#they don’t even have a shipname

[sunkraken]

I love the idea of lilith x rosie can we pls get more fics in the tag I’m actually sobbing my eyes out why are there only 10 and half of them are just radioapple and one of them is just MY fic 😭😭😭😭

[theoldworldsrunnerup]

So if Sayu x Near and Soichiro x Mello are both existing pairings, does that mean someone starting to ship Matt and Sachiko is all it would take to create the holy trinity of Light’s pain and suffering

[gothyanki]

Oh please elaborate on the Pillars of Eternity one 👀

WIP Thursday meme. Thank you for the ask!! <3

So this one is allll about Ahimi’s long dark night of the soul after taking action against Rauatai and the Vailian Republics in Onekaza’s name (keeping this deliberately vague in case anyone wants to avoid Deadfire spoilers… I know the game came out six years ago, but). She chooses to have her long-awaited emotional crisis on the palace rooftop, which is a bad idea given that they’re both ciphers. They’re in each other’s heads! Ahimi is veering wildly between #NotMyQueen and “oh no she’s hot”! Onekaza sees Ahimi as both an important symbol and a means of reaching the lost island she’s been dreaming about all her life, but does she have feelings for Ahimi-the-person as well?? It’s all very messy. Inevitably, it ends in weird cipher mind palace brain sex.

[pboogerswbb]

SO IT GOES - chapter 5

Paige Bueckers x oc Warnings: language, sexual themes and language, drinking, not my best work lol Wordcount: 6.6K A/C: so have we come up with a shipname for zari and paige yet?? anyways ty all for the support and sooo much love on the last part - especially those who remained patient for a new part! i've got a LOT of stuff going on rn so please be understanding if parts take a little longer to come out! i wanna write badly but i gotta prioritise real life unless y'all wanna start paying me lol anyways, this should be a rewarding chapter to some of y'all!! anyways go read!!

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Before London

“The skirt,” my childhood friend Olivia’s voice filters through the speaker, my phone set up on my bed as I try on different outfits for the evening on facetime. 

I stare into my reflection, the black miniskirt not leaving much to imagination, my legs fully on display. I sigh, unsure whether it would be too much for the night.

“I don’t know Liv, the dress is a little less revealing though,” I complain, turning around and seeing the way the tight skirt hugs my curves.

“Exactly why you should wear the skirt instead.”

I laugh, shaking my head at her face on my phone screen. “I’m not going there to shag someone. It’s going to be mostly the team anyway.”

“Izzie, you are single now. Act like it. Have you even hooked up with anyone since…?”

I scoff. “Do you think I have time for anything like that?”

“Maybe if you schedule it in…” Olivia jokes, making my mouth fall open feeling offended.

“Hey! I’m perfectly happy being single right now. Love is the last thing I should be thinking about.”

“Well, I still think you should wear the skirt,” the girl answers, making me groan.

“Fine, okay gotta go. I’ll text you!” I wave bye, before hanging up, realising my ride must have arrived. One more glance in the mirror and I decide it will do - the black mini skirt and a matching black cowl neck top, the back draped low to reveal the smooth skin of my back along my spine. The outfit was simple yet sexy, the stacked chunky golden jewelry dressing the look up. I’ve pinned my hair up in a bun, curls falling out as if by accident - in reality the hairdo had taken over 45 minutes to accomplish.

“Good enough,” I murmur to myself, putting on my boots and quickly hurrying out the door. Just like we had agreed, Trey is waiting in an Uber, waving me over. He had sent me a message earlier asking if we could ride together. Of course I had said yes out of politeness. Though if I’m honest, I always felt a little uneasy around him.

“Hey!” I smile politely climbing into the backseat with a potted orchid in my hands.

Trey meets my smile with an even wider one, eyeing me up and down as I buckle my seatbelt.

“Housewarming present?” He asks, pointing to the potted flower. I shrug and nod.

“I didn’t really know what to get them,” I admit, crossing my legs and eyeing the purple and white flower.

“Lala’s gonna love that,” Trey nods, his eyes still locked on me and my outfit. “You look…” he goes silent, and from my peripheral vision I see the man shaking his head. “Really good.”

“Oh, thanks,” I mumble, brushing it off lightheartedly as I grab my phone which is frantically buzzing.

Paige  When are u coming? I’m already here and idk anyone Oh nvm Lou and Chris are here So… when u coming???

I feel my stomach doing flips as I read the texts, my mind still swirling with how she’d made me breakfast just earlier this morning. How my couch still smells just like her even hours later. I wasn’t sure what it was, but there was something comforting about her presence. The way she worked to make me laugh, to get me to relax. Like she wanted to take care of me.

Just left so I should be there soon x

Izzie Iz Help We’re drinking wine

Time to be a big girl and learn Paige

But I don’t wanna 🙁 Fine Bc you said so

Good girl

Freaky 😏

Paige

Sorry I pregamed

Of course you did I’ll be there soon x

Giggling at my phone, I place it on my lap, not wanting to be rude towards the man sitting next to me. Trey’s eyes are locked on me, and I can feel myself growing uneasy, especially when I realise I have nothing to talk to him about other than work.

”You excited for tonight?” He asks.

”Yeah, it’s going to be nice to see everyone out of work,” I answer, keeping my composure despite feeling awkward, begging he doesn’t pick up on it. I had become quite good at that (or Trey was more ignorant than I realised).

”Oh yeah, you haven’t really had the chance to do that yet huh?” He asks, his deep voice gravelly.

“Not really no.”

“Well, if you ever get lonely, you can always call me up Zari,” Trey says, reaching over and suddenly placing his hand on mine resting on my lap. I keep still as long as I can before pulling it away, pretending I just needed that specific hand to hold the pot in my lap now.

“Uh, yeah that’s really sweet of you. Thank you,” I chuckle awkwardly. “Paige lives right upstairs actually so I’ve been spending some time with her.”

Trey is taken aback, his brows rising. “Paige?”

“Yeah we’re friends,” I smile. Trey’s dark brown eyes keep watching me, clearly thinking about something till he shrugs and looks away. 

The drive is quiet, full of awkward comments by the man clearly eager to make conversation. Normally I was better than this at the small talk that the Americans seemed to love so much - but not today. I could feel my stomach twisting with nerves and butterflies in anticipation for the evening. I wasn’t entirely sure why. But all I knew I was eager to see Paige - she had a way of grounding me.

We finally get to the building, awkwardly accompanying each other in the elevator much like my first day working for the Wings. I’m the one to ring the doorbell, Trey standing close behind me.

“Hey pretty girl!” Lala opens the door with a warm smile. “Oh hey Trey, come in come in!”

She steps aside, letting both of us in. The hallway is long and the ceilings are high, the space modern but filled with gorgeous furniture bringing warmth into the space. 

“Wow, beautiful,” I gasp looking around.

“Issa work in process,” Lala laughs. I catch a glimpse into the open concept kitchen/living room, filled with people who had arrived on time unlike me and Trey (our Uber had taken a “shortcut”, which ended up taking 15 minutes longer than the normal drive.) I could tell alcohol was already flowing from the loud laughs echoing around the apartment.

“Oh, here you go!” I smile, handing Lala the orchid. “I wasn’t sure what you two wanted so I hope that’s okay.”

Lala gasps, admiring the plant. “No, this is gorg! And so are you, look at that skirt girl.”

I blush a little as she spins me around, admiring my outfit. 

“Is it too short?” I ask but Lala looks at me with raised brows. It’s then I notice her skirt is just as short, if not shorter. “Nevermind!”

The woman laughs, wrapping an arm around my waist and bringing me further into the apartment. My eyes immediately land on Paige next to Arike, both taking up half of the couch as if partaking in the Olympics of manspreading. Their laughs rise above the chatter of the crowd, making them impossible to miss. Even if subconsciously I had been looking for the blonde the second I stepped in.

“Yeah… they’re already drunk, thought you should know,” Lala nods towards the two.

“I heard, Paige was texting me already.”

The woman turns to me grinning a little. “Of course she was.” I’m not exactly sure what it means but don’t get the opportunity to ask before I hear a loud screech interrupting the both of us.

“Izzie!!” Paige gasps, her voice soaring above the noise. She climbs off the couch, rushing to me through the crowd. To my surprise the blonde wraps her arms around me, pulling me into a tight hug. I can’t help the smile that spreads to my face. It comes naturally, when my arms wrap around her neck, pulling her in. Like since our first hug this morning, physical closeness felt easy. She smells like deodorant, sandalwood and a hint of alcohol. Breaking the hug, I eye her fit up and down - the olive cuban collar shirt and shorts in a matching pattern, two silver chains dangling on her neck, hair in a slicked back bun. 

All while I’ve been admiring Paige’s outfit, her gaze has been roaming across my body, taking me in. I notice a hint of red burning on her cheeks when her blue eyes land on my skirt. Suddenly I have the strongest need for a drink. Our stares meet, and for a fleeting moment I think she’s about to say something. But before she can, Arike is pulling me into a friendly hug.

“So glad you came, Zari! Whatchu wanna drink?” 

I feel flustered, barely hearing her. Clearing my throat, I finally answer, feeling the blonde’s eyes boring into me.

“White wine please?”

Lala laughs, shaking her head and grabbing my shoulders. “You’re gonna need something stronger to keep up with us baby.”

I laugh. “Okay, tequila soda then?”

“Attagirl, lime?”

“Yes please,” I nod, watching Lala and Arike head towards the kitchen island covered in bottles of booze and glasses, leaving me alone with Paige. 

For the first time in weeks, there’s a sense of awkwardness between us, neither of us knowing what to say. I wanted to tell her she looks good, that the olive against her skin that had grown more tan in Dallas made her glow in a way I had never seen before. But something in my throat doesn’t allow the words to come out. Thankfully the booze in Paige’s system makes her miss the weird tension completely.

“You look,” she starts, stepping closer to me, arm brushing against mine. She shakes her head, looking me up and down which is enough to make my ears burn. “Never seen you look like this before.”

I tilt my head, meeting her blue eyes challengingly. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

To my enjoyment, this makes her flustered, her cheeks bright pink now.

“You know it is ma,” she grins.

“You and that bloody nickname,” I shake my head, rolling my eyes at the blonde, when Lala and Arike return to us with my drink.

“You guys wanna play beer pong?” Arike asks as I grab the glass from Lala.

“What is this, a frat house?” Paige laughs, making Lala groan.

“Trust, it wasn’t my choice.”

-

After a long debate between me, Izzie, Arike and Lala on who should be teaming up, we decided that the only fair combination was me with Lala, while Arike and Izzie played against us - the girls claiming it wouldn’t be right for the two hoopers to play beer pong against non-athletes. Honestly, I barely had listened to the conversation at all. Because the way Izzie looks tonight has me grasping the drink in my hand so tight my knuckles were beginning to turn white. My mind is travelling to the filthiest places at the thought of what is underneath the hemline of her skirt, her glowy legs making me weak in the knees. Even worse was the low, scooped back of her shirt, her spine’s movement visible as she walked around the room. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, I couldn’t even stop the trembling of my hands. I needed to get more drinks in me quickly.

It seemed like the dark haired girl had the same idea, downing her first tequila soda in a matter of minutes as we set up the game. The tension often visible on her face only to me was slowly beginning to melt away.

“We’re about to win aight?” I tell Lala next to me, which makes Izzie let out a loud scoff.

“You really think I’ll let you win Bueckers?” The dark haired girl asks, challenging me.

“Yo, who’s the athlete here,” I respond, an arrogant grin on my face but she won’t back down, catlike eyes staring me down at the opposite end of the table.

“You’re enormously underestimating my desire to win.”

“Oh yeah?”

Izzie nods. “Yes Paige.”

And she’s right. I don’t know if it’s the alcohol already flowing in my system, or the way Izara looks, her green eyes locked on me everytime I bounce the ball off the table but my aim is off. And somehow she keeps aiming perfectly, a sly grin and her sharp eyes glimmering as she makes me drink one cup of beer after another, after another until Lala is the one to call it off, admitting defeat gracefully.

Arike and Izara hug, celebrating their win, but I can’t even be mad - the way Izzie’s mouth is stretched into a wide smile, the way she was letting go off her disciplined, hard exterior as a result of the alcohol was such a joy to watch I could’ve soaked in it forever.

“I told you! I told you!” Iz laughs, coming over to me and getting up in my face. But all I’m doing is smirking, my hand snaking around her waist and pulling her close without thinking about it much. But she doesn’t pull away either, even when our fronts nearly press together, heat radiating between us. The party has turned loud, drunk people bumping into each other, yelling over the music, but all I see is the dark haired girl in front of me, and the blush on her cheeks.

“You were cheating Iz,” I tell her, heavy eyes gazing down at the girl.

“How?” She asks, stunned.

I shrug. “I dunno.” I did know. It was that damn outfit. It took every ounce of self-discipline I had not to drag her to the bathroom and pull that skirt up. How was I expected to aim while my thoughts were running out of control.

“Here you areeeee!” Satou’s voice interrupts the moment, making me stumble backwards and letting go of the girl in my arms realising how close I’d been to losing control and leaning down to kiss her.

Satou hugs both me and Iz, looking around for the couple of the hour who have suddenly disappeared. “Where the lovebirds at?” She asks, holding a wrapped present in her hands. I chuckle shrugging but Zari lets out a giggle.

“Last I saw them they were getting pretty cosy,” she laughs, leaning into my side whether on purpose or on accident I’m not sure. But it leaves my skin tingling.

“No one’s surprised,” Satou laughs, waving her friend over. “Savannah, this is Paige and… Izara, right?” 

“She prefers Zari,” I correct before Iz can even say a word. From my peripheral vision I see her head snap to me, eyes growing softer as they land on me. I could tell she was happy with me, which made me want to get on my knees and beg for her to let me serve her forever. Okay, no, let me get a grip.

“Whassup,” I nod at Savannah, who smiles at both me and Izzie. Suddenly, the girl beside me stumbles as someone bumps into her, crashing straight into me.

“Woah,” I grab a hold of her, my hand naturally landing on the small of her back. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” she giggles, watching me and her nose scrunching as her face twists into a laugh. The sparkling eyeshadow covering her eyelids makes her shine even more, curled strands falling onto her face out of the updo her long, dark hair is in. She looks so beautiful I feel breathless, even more so up close.

“You want a drink ma? I could use one,” I ask, staring into the green of her eyes, feeling the alcohol too much to realise that our faces are only inches away at this point.

She rolls her eyes. “Paige, I hate that nickname.”

“Do you want a drink or not woman?” I ask annoyed, teasing her. But her face hardens, and her eyes sharpen.

“Excuse me?”

Her tone is hard and serious, making my lower abdomen flip. As inappropriate as it feels, I’m exceptionally turned on.

I swallow, biting my lower lip. “Uh…”

“Woman?” She interrupts me, furrowing her brows. I can feel heat pooling between my legs, making my mind spin.

“I’m sorry,” I mumble, my voice coming out shaky from how flustered my thoughts had turned me.

“What’s that?” She asks, brows rising as she watches my mouth expectantly.

“I’m sorry Izzie,” I say louder, my chest heaving now. To my surprise, I notice her breathing is growing heavy too.

“Mhm, that’s better,” she nods, eyes still on my mouth as I bite down on my lower lip. And for just a second, as my eyes flicker from her eyes to her glossed lips, I consider leaning in and pressing a kiss on them, mind jumping to how she might taste. Like heaven I bet.

“So a drink then?” Iz asks, interrupting my spinning thoughts. 

“Oh right, yeah,” I compose myself, “we’ll be right back.”

We leave Satou and Savannah alone, my hand on the small of Izara’s back guiding her through the people to the kitchen island.

“What do we want to drink?” The girl asks, looking at the row of bottles lining the counter. I lean in even closer to her side, letting my hand drag from her back to around her waist. The girl’s breath hitches audibly, yet she doesn’t pull back.

“Shots! Now!” Arike suddenly interrupts us, Lala following close behind her.

“Bro where you been?” I ask, watching as she begins to pour shots of vodka for all four of us. Her and Lala exchange a look that tells me I don’t want to know the answer to my question.

“Nevermind,” I mumble, making Izzie giggle, the alcohol finally loosening her up.

“No, I really shouldn’t,” the dark haired girl shakes her head, pushing the shot away.

“Oh c’mooonnn!!” I groan, pushing it back.

“Yeah Zari, c’mon,” Rike complains.

I pick up my own shot glass, and Izara’s as well, bringing it to her lips. She’s considering, meeting my gaze, until her pretty lips open and I tip the glass, pouring the shot into her mouth as I throw my head back, swallowing mine. 

“Holy shit,” I cough, making everyone around me laugh, looking at the dark haired girl whose face doesn’t even twitch from the alcohol. Damn.

“And another oneeee,” Arike laughs, now pouring tequila into the glasses, clearly trying to get us two drunk. I glare at her, picking up on what she was up to. But Rike merely winks at me, handing us salt and lemon slices.

“Oh boy,” Izara chuckles, eyeing the alcohol. I follow closely as her tongue darts out to lick her wrist, my mind spinning with dirty thoughts involving that tongue between my le-

“Lemon!” The girl yelps, squeezing her eyes shut having taken the shot. I quickly grab the slice from the counter, holding Izzie’s face still by her chin as I place the wedge between her lips. Her teeth bite into it, sucking on the bitter fruit to get rid of the taste in her mouth.

Her dark lashes flutter open, and she pulls away with a grin. “Your turn.”

I scratch the back of my neck, feeling my tongue already growing numb from the alcohol, my speech certainly beginning to slur soon.

“Yo Zari, you should let Paige lick the salt from your wrist,” Arike yells from the opposite side of the counter, earning a slap on the shoulder from Lala.

“Huh?” Izara laughs, turning to the pair.

“Ignore her, God knows I do,” Lala rolls her eyes.

Flustered, I fumble with the salt shaker, licking it off my hand and downing the shot of tequila, feeling the burn in my throat making me want to cough. To my surprise, Iz brings the slice of lemon to my lips, the bitter taste putting an end to the burn.

I can feel the alcohol hitting, making my cheeks burn - or maybe it’s the way the dark haired girl is looking at me, her eyes even more catlike than normal, sparkling in the dimmed lighting. Either way I can feel my brain and mouth beginning to slow down, yet my words and actions seem simultaneously sped up, like I couldn’t think them through before doing.

“I’mma admit, I’m drunk as fuck,” I laugh, making Izara throw her head back and let out a bright chuckle, grabbing onto my shoulder as she does. Fuck she looks hotter than usual, the hard, poised exterior breaking, letting me catch little glimpses into her internal life, reminiscent of the softness on her face when she fell asleep on me.

“Let’s run away before Arike makes us take more shots,” she whispers and simultaneously somehow screams, grabbing my arm and dragging me down behind the island, as if Arike and Lala weren’t standing right on the other side, watching the two of us. Still I let her, crouching behind it and letting her drag me wherever she wants to. 

-

I love Dallas! Or maybe I should reconsider when I’m sober, but now that the shots and drinks had been flowing, I had decided I loved Dallas for certain. Paige and I have been hiding behind a corner, by the entrance to Arike’s and Lala’s bedroom, for the past hour, giggling and talking. I’ve realised Paige might be one of my favourite people I’ve ever met, the strain in my abs a reminder of how easily she made me laugh. How effortless it was to spend time with her, like I didn’t have to put up any exterior or front. I felt comfortable being myself with her. So naturally, in my drunken state, the words slip from my lips easily.

“You’re like, my favourite person right now,” I giggle, leaning my back against the cool wall and watching upwards at her. Paige’s eyes are heavy and red as a result of the alcohol, hair somehow still neatly slicked back, however a button on her chest left unbuttoned, displaying that she definitely wasn’t wearing a bra under the shirt.

“Yeah?” Paige asks, a proud smirk on her face. She’s standing in front of me, arms crossed.

“Don’t let it get into your head darling,” I scoff, pushing her off by her abdomen, feeling the muscles there tighten when my fingertips graze her through the shirt. For whatever reason I’d been wanting her to touch me all night, enjoying the times she wrapped her arm around my waist, or guided me through a crowd. It felt good to be touched, so I didn’t worry about what it meant further. I just wanted her hands on me. Like you’d want to hug a friend after remembering how much you love them.

“Why do you get to have all these nicknames but I don’t get to call you ma?” She asks, stumbling back but returning to her prior position, if not a little closer. I place my hands on her waist, having to tilt my head to look at her - that’s how close she is.

“Why do you want to call me ma?”

“Because,” she groans, looking for something to say. “Ion know it suits you.”

“Why?” I laugh.

“Because you’re sexy.”

I’m drunk. And I know it’s because I’m drunk. It has to be. But I can feel myself begin to throb between my legs when Paige says those words, when her teeth bite onto her bottom lip, when she looks me up and down. Suddenly I’m painfully aware of the swirling in my lower abdomen, the heat spreading straight to my core.

The blonde rubs the bridge of her nose. “Ahh shit Iz, I didn’t mean it like that. My bad. You just look really damn good. In like a friend wa-”

“You think I look sexy?”

It’s like my mouth and brain aren’t working together, the words just forming and leaving my lips without a single thought or action to stop them. For some reason it comes out almost whiny. Like I want her opinion, her reassurance.

Paige looks surprised, clenching her jaw before kissing her teeth and licking her lips, hands twitching as if for something to touch.

“I meannn… you really gotta ask that?” She says hoarsely, stepping closer and placing her hands on my hips. It feels good, but I want more, pushing my body off the wall and pressing my front against her. The sparks are immediate, and I nearly groan at the contact. 

“You didn’t answer,” I demand, staring into the blues of her eyes. Only then I realise how blue they really are, like a turquoise ocean against a sandy beach, inviting, beautiful. My heart begins to pound, even more so when I feel Paige’s hands move from my waist, downwards to my hips, to the small of my back, and finally to my ass. 

“Perfect,” she coos.

The breath she lets out is heavy, loud, but I barely register, my mouth parting a little. To say the chills travelling through my body are overwhelming would be an understatement, my mind suddenly spinning with realisation of something I’d been feeling for a while, yet only recognised now.

“Is this okay?” Paige asks, making me nod my head. When I do so I feel the blonde’s hands squeeze just a little, forcing a breathy whimper to spill from my lips. Overcome with the urge to be even closer to her, I wrap my arms around the girl’s broad shoulders and lean my head into the crook of her neck, my body slotting against hers just right. It feels euphoric.

 “Baby I would leave too if I was Paige, that poor girl got to deal with you on a daily basis alr-”

Suddenly Lala’s voice grows louder as she turns the corner, Arike on her tail. 

“Oh, sorry y’all,” the woman gasps seeing us embracing, Paige’s hands resting on my ass. Embarrassed, I pull away, nearly pushing the blonde off of me.

“Uh, I need a drink,” I murmur, my thoughts moving so quickly they make no sense, not even entirely sure what just happened in a drunken hue.

“Yoooo,” I hear Arike snickering, and Lala shutting her up.

Paige follows close behind me all the way back to the kitchen island, people around the apartment now notably drunker, louder, stumbling into each other. “You aight?” 

“Yeah, yes. I am,” I murmur, pouring whatever booze there was in reach into a glass and downing it, attempting to calm the running thoughts trying to make sense of all of this.

“You sure ma?”

Fuck. The nickname. Suddenly it’s making my core burn, and I feel arousal pooling between my legs almost uncomfortably. Maybe that nickname wasn’t so bad. Maybe it got me so hot and bothered I could barely think. Maybe I wanted her to call me that and only that for the rest of my life.

“Mm, I’m sure,” I mumble, turning to look at the tall blonde beside me, the way some of the buttons on her shirt have come undone, the way she’s eyeing me back, her veiny hands wrapping around a bottle as she pours herself another drink, the chains on her neck, dangling into her shirt. It’s then when I realise - I want to fuck Paige Bueckers.

“Here you are, Paige! Have you seen Satou?” Savannah interrupts us, but my eyes are still stuck on the blonde next to me.

“No, I got no idea where she is sorry.”

“What about your girlfriend, she seen her?”

Suddenly my eyes snap from Paige to the stranger leaning over the island, blinking stupidly.

“I’m not her girlfriend,” I say sternly, my tone harder than it needs to be. I could feel myself getting overwhelmed.

“Wh- oh shit, I’m sorry. You two just seem like a coup-”

“We’re not together,” Paige interrupts her, clearly picking up on my stress levels rising. I feel the room spinning, my breathing growing shallow, my cheeks burning up.

Lala, who had been watching me and the blonde all night, swiftly walks over and grabs me by the waist. “Come with me baby,” she coos, her voice caring and affectionate as she walks me into the couple’s bedroom, closing the door behind us, separating me from everything causing the engulfing emotions.

“Sit down Zari, I’ll get you some water.”

I do as the older woman says, feeling embarrassed, just praying to any God that I didn’t cause a scene. I could feel my head spinning still, the effect from the alcohol still flowing in my bloodstream.

Lala returns and hands me a glass. I chug it down, handing it back to the woman and staring at the floor.

“Are you alright?” Lala asks, sitting next to me and following me closely. I rub my forehead, shrugging.

“I’m sorry, I think I’m more drunk than I realised,” I murmur but the woman shakes your head.

“I think it’s more than that, Zari.”

I look at her, a knowing expression on the woman’s face.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s Paige isn’t it, you like her?”

I sigh, not even sure how to answer that question. Not sure at all what the feelings swirling inside me meant. 

“I… I just think I’m drunk-”

“She likes you,” Lala interrupts me. I take her words in, blinking slowly as I do. Paige likes me?

“How do you know?” I ask in a moment of vulnerability. Something about the older woman made me feel safe.

Lala chuckles, shaking her head. “I think everybody knows baby.”

Oh.

I’m speechless for once, staring at the wall, recounting every interaction I had ever had with the blonde girl. My friend. Could she really like me? Worse of all, have I led her on?

“Look, just be careful alright. Don’t give her the wrong idea if… you know, you don’t feel the same,” Lala rubs my shoulders, like reading my thoughts. It all confused me, my feelings most of all - and deep deep down I wasn’t sure about what I felt, my mind an entangled, confusing pile of perplexity.

-

“Hey you alright?” Paige murmurs to me, pressing into my back as I’m pouring myself more water in the kitchen after my little breather. My body is covered in chills once more by her proximity - which must be a sign I like her at least a little bit. Or maybe I’m just needy for someone to touch me. I was drunk after all, and it had been a while. But then again, these chills always occurred when the blonde’s hands were on me, sometimes even when they were not. Just a simple look was enough.

“Yeah, I felt a little dizzy. Feel better now though,” I murmur, finishing another glass of water.

Paige hesitates, chewing on her cheek, clearly in her head as I turn around and notice her expression. “I didn’t do too much ri-”

“Here you are!! I love this song, come dance!” A drunk Satou interrupts the moment, dragging both me and the blonde into the living room, not giving us much choice in the matter. 

“Song’s almost over,” Paige chuckles, glancing at me as I shrug but follow the two hoopers.

“Who cares, I love it!” Satou laughs. We’re surrounded by a few others, dancing to the Drake song echoing around the apartment. As the beat fades out, I hear the soft melody of What You Heard by Sonder take over.

“Nooo, boo, I’mma go ask for more Drake,” Satou murmurs, walking off, leaving me and Paige alone.

Our gazes meet and we chuckle at the same time at the girl who just left, clearly even drunker than me and Paige.

“Fuck your mind up, waste time, I'm prone to that, do it all the time, Keep your guard up or wait in line”

“This song is actually fire,” Paige grins and I nod.

“It is.”

I take a dip in her blue eyes, finding comfort in them as the song plays, not at all shocked when Paige steps closer and grabs a hold of my waist, swaying with me. The alcohol is still pumping through my veins, making it easy to wrap my arms around her neck without thinking what it might mean. It felt good to be close to her, so what?

“What's the word? Tell me what you've heard, Don't tell me what to do, just tell me when it hurts.”

Paige sings along to the lyrics, the tiniest bit off-key yet something about it makes me grow flustered quickly, mind flashing with images of her doing exactly what the lyrics describe.

“What's the word? Tell me what you've heard, Don't tell me what to do, just tell me when it hurts, When I get you to myself, it's murder,” I sing back to Paige, our eyes meeting. Her eyelids are heavy from the drinks, and there’s a hint of a smirk on her face. Her silver chains sparkle in the dim lighting, but all I’m looking at is the way she’s staring me down.

Something about the alcohol makes me bold, pressing my body closer to hers, my fingernails scratching into the back of her neck gently, watching as her eyes nearly flutter shut at the contact.

“You be wildin', I be wildin', too, But not like you, shit, maybe a little like you, Maybe we ain't so different, maybe I be trippin', too,” we sing to each other, the blonde’s thumbs rubbing circles on my hips as we dance together. I feel the burn from earlier spread to my core once more, making it hard to think clearly. 

Our faces are inching closer, to the point where I can feel her hot breath on my skin. My heart begins to pound and it becomes difficult to keep my eyes open. Paige licks her lips, leaning downwards. For a moment I think she’s about to kiss me, the distance between us growing smaller and smaller - until she ghosts my lips, turning her face, mouth hovering right over my ear, warm breath tickling against my skin.

“If he was a winner, Girl, you wouldn't have to worry 'bout a damn thing, If I was up in it, shit, I bet a pound that I'd put it down, Make you forget that you was ever with him,” she murmurs into my ear with the lyrics of the song, left hand staying on my hip, right hand coming up to the back of my head to hold it still as we keep swaying to the melody.

I feel flustered, my cheeks growing hotter and my core aching for something. No, not for something - for Paige.

“And I hate talking 'bout my stroke game, But girl, I'm giving you the whole thing,” she murmurs with a deep, hoarse voice, my body tingling and on fire at the same time. 

Turning my face, my nose brushes into the blonde’s, but I’m too scared to open my eyes, too scared that if I do I’ll start thinking again, realising how senseless this entire situation is.

Paige’s nose nuzzles mine, and I can hear the shallowness of her breathing, her hand at the back of my head maneuvering me in a way so our lips are hovering over each other. I feel like I might pass out, my heart trying to race out of my chest at this point.

“Paige, Zari, I finally found herrrr!” Satou shouts over the crowd, making both of us pull away. My eyes shoot open and I see the girl holding her friend Savannah.

“Oh! Good!” I smile awkwardly, Paige’s hands still on me. 

“Jesus…” The blonde murmurs to herself, looking around clearly frustrated by the unwelcome interruption. “You wanna go to the balcony for, uh, some fresh air?”

“Yeah,” I nod, without thinking. I let the tall girl walk me onto the balcony, closing the door behind us.

Fresh air it is not, the weather a hot and humid warning for the approaching scorching Dallas summer. But it still feels right to be alone with Paige, under the dark Texas sky. I glance upwards, looking at the stars to avoid meeting the blonde’s stare.

“So damn hot,” Paige groans, unbuttoning her shirt even more to get more airflow, though I couldn’t care less. I’m only gazing at the way the chains on her neck rest against her skin.

“Yeah, it certainly is,” I mumble, leaning my back against the glass railing.

Paige looks at me with something I can’t recognise, her expression softening as she’s taking steps towards me. “Fuck, that accent,” she murmurs, her hands easily finding their way to my waist again.

“What do you mean?” I laugh.

She shrugs. “I dunno, I just love hearing you talk.”

I chuckle, bringing my hand to her chest and playing with the chain there, number 5 dangling off it. Paige grins too, continuing.

“And the things you say too.”

I scoff, displeased. “Like what?”

“I dunno! British things!”

“British things??” I ask, laughing so hard my stomach begins to hurt, my fingers still fiddling the number 5.

“Like… Taking the piss!” She laughs, leaning closer. I bend forward too, my face scrunching as pearls of giggles spill from my mouth.

“Oh my God, you’re so stupid,” I murmur in a blur of joy, my hand snaking behind her head. In the haze of the alcohol and the giggles and the newfound feelings, before I can think it through, I’m pulling her down by the chain and her head, leaning closer and kissing her.

It’s heaven. Every nerve in my body is on fire. The blonde’s lips open for me, slowly but sensually sliding against mine. My legs feel weak, and my nails dig into the skin of her neck, a whimper leaving my mouth but she swallows it, groaning in response. Her hands squeeze my waist before moving to my face, landing on my jaw to keep me as close as possible - like she might die if I pull away.

I’m pressed closer to the glass behind my back as the kiss grows hungrier. Paige’s mouth opens further, her tongue darting out to slide against my lower lip, begging for entry with a small whine slipping from the blonde’s mouth. It’s like everything pent up was finally releasing, something I didn’t even know was there, bubbling right underneath the surface. My tongue meets Paige’s, both of us melting into the kiss. I feel like putty in her hands, like she could mold me whichever way possible. This is the best kiss I’ve ever experienced, I know that for sure. Jasper always kissed in such a stiff, forceful way. Right. Jasper.

It takes me back to the moment, as if for a sliver of a second I can think clearly. What the fuck am I doing. This isn’t me. I haven’t thought this through at all. I’m leading Paige on.

Abruptly I pull back for air, the taller girl already dragging me back into another kiss needily. But I push Paige back by her chest, stopping her. We’re both breathing heavily, staring at each other. What the fuck am I doing.

“I have to go, I’m sorry,” I mumble, shoving her off me as gently as I can, saying quick goodbyes to Lala and Arike before practically running down the stairs and throwing myself into a cab, leaving Paige upstairs as if nothing happened. The only proof of the night’s events merely the way my lips still burn and tingle, and my racing heart and swirling mind trying to make sense of everything.

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[demonic0angel]

I really like all your short stories and love the way you write

Your Dan X Dick and Jazz X Jason are great and I respect your preferred ships, but since I have never seen it before and only know if the shipname because of the Google doc,

What about Dan X Tim?

It's called Bad Ending apparently

(Tyvm :3)

Tim watched the city burn down quietly as he leaned on his bow staff. He heard a soft flutter next to him, and as he turned, he spotted Danny floating slightly behind him, with his hands behind his back as he grinned with sharp fangs.

“…. Danny.”

“Tim,” the ghost said, smiling as he tilted his head. “I see you’ve been busy.”

Tim gave him a weak glare. “Do you need something? Or are you just going to yap?”

“So rude,” Danny huffed. He floated closer, and Tim watched as his green skin shimmered in the glow of the fires around them. The smell of ash and smoke was potent, and a gentle wind, uncharacteristic from the destruction before them, blew lightly around them. “But I like that about you, Tim. So unafraid of me. You’re such a tease.”

Tim avoided his gaze. Danny’s sharp eyes, red like rubies and blood, and filled with a murderous desire, did not escape Tim’s notice as it surveyed him like a hawk’s.

Danny only liked him because he was willing to help him. But in truth, Tim was just another filthy human to him.

“… I don’t care,” Tim said. He watched the world burn before him slowly, crumbling to pieces.

Danny floated closer. His presence, cold and inhuman, was noticeable even with the scorching heat of the fire.

“Did you have a good time? I’m impressed and surprised that no one was able to stop you. After all, you’d expect Batman to be able to escape from your traps to save his city,” Danny blabbered on. “What did you trap him with? Did you kill him, Tim?”

Gotham City continued to burn, the flames licking at everything around them as Tim just stood there and contemplated his answer.

Even though Tim knew that Danny just liked mocking him, even though Tim knew that Danny hated his guts, even though Tim knew that Danny would absolutely make the remainder of his short life miserable, Tim could not help but want to be closer to him.

“He’s in the Batcaves. I sedated everyone and made sure they’d be asleep for a long, long while. Until all of this is over.”

Danny chuckled. “Devious. I bet you batted those pretty eyes and made them hesitate, didn’t you?”

Tim turned to look at him. Danny smiled again, his wispy hair floating in the smoky breeze. He glowed, and yet he was like the Devil in all of his allure, tempting all of humanity into sin.

Tim reached for him. Danny did not move away, only tilting his head curiously as Tim pulled him closer and then kissed him, their mouths meeting together in a salty kiss.

Huh.

When had Tim started crying?

(Dan is called Danny here because this is him before he ever went to another universe in The Ultimate Enemy. Why is Tim burning down Gotham City? No clue lmaooo)

[st0nesnglitter]

Prongsfoot x Reader Headcannons <3

A/N: hi, woke up with lots of thoughts about this particular pairing. I haven’t written in like six months so it’s short and kinda bad lol. Also I always thought the shipname Buckstar..

GN!reader except the last bulletpoint.

The difference between James and Sirius is easiest described by this: golden retriever and black cat. James is touchy-feely, loves cuddling and needs exercise to keep him sane. He’s all goofy smiles and curls, and loves very openly. Sirius is quietly observing, elegant and shows affection on his own terms, but when he does it’s amazing. He leaves fleeting touches to get you to come to him, pretty smirks and sharp eyes.

Since they’ve known each other for such a long time they bicker like it’s a sport. Their arguments rage from Quidditch brooms to pizza, from the prettiest flowers to what are the best dress shoes. Often times they want you to settle their disputes for them, which lead to extravagant compliments to win you over.

“Aw come on, love, you know I’m right” Sirius purred into your ear. “Just say that lip oil is better than lipbalm and I’ll show you how soft my lips can feel”

“DON’T FALL FOR HIS CHEAP TRICKS!” James screams from across the room.

Mornings in James’ bed are warm and soft. James loves, loves, loves being big spoon whilst Sirius usually wants to rest his head against your chest which often leads to you being in the middle. Sandwiched between two gorgeous men, who adore you, makes it hard to leave each morning.

nsfw

Their competitive streak definitely comes out in the bedroom too. Having a “who can make our partner cum the fastest/ the most times/ the most intense” competition that usually leads to every muscle in your body aching and the dire need for some new sheets.

“I think I got four” James mumbles as he softly dabs a washcloth over your spent body.

“Yeah right, you got two at best!” Sirius argues as he grabs you some boxers to wear to bed. “I, however, got three solid ones”.

When James feels subbier he wants to be used like a toy. He is def a pleasurer in every mood but when he feels a little foggy and frustrated he just wants to give and give. So even though Sirius is pounding into him from behind he is still determined to give you the best head of your life. His eyes get so pretty and glasslike, with his brows furrowed as asks to fuck you even though he’s shaky from Sirius and you’ve already came onto his tongue.

When Sirius doesn’t feel his best he is the opposite. He just want to degrade and mock, let his frustration out through his delicious malice. There’s a slight Madonna-whore complex within him, since he and James have fooled around for some time and you’re the new addition, he feels like he can be rougher toward Jamie. You can tell his mood through how hard he kisses, grabbing onto the back of your neck and using your hair as leverage. He makes a mess out of James’ curls, makes him look like a real slut, and usually ends with Sirius giving James a facial. Seeing his boyfriend with messy, sweaty hair and a flushed face that is covered in his cum usually snaps him out of his bad mood.

One thing they never got tired of arguing about: who has the bigger dick. There’s only been one time they’ve argued who has the smaller: when you agreed to do anal. It was after a Quidditch win and they shared a quick glance before starting to debate.

“Well you are definitely longer!” James says and gestures with his hands to measure out a guesstimate of Sirius’s dick.

“Oh come on, mate, you have a fat cock”

After a few minutes of bickering you just decided for yourself. And since Sirius was more slender you felt more comfortable with him taking your anal virginity. But you didn’t want James to feel left out so he got to prep you. And this man took this job with the upmost seriousness. He ate you out, worked in one finger at a time, playing with your clit to make you relax. When Sirius finally pushed into your tight hole you were already so close to the edge. He stilled when he was balls deep to let you adjust, but as he started to thrust into you your eyes widened and legs started to shake.

“I made her cum from anal… I am a god!” Sirius was breathing heavily, on cloud nine.

“Oh please! I placed her right on that edge for you, you only tipped her over”

And the bickering continued…

[imobsessed123]

I can’t decide if I ship you with Dex or alayda with Dex. Plead your case

*takes a deep breath, pulls out a two foot tall stack of papers.* I’ve got a wholeee list, don’t worry

• we have MARRIAGE PAPERS

• we’ve been married for almost a year, but I’ve had a crush on him for years (I know I’m mentally ill we don’t talk about it)

• Alayda is a home wrecker

• People will tag me in any Dex related post because of how much I love him, they don’t do that for alayda 😤

• there is a whole entire Dexi fanfic

• OH AND WE HAVE A SHIPNAME

• pretty sure my bestie is making dexi fanart lmao

Here’s some live footage of me simping over him (and there’s even more that I didn’t screenshot)

[loptrcoptr]

It’s come to my attention that a lot of people in the BES fandom are new to fandom-culture in general (or lack there of; we denizens of tumblr are residents of a cesspool) and don’t know a lot of general old school online manners, laid down in Days of Yore by earlier generations. So let me bring up a crucial one that is generally being ignored on tumblr in the BES-sphere: ship tagging!

I am not doing this to condescend, I genuinely want to be helpful and to help us all enjoy our enclosure and our enrichment in said enclosure together. I think a lot of grief going around the blue eye samurai world on social media could be solved if everyone remembered one good old cardinal rule of fandom bullshit:

you do not put ship wank in a ship’s general tag.

let me say that one more time in different terms:

If you want to rant about how much you hate a ship, general practice has always been, on tumblr anyway, not to do so in the safe space created for said ship.

once again, lemme be very clear; I don’t give one rat’s ass or 800 collective asses of rats what you ship, why you ship it, whether you ship anything at all, why you hate x y z, etc. That’s great, that’s what fandom is for! Enjoy yourself! The issue is that there’s all this infighting fuckery going on that is exhausting to even watch from the sidelines, and I think there’s a lot of confusion as to why anyone is fighting over any of this shit at all as it is 2024 and ship wars are 2011 superwholock garbage that we all collectively agreed to jettison into space by 2015, ya feel me?

(and if you like to start shit and throw hands then obv this post isn’t for you as you know what you’re doing, this is for the folks who don’t know and are confused as to why they can’t rant without blowback)

So if you’ve gotten on tumblr recently and noticed your anti-ship post blowing up for some reason or other and asked yourself “Jesus why are these assholes from that ship always coming for me?? They’re such dicks!!” ask yourself:

did I tag them in my post?

Because when you tag a ship in a post about how much you hate it, it’s not a beacon that says “Hear Ye Hear Ye, Interacteth Not Ye Fuckos From Ship I Hate, This Is About How Much I Hate Your Ship”. For that to be the case, you would need old-school anti-ship tag nomenclature, like this: #anti-[shipname] or #[shipname] wank. Those tags would communicate your intent to rant, which is your sacred fandom right to enjoy doing! It is not, however, your sacred fandom right to enjoy doing it in the wrong space, that’s what’s happening here. A post that tags a ship with its normal tag, but whose content is anti/wank content about said ship, sends the signal: “ayyooo, who would like to debate this with me?”

So, does all that make sense? If you tag your post analyzing all the reasons why you think a ship sucks with #ship, you are encouraging everyone who ships that ship to interact with your post. It’s like rocking up to somebody’s house, ringing the doorbell, and saying “I hate your fugly ass piece of shit house, asshole” and then getting irritated when the homeowner responds with “who the fuck are you, get off my lawn?!”

#anti-[shipname], #[shipname] hate (forgot about that one, also useful), and #[shipname] wank do two very useful things:

1) They let other people who want to gleefully rant with you know that you’re on the level and they give like minded individuals a chance to follow those tags so you can have more rant sessions together, and

2) they minimize likelihood of involvement by the shippers you’re ranting about, who can block the tag, while keeping the ship’s normal tag open for the people who enjoy it

tldr; *swordfather voice* it would be bitchin if people could stop bitchin in the wrong places so that we can all coexist like adults here, touch some grass, and chill. Tag ship hate #anti-[shipname], #[shipname] wank, or #[shipname]-hate and keep it out of the general pro-ship tags :)

if your response to this is “don’t tell me what to do, cuntwaffle” or “I have an unhealthy relationship with the idea of shipping and think no one should have a safe environment to enjoy media except me and people I agree with so I will continue to poison the waters” then ok, cool beans, keep on chooglin’; but know that everytime you walk into a tea party you weren’t invited to and yell I HATE YOUR FUCKING TEA YOUR TEA SUCKS ASS blowback is a bit inevitable

[veilody]

Shhhh super relaxed sketch with Karlach and my Azúcar

My brain is obsessed with them right now aaaa— even made up 2 cute shipnames for em

1. Faerie Fire

2. Caramel

Faerie Fire is a far more obvious one since Azúcar is a Faerie bond Warlock and Karlach… Self explanatory. Also just love that it’s a move you can make.

Caramel is less obvious since it’s a little about me and the campaign I have in BG3. Azúcar started out as character inspired by the Mercy (Overwatch) Skin „Sugar Plum Fairy“ as I play with 2 people in my campaign that I used to play with OW (in the good old days) and we all were support mains (or flex) but the sugar plum fairy was my personal trademark when I chose Mercy. And the jokes were amazing. I was our „Zückerli“ which is a cutified version of the german word for „Sugar“ and uh— Azúcar is „Sugar“ in spanish (unless I swap things in my mind again) and if you heat sugar you get Caramel.

That was a whole lot of information nobody asked for gngfs

Anyways, I am happy that Azúcar became a lot more special than just being a nostalgic and fun memoir of past times with a game I don’t play anymore. She’s become rather precious to me and I really really love Githyankis thanks to her. They’re so much fun to play.

[hannahlovesluca]

Everything In Me

Ike loved love, adored it. But he had never experienced it.

Then you debuted.

When you debuted as a member of Krisis, everything changed for him. Your hair looked so soft, your lips too. How badly he wanted to kiss them, but he couldn’t. You lived on the other side of the world.

It was nothing but a dream that he desperately wished to become his reality.

He frequently had dreams in which everything he desired to have with you had become true. He kissed you, held you, made you feel safe.

He wanted nothing more than to embrace you, tell you how much he loved you.

Why could you not just realize yourself?

Why are you so difficult?

Why? Why? Why?

Ike’s thought get cut off by the Discord notification sounding through his PC.

“Hey Ike! I was wondering if Monday will work for a collab? I was thinking about playing Visage but I desperately need emotional support 💔”

Ike’s heart pounded; of course he wanted to collab!

If only you had known the amount of times Ike Eveland found himself scrolling through your shipname hashtag. I don’t think you would ever doubt his feelings if he had.

God, he was in love.

And god, how badly he wanted to tell you.

“Hey, Y/N! Yeah, Monday should be fine - what time? I would love to be your hope in the dark. 💙”

His heart pounds even faster re-reading the message he had sent you. Was it too direct? Was it implying something it shouldn’t have been? What if-

“I was thinking around 5 in your time? My sleep schedule is fucked so anything works for me LMFAOO but if that doesn’t work I can always plan smth else”

Ike’s thoughts, once again, get cut off by your Discord ping. He stares, not knowing what to do or say. Does he let his heart answer? Or his head?

Before Ike had known it, you called him?

Now, his heart was beating? Do you realize the chokehold you have him in? Or is this by chance?

Ike almost immediately answers, not leaving a single ring to sound out.

“Ikey, you good?” Your sweet, sweet voice asks.

“Y-yeah, yeah, I’m good. Just thinking.”

“About?”

Before Ike could process, he blurted out a single, mistaken word.

“You.”

You giggled. Giggled. What does that mean? You hate him? He’s not good enough? He-

“Is this a confession, Ikey?~ Aww,” You pause, a blush taking over your face, only wishing he could see it. “…I think about you a lot, too.”

[theforgottencrow]

Pls hear me out-

Don’t hate me for this but like hear me out- Killer x Ink x Nightmare. THEY’D BE SO CHAOTIC AND MISCHIEVOUS. Like- Ink and Killer would constantly get into trouble and doing pranks and Nightmare would always be there to have to deal with his little problem gremlins shenanigans, and Nightmare would be bombarded with their energetic affection and silly flirting and he’d have times where he’d need to hold them down and stop them from moving so he can give them his own bits of affection while they're restrained like, gentle kisses and cuddles without them bouncing around or wiggling too much. And then whenever Nightmare’s in a trouble causing mood, he’ll let his partners loose to cause mayhem and sit back and watch as they bring absolute destruction to whatever they please.

I’m still trying to think of a shipname that ISN’T Sus because like the ship name of Killer x Ink is Kink and like- 👀, and I have a idea for the name but it just becomes like- even more Sus. So like I’m trying to come up with smth else :”)

[corviids]

The great thing about Valyrians having the dumbest(affectionate) naming conventions is that Viserys/Saera/Aenys shipname name is Visaerys/Visaera/Visaenys/Saerys

1 - all could work as names for their kids

2 - Viserys is the oldest, then Saera, then Aenys

3(the most important) - Viserys AND Saera both top Aenys

aenys: so we are passing of this child as mine even tho viserys is most likely the father but we have no way of knowing since we are all fucking around. and in order to do this seamlessly, we need to be very strategic in how we go about name this child

saera: yep

aenys: and you want to call him visaenys

saera: yep. great name isn’t it?

(also of course aenys gets topped, don’t even play)

[camillathe6th]

Shipname: Burnt to the Ground

Part 2 of: Una and Ricardo's Wonderful Sex Adventures

Disclaimer: everything, and I mean everything, belongs to Malin Rydén. It's not my fault his characters are dumbasses and lead to this kind of work. Context: We were talking about Hollow Ground with friends. It occurred to me that Ortega and Una would definitely find a way to be freaky about it. I was encouraged down the path of evil. I can only hope now that Hollow Ground will glimpse this in Una's mind and die from psychic damage, mwah. What to expect: Una and Ortega work on the mysteries of Lord Ember and Hollow Ground's gang wars. All bets are off. All pants are too. Suggestive, though not particularly explicit: rated M.

2021 (UNA)

It starts on Sunday morning, for conspiracy breakfast. It starts when Ricardo pins that picture on the kitchen wall, among the other pictures, among the red thread and the articles, and on the picture there they both are, sharing a look of intensely polished hatred above a champagne glass, Lord Ember and Hollow Ground, seen together at a cocktail party a few months ago, all dapperly decked in—where is that, Carson City? You feel like you know that high-ceilinged room, from a past life, from your past life.

But all in all, it starts because you’re an idiot, and because Ricardo looks like Ricardo does wearing just his sweatpants and not much else. So you say:

“You think they fuck?”

You gotta give it to him: he doesn’t even choke on the coffee he stole from you. No, no. The swallow a casual bob of his lovely throat, then a step back, and serious consideration, eyes on the wall-board, head tilted to the side. You wonder why he ever hated those glasses: they really have a knack for making your stomach flip a little too low.

Never tell him that, though.

“You think they fuck?” he asks, crossing his arms, which jut at the triceps, which you notice, which he knows.

“I think…”

You glance at Hollow Ground’s face again, on the wall: her mirror-face, so similar to yours, though harder, wider; her fancier haircut, her darker hair, her straightened, shortened, whitened teeth. Breaking them knuckles to gums will feel even sweeter knowing they cost her a fortune.

On the kitchen chair, you spread your tattooed legs, which jut at the quadriceps, which he notices, which you know.

“I think she would really hate knowing we know she’s getting pounded into oblivion by the Viscount of San Fran.”

“And you would know…” his smile is a lighthouse, a starburst of delight. “Since you’re practically her, really. Gracias a dios for technology.”

Fuck. Don’t laugh at that. Ignore the challenge smile, the obvious taunt.

“Amen,” you nod. “Want to do something about it?”

Holding his gaze is the kind of effort that makes your head burn; and burn it does, and burn it does, as he steps closer, yes come come closer, you open flame.

“Only if you call me My lord.”

Continued here.

[rarepair-haven]

Since Classic x Nightmare's shipname is Darkhumor, Classic x Dream's shipname should be: Comedy!

This is because, unlike dark humor, comedy is a humor that brings joy with its silliness, and it also helps people feel better.

Well, I started to think that this ship could be a wonderful thing!

The whole dynamic of the positivity warrior who does everything to save the multiverse and who is probably a god x just a guy, it's everything to me-

Like, you have a whole guy willing to fight, even having a bow and arrow, everyone would think that Dream is a difficult guy to impress.

Then, out of nowhere, Sans comes, using a whoppie caushion next to Dream to make a fart joke ( obviously ), and he's just...admired and all in love with his lazy skeleton.

And people would be like: ?????

I really imagine them telling jokes together, going to places together, Dream carrying Classic around...

Man, Sans could even mess with Dream with his pranks.

Dream and Sans would help each other with their problems because they are both broken, they would understand each other, because they possibly both lost people they loved, and it is difficult for them to move on.

Anyway, I think they have a lot of potential to be a thing!

Both romantic and platonic.

This is very cute! You don’t see a lot of classic ships anymore

[scriddlecat-is-gold]

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— Scarecrow (especially BTAS, Year One, Arkhamverse, HHSD, MV);; 🎃

— Two-Face (especially BTAS, Arkhamverse, Long Haloween, Arkhamites Musical, MV);; 🪙

— Catwoman (especially Catwoman: When in Rome, Catwoman: Lonely City, Arkhamverse, BTAS);; 🐈‍⬛

— Penguin (especially BTAS, 2022, MV);; 🐧

— Mr Freeze (especially BTAS, Arkhamites Musical);; 🧊

— Firefly (especially Batman 2004, general);; 🔥

fav ships ~ ?

— Scriddler;; 🎃❔

— Riddlecat;; 🐈‍⬛❔

— Scriddlecat;; 🐈‍⬛❔🎃

— Twiddler (platonic, they're besties);; ❔🪙

— Twoguin/OzHarv;; 🪙🐧

— Victor x Nora Fries (what their shipname);; 🔮🧊

if you have any other questions - ask freely

goodbye ~ ?

[trashyswitch]

Once Upon a Silly Game

⚠️Slight spoilers of Chuckles the Clown and the Witchlight Carnival...but it's mainly just fun.⚠️

Frost, Gricko, Gideon and Kremy are all sitting, chilling out at the Witchlight Carnival. They start up a game of 'Would You Rather' that quickly gets derailed when Chuckles the Clown joins momentarily. Just pure chaos begins to ensue both in-game, and outside the game due to Chuckles/Mikey and Gideon/Mace's childish shenanigans.

More fanfics about a fandom I just started obsessing over...because you can't spell TrashySwitch without Switch... Regardless, I hope you enjoy. This fandom desperately needed some tickle fanfics, and I'm here to provide because I'm internet trash who must indulge in the stupidity.

(Thanks anon for correcting me on Mikey's name spelling!)

Gideon and Kremy had been friends for ages by this point. They’d been through thick and thin, and had seen each other at their worst as well as their best. One of the things that Kremy and Gideon had in common, was their love for each other. Was this love intimate? Was this love platonic? Or was this love something in between? Who knows at this point. All that was known was that Frosty and Gricko had been keeping tallies of their bromantic moments. 

And as of right now, they were up to number 29 in their tally list. 

“Hey Kremy: Dogs? Or cats?” Gideon asked him. 

Kremy raised an eyebrow. “Uhhh…neither. I prefer unicorns.” 

Gideon froze for a moment, and hung his head. “Right…” 

Kremy laughed. “You know this!” 

“I forgot, okay?!” Gideon yelled. 

Kremy’s jaw dropped. “How could you forget that?! I mention it every other sentence!” He reacted. “I even mention it when I introduce myself!” 

Frost smiled a bit. “He really does.” 

“I know that, I just wanted to know which one you’d prefer if we got a pet.” Gideon admitted. 

“Is that a new goal for you or something?” Kremy asked. 

“I mean…It could be.” Gideon replied. 

“Alright. What about you? Do you prefer dogs? Or cats?” Kremy asked him next. 

“I don’t know. I think a dog might be cool. Cause what can cats even do?” Gideon mentioned. 

“*Ahem*?” Frost cleared his throat to make himself clearly known. 

Gideon looked up at Frost, and chuckled awkwardly. “No offense.” 

“All taken.” Frost replied. 

[The group bursted out laughing. “Poor Frost…” Nikkie muttered.] 

“Alright, alright.” Kremy replied, writing it down. “Your turn.” 

Gideon raised an eyebrow. “My turn? For what?” 

“To ask a question.” Kremy replied. 

“Right, okay.” He thought for a moment. “Uhhh…Flowers? Or chocolates?” Gideon asked next. 

Kremy smiled a bit. “Why? You planning a date or something?” He asked, elbowing Gideon. 

“Wha- No! I’m just…curious.” Gideon replied. 

[“Oooooh, are we looking at some future Coalecroux moments?” Nikkie teased.

“What?!” Mace reacted. 

“Is that what the shipname’s called?!” Richie asked. 

“Yup!” Nikkie replied. 

“Oh god…” Mace muttered, covering his face with his hands. 

“Before we continue…Can I bring Chuckles into this?’ Mikey asked Nikkie, the DM. 

Nikkie bursted out laughing and clapped her hands. “Sure! Sure, go ahead!”]

“I just wanted to know!” Gideon tried to argue. 

‘Oh suuuuure~’ He heard from the dreaded clown that haunted his mind, Chuckles.

Gideon groaned. “NoooOO!” He covered his ears. “Shut up, Chuckles!” Gideon yelled. 

Gricko smirked. “I have a feeling he’s saying what we’re all thinking.” He teased. 

[The group all bursted out laughing due to the silly coincidence of both Chuckles and Gricko being voiced by the same dnd player.] 

Gideon facepalmed before turning to Kremy. “J-Just answer the question.” He ordered. 

“Hmmmm…You answer first.” Kremy told Gideon. 

“Wait, what?! Why me?!” Gideon reacted. 

“I wanna hear your response first!” Kremy admitted. 

Gideon frowned slightly. “That’s not how this works, Kremy.” He muttered. 

“Well, screw the rules. You answer first. Flowers? Or chocolates?” Kremy asked him. 

Gideon grumbled a little bit, before sighing. “Well…If you must know…” He cleared his throat. “F-flowers.” 

Kremy widened his eyes. “Really?!” His jaw had dropped almost to the floor. “You’re a flower guy?!” 

Gideon looked down, his face growing more red than his skin. “Y-Yeah…Shutup.” 

Frost looked Gideon up and down, and smiled. “I can see it.” 

Gideon looked at Frost out of the corner of his eye. “...thankyou…” 

Kremy laughed a little bit before tapping his shoulder. “It’s okay. I prefer chocolates, but that’s just me.” 

‘Oooooh, I think someone’s in looooove~’ Chuckles teased. 

Gideon groaned again, and covered his face. 

Chuckles laughed. ‘Next thing you know, you’ll be laying in a hammock in the gazebo under the pretty blue moonlight. You’ll be covering each other with kisses-’ 

[Mikey pretends to ‘make out’ with himself.]

‘Maybe even tickling each other a little bit-’

[Mikey wiggles his fingers playfully.] 

‘-Before falling asleep in each other’s arms till the beautiful sun starts to rise.” Chuckles teased. ‘Sounds like the most perfect little first date, don’t you think?’ Chuckles asked him. 

Gideon was rendered speechless…so speechless, that he didn’t even hear Kremy’s next question. 

Kremy looked at Frost and Gricko. “Uhhh…” He turned to Gideon. “Hello?” Kremy waved his hand in front of his eyes. “Gid?” 

“Is Chuckles talking to you again?” Frost asked him. 

Gideon was staring straight onward, still horrified, and flustered by Chuckle’s idea of a late-night date. It sounded like something out of a cheesy romance book. But Gideon slowly snapped himself out of it. “Uhhhh- Yeah. Yeah, he is.” He replied. 

“What did he say?” Kremy asked. 

Gideon tried to think of a way to condense Chuckle’s words. As much as he hated the cheesy romance idea, something in his description did help Gideon think of an idea…

“He…accused me of being in love…” Gideon admitted. 

Kremy smiled a little bit. “Awww…” 

“Makes sense.” Frost added. 

Gideon raised his index finger. “And…he brought up an idea of what to ask you next.” Gideon admitted. 

“Oh, okay. But first you gotta answer my question.” Kremy mentioned. 

“Right, right. What was it again?” Gideon asked him. 

“I asked if you prefer a bricked house, or a wooden house.” Kremy admitted. 

“Oh. Bricked, actually. If the house were wood, I may accidentally burn it down.” Gideon admitted. 

“Yeah, I agree. Brick looks nicer too. Though I wouldn’t mind some wooden accents on the outer part of the house…” Kremy admitted. 

Frost smiled. “Makes sense. You always had a sense of style.” He mentioned. 

“Indeed I do~” Kremy declared, adjusting his bowtie. 

“It’s a shame all your confidence will be thrown out the window the moment I ask the next question…” Gideon admitted with a laugh. 

“Oh yeah? And why’s that?” Kremy asked him, giving him the side-eye. 

“Oho, you’ll see.” Gideon was smirking somewhat evilly. “Only thing is, this question will break the ‘one over the other’ rule we decided earlier.” Gideon added. 

“Okay…Bring it on.” Kremy replied, picking up his drink. 

“Alright.” Gideon cleared his throat. “Are you ticklish? And if so, what’s your worst spot?” Gideon asked. 

[The group bursted out laughing, with Mace’s laughter audibly towering over everyone else’s. 

“Oh shit! I didn’t realize you’d go for that! I thought you meant the cuddling thing!” Mikey admitted. 

“Yeah? Well maybe I wanna have some fun with this.” Mace told him. 

“Aw, come on!” Richie threw his hands. “At my expense?!” Richie asked. 

“Yeah!” Mace replied rather abruptly. 

Nikkie laughed. “I think you just wanted a reason to tickle Richie.” 

Mace smirked a little and shrugged his shoulders before laughing a little. 

Richie laughed and shook his head. “Kremy chokes on his drink, and lowers his cup. He has no idea how to react.” Richie told them with a laugh. “All he can say is-”] 

“Uhhhhh…” Kremy muttered. 

“Oooh~” Gricko giggled. “This I gotta hear.” He took a swig of his own drink. 

Frost smirked slightly. “It’s a simple question, Kremy.” Frost teased in his usual monotone voice. “It’s a yes or no question.” 

“Well, the first half.” Gricko added. 

“I-I know, I know.” Kremy cleared his throat, putting his drink down. “It just threw me off guard, that’s all.” Kremy admitted. 

Gideon’s smile grew. “So?” He laughed a bit. “You gonna answer me? Or are ya gonna plead the fifth?” Gideon asked with a laugh.

Kremy thought for a moment. “Well…” He fiddled with his crocodile fingers. “Y-Yes, I’ll answer you. I am ticklish.” 

Gideon widened his eyes. “Wait, really?!” He reacted. 

‘Oh my! What a craaaaazy turn of events~!’ Chuckles reacted with a laugh. 

“Is that really true?!” Gideon asked. 

“Yeah. Why?” Kremy muttered. 

Gideon shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know! Just…I never would’ve expected that.” He admitted. “It’s just…You seem so put-together, that I never imagined you’d have a weakness like that.” Gideon admitted. 

“Hmm…And your worst spot?” Frost asked next, showing a toothy smile. 

Kremy sighed. “Right…” He took off his top hat and scratched the back of his head. “My worst spot is my belly…” He admitted. 

“Oooooh!” Chuckles did what he always did best: He chuckled. ‘Hey Gideon, you should try it out! Just to be absolutely sure.’ Chuckles suggested, elbowing him playfully. 

[Mikey playfully reached his elbow out in an attempt to elbow Mace.] 

Gideon smirked slightly. “Well…” Gideon rolled up his white sleeves. “Chuckles has a point. So you can blame him for this.”

[“I start tickling Kremy, specifically going for his worst spot.” Mace told him, side-eyeing Richie. “And because Richie isn’t the best at laughing on cue,” Mace starts repeatedly squeezing Richie’s belly. “I’m gonna be tickling him myself so it’s more convincing.” Mace told the group, as well as the camera. This made Derek, Mikey, and Nikkie laugh almost excitedly as Richie’s noticeably quiet, yet wheezy laughter filled the room.] 

Kremy jumped and cackled. “aaAHAHAHA! GIHIHID YOU AHAHAHASS!” Kremy yelled at him. 

“Damn! Such language, for someone so ticklish.” Gideon teased, before looking at Frost and Gricko as he pointed to Kremy. “Can you believe this guy?!” 

Frost chuckled. “I mean, I don’t blame him.” 

“But he should’ve seen it coming!” Gideon mentioned. 

“Well yeah, but I’m sure anyone would’ve reacted the same way.” Frost admitted. “I mean, I wouldn’t have, but I’m sure there’s many others who-”

[“aAASHIT!” Derek suddenly straightened his back and attempted to slap the hand. 

Mikey giggled almost manically while everyone else laughed at the hilarious moment. Nikkie covered up her face with her blanket, while Mace stopped tickling Richie the moment he saw Derek’s reaction.

“Oh my god…” Derek muttered breathlessly, holding his own chest. “Mikey!” He reacted, pushing Mikey’s shoulder away. 

“Whaaaat?” Mikey reacted, taking the push like it was nothing while pretending he was completely innocent. 

“Now THAT…was awesome.” Mace reacted. 

Derek took in a couple more breaths. “Is that part of the story now?” Derek asked. 

Nikkie laughed a bit. “I’d say so. Let’s say it is.” She replied. 

Derek sighs. “Alright. Frost lets out a cat-like yelp as his fur fluffs up. He’s caught completely off guard by the…squeeze, I guess…and doesn’t even realize he had contradicted himself yet.” He explained.] 

“Gricko!” Frost yelled. 

“Sorry Frost. I just couldn’t resist!” Gricko admitted. 

Gideon was smiling somewhat widely. He had stopped tickling Kremy, and was staring at Frost. “Wait…Frost’s ticklish too!?” Gideon asked. 

“Oh, Frost?! No no no, he’s more than just ‘ticklish’.” Gricko reacted. 

“Gricko, don’t you dare!” Frost warned him in a slightly louder version of his monotone voice. 

“He is?! How have I never known this?!” Gideon asked. 

“That’s a mystery in and of itself!” Gricko reacted. 

Frost looked almost panicked. “Gricko-!” 

“Cause every little touch in the typical spots, makes Frost fall over and cackle like an idiot.” Gricko told them. 

Gideon smirked. “Oh, please tell.” He encouraged. 

“Okay!” Gricko crawled himself up to Frost’s feet. 

And just as Frost feared, everyone’s attention was on him the moment he felt scratches against his lower paws. “aAAHahAHA!” Frost instinctively kicked his foot. 

“See? Just the smallest touch will drive him absolutely wild!” Gricko traced a single finger around the tabaxi’s paw pad. Only this one little trace was enough to make Frost throw his head back with a surprised cackle. 

[Knowing that feet was not a good idea to show on stream, Mikey had squeezed a few of Derek’s ribs, making Derek show off almost the exact same reaction.] 

Gideon and Kremy both widened their eyes in shock. “Damn dude!” Gideon reacted. 

“Holy shit!” Kremy laughed a little bit, and covered his mouth. “I can’t believe I'm saying this, but I think you might be worse than Gideon!” Kremy reacted. 

Gideon turned to Kremy with a look of betrayal. “What?! Hey!” 

“Oh yeah?” Gricko asked, before fluttering his green fingers against the small bit of fur against the toe pads. 

Frost wheezed. “GAHAHA- DAMMIHIHIT!” He covered his mouth and let out a desperate, slightly muffled “GRICKO!” through his paws. Not only that, but Frost also had to physically stop himself from kicking his little friend for fear of hurting him. 

[Derek reacted relatively the same way, only he was curling in on himself and trying to prevent himself from falling out of his chair.] 

“Yeah! Gid’s got a few sensitive spots, but it’s not quite as bad as Frost.” Kremy mentioned. 

“What’s your problem, man?!” Gideon argued. “I’m literally right here!” 

Kremy smirked slightly and scratched his little gator fingers against his neck. “I know. And it’s a good thing you are…cause this fact just wouldn’t be complete without proof.” Kremy teased. 

[Mace let out a jumpy yelp as he quickly tried to cover up his own neck. “Duhude!” He reacted. 

Richie looked at the others as he tried to tickle him. “Hold still, Mace! I’m trying to get you back.” Richie ordered. 

Mikey laughed as he paused his own ticklish onslaught. “I mean, you kinda brought this upon yourself. You started the whole thing.” He reminded him. 

“Ihihi’m gonna kihill yohohou.” Mace tried to fight Richie and tickle him back. Unsurprisingly, Mace would go for his stomach, which made Richie abandon ship almost immediately.

Meanwhile, Derek started trying to tickle Mikey back. But when it didn’t work, Derek quickly remembered something: Mikey wasn’t ticklish! Or at least, not in the typical spots Derek was trying to go for. And with that rediscovered, Mikey pulled Derek’s arm out, and attacked his ribs all over again, leaving Derek in almost hysterics. 

Nikkie shook her head with a sigh. “You know what?” Nikkie looked at the camera with an amused, yet slightly annoyed look on her face. “I think a break is in order.” She told the audience. 

And so a short break was put into effect. The boys were able to get all their giggles out, and Nikkie was able to steer the story back into the right direction.]