucking kill it in spades.

45- What colour is your car?

 Uh like...grey/silver

46-Can you change a tire?

I can't but I intend to learn

47-What is your favourite state/providence?

Michigan. I'm a Michigan girl to the core.

48-Favourite job you’ve ever had?

Acting/performing. Its been, I think, two years since the last time I was on film. It KILLS me.

49-How did you get your biggest scar?

I had a thymectomy in 2001 and it looks like if you cut open my chest horizontally and then it scarred up along thr incision. It's hidden by my boobs though so that's cool.

50-What did you do today that made someone else happy? 

Checked on my family.

Phew! Props if you read that whole thing. Thanks again to @toast-gh0st and I tag whoever wants to participate or wants to know more. Stay safe, y'all. ❤🤘

[joygaytrash]

88. "STOP INTERRUPTING ME!"

Yay, badly written angst from yours truly

Drabble Challenge

Word Count: 719

Stress didn’t even begin to describe how Roman felt. There was a lot of things he needed to get done but he practically had barely anytime to do it all.

He tapped his pencil against his notebook before groaning, ripping the paper out and crumpling it, tossing it at the waste bin next to his workspace. Roman returned his attention back to his notebook and scribbled down some ideas then repeated the same process as earlier; Tear, crumple, throw.

It felt like that process has been wired into Roman’s brain after these past few weeks. Tear, crumple, throw, repeat.

Tear, crumple, throw, repeat.

Tear, crumple, throw, repeat.

Tear, crumple, thr-

There was a knock on Roman’s door, followed by a voice, “Hey Ro, it’s Patton! I just wanted to let you know that dinner’s ready.”

“I’m fine, Padre. Thank you for the offer but I’m not hungry at the moment,” Roman answered, keeping his focus on his notebook.

“Oh, well, okay Roman. When you are hungry, leftovers will be in the fridge,” Patton said before walking away from Roman’s door. The prince let out an “okay” to the open air behind the door, not aware that Patton had left.

A few hours has passed and there was another knock on the door, making Roman snap out of his concentration.

“Roman, it’s Logan. Virgil, Patton, and I are watching a movie today and we wanted to know if you’d like to join us,” Logan explained. Roman sighed, almost tempting to set his pencil down and join them. ���I’ll have to pass on that, Specs, but thanks for the invite,” Roman replied.

"Are you su-”

“Yes, Pocket Calculator, I am sure,”

Roman heard Logan walk away from his door, the logical side’s footsteps fading away the farther he got away from the door. He ran a hand through his mess of hair, sighing once more. “If one more person interrupts me, I will lose it,” He mumbled to himself, returning his focus to his notebook again.

And Roman wasn’t kidding when he said he would lose it when someone else interrupts him. There was a final knock on his red door, causing Roman to accidentally break his pencil out of pure frustrated and annoyance. He stood up from his desk and made his way to his door, opening it up.

“Man, Princey, you look like the Dragon Witch just kicked your ass,” Virgil pointed out, half smirking.

“Listen, Emo Nightmare, I am not in the mood for anyone’s shit right now. I am busy working,” Roman said, ignoring Virgil’s remark.

“Well, you better quit it. You’re making Thomas’ brain spin and that’s usually my job,” Virgil argued. Roman shook his head, silently disagreeing with the anxious side as he started to shut his door only for it to get stopped by Virgil’s foot. “Look, I mean it, Roman. You need to give it a rest,” Virgil stated.

“Just stop it, Virgil,”

“Stop what, Roman?”

“STOP INTERRUPTING ME!”

Virgil stared at Roman before clearing his throat, “Fine, be like that. See if I care.” After that Virgil stormed back to his room, disappearing down the hall. Roman let out a sigh of relief, closing his door.

But he didn’t go back to his desk. Roman kept his back against the door, scanning his room. It was a mess; Papers full of notes, ideas, and drawing were practically everywhere in his room. Then it finally hit him; He had became a mess. Roman had been caught up in his work that he hadn’t thought of himself and his mental health.

Roman pushed himself off his door and towards his bed, flopping down into it. He grabbed the Disney blanket and covered himself up, relaxing against his pillows. It didn’t take long for the creative side to fall asleep, leaving all his work behind.