[ID: a cropped screenshot from the Blaseball newsletter about Jesús Koch from December 16 (17 if youre me). All the text is scribbled over except for the phrase "famous for rocking Scorpler's". The word "famous" is encircled while Scorpler is underlined in red and two arrows point at it.]
famous visits scorpler, and even scorpler doesn't know the layers of masks that famous wears
from my hc's about multiple tigers being spirits of the deceased, who might be able to play and touch the living as blaseball players but who are still, inextricably, ghosts.
famous owens (they) is an og tiger, known as a demon with many masks and faces. mclaughlin scorpler (they, riv'd on a ruby tuesday) was originally a ny mill and is scorpion person (interp of a scorpion person up to the viewer)
It's not a secret now. It had started as an oddity, then grew to a rumor, an open secret to what it is now, open speculation and headlines on Earthly tabloids. The Tigers were full of dead men walking- Hiroto striding onto the field without fear, blood barely visible beneath their dark jersey, unlike the saltwater blue tint of her lips and the way the tips of their fingers let the light pass through it. Paula, with her crown of leaves and wood that no one knows of anymore. Dunlap, in xyr strange moments, on the field looking like fae was halo'd in blood.
Famous was more careful than that. Their wardrobe was extensive and hard won- of course they had bodies that still wore the sweat of living. In this, they faded away, next to the strangeness of Ren and the speculation around Zion, her still living body hidden away in her mech.
Scorpion plays with their hand, their skin cool against Famous' borrowed skin. The edges of their fingers are sharp, small spikes running through them. And yet, they're gentle as they play with Famous' fingers. In Scorpler's New York apartment, Famous wears the skin of a desperate imp, hair from a sharp tonged merchant and the mouth of her rival. All living when Famous had taken what they had offered. Still living, like tanned leather and stitched together to lay over the the ghost of them. Famous feels Scorpler's touch through it, only the bare hint of pressure without the way those spikes catch tremulously on skin and the way Scorpler's hands remind them of holding pearls.
"Y'know, it used to scare the rest of the team," Scorpler says, casual, waiting for Famous to respond. They hum, waiting to see where this goes. "I knew you were hauntingly beautiful baby, but the a bunch were," a low whistle, "just haunting. Reminds some of 'em of what waits," Scorpler says. Pauses. "Or if you can kill a ghost, I guess."
"And how about you? Are scorpions scared of ghosts?" Famous teases smoothly. And it works. Scorpler laughs, loudly kissing over where Famous hands would be mangled, delicated bones broken where a hero had stomped on them, thrice. "Oh baby, I'm done with ghosts," Scorpler says, and they're talking about their ex-husband, Famous knows, but it is awfully funny. If only they knew of the bruises beneath their hands, the way those broken ribs would always pierce through intestines and arteries under blood pooling in the shapes of hands.
Famous laughs. "You have no idea what you're missing, darling," they say, eyes bright as they lean in to kiss them.
richardson games sleeps with famous owens in a fit of spite and ends up in the middle of some kind of romcom
technically famous owens/richardson games, actually light scorpler/famous
[CW] : light recreational drug use (MDMA), references to having sex & sexual humor, adultry (gamesbands troubled marriage era in TDE)
Why Richardson was back at the old Apartment wasn't important. So maybe it was because Cornelius had called them incompetent, an egomaniac and self absorbed with delusions of grandeur for weeks on end. Maybe Richardson had snapped back, just once, and said at least their delusions didn't kill anyone. Maybe it was the way Cornelius had shut down and didn't even bother kicking Richardson out because fuck him right? Dick was just his fucking husband.
Anyway. The point is. The fucking point is- the Millenials and Tigers went from fighting it out in the finals to being kicked out barely a week into postseason. Richardson's sure the... Moist Talkers or Wings or whatever were having fun. But the Millenials and Tigers had a longstanding tradition of pickling their immortal livers and trashing whichever house they're in at the smallest excuse, and the end of elections was as good as any.
No one even cared Dickson was in the Apartment looking for his next mistake- it takes him a shitty screwdriver, half a kegstand and a round of beer pong to go screw it and stand next to Famous Owens. Who was, probably, gorgeous, Dickson thinks, if not for the way half their division talked about them.
What matters is this-
Maybe Famous really is into homewrecking because it only takes ten minutes before they've got Richardson on their lap, a bit of molly passed to Dickson with their tongue licking into his mouth.
And it was painfully easy, for once, to be able to look at Famous and call them pretty with their hands around Richardson's waist. When those hands, calloused and surprisingly strong, pulled them into one of the bedrooms.
Richardson wraps a hand around Owens' shoulders, and it is divine when Owens makes their hips grind against each other, and it's easy to beg them to touch him and under the haze of molly, it's good enough.
Richardson, upon pain of death, will admit he understands Famous' reputation.
In fact, dying would have been preferable when Scorpler fucking slams the door open, jolting Richardson awake. Richardson lets out a groan, as the horrible fucking light of day tries to open his eyes. "What the f-"
"Good morning, Scorpler," Famous cuts in. Richardson is not awake, but he musters enough energy to squint at Famous. The fucker's already sitting up, their head a rat nest and sprawled out like a king. Even with the eyebags and pillow creases.
"Shut the fuck up and get in the car," Scorpler snaps and, fuck, Dickson had never hesrd that from Scorpler before. Was their voice fucking trembling? Underneath the hissing and the fucking scorpion mouth things clicking, there's a tremor Richardson has never heard before.
Slowly, half asleep still, Richardson starts to rewind through all the bullshit gossip Dom texts him.
Famous pats Richardson back- even groggy and barely sober, it feels contemptuous, which is another thing Dickson already hates about them. "I can't leave poor Dix," and that was even weirder, "alone, now can I, darling."
"Wha-" "Famous, is that what this is about?!"
Dickson jolts as Scorpler snaps at Owens, louder and sharper than he thought the scorpion capable of, and nearly rolls onto the floor with their dick out. The other two ignore him. Fucking great.
Dickson snaps his mouth shut. Famous seemed as unbothered as ever while Scorpler.. Stops whatever scorpions do and stops hissing.
Richardson grabs his fucking pants as Scorpler crosses the room.
"Famous-" and fucking hell, Richardson didn't know Scorpler could sound that soft either. The scorpion always had that veneer to them, the kind of thing Richardson thought was as bad as Owens'. They definitely did when Dickson had slipped and called them babe and Famous had answered by slipping their pants off and shutting Richardson up.
"Enough. Richardson, sit the fuck down."
Richardson does not move for a moment.
Then they fucking booked it, just as Scorpler sits on the bed to hold Famous fucking Owens' hand with the weirdest, most tender expression-
"Better get out of here Dick," and of course it's Dom. Of fucking course. And Richardson is fucking naked with their jeans awkwardly held over their dick.
Richardson yelps. He's not afraid to admit. He turns around, fumbling into his jeans. "Fuck, did you know they were like this?" Richardson complains as he zips up. When he turns around, Dom looks at him with a sort of pitying amusement that makes Richardson frown even more. Hidden behind the couch, Nagomi Meng starts fucking laughing.
where r the nerdfamous shippers coming from let me kiss you mwah mwah if we get it through this round ill finish my wip if we make it to the final 4/8 ill post my nerdfamous pwp
if anyone wants to know abt nerdfamous or famescorp send me an ask they are my blorbos of all time
