#bugsy drabble

[beyond-the-rabbit-hole]

Out of all the Habits, who is allowed to use the F slur, and who would use the F slur?

Habits and the F Slur - Who can use it, and who can’t but uses it anyway

Features: (All Habits - 03/25/2024) Warnings: None

Loathesome - Can’t reclaim it, uses it anyway

Ersatz - Can’t reclaim it, doesn’t use it

Centralia - Can’t reclaim it, would probably use it

Stephbit - Can reclaim it, uses it to spice up an insult

Fairmount - Can reclaim it, uses it to refer to himself

Northstar - Can’t reclaim it, doesn’t use it

McHabit - Can’t reclaim it, doesn’t use it

Evbit - Can’t reclaim it, uses it playfully

Deepbit - Can’t reclaim it, doesn’t use it

Jeffbit - Can’t reclaim it, uses it anyway

Boardbit - Can reclaim it, uses it as a slur

Showbit - Can reclaim it, uses it as a slur

Evan Corenthal - Can reclaim it, uses it playfully

Evan Gallows - Can reclaim it, uses it playfully

Stygian - Can’t reclaim it, doesn’t use it

Voyeurbit - Can’t reclaim it, uses it anyway

Octantis - Can’t reclaim it, doesn’t use it

Alternaria - Can’t reclaim it, uses it anyway

Marburg - Can’t reclaim it, doesn’t use it

The Doctor - Can’t reclaim it, uses it anyway

Jessie Corenthal - Can reclaim it, doesn’t use it

Aster - Can’t reclaim it, doesn’t use it

Signalman - Can reclaim it, doesn’t use it

Shellshock - Can’t reclaim it, uses it anyway

Starlet - Can’t reclaim it, uses it anyway

Bittybit - Can’t reclaim it, would probably use it if anyone could understand what he says

Fembit - Can reclaim it, uses it as a slur. (Please revoke her F-slur pass, she doesn’t deserve it)

Evelyn - Can reclaim it, would never use it

Grimmwolf - He doesn’t even know the word

[januaryembrs]

Tea!

Hey, I'm the anon who requested the drabble of bugsy realizing her feelings for spencer. Can you write a drabble based on what happened after spencer saw bugsy and the guy in her apartment?? I found the ending to have been quite abrupt and am genuinely curious as to how things were between them after that (I'm a sucker for angst). Hopefully you aren't also planning a BONUS chapter on this 😭😭 if so, then I'll just shut up bcs I'm actually just spoiling shit atp.

THEN STRANGERS AGAIN | Spencer Reid x Prentiss!Reader [drabble]

description: Spencer thinks he and Bugsy may have invented Murphy's Law. Everything that can go wrong, will go wrong and has gone wrong.

length: 1.1k

warnings: some small hints at mature content, but no actual stuff. angst? curses.

part of the trouble almost all my life universe

authors notes: finally finished my requests off thankyou for being patient with me, now who's ready to for the next TAAML update??

“Who is it, babe?” A deep voice spoke, and Spencer felt his face go green when he saw the adonis of a man who stood behind her, his chest littered with smudged lip gloss and bruises resembling her own neck trailing down to his crotch. 

Her face was on fire when Spencer looked back at her, something betrayed in the hazel of his eyes which he knew was entirely illicit to feel in the circumstances, but it was true. 

“Fuck off, Renly,” She shoved him back behind the door, looking at Spencer like the friendship between them they were scrambling to salvage hung in the balance with whatever she said next. “You remember Renly, my lab partner at Johns,” 

Spencer nodded, the image of her lips on his pubic bone wouldn’t leave his mind, and he wondered what came after that, “I remember him,” 

She nodded back, and they went silent. 

They’d found themselves back at that stalemate.

“I’m just gonna…” Spencer trailed off, something sharp and painful in his chest as he looked at her. This was ridiculous, he had Maeve to worry about. Maeve, who was crazy about him, who he had a date with not even half an hour ago, who soothed the wound Bugsy had left when she’d moved to an entire other continent before he had a chance to tell her how he felt.

Except he did have a chance. He’d had plenty of chances, he’d just been too chicken to take them. And maybe that was what had made him so angry seeing a man twice his stature flirting and touching and grabbing her, knowing what they’d been doing before he’d interrupted. Maybe it was the fact he was irrefutably good looking, or that he was the kind of guy confident enough to call her babe and touch her so easily, or maybe it was the image of what she must have looked like underneath him to be as flustered as she was now. What had they been doing? Was he pleasuring her? Had she been teasing him? Had they been in the middle of full blown fucking?

Spencer didn’t know. The kid who had tackled string theory when he was fourteen years old didn’t know. And he didn’t think he ever wanted to. A whole Schrödinger's cat kind of fucked up where he knew exactly what they’d been doing, and yet his felt something hurt well in his chest at the fact he didn’t know at all. 

He felt like his head might explode, or like he wanted to rip his big brain out and kick it to the curb with how fast it raced with thoughts and images and sounds that all resembled her. 

“I’m just gonna go,” He spluttered, already turning to head down the millions stairs back to where he’d thrown his car into park, his footsteps clicking against the hard linoleum as he took them almost two at a time.

She didn’t care that she had little more than underwear and a shirt on, didn’t care that Virginia evenings had reached almost freezing at this point in the year. Bugsy didn’t care, because Spencer seemed hurt, and that was her least favourite look on him. 

“Spence!” She called, cursing when he didn’t turn back, and she’d barely had time to flick her door onto the latch before she was taking off after him, “Spencer, wait!

But he didn’t listen, he couldn’t. Not when he felt something close to tears welling in his eyes. Why was he getting upset? He was a grown man for fuck sake. He had three doctorates, a genius level IQ, and a job he adored. What did he have to be crying about?

He felt like he and Bugsy could only be described as Murphy’s Law, that everything about his day that could possibly have gone wrong between them did. That of course she was with some sort of adonis at this time of the evening, of course she was with someone else, because why wouldn’t she be? She was attractive, and quick witted, and sharp as steel. And most importantly she wasn’t his. 

“Spencer, what’s wrong?” She called, but his damn long legs were too fast for her, and he’d made it out the front door to her building before she could yell at him some more. 

By the time she got to the lobby, he was already half way down the street, his head straight down at the floor, his bottom lip quivering. 

The chill hit her like a stop sign as she ripped the door open, and she was quickly reminded how bare her legs were as she did so, her teeth gritting together. “Spencer!” 

But he didn’t look back, and she half considered risking the public indecency charges, only to quickly be reminded of her lack of socks and shoes as she took an experimental step onto the pavement, cringing in pain when it felt painfully harsh to her skin. 

Her stomach dropped. What had he wanted, coming to her at this hour when things had felt so odd and icky and wrong between them. Where was Maeve? Even the thought of the mystery girl made her face heat with annoyance, but Bugsy supposed that if Spencer was happy then she shouldn’t feel so damn bitter all the time. It had been the whole reason she’d brought Renly home, though bumping into him in the liquor store had been completely unintentional, because she’d wanted to forget all about the guy who used to be her best friend who she couldn’t have, who had a shiny new genius to hold his affections, to take the place she’d thought was hers. 

She should have known better. Bugsy should have known Spencer deserved so much better. She’d tried to dodge the fact of it in all the years they’d known one another, but it was like the reality had hit her square in the face, and the wind whipping against her bare shins was a wake up call. If things hadn’t been fucked up between them before, then they most certainly were now, all because she’d been so stupid to think she could drown her affections and squeeze out her love for Spencer into another person.  

An arm wrapped around her shoulder and a jacket was shrugged over her, and she looked up at Renly with a quivering bottom lip. She felt like she’d been punched in the gut seeing Spencer so distraught, lost for words, lost in general. And despite her better judgement, for the sake of the fact she’d never felt so alone, she let herself lean into Renly’s warm stomach, his muscles rippling beneath her hands as she shoved her head into his pectoral, burying her face away in embarrassment, possibly to even forced the tears back into her sockets against their will. 

“Is it complicated?” Renly asked, because he’d always been the gentle sort of giant, surprisingly kind for a guy who looked like he pounded roids non stop. Bugsy could have told him it’s because he was raised with a single mother and four sisters, but she wouldn’t bother. Sometimes people were just the way they were, no profiling needed. He patted her back soothingly as if he’d heard what she was thinking. 

She nodded, because nothing summed up Spencer better than complicated. 

“Yeah, it’s complicated,” She murmured, allowing him to kiss the crown of her head, because she was tired of licking her wounds alone, tired of being the one to beg for affection from people too good for her. 

Spencer blinked back the tears the entire way home, cursing himself for the way his stupid, envious brain produced every image possible of the goliath man in her doorway who could squash his head like a coconut, wondering what they were doing now that they weren’t interrupted. They were probably naked by now, probably-

Bugsy let Renly make her a green tea, and in turn he let her sulk and mope and didn’t take it too personally when she made it clear that sharing a bed was as far as they were going tonight. There would be no more nudity than they already were, no more lustful kisses fuelled by cheap red wine and misguided intentions, no more pretending she was someone else entirely. There would nothing.

Because perhaps Spencer didn’t know her as well as he used to, and perhaps that was entirely the problem.

[gooseintime]

errrm I can’t get into the habit of posting bits and short drabbles about ocs unless I actually start. and try. hitting my head with a brick. let me just do a list first

Camilla. Based on the fact Cooking Cat seems to have a canon tv show, Cam is one of the mafia housewives and CC’s camera guy. Has long blond hair.

Her ex husband works the bar at the top of mafia island. Out of all the mafia, he was level headed enough to know it was only right to get a proper divorce before he left. Him and Cam were equally rational as they were strong. Cam used to work in moving crates for storage which really built her muscles over the years. Cam can’t cook for squat, but her and CC both enjoy the same taste in seafood.

Bugsy. A robot with a triangular flat screen for a face and antennas poking out at the top. She’s a giant mech for bugs. So regular person sized. An agent that works for Tim.

The bug in charge of speech/negotiation is a mosquito named Silver. She majored in speech communication concentration. At bug school. A ladybug named Tilly is in charge of research and providing Silver intel. The bug controlling movement is a butterfly, Accro. She however frequently goes off plan and disobeys orders, so the beetle mechanic Edna has the ability to override Accro’s control and take over for the team when needed.

Mika. The microphone guy and other mafia housewife that works for Cooking Cat. Has short red hair, and cat eye glasses.

Mika doesn’t know what her husband is up to, and does not feel curious about it. There was a popular band that played in the mafia's original home, and Mika was their sound editor when they sold CDs. Mika felt that she rushed into her relationship and marriage. She could never talk to him about her interests in music, after she found out he feigned interest in order to try and impress her, it just fell apart. CC really likes the jingles Mika comes up with for the show, and it makes Mika proud to be making her sound something broadcasted so widely.

[sinfulforrest]

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avalance drabble #215 faithful

“Was that Sara?” Ava slurs as Mick tries to hold her upright. “Where’d she go?”

“Off with Bugsy.” Mick pauses for a moment. He knows he shouldn’t, but he had just enough to drink to be in the mood for a little shit-stirring. “I’m sure there’s nothing to worry about, though,” he adds slyly.

Ava’s face scrunches up in confusion. “Why would I worry? Sara’s good at flirting.” She waggles her eyebrows. “She’ll wrap him around her little finger.”

“And you’re not jealous?”

Ava guffaws loudly. “Of course not!” Her lips turn up into a dopey smile. “She’s my Sara.”

[heresathreebee]

Tamagotchi

My Masterlist Other April 2022 Drabbles

Tag(s): 16+ | 2.5k words | strong language, reader is a mercenary for hire, mild depictions of violence, kind of meet-cutie. 

AN: yeah you see that word count? This one got away from me a bit... but i still love it

Back in 2011, the last few days of your employment with an assassin's hiring firm were the worst in your entire career and it was all because of him. 

You were playing the lead role of security detail for an infamous criminal that night aboard the man's floating casino. A passenger cruiser had been gutted and outfitted with a multiple floor casino, theatre hall, and gentleman's only club. Like his namesake, Bugsy didn't like being called Bugsy to his face, but he also did everything he could to encourage the comparison people made between him and the 1950's gangster who funded the creation of Los Vegas. 

You were checking in with your guards as Bugsy decided to go to the theatre for some entertainment and you were not getting responses from certain routes. Just then, several guests in blacked out dinner attire (unusual amongst the flamboyant attire of the ritzy) stood up and made their way in different directions except for one who began to tail Bugsy. 

Now this 'gentleman with ill intent' had clearly not clocked you as security. You were after all in a floor length dress and heels walking quite a ways behind the four goon sized suits walking Bugsy across the open casino floor. You let him get as far as the empty red carpet side hall before you caught him by his shirt collar and held your sharp hairpin to his jugular. 

The man grunted but upon feeling cool steel at his throat, he did not move to throw you off. "I think you and I are gonna take a walk, ok sweetheart?" 

You give Philip a nod– only one of Bugsy's guards actually looked behind them, unbelievable, if it weren't for you he would surely be dead a long time ago– and he kept the asset moving to his destination. 

You had half a mind to throw this big blond good-looking (wow what? Not now) intruder off the side of the ship, but Bugsy would have questions. 

"Thought you'd be the talkative type." The man's voice was dark and gravelly with a southern American accent. Typical. You had heard that voice before after a previously botched mission. You knew who he worked for and they might have your number seeing as he is exactly your type. The perfect distraction…

"Not when I'm working, dear," you shoot back. "I don't think ARGUS pays you to be very chatty, either." 

The man whistles long and low. "Beauty and brains. I see you!" 

You were getting ready to tell him to shut up when he turned around, and quick as a whip, slapped your offending weapon clean out of your hand. He reached for you and you dodged, throwing a quick jab to his ribcage before stepping back to give yourself some distance. Immediately he kneeled, and you realized with a pounding heart that he had a gun strapped to his ankle. 

You attempted to kick him in the face and he reared back, somehow you end up with your leg hooked on his shoulder and go for it. You were both reaching for the gun as your thighs lock around his neck, and the man is forced to stand to his full height, meaning neither of you got a hold on it. 

"Fuck," he hissed and your adrenaline addled brain supplied the thought that you would love to see his head between your thighs in a completely different setting. 

His hands locked over your knees and he pulled to try and pry them apart, only you had the upper hand. Those vaguely muscled boy arms of his were going to need to gain some major mass to fight the likes of you! It was still a vulnerable position for you– dangling precariously upside down around his neck. Could fall and break yours… so when you sat up and poked him in his eye as a distraction, you barely noticed the small scratch on your thigh before you were flipping backwards to gain momentum for a flashy, finishing move. 

Surely you took him by surprise when suddenly he was falling– no flying– towards the ground. You slipped easily between his legs and landed on your feet as he stumbled. Meanwhile, he landed with a sickening thud, face first on the ground and grew instantly still. 

The muffled sound of gunshots echoing cut your victory short. He was your diversion and your target was without your protection. You cursed as you ran towards the sound hoping you were not too late to pick up the pieces. 

It was only as the fighting stopped that you realized it was gone… 

Somewhere along the lines, things just continued to get worse for you. Scratch that, it is exactly after meeting Rick Flag (not yet a Colonel) and losing your tamagotchi that shit hit the fan. See, the shit in this metaphor was your life. 

Excommunication from the guild meant being hunted for sport by your former tentative allies (they grew bored of it after the second year). It meant only the worst of the worst would hire you for jobs and you have a strict 'no killing kids' policy. You have no real skills that are transferable to working 'real' jobs (you can type but all the good paying secretary jobs either know you were an assassin once or want to have weird sex with you). And ultimately this is what landed you in the belly of Gotham, picking up scraps of jobs to afford your leaky apartment that was a walking talking healthcode violation. 

"Hey Al." The desk clerk was dead asleep as you passed by and did not disturb when you greeted him. "Going out for detergent, want anything?... no? Good talk, buddy." 

You take the subway car there and pick up a few more items than you meant to along the way. Lucky for you, you brought a reusable bag that can take a lot of weight and board the train car that would take you back to your neighborhood (or as close as you can get to one of Gotham's many ghettos). While you stand, holding on to the bar above you as somebody’s baby screams their little lung out, someone huge and heavy bumps into you. You nearly take a dive into the laps of the two riders beside you, so feeling more than a little annoyed you turned on the guy who had been forced to take a knee from his fall. 

“Watch it, asshole!,” you yelled at him. 

And lo, did some powerful force or deity offer you meat for your ravenous dog. Because when the man in black tactical pants and tight yellow shirt looked up, he was entirely too familiar. Aquiline nose, strong jawline, dusty medium colored hair darkened with sweat, and two hazel brown eyes widened with a mirrored recognition (damn, did he get bigger? Those muscles in his arms are looking juicy). And there, swinging from his hip next to his gun was your motherfucking tamagotchi. 

“You! Give me that back!” 

You let go of the bar to reach for the blue green egg just as the train car 'slowed' to a stop. You were abruptly thrown, both of you falling to the grimy floor. Your landing was both soft and hard (in all the right ways… wait no you hate this guy! Stop that!) as you fall on top of him. Rick recovers from the shock faster than you do, and he peels you off of him by the hair at the nape of your neck before sprinting away onto the landing. 

Your shoes squeak loudly as you scramble after him, and as he charges through the angry masses in the station, you are right on his tail, keeping up in the empty pocket of people he creates for a moment with his body. Rick is quickly stopped however, by the locked iron gates of the nearest hallway. You slam into his back and try to take the tamagotchi again. 

You growl in rage when his calloused hand wraps tightly around your wrist and pulls you away again. He shouts, “seriously?! Right fucking now?,” but you can barely hear him over the blood rushing in your ears. You can’t wrench your arm free of his hold so you twist it and climb his back, your dirty shoes leaving wet black marks wherever they land. “Fucking–” 

You’re sitting on his shoulders and manage to punch him in the face before he catches your other hand in a death grip. Your fighting skills are beyond rusty– all crazy, no class, not like they used to be. Rick manages to open an eye and catch the goons who were chasing him earlier as they were exiting the train and looking for him. 

He flips you unceremoniously into his arms and promptly drops you to the ground (he tries to be gentle but he’s very much in a hurry and you will feel bruises in the morning). The ground by the gate is sticky and gross, a burst pipe producing a watery an environment for algae to bloom and creating a mass of natural, foul smelling slime beneath you. 

“Stop following me!,” Rick shouts as he barrels through more people to get to the stairs that lead to the street level. 

You try to chase after him but can’t catch a foothold to stand, slipping and sliding and failing for several minutes before you must admit defeat and crawl to the drier part of the concrete floor. By the time you find your footing and reach street level, Rick and the goons are long gone and you are left to stand there like an imbecile soaked head to toe in slime. 

You can’t even wipe away the frustrated tears that threaten to fall because you got that shit under your nails and using your sleeves would surely give you sepsis. Al only looks up to see you pass by because of odor emanating from your person. You even lost your bag and all the items you bought, doubtless that that included your phone and wallet too. 

You scrubbed yourself vigorously in the shower and checked your pockets to find you did have your wallet but your phone was smashed to pieces. You had enough quarters to afford the hot water for your third shower where you tried to mask the lingering scent of subway sewer with fragrant soaps. Your clothes were hopeless but you wanted to see if you could salvage anything– the underwear, the socks up until the ankles maybe, the bra was expensive as fuck…

So you trudged down to the first floor where Al was no longer at his post and into the laundromat in the back which consisted of two busted washers and dryers for a building with the capacity for 250 residents. And some awful rotten luck you have the universe continues to throw shit in your path, because who else but the Tamagotchi Stealing Thief is waiting for you by the apartment's alley door. 

You cock your hip and dump the rancid load of laundry in the empty washer. "You got some nerve showing your face around here." 

Rick leaned against the door frame, seemingly unperturbed. "Whatever you do, please, don't hit me again." 

You dump the last of the cheap powder soap into the washer and start it. "The fuck do you want?" 

Taking cue, Rick pushes off of the door frame and stalks slowly towards you like you're a wild animal ready to spring (hey maybe you are). It comes as a surprise to you when he holds out your lost treasure, dangling from a lanyard and mostly scratch free. The look you give him is one of shock and distrust which forces him to sigh. 

"Take it," he says, and dangles it a little more in front of you, "it's yours, ain't it?" 

You reach out a tentative hand and experience a flurry of emotions. Why did he keep it? Why was he giving it back? Was your buddy ok? 

Doubt clouded your mood like a brewing storm and at last, you let him place the plastic egg shaped toy into your palm. "Should've left it on the ship. What the hell kind of idiot keeps a toy for 10 years?" 

Rick simply chuckled and pointed not one but two thumbs at himself. "Same idiot who took care of it and replaced the battery when it was dying. I didn't do it all by myself– you have my brother's kid to thank for keeping it alive during missions." 

You stared at him, unseeing. "... there's literally no way." 

Rick shrugged. "Believe what you want, but that? That's your boy. Thought he was gonna die on me, you know, some of these things only live for 12 days at a time, but yours is… a fighter." 

You are struck dumb in the face of his words. "... how do you know it's a boy?" 

You're not listening to his answer because that's not really what's bothering you. You were going to pass him over to a criminal empire to be fish food when you first met, then you were going to murder him a few hours ago for ruining your life! And he had just… taken care of it in the hopes of seeing you again? Had he been looking for you or was it dumb luck? And, and, and… 

"But why," you sighed in utter defeat and confusion. "And if you were going to give it back anyways, why did you run away from me?"

Those very striking hazel eyes searched you up and down, making you feel exposed in your short shorts and fluffy socks. "The truth?" 

You nodded. 

Rick stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked away sheepishly. "Well first of all you were trying to kill me today, so let's just put that on the table. But basically… I've been trynna find you for a few years now. Heard you were in Gotham and checked it out. I didn't mean to run into you today– I wanted to give it back, not have you take it." 

"But why? What is so goddamn important about you giving it to me willingly?" 

A grown ass man should not be as cute as he is with the watery, puppy dog look he was giving you. "Truth is I was just trying to do the right thing and I think I accidentally fell in love with you…" 

You wanted to scoff– you did scoff! But all the same his words feel like a warm hug and despite everything, your heart (and your body) want to give him a chance. 

"Nice line, that ever work for you before?," you tease as you match his mean lean on the washing machine. 

He smiled in return, knowing you weren't rejecting him outright. "Sometimes." 

Anyway that's how you met your husband, and traded in your tamagotchi baby for a real family, and nearly every night when you go to sleep, you feel the tickle of Rick's ring bearing finger caress the tiny little scratch on your upper thigh and you know now it means he's thinking about how much he loves you. 

[hausofmamadas]

FANFIC

✸ TELL ME SWEET LITTLE LIES | Kathy Cross x Danny Lyon (The Bikeriders) -> Part 1, Part 2

✸ FOR THOSE THAT SEEK THE JUNGLE'S FORGIVENESS | Mika Camarena & Connie Murphy + Mika x Javier Peña (Narcos/Nmx crossover) -> Part 1, Part 2

✸ ONE LAST SECRET OF DESOLATION | Hannibal Lecter x Will Graham (Fic in a Box 2023)

✸ SO MUCH FOR MY NINE LIVES | David Barrón & Benjamín Arellano Félix (Narcoctober - Horror)

✸ HARD TO HATE UP CLOSE | Andrea Núñez & OC! Julián “Bugsy” Barrón Corona (Narcoctober - Monsters)

✸ THE OCCUPATIONAL HAZARDS OF LIVING | David Barrón & Rustin “Crash” Cohle & OC! Ziggy Morenas & OC! Chato Quintana Colmenaro - Nmx/True Detective Crossover (Narcoctober - Cross Pollination)

✸ TO LIVE AND LEAVE FAST | Andrea Nuñez x Horacio Carrillo (Narcoctober - Surprises)

✸ IN DEFENSE OF WONDERBREAD WHITE | Eureka! Character Moments - Analysis of garbinge’s Foldin’ Clothes (Narcoctober - Support)

✸ TU CÓMPLICE | Ismael "El Mayo" Zambada x Benjamín Arellano Félix (Narcoctober - Firsts)

✸ WHAT’S WAITING DOWN ZUNI ROAD | Gabrielle Castillo x Ignacio “Nacho” Varga (Mayans/BCS Crossover - Rarepairs 2023)

✸ OUR MAN IN MEXICO | Andrea Nuñez x Horacio Carrillo (NFF Smut Alphabet - ✷ ✷ 18+ NSFW ✷✷)

✸ ONLY GOOD FOR A GOOD TIME | Isabella Bautista x Enedina Arellano Félix - ✷DRIVEL DRABBLE✷

✸ THIS IS WHY THE EARTH EATS THE DEAD | Rafa Caro Quintero x María Elvira

✸ EVERY ALLEY IN MEXICO HAS ITS OWN GHOST | David Barrón x Ramón Arellano Félix

Dinarrón:

✸ CHASING GHOSTS AND CHOICES | David Barrón x Enedina Arellano Félix (Narcoctober - Life)

✸ THE DISTANCE BETWEEN US | David Barrón x Enedina Arellano Félix (NFF Smut Alphabet - ✷✷ 18+ NSFW ✷✷)

✸ ALWAYS SHORT TO THE GATE | David Barrón x Enedina Arellano Félix (Candyhearts Exchange 2023)

✸ OJITOS ANOCHECIDOS | David Barrón x Enedina Arellano Félix (aka Dinarron, ft. AU Barron)

[im-in-love-with-pizza-bites]

Movie Night

Tom Holland X Sister!Reader

Summary: after Cherry ended Tom got you for your own movie night

Warnings:

Reader's age: 11

A/n: part two to Too Young, find it Here. Also I just made this a drabble cause I was having a hard time coming up with ideas.

Request: @iloveyouyoutodeath you didn't respond when I asked if you wanted to be tagged in it so I tagged you anyway.

Tagging: @peachescream06

Tom came up the stairs with your favorite snacks. He went to his room first leaving the snacks before going to your room. He knocked on the door and got a come in as a response. He walked in and saw you sitting on your floor playing with toys.

"Ready for our movie night?" He asked you smiling.

"Yeah!" You stood quickly, grabbing your favorite blanket that was laid on top of your bed before you followed him to his room.

"Princess what movie would you like to watch?" He asked you with a smile. You jumped onto his bed before thinking for a minute.

"Bedtime stories!!" You decided, opening the nearest bag of snacks.

"Okay let me get it on I guess." Tom said as he began getting it up on his laptop. He was able to find the Adam Sandler movie quickly.

"Yay!" You smiled happily as you got yourself comfortable on his bed.

The movie began and Tom got into the bed next to you stealing the bag of snacks from your hand before he began eating it.

"Hey!" You exclaimed stealing it back glaring at him. He chuckled and reached around you to grab his own snack.

The movie began and you happily tuned into it. You didn't notice when Tom reached his hand in your snack. Not that you actually cared. This is one of your favorite movies. You once jokingly told Tom that he has to try to get into an Adam Sandler movie. He just rolled his eyes at that.

"Do you think mom would let me get a guinea pig?" You asked randomly.

"Probably not... Why?"

"Because! Then I can have my own bugsy!" You said happily. Tom laughed.

"You'd have to ask them. But if they say yes I'll help pick on out." He whispered smiling.

"Yes!"

"Nerd." He laughed stealing your bottle of soda and taking a sip.

"Hey that's mine loser!"

"And?"

"You have germs." You stole it back glaring at your older brother.

"Shut up and watch the movie."

[dopesotherstuff]

My favorite rp types

My fandoms tend to go through cycles. I’ll get super attached to certain characters, learn to play them, write drabbles for them, and then suddenly either gain a new fandom or revive an old one (like VTMB). But the thing is, the old ones never really go away, so I end up with this multiverse-spanning cast that goes back into my teens. Two decades of wonderful nonsense.

Naturally, crossovers, from cracky to well-discussed and serious, are one of my favorite rps, simply because they offer so many possibilities.  Take a character from, say, World of Darkness and stick them in the Fallout universe. If they’re a vampire, what will rads do to them? Will they be particularly vulnerable to lasers and plasma casters? How will feral ghouls and other creatures react to them? It’s all story fodder.

Alternatively, take, say, Benny Gecko and stick him in VTMB’s LA. How much trouble would he get himself into in one night? Would Isaac mistake him for a ghouled Bugsy Siegel? Would he and Mercurio get along or end up in the mother of all wiseguy fistfights? Would Malkavians instantly understand everything he says? Who might ghoul or (yikes) Embrace him? 

So yeah, I love doing stuff like that as well as doing single-universe play.  Even just talking about it can be fun.

[thatpennybenjamin]

@vegaflow @vegaprose: forgive me, I borrowed Harvey and Joe for a drabble. 

“Looks like Harvey and Joe are going fishing, Colly.”

A shudder wracked the small frame of the dark haired girl with large green eyes. Eileen had gotten a note from Helene, Colly’s ‘bestest friend in the entire universe’ and it had made her heart stop.

Dear Aunt Eil,

I’m worried about Colly. She doesn’t want to skip rope or go look for fairies in the woods. We don’t use the code Uncle Jimmy taught us anymore, well, I do but Colly doesn’t answer back. She sits inside at recess and she gave her turn with Sprinkles the hamster this week. Dad and Joey are going fishing tomorrow and I don’t want to go, its not fun anymore without Uncle Jim. Can Colly go instead?

Love,

Helene

All it took was one meet up after the kids were all in bed. James Murphy had left a huge hole in so many lives with his sudden passing that Harvey and Eileen were left to try and pick up the pieces and cobble something together. The four of them had been a village, then it was just the three musketeers , now it looked like it was just a pair of two broken hearted people trying to make sense of the world for their children, who were hurting just as much if not more than they could have ever imagined. Joseph, who Jimmy had taken an immediate shine to since his birth had gone quiet. Eileen had expected it, he was a boy who had a huge heart even if he wasn’t one to show it. Helene had kept her sweetness through it all acting as the glue. Colleen on the other hand had completely retreated into herself. Her light had left her, as Eileen’s mother had said. The next morning bright and early Colleen was roused from her slumber and scooted out of her room for breakfast and a change of clothes.

She had to play it just right. Drawing in a breath she steadied herself. Why had Mama made her do this? Carefully hedging her way through the front gate of the Starling house Colleen’s heart leapt for a minute. She had her Dad’s old fishing pole, a Tupperware container of marshmallow treats and crease in her brow. For a second it looked like she was going to bolt.  Harvey smiled softly.

“We can’t leave her behind.”

“Why can’t we just take Bugsy or Sully? As long as she doesn’t go. Dad, please. Don’t take the girl.”

The words had stung like she’d been slapped. A deep red color filled her pale face. Col bit her lip to keep the tears at bay. Throwing the pole down and dropping her mother’s Tupperware she bolted for the one place she’d felt safe. Up into the old lighthouse overlooking the oldest part of the port. A literal straight line from the direction of the Starling and Murphy homes on Shepherd’s Point.

“Joseph Cole Starling….”

Before Harvey could even finish he noticed that his son was nowhere in sight except for his dark head halfway down the block towards where Colly had run. A small smile graced his face as he shook his head. “What’s going on, Harv?”

Eileen had popped out of the kitchen for a moment to see what all the fuss what about.

“Joe’s got an apology for your Colly. He’s been in a mood since I told him about our plan. Evidently when we used to go with Jimmy he felt it was like a boys club. Something that was just for us.”

Eileen nodded knowingly, for she did the same with Helene and Colly down at the salon. They were the only little girls on the block and while they both excelled at touch football and weren’t scared of many things she felt that they needed to be allowed to be girly. Even if they both could bait a hook better than a man.

“Something tells me though that they’ll be back. Want some coffee while we wait?”

Joseph on the other hand was keeping his eye on the long dark braid that felt like it was miles ahead of him.  

‘Never should have said that. Why’d I go and say that to her?’ Shaking his head as ran harder after his friend. He could still see the look on her face.

“Col! Wait!”

She had already cleared the fence and was probably half way up the steps to the top of the lighthouse.  He was just about ready to yell up to her again when he heard sniffling from the cliff edge.

“Col…”

At the sound of her name she whimpered. Her face was bright red and he could tell she was nearly hyperventilating. He sat down next to her and she moved away.

“Colly ‘m sorry I said that….”

A hiccup and a shudder in response.

“I heard my dad and your mom talking the last few nights. You haven’t been the same since…you know…”

“It would have hurt less if you’d a hit me, Joe. It feels like…without my dad…I’m all alone.”

Reaching his hand towards hers he held it gently. He thought back to all the times Colleen was leading the pack of the neighborhood kids to run down to the docks to greet their fathers. If Jimmy had been home Colleen was hanging onto every word he’d said about his trip out. Joe had watched as Uncle Jimmy had taught Col how to repair nets and weld pieces together for anchors. Then it all stopped on a dime.

“I don’t know where I belong…”

Joe had always felt something deep down for Colleen. She’d always been pretty in his mind, like a doll his Nan would have in a fancy glass cabinet. He didn’t ever want her to be this sad ever again.

“You belong here…with me.” A realization of what he was saying hit him and he felt a warm rich of heat spread across his cheeks.

“A-and Helene.”

There was a moment in time that froze. Col wiped her eyes and thought for a second. It took her a moment but for the first time in what felt like forever Colleen Murphy smiled and to Joseph Starling it was one of the most beautiful things he’d ever seen.

Without another word Col leaned in and kissed his cheek before taking off one more time.

“Last one to your Dad’s car has to bait the hooks for the rest of the summer!”

[beyond-the-rabbit-hole]

We know evbit and his habit are at least neutral or maybe even like eachother, but are there any other habits that like or don't mind their hosts?

A Habit Ambivalence Guide - Almost Entirely Unhealthy

Features: (All Habits - 03/25/2024) Warnings: None

Loathesome and Evan - Tense, about equal Evan/Habit time in control

Ersatz and Evan - Currently separated, but Ersatz used to be completely in control

Centralia and Evan - Antagonistic, Centralia is mostly in control

Stephbit and Steph - Neutral, Stephbit is mostly in control

Fairmount and Evan - Antagonistic, Fairmount is mostly in control

Northstar and Evan - Neutral, about equal North/Evan time in control

McHabit and McEvan - Neutral, Evan is mostly in control

Evbit and Evan - Positive, about equal Evan/Evbit time in control

Deepbit and Evan - Antagonistic, Deepbit is completely in control

Jeffbit and Jeff - Antagonistic, Jeffbit is mostly in control

Boardbit and James - Antagonistic, James is mostly in control

Showbit and Jack - Antagonistic, Showbit is mostly in control

Evan Corenthal - Mostly antagonistic to other Habits

Evan Gallows and Habit - Antagonistic, Evan is completely in control

Stygian and Evan - Antagonistic, Stygian is completely in control

Voyeurbit and Vinnie - Neutral, about equal Vinnie/Habit time in control

Octantis and Ivan - Antagonistic, Octantis is completely in control

Alternaria and Evan - Antagonistic, Alternaria is mostly in control

Marburg and Jessie - Neutral, Marburg is mostly in control

The Doctor and Captain - Antagonistic, Captain is mostly in control

Jessie Corenthal - Mostly neutral to other Habits

Aster and Evan - Antagonistic, Aster is mostly in control

Signalman and Evan - Neutral, Signalman is completely in control

Shellshock and Eddie - Antagonistic, Shellshock is mostly in control

Starlet and Lexi - Antagonistic, Starlet is in complete control

Bittybit and Evan - Neutral, about equal Evan/Bittybit time in control

Fembit and Evelyn - Antagonistic, depends on Evelyn’s mental state. When she’s managing her depression well and has a good support system, she’s mostly in control. However, the worse her mental health declines, the more power Fembit has over her. It’s flexible though, especially with Fembit’s contracts.

Grimmwolf and his many hosts - Antagonistic, Grimmwolf is in complete control

[januaryembrs]

⋆.˚ EM’S FOUR THOUSAND FOLLOWER CELEBRATION ⊹₊ ⋆

well I’m actually gobsmacked to hit this many of you for a start, but to celebrant let’s do a big old writathon since I’ve been so mean and abandoned you all for my hiatus!

Order up! send one of the corresponding phrases below + a character for your request! (character list )

coffee! : an excerpt from a WIP of any of the characters I write for

tea! : a Drabble about an existing fic I have produced; eg Bugsy and Spencer going to the beach, Dove and Steven going book shopping etc.

hot chocolate! : a drabble about any of the characters I have on my list

espresso! : ask me anything about me as an author, I will answer within reason! let’s have a catch up

there are some other requests in my inbox that I've not forgotten about, but other than that feel free to start sending your orders, I will start writing them some time next week as I’m still on hiatus. Thankyou so much to everyone who has ever interacted with my work <3!

update: smut is allowed however please be aware I have not written it in depth before so it may not be the brilliantly written sauce fests that some writers are able to publish on here 😭 I am rather shy with writing spice but not opposed to it!

requesting closes 20.12.24

[captainnextweek-archive]

Fading to Dust

| Send me ‘Fading to Dust’ for my muses reaction to watching yours die right in front of them. | @ologistisms |

Malcolm sighed and leaned back in the chair he had found in the botany lab. Briar was happily tending to her plants while Malcolm sat there with Bugsy, just needing a moment away from the real world. He could hear her humming as she tended to the plants, but his eyes were closed and he was enjoying the sensation of petting the dog next to him. Then he heard the doors open and was expecting Scotty, but then he heard Bugsy growl, something he wasn’t used to. 

The little dog jumped out of his lap and trotted to the doors, where he started barking. Briar watched as Malcolm opened his eyes and raised an eyebrow. She called the dog back when he stopped growling but the dog never came back. She furrowed her eyebrows and Malcolm got up from his spot, deciding he would go check on Bugsy. 

He walked through the plants toward the door, then he stopped, seeing a trail of red. He pulled out his phaser and lifted it, turning the corner and seeing the poor little yellow dog bled out on the floor. Something wasn’t right, no one on the ship would harm the dog, at least he hoped. Malcolm ran back to Briar, shoving the plants aside as he did, unsure how a security threat could get past him and his team. There was no Red Alert signals, no one comming them to let them know that someone had invaded the ship. 

He froze when he saw a crewman, one of his own people at that, holding Briar in a headlock, a knife to her neck and a weapon of some sort pointed at Malcolm. He didn’t know what to do, the shot was too close to get Briar free without harming her. “Let her go, bastard.” He snapped at the crewman, seeing the fear in the botanist’s eyes. “You don’t want her. Take me instead.”

The red-shirt just smiled at Malcolm, a dark and sinister smile, one Malcolm had become all too familiar with during his time in Section 31. The move was quick and clean, just like Malcolm used to do when he was in Section 31, maybe this crewman was part of it too. The crewman dropped Briar but before he could run Malcolm shot him, the phaser set on kill. The crewman fell to the ground with a thud as Malcolm ran to Briar and pressed his hand to her neck, trying to stop the bleeding. 

“Emergency medical situation! I need help! It’s Dr. Scott!” He snapped into his communicator, pressing Briar’s neck harder, hoping the bleeding would stop. “Come on, Briar. You’ve got Scotty and Peggy waiting for you.” He pleaded with her, watching the life drain from her eyes. He felt tears well in eyes, trying his best not to cry. He kept pressing his hands to her neck and shaking as she took her last breath, shoulders slumping as he let out a sob. 

A strong hand gripped his shoulder and gently pulled him away, pulling him into a tight embrace. Malcolm couldn’t focus on the person holding him, just the shaking and the blood on his hands, not to mention Scotty’s broken sobs over his wife and the mother of his child. It was his fault a child was now motherless, a husband was now a widower, and many people had lost a friend. 

Oh, how he’d failed yet again.

[beyond-the-rabbit-hole]

Alright Bugsy, you know what to do (:<

Fairmount gets Spitroasted - 18+

Features: Fairmount, Northstar, Octantis Warnings: Fairmount gets blueballed

He feels so smart. Oh so smart.

Getting the two Habits who hate each other most, who try to kill each other on sight, who would rather split the Earth in half than share the same air, in the same room and sandwiching him? It’s his proudest achievement. He’s just the luckiest idiot in the world right now, all it took was a little goading and comparing the Habits to each other, and now he’s got the two ready to bone him just to prove that clearly, they’re the superior Habit!

Sitting in his mattress nest, he’s watching the pair squabble. Bringing them to his iteration was the only way to make sure neither had the upper hand and it showed.

“Hey, soooo… Are you two just gonna argue or…?” He tilted his head, ponytail falling to the side. “I’m getting really bored sitting here, might have to pick a different Habit as the winner y’know.”

Octantis glanced over, squinting a bit at the little rodent voice reaching his half-frozen mind. Was he talking to him? No, surely he wasn’t that stupid to talk to him like this. Surely he was mishearing him. “No. You will not be doing that.”

“Absolutely not,” Northstar spoke at the same time as Octantis, earning a glare. This was the only thing they could agree on. “I just think you should consider that Octantis can’t get it up. That makes me superior.”

Octantis would have blinked, he would have given Northstar an ‘Are you for real right now’, but since his eyelids are stuck open, he settles on just giving him a death stare. “You are… Sorely mistaken. I do not blame you for that, having your brain fried must be making you stupid.”

He returned that death stare and folded his arms over his chest, unamused and unreactive. After a brief pause, he sighed through his nose and spit out, “Maybe you haven’t thawed out enough to remember this, but your brain isn’t in your arm. You should consider doing warmups before you try to insult someone because you’re just embarrassing yourself.”

He would have lunged at Northstar, would have ripped his stupid face off, but he is a guest in this iteration, and there is another Habit present. Have to stay composed for the metaphorical camera. “You are a sad excuse for a Habit, prancing around playing house. You expect me to think you’re superior when you can’t even eat a child? I doubt you can even ‘eat’ your wife.” He scoffed.

Northstar bared his teeth at him in a sickened smile with a dark look to his eyes, “at least I have a wife. How’s it feel to sit alone in the cold all day freezing to death accomplishing nothing? You call yourself a Habit but I see no difference between you and a statue.”

“Hey, uhm, can we get to the fucking part instead of the fucking each other up part? You two aren’t being very good guests and if that keeps up, then I’m gonna stop being such a nice host.” Fairmount huffed, hopping up and standing between them in an effort to prevent the impending fight. Looking up at Northstar, he gave him the biggest puppy eyes he could manage. “C’mon, you were so, so nice to me before, was that all bullshit? Am I just gonna have to thaw out Octantis?”

Northstar pinched the bridge of his nose. “Fine. I’ll be the bigger person and play nice.”

“Bigger person? Ha!” Octantis barked out a rattling laugh, poking Northstar’s side. “Finally, we agree on something. You could stand to lose some-” “Say it and I break you.” “Break me? Oh you’ve gotten much funnier in our time apart.”

Fairmount let out a frustrated whine, shaking his head. “Come on! Look- I’m bored, I’m getting blue-balled, if you two don’t calm the fuck down, I’m gonna lose my mind here!”

“...” “Very well.”

He blinked as the pair finally seemed to be focused on him, breaking into a big, dumb smile. “Wait, for real? We finally gonna do it?”

He let out a victorious little squeal when he was pulled onto Northstar’s lap, Octantis cupping his chin with a painfully cold grip. Finally. It’s finally happening. He’s finally gonna get spitroasted by the two biggest Habits he knows. Finally!

Closing his eyes, he let himself be positioned on his hands and knees, practically vibrating with excitement…

And then he woke up.

Yeah, figures it was a dream, those two couldn’t even stand to be in the same room as each other. Groaning in frustration, he buried his face back into his pillow. “Fuckin’ bullshit…”

[beyond-the-rabbit-hole]

Mortal Klownbat

Features: Evan Corenthal, McHabit Warnings: Mild violence, mild gore, McHabit's clown physics

“Oh you’re a real fuckin’ creep, aren’t you.”

Evan snickered to himself, adjusting his glasses as a brightly dressed Habit attempted to coax him into the playplace. Making a point now of standing just outside of the glass door leading into his territory, Evan tilted his head with a particularly smug grin. He even tapped on the glass as if the Habit was a fish in a tank.

“Come on! Come on, I have something very fun to show you, very fun!”

“Yeah, there ain’t a snowflake's chance in hell I’m coming in there. Enjoy your moldly puke foam.”

Evan turned to leave, figuring this Habit wouldn’t be much of a threat when he apparently couldn’t even leave the playplace.

Well, at least he’d thought the guy was bound to the playplace. When the floor under him buckled and sent him stumbling backwards into the playplace, he knew he was in a lot deeper than he’d initially expected. The entire building is his turf, and he’d headed right into it.

“Hm. Well this is… Not good.”

Scrambling for the exit, he grunted when he was slammed to the floor a second time, a hand gripping his ankle and yanking him towards one of the tube slides. “Fucker.”

He managed to spin onto his back, kicking at McHabit. He’s aiming for the head, but the neck works just as well. Hearing the clown choke after a swift kick to the throat got a real smile out of him, making the choice to go on the attack rather than flee. “What’s the matter, chuckles? Don’t wanna play anymor- ??!”

Ah. That is his arm. His arm in McHabit’s entire mouth. This looney-tunes ass motherfucker just swallowed his goddamn arm to avoid a punch. And now he’s getting flung. Again. Shit.

McHabit scuttled after him, slashing at him and trying to force him down a tube slide. Sure, Evan is already trailing his own guts, but he doesn’t want to eat Evan out in the open like this, it’s impolite.

Evan though? Nah. He’s not in the mood to get eaten by a fucking clown. Crawling back with a groan, he spit up a rip in space, retreating through it. He’ll come back better prepared later.

[beyond-the-rabbit-hole]

what is the one thing you could say to each habit that would shock them. (shock as in like. they turn in your direction and go “what the actual fuck.” like when you tell someone you want to throw them out a window)

A Habit WTF Guide - How to get instantly kicked in the neck

Features: Everyone - 2024/04/12 Warnings: Some raunchy jokes

Loathesome - “The Reeses were roofied.”

Forgotten - “So is it a gay thing with your Evan or…”

Centralia - “Your mom never wanted you.”

Stephbit - “Your kids deserved it.”

Fairmount - “Let’s have a baby.”

Northstar - “Octantis fucked your wife.”

Showbit - “You look like you enjoy anal.”

Deepbit - “So you’re wet.”

Stygianbit - “So, how’s your head?”

McHabit - “Fairmount likes you.”

Evbit - “I met Bigfoot, he ate my ass.”

Jeffbit - “You smell like bacon.”

Boardbit - “If you think about it, stabbing someone is penetration. You penetrated men.”

Evan Gallows - “You should look up Blowfly Girl.”

Voyeurbit - “You should shave your head.”

Octantis - “Northstar called you his brother.”

Alternaria - “Spore me daddy.”

Evan Corenthal - “Your dad says he loves you.”